Naples Field Office, Italy
February 1st, 1999
"Hi," his eyes say as they cross paths in the corridor - and Jen smiles as he ushers her into a nearby office whose occupants are out for lunch.
She closes her eyes against the sensation of his body against hers, but there's no pressure in his touch.
No involuntary intake of breath from either of them.
No flutter of arousal.
No moistening of lips.
No widening of eyes.
She lays her head on his shoulder as he brushes the side of her face gently with the back of his hand; simply basking in the warmth of his affection.
When she straightens up, he looks intently at her.
Gives her the look which tells her she's important to him.
A hand to the back of her head draws her in, and he lets his lips linger against her forehead for a long moment, before cupping her cheek and running a thumb across her mouth.
Pressing one hard last kiss to it before he walks away.
Jen lets her head drop back against the wall as the door clicks shut behind him.
Grateful for the stolen moments which give her all the security she needs.