He stepped closer, silently seeking permission. As he carefully leaned toward her, her eyes closed, but she didn't move away. His lips brushed hers in a feather light kiss. He hovered there, breathing shallowly, unsure of what came next. He studied her hair, her skin, her eyelashes, the color of her lips. As he wondered if he'd ever be more near to her, she tilted her head upward and returned the kiss. Startled, he steadied himself. One hand went to the wall next to them, the other to her waist.
She flushed at his touch and froze, lips parted mid-kiss. Did he know what he was doing to her? Did he enjoy his power over her affections? She swallowed, focusing on his jawline, avoiding his eyes. You don't know where his loyalties lie. She placed a hand on his chest, her fingers over his heart. He'll get sick of running and turn you in to Interpol.
"Amy," he spoke softly, trying to interpret her withdrawal. Maybe she could never trust him - not with her secrets, not with her heart. He wanted to say her name again, to stop the silence between them, but no words came. Hesitantly, his fingers touched her face. Her gaze turned upward steadily, meeting his. He searched her eyes, and her lips gave him the answer he was looking for. He closed his eyes and inhaled her kiss. His hand slipped from her waist to the small of her back; the other found the small of her back, pulling her to him.
The spread of his hands and the definition of his arms holding her made her realize how exhausted she was. Their physically and mentally demanding missions required more of her than of anyone else. She was always the strong one, always the leader, with no one to share strength, until now. He was giving her something no one else could. The same resolve which fed his pigheaded inflexibility also kept him - and now her - from faltering and failing.
He felt her lips on his, her hands sliding from his chest to the contours of his neck. Thief. Yes, but he didn't care anymore. His fingers curled against her back as he kissed each of her lips.
Exhaling, she pressed into him more urgently, her fingers now in his hair. Liar. Maybe, but she was fiercely loyal to those she loved, and he wanted to be loved by her.