She crossed the distance from the fireplace, then stopped, suddenly ground to a halt. Perhaps she was hit by the strangeness of the situation. He caught her wrists, her hands were halfway towards his face before she let them fall away, and he pulled her the last step closer. "This once," he said to her, before he kissed her. Two weeks had passed since the night in the tower, but dipping back into that current of energy was simple. It seemed to always be there. This was why he chose to meet her here instead of going to the castle. Sneaking around the school was tedious, sure—but the main reason was that if he established the precedent for himself to cross over back into her realm again, he knew he would want to come crawling back as soon as things got difficult. He would think about the winding stairs upwards, all the time.

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