"I missed you, too, Jane." His breath was warm, and scented of mint, and he grinned as he nipped her nose, eyes dancing with joy. The very room seemed to fade for him, and he held her, very aware of her against him, and of it being long since he had last held her.

"You are here. I need nothing else." The words were soft, and needed no emphasis, for they seemed to drift up from somewhere deep in him. A tremble ran through him, and faded, and he smiled wider. She was here. He did, however, allow her feet to touch the ground again. Twas only fair.