In her current state, he hadn't even thought to warn her that he was getting up, or to assure her that he wasn't leaving her sitting in a crumpled mess on the floor, alone. He hadn't really though much at all, honestly. He'd simply gone with his instincts and moved them to a more comfortable location. And a good choice he'd made, he realized after what felt like hours of the trembling, frail Kat clinging to his shirt. There was no way in hell he could have maintained that squat this long, not with Kat all but stuck against his chest like velcro.
By the time he felt her stir on his lap, one of his legs was most of the way asleep, and he had a knot forming in his left shoulderblade. He'd started to fall asleep, he realized. Blinking, he looked down at her, thinking she might have decided that she'd had enough time to gather her temper and start raging at him again. And wouldn't that be fun with her all nekid and perched on his lap like he was!
The very last thing -or possibly even farther down the list and onto the list of impossible actions- he though she might do, was to reach up and kiss him! Shocked, he took more than a moment to react, more than a few moments actually. And by that time, it was far too late to do much more than fall into that innocent kiss. It was soft and sweet, and he couldn't find a reason in his thick skull to pull away from that sort of emotion. Not from her. Had there been fire, had there been passion, he could have pulled back, could have told her that it wasn't a good idea. But this? This was too much like the soft touch of sun after years of darkness.
So he kept her close, kept his arms snug around her and let her kiss him. Let the distance of all those years slowly slip away and the feel of her wash over him. It was far more soothing than he could have ever dreamed. He'd always thought any reunion they might have had would be all fireworks and passion. Not unlike their reunion next to his truck, when she'd realized who he was.
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