Just having him at her fingertips, a breath away was enough to forget about the last month altogether. It was far too easy to fall back into herself, or the version of herself she was now used to where he was concerned. She hadn't expected his next movements, a little, "Oh!" Of surprise followed by a fit of tired  laughter escaping as he laid her against the couch. That was dangerous for a two distinct reasons; she was either likely to pass out now that she was no longer upright, or things were going to take a drastic turn for the obvious. Both options were perfectly fine, but she would prefer a nice comfy bed in either case.

"You're kidding." A cat! Just what in the name of Merlin's beard had they run into over in Irvingly? She couldn't help but to laugh at that, though she had little time to think on it. The fatigue would certainly be overcome if he kept this up.

Stretching out her body against his, she arched toward him, body still craving the physical reassurance she'd been lacking for the last few weeks. She tried to keep the desperation to a minimum, reigning it in as best she could, but with so much pent up frustration she wasn't doing very well. "Take me to your bed, Love." She whispered breathlessly between kisses.