His lips lingered on the skin above her heart, and he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. For all the lust and sexuality that ran through his veins (an unusual feeling, for him), he also felt the sudden, unusual urge to cling. She was, literally, all he had in this world. Especially now, as he didn't even have his own memories.

Wordlessly, he pulled himself back and looked up at her. Hair wild, mostly undressed, mussed and beautiful, and she was in his arms. He raised a hand up to touch her cheek, then slid it higher, pressing his fingertips against her temple.

"Can I...?"