She really loves kissing him. There have been times when she thought maybe they'd never get to a place like this, back when he had said so much at Magnus's party and had been so embarrassed by the admission. She'd wondered at herself, at him, at everything they clearly both felt, and she knows she's lucky they were able to overcome all that and get here.

She intends on not wasting it.

With his shirt off, her hands roam over his skin, fingers mapping out his muscles, the warmth of him. All the while she's moving them toward the bed, moving until the backs of her knees hit the mattress and she sits down suddenly, breaking the kiss with a laugh.