Moon cups his face, smiling against his lips, her thumbs lightly stroking his cheeks. It was lovely, all she'd hoped for and more. With ruin came hope, because hope was what made you crawl up out of the muck, reach for that hand that offered you a leg up.

She kisses him slowly, and when she's had her fill of his mouth for the moment, she tilts his head up and to the side. Her lips move along his jaw to his throat, where she kisses, licks, and nips gently, her hands smoothing down his arms and over his sides.