My sofa might not be the best place to do something like this but my focus has fizzled out and I can't bring myself to suggest moving. Moving meant moving away from her and I didn't want to do that. I'd been here for months now, kept myself separate and distant from everyone save for a few times and the craving and desire for touch and affection had seeming overpowered my own need to keep people safe.

"Okay," I murmur, trusting her words and feeling how she seemed to be just as eager for wherever this was going as I was. I pressed my head back against her hand, making a sound at how nice it felt before I realized I probably looked ridiculous.

An apology wants to fall from my lips but I silence it by catching her lips in another kiss, a little firmer than before. I wouldn't say I was tentative before but the longer this goes on, the longer she's here, I feel my confidence and want grow.

I let go of her hand because I want to touch her so I do. I let my fingers travel down over her side, over her shirt, pressing and stroking every so often until my hand lands on her hip where I squeeze gently. My lips find their way to her neck and I breathe her in her and then kiss the long slope of her neck down to her shoulder and at the pulse in her throat, even taking the bold move (for me, at least) and licking at it slowly.