Touch

Disclaimer: I wish, but no, I don't own the characters/show.

He can't help but touch her, and she can't say she minds.

They're finally back, all of them reunited for what she hopes to be the final time, and his arm around her is an anchor, a reminder that this is real, and not some horribly wonderful dream.

And when his arm isn't around her his hand isn't far away, touching her back or her arm or hand. And the same goes for his lips, finding numerous ways to press themselves to her throughout the evening. He barely touches his food at Granny's he's so intent. To the point, in fact, that their daughter clears her throat awkwardly with a reminder that there're minors in the room and they put some space between themselves sheepishly.

Their first night together goes much the same way. She hasn't been in bed for a minute before he's holding her, and she happily wriggles closer, pressing her lips to his. He kisses her back like only he can, and she melts into him further. But the residual exhaustion from her and Emma's quest is catching up with her, the softness of the mattress proving to be too much after days of sleeping on the hard ground.

She breaks the kiss with a frustrated sigh, and with a glance from her he only nods, capturing her mouth for another quick kiss before settling down. But he doesn't let go, and she's completely content with the arrangement as she finally rests her head on her husband's chest, practically draped over him like a blanket.

Tomorrow, when she's fully rested, she'll wake up early like she always does and surprise him, but for now she'll treasure this other form of intimacy. The million "I love you"s in the way his hand moves up and down her spine, and the million "I missed you"s in the way she traces the scars on his chest.

After all, what's one more night when they have eternal love?