"Mhmm, and I very much look forward to that day, but right now there's lasagna in the oven so we only have about twenty minutes to kill." She leans in, kissing him lazily, taking her time to taste him before pulling back and nuzzling into his neck.

He smells; like outside and warmth, sweat and underneath it all, his soap, DHARMA laundry detergent, and him. This might be her favorite spot, and she takes a deep breath, holding onto him a little tighter in a hug.

"I'm glad you're home," she murmurs, just to say it, arms and legs wrapped around him in a tender hug.