A/N: Not mine. Random bit of fluff.
This is the night he loves. When the darkness is a warm blanket, holding him on lofty breezes, leaving him with the feeling of floating away, up into the stars. And the best part is the fact that she's in his arms, warm and so very much alive. The light breeze carries the scent of her to him and he breathes deeply, breathing her. Her arm is around him and his arm is around her, holding her close, never letting go. He closes his eyes and smiles. Just because. Unconsciously, he pulls her closer and she turns and faces him, both her arms around him now. His hands fall to her waist, his eyes still closed.
Seeing him like this, she smiles, too. Leaning forward, she kisses him and he leisurely returns it. She pulls away, he rests his forehead against hers. He whispers, "Thank you."
She smiles as she presses her lips against his again.
"I love you."
She only kisses him again.
"You keep doing that, who knows where we'll end up."
And again. "Maybe that's just what I want, John Munch."
"Well, in that case..." He captures her lips in a heated kiss, leaving her breathless when he finally pulls away. "I suppose we should continue this downstairs."