She giggles, in an utterly girlish way that she hasn't done since probably before the serum. "It's actually nice having you on top when you're not trying to kill me," she murmurs with a contented sigh at his kisses. She brings a hand up to his hair, the other to his side by the hip. God, how she's longed to touch him, and now she could, and she's not even thinking about anything more than just kissing and holding each other tonight.

"Did you think of me, then?" she asks, kissing his jaw. "After you left for the war?"