She's breathing hard by the time they part, and she doesn't seem to want to let him go. She's curled the leg not pinned beneath him around his thigh.

'I don't want anyone else.'

It doesn't make any sense to look at them, but since when has that ever mattered. Her gaze plays over his features, as if fixing them in her memory, before returning to look into those impossible blue eyes. She's been through hell and back, and when it was over, when the truth of the matter was made excruciatingly clear, her thoughts never strayed from him.

'All I want, I have right here, right in front of me.'