All Gwendolyn wanted was to hear him say that he loved her. She clung to him as they kissed, her head turning to catch his lips in between his proclamations of love and devotion. To find love during such a desolate time made this moment so hard won. There were traces of pain interwoven with this victory-- a desperate and clawing attempt to love one another fully before anything dire happened; before it was too late.<br/><br/>She craned her neck to kiss him, sighing as she felt his hand travel down her body. She wanted to be<i>with </i>him-- always, through everything. Gwendolyn nodded wordlessly before she wound her arms around his neck and shoulders, crushing him to her as they met in a kiss, full of fire but brimming with an emotional need that went beyond mere lust. "I love you," she whimpered against his lips, "be here with me."