He deepens the kiss and she responds, a quiet sound of pleasure resonating in the back of her throat. He tastes of whiskey, and cigarettes, and something indefinably irresistible. It's his taste, matched with his scent in her memory, a scent that's been in her thoughts for so long now. Her hands stray, over the shell of his ear, along the side of his neck, up into his hair. Just touching him for the joy of it.

She reciprocates, languid and slow, silently telling him a secret she's kept for a very long time.