Her hand moves over his groin, and he groans against her mouth. So much of his body is still marked by the things that were done to him - but he can set those aside right now, with her hands on him. She looks at him like nothing's changed, even as she's blossoming into the life she's wanted for so long, and with something of his place in her life secured, he can bask in her reflected glow.

Once she's gotten his fly down, he shoves down the last of his clothes, letting them puddle around his feet. "If you make yourself comfortable on the bed," he murmurs against her mouth, "I'll figure out where to fit myself in."