[ She can picture it perfectly, can see him with his head resting in her lap sometimes, one hand holding the book, the other in his hair. She pictures it as easily as she pictures him tossing the book aside some nights to have his way with her instead.

Her mouth yields to his, a soft moan tumbling against his lips. Reaching between them, one hand wraps around the hard length of him, stroking once, twice, before raising her hips to guide him into her body. Slowly she sinks, closing her eyes and letting out a shuddering sigh as she settles once he's buried inside of her, unmoving for a moment so that it isn't over too soon for either of them. One hand rests on his chest for leverage, looking down at him with heat in her eyes, fighting the urge to give in and let them finish right away. ]

I miss the way you pull me close if I drift too far in my sleep. I miss the way the bed dips when you come to bed after me. The way you kiss my cheek if you think I'm asleep. [ Bending to catch his mouth with her own, her hips slowly raise, then lower again, breathless words falling against his lips. ]

You found me, Jon. You're home with me, even when you aren't. [ She reaches for one of his hands and presses it over her chest, against her heart. Perhaps it's a bit sentimental while he's inside of her, but she can't help it. ] You're here with me, always.