He doesn't bother picking the pace up. If this is going to be their last time for...well, God knows how long, then he wants to make it last. So he just closes his eyes, and appreciates the feel of her hands roaming over him, the tension of her legs, the glorious warmth that clenches at him as he moves.

He can't stop - doesn't want to stop - the small noises she pulls from his throat; can't stop his lips touching wherever they can reach. This is still new enough that every time feels like a new exploration, and it's a bit scary because he could still mess everything up, but it's far too good to stay away from.

'Gonna miss this,' he murmurs, against her throat.

'Wish you could come back.'