It feels wonderful to have him in my arms again. For the first time in a long time, I feel content, happy. I just want to kiss him all over and hold him to me. We dance together on the crowded floor and I'm amazed that everyone else just seems to fall away. All I can see is him, and I feel so glad for it.

I can't seem to keep my hands out of his hair. I can't stop touching him, but I have the urge to be gentle. I cradle his neck, his head, in my hands and kiss him softly, our foreheads pressed together. He smiles at me. He can't seem to stop smiling now, so I grin back.

I feel alive, bursting with energy, but for some reason I only want to spend it on him. I don't want anyone else right now, and I just want to revel in the fact that he's back here in my arms. I think for a moment of the ache that sat heavy and cold in my belly when he wasn't there, of the empty feeling of the loft every time I came home, of the fact that tricks and booze and drugs just never seemed to fill the hole I could feel inside when he wasn't there. But then he nuzzles my face and I inhale his scent and the joy blooms again.

He kisses my neck and my skin tingles when his lips leave it. It takes everything I have not to lay him down on the floor and fuck him right there, slowly and deeply, enough to make him beg.

I pull him to me and kiss him like I could live in his mouth. Then he leans back a little and we grin at each other; his smile is brighter than I've seen in a long while, and I feel giddy and on fire. Our hands are all over each other, and we kiss and kiss. I lean our heads together and he puts his head down as my arms go around his shoulders. I close my eyes and bask in the feeling of his hair against my face and his body up against mine and his arms around me.

He pulls me to him and kisses me again, and I tighten my grip on him, pulling us closer. The music vibrates through us, pooling low in my belly and makes my insides pulse with excitement and a tight, fluttering sensation that I've only ever felt around Justin. I frame his face with my hands and kiss him, glorying in the feeling of his soft skin. His pulse beneath my fingers feels like a gift.

His head moves upward and I kiss his forehead, gently. I don't know why, but I wanted to. His smile softens as he looks at me, and I tunnel vision to his face, his eyes as he runs his hands up my arms to cup my neck. He kisses my jaw, and I can feel his breath warm against my face and his hands warm and gentle against my neck and his body hot against mine. I kiss his lips, tasting him, claiming him.

"Come on," I say in his ear. He stares at me for a moment, eyes full of trust and adoration so much that I want to jump up and shout 'He loves me! He still loves me even though I'm asshole Brian Kinney and I don't deserve love!' Then he gives me a smile and I just want to swallow him whole. He takes my hand and kisses my chin and I pull him toward the back room.