And he can send her everything he's feeling, relief and joy and longing - 

And she can moan over osanwe and twist around and kiss him as fiercely as physically possible and fumble with his shirt--

There, no shirt, what an improvement.

Definitely. And she can reach up and yank off the tie holding her braid closed and reach down and palm him through his tragically-still-on trousers and kiss him all at the same time.

This is a lot of things to be happening at the same time. He runs his hands through her hair and pulls her closer and kisses her more thoroughly.

She makes pleased noises mostly over osanwe and clings with all the abandon of someone who knows they're not going to hurt their partner no matter how tightly they hold them and intend to take full advantage of this fact.

He could hurt her if he clings a fraction as hard as he wants to so he settles for having as much of her pressed up against him as possible, kissing her jawline, kissing her shoulders, Idaia, Idaia, Idaia -

Every endearment she can think of pours from her mind as she thinks it and she kisses the top of his head and tries to push down the waistband of his trousers because he is still wearing clothes and this is Incorrect.

Then it will be corrected. He wraps his legs around her and kisses her and sends as much delight and joy and fondness as he can while holding back the anguish at realizing that, yes, he'd forgotten what this felt like - what she felt like - 

She kisses back, and cards her fingers through his hair, and moans over osanwe and squirms against him.

Idaia, Idaia, Idaia -

- what do you want - we have forever, we don't have to rush -

Want you--not picky--

You have me, you have me forever....

Not gonna have sex with you continually forever, though--want you in me--please--

Okay -

Nn--yes--oh, love--

Missed you  - missed you - missed you -

Oh, yes--keep doing that--missed you, missed this, love you, here now, never have to let go--

Never going to let go.

Though at some point before they arrive in Canada he will have to let her sleep.

Well, it's not like she won't cling like a limpet in her sleep.

He'll listen to her dreams and cry a little and nurture the Idaia-senses he'd all but forgotten that he had, the sense of how she was doing, the sense she was always right there...

Her dreams are good ones. He features in all of them and they're all threaded through with the same sense of astonished bliss at having him back.

And when she wakes up and her eyes flutter open she beams at him like the first rays of the Sun.

I love you.