His eyes are wide and there's something almost lazy about them, if it weren't for the heat rising in the familiar gray.

"I love you," he echoes, softly, and then he grins and pulls her closer and rolls them over to their sides, his arms strong around her and his legs twining with hers. There's material in the way, and he pushes at it, down her hips and legs and then there is only skin, pink and heated and sweating and soft.