As he watched her in silence, his anger finally began to ease. He was still hurt, but the worst of it finally began to fade. Standing, he crossed to her and took hold of her arm gently to help her stand. Without waiting for her to do it on her own, he pulled her to  her feet, then pushed her back against the wall beside the door. With his other hand, he gently brushed his knuckles against her cheek.<br/><br/>"I hate fighting with you like this..." he leaned forward, hovering an inch from her face, his breath slow and hot, "It drives me crazy...."<br/><br/>His lips gently brushed against her cheek, along her jaw line. Pulling back, he looked into her eyes, "When you are done with the dishes... Lets talk. Like we used to."<br/><br/>Smiling, he stepped back, releasing her arm, and stretched out on the sofa with a sigh.