"Since when is wanting to kiss me out of line?" It makes her laugh as he pulls her closer and she leans up on tiptoe, humming appreciatively. "And for the record, please interrupt me with kisses any time you feel the need. Even if I'm talking about important things. It's always worth it."

And good. They stand together on that sentiment. She nods a little and leans into him, her lips brushing his, savouring the contact a moment before she really kisses him.

It's like drowning in sunshine, warm and real and right. It always feels right with him, so incredibly familiar, like she was made to fit exactly in the spaces around him, entangled in his life as much as they were (often) in a physical sense.