She is flushed, her hair a little wild, her lips swollen from his kisses and ruddy from the stubble of his beard. She can't take her eyes off of him. The very tenor of his voice seems knitted to the sweet ache between her thighs.

She tries to put a little space, to smooth her shirt and hair, but she is drawn back in, kissing his chin, nuzzling beneath his jaw, licking and kissing the side of his neck.

It's a long walk back to the portal, and she doesn't remember an inch of it, just him, touching her.