There's been so much distance between them, lately; metaphorical, then physical, and then they'd run out of time.

That gentle nudge is all it takes, all it would take regardless of any influence; she melts right into him, safe here in the shadows, bracing one hand on the wall beside him.

"And now you know why I'd never ask you to." The words are soft, both desperately mournful and endlessly loving. It's not forgiveness; it's understanding. Both of them must live with the consequences of choices they would always make again.

The drink's stubborn heat might, perhaps, make it easier to for her to lean forward and press her lips to his. What she'd intended as chaste and uncertain becomes passionate and hungry very quickly.