Her fingers interlace with his and she grips him like he's a life line, like he might get away. Halfway up the stairs, need overcomes good sense and she stops, pushing him back against the wall and catching his mouth in a searing kiss.

She's tiny but her strength and her desire are fuelled by the weight of memories. Memories of the way he kissed her their first night together, pinned against the wall by the bathrooms. Memories of the way she kissed him when he returned from the cells. Memories of him on his knees before her, kissing her like she was his. All of them, tangled up in the sound of her voice in the back of her throat, and the heat of his body against hers.