There's a flicker of hope as he draws closer, as the latch slowly slides away, even as her heart begins to quicken its pace. Close... they're close to something, and she steels her resolve as the door finally slides away.

For a moment, that brief spark of a beat, she can only stare, enchanted and shocked all at once. Wrong, perhaps, but raw, and real, and him.

Two or no, she's not entirely sure she's breathing as he reaches for her, and she finds herself falling into his hold all too willingly. Be it his spilling influence or a shift between them or a need she hasn't allowed herself to admit, there's little hesitation in the way her lips meet his.