Kurloz can't kiss her on her lips the way he wants to anymore, but he presses them against her neck and collarbones in the hope that it's enough. She sighs in the same breathy way she used to, curls herself around him like he's all she needs to be happy, and she still kisses him on the forehead whenever he even begins to look melancholy. He may be constantly grinning now, but she can always tell when something's wrong.
When they pail, now, it's not as rough as it used to be. She takes her time with him, and he takes her time with her. Foreplay isn't what it used to be, but they get along well enough. She tells him what to do with her voice, and he tells her what to do with his hands and his body, and they manage. He knows every inch of her, knows her inside and out, so this? This is just the next level of trust.