"My only plans involved you." He murmurs that against her mouth, even as he picks her up; one arm wrapping around her torso as he leans his shoulders back against the door for balance, his free hand guiding one leg to wrap around his waist.

No beating around the bush this time; no dancing around the feelings between them both. There's a flutter in his chest, and if he's smiling as he leans into those kisses, it's only because this is finally -- finally sinking in.

"Couch?" He asks, breathless.