Her smile is infectious, he wonders as she grins at him (and he can't help but grin back).

Her laugh is bountiful, he muses as she giggles and snorts after he told a stupid joke involving Mako and his love for fashion.

Her movements are graceful, he ponders as she dances and glides with him across the dance floor, the night of the gala thrown in her honour.

I'm so smitten, he realizes hopelessly as he watches her practice in their training room at the unholy hour of seven in the morning.

How did I get here? he thinks as she kisses him feverishly, like his breath would heal her forever and always.

"Tell me you'll - " she gasped, the words getting caught in her throat as his hips move in the most divine way, "Tell me you'll never go," she whispers hoarsely to him as they move together that night.

"I promise, I'll never leave," he chokes out, and then he is hit with white hot pleasure as she arcs into him.

They lay together after, soaking in each other. I'm so smitten, he says to her, and she whispers back, So am I.