He slips a hand up along the line of her jaw and into her hair, and takes her close for a kiss. It's chaste, brief, a brush of lips - he's trying to remember the sensation of their last before he climbed on that plane, their first in the two years they'd known each other. The way her nose bumped his and he felt her hair catch in the straps of his helmet.
Again, still gentle. Lingering this time, tasting the spice of mint on her breath. Steve blinks and draws back slightly, the words coming out before he can stop them. "I haven't brushed my teeth in six months."
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He slips a hand up along the line of her jaw and into her hair, and takes her close for a kiss. It's chaste, brief, a brush of lips - he's trying to remember the sensation of their last before he climbed on that plane, their first in the two years they'd known each other. The way her nose bumped his and he felt her hair catch in the straps of his helmet.
Again, still gentle. Lingering this time, tasting the spice of mint on her breath. Steve blinks and draws back slightly, the words coming out before he can stop them. "I haven't brushed my teeth in six months."