She sucked in a shuddering breath, and he pulled back far enough for them to share breath. Her fingers shook as she brushed them against his mouth, and his control nearly shredded apart right there.<br />'What are you waiting for?' he said, the words near guttural.<br />'Bastard,' she murmured, and kissed him.<br />Her mouth was soft and warm, and he bit back a groan. His body went still—his entire world went still—at that whisper of a kiss, the answer to a question he’d asked for centuries. He realized he was staring only when she withdrew slightly. His fingers tightened at her waist.<br />'Again,' he breathed.<br />She slid out of his grip. 'If we live through tomorrow, you’ll get the rest.'<br />He didn’t know whether to laugh or roar. 'Are you trying to bribe me into surviving?'<br />She smiled at last. And damn if it didn’t kill him, the quiet joy in her face.<br />They had walked out of darkness and pain and despair together. They were still walking out of it. So that smile … It struck him stupid every time he saw it and realized it was for him.