Max reached up, his hand touching hers and cupped  his over her own . He brushed his lips over the soft skin of her hand. Was he drunk? He felt a little like he was. She was intoxicating. She was lovely.  And she was *here* so close it couldn't be a dream.<br/><br/>He looked her in the eyes and whispered. "Oh hell."<br/><br/>He leaned in and brushed his lips over her own and then he was kissing her. His mouth pressed firmly to her own as he breathed her in. It was like kissing life and he was lost in it. In her. In this moment where time itself stopped.  Her lips tingled against his. Were they supposed to? He started to feel numb. Intoxicated. Then suddenly he couldn't move. He could feel. See. Hear everything. But he couldn't move. His inert form fell backwards onto the sofa and then rolled to the floor, eyes staring upward unblinking.