[She closes her eyes and lets him draw her in, parting her lips to kiss him like they've done dozens, if not hundreds, of times, and yet she could never be tired of it. Never be tired of him, even if it feels like it takes a moment to really fit together like they used to. He feels different somehow, sturdier -- maybe the armor? Her fingers travel curiously up his back, along his arms until her hands clasp the back of his own as if to hold him there.
She tilts her head to lock their lips together more closely, and just like that, it feels like it always has, the familiar warmth of his lips against hers. Drawing back to catch a short breath, she dives in again for another kiss as if she's afraid to be away from him too long, like if she pulls back too far, he'll be gone again.
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She tilts her head to lock their lips together more closely, and just like that, it feels like it always has, the familiar warmth of his lips against hers. Drawing back to catch a short breath, she dives in again for another kiss as if she's afraid to be away from him too long, like if she pulls back too far, he'll be gone again.
Sorry, Phoenix!]