She hadn't intended for this to become sexual, she just wanted to touch him. But now that her skin is pressed against his she can't help but want more of him. Hungry to feel something besides anger and fear and loss. Needing him to remind her that she's still here and that she's not alone. That's he's right here with her.

Hand in his hair she pulls his lips to hers and it's tongue and teeth and desperation. "I'm home," she says in between kisses. "I'm with you. Love you."