She leaned up and pressed a fervent kiss to his mouth and when she spoke - "I don't want to fight anymore" - her voice was choked with sobs and it was not a joyous moment, but it was honest and full of emotions that she had denied herself for so long.

Kissing him again, her arms were around him, her hands upon his shoulders, one at the nape of his neck, her fingers tugging at the curls there, begging without words now to let her in.

And he did.

His mouth found hers, his hands around her waist. Their mouths danced with one another, breath rushing between them and as the urgency grew, his hands reached up, cupping her face.