His fingers reach out to grasp at the soft supple skin of her chin and he smirks slightly as she breathes in quietly in anticipation. He pulls her in gently, relishing the moment of tension before crashing their lips together.
The kiss is hard and passionate, as if proving a point. He wants, no, he needs her to know that the sudden return of his rookie means nothing. That their still solid.
He's satisfied and pulls away slightly, pleased to hear her sigh in contentment. They mirror one another's smirk before she allows herself to leave in search of the locker room, eager to finish what they've already started in a less public place. He smiles softly whilst watching her leave, but finds that he can't allow himself to completely immerse himself in the happiness of the moment.
He reminds himself of his recently forgotten cup of coffee and turns to tend to it, but his eyes find her. His smile quickly fades in realization of what she must have just witnessed. Noting the glistening of unshed tears in her deep brown eyes he sucks in a breath of surprise and uncertainty.
He wants to say something. About how hurt he is. How angry he is. Ask her how long it took for her to forget about him. How long she'll hang around for before pulling her disappearing act. But a small part of him also wills himself to apologize.
A quiet sigh of her name escapes his dry lips, and watches her eyes flutter closed with an inhale.
As her eyes open and returns to focus on him, he instantly recognizes the urge to run in her eyes.
And he knows.
This is too much, too soon.
He hears the approaching of her friends and is left with nothing to do other than to watch her escape and fall into step with her fellow rookies.