She pressed herself against him, her breath whispering across his mouth. Eyes closing, she captured his lips between her own, unmindful of their surroundings, aware instead only of the two of them and the chemistry between them.

His eyes slid shut as if in pain, but still his lips parted and he found himself unable to deny her kiss. Her hands arose to encircle his face and her fingers lightly grazed a tactile line upon his cheeks as he pressed his lips softly against hers. Her hands came up to rest upon the lower curve of his shoulders before sliding down his arms. She leaned fully against her husband, her entire weight resting upon him, even as, with a sigh, he pulled away.

His breath danced across her face as he looked up, pausing - a statue of desperate longing - before he pressed a desperate, softly compelling kiss upon her forehead.