[She moves her chin, to press a kiss to his chest, and then up to his throat, and then to his mouth.]

I can go for a few days.

[She can't always, and she'll probably make everyone crazy by leaving, but at the same time, when it's the two of them together, when they're able to be the most feral, when she's in a pair of trousers and there are no expectations, when they can be as loud and as quiet as they want, it makes them both happier, easier to deal with later.

Her skin goosebumps a little under his fingers.]

You didn't answer me earlier, lion.

How do you make me feel like a green girl every time you touch me?