I want to be possessive of you. And I want you to be more possessive of me, sometimes.

[She runs her thumb over his lip, lightly, like she's sealing in the attention she'd shown to it a moment before.]

You are always such a gentleman, and I like that. But sometimes I would like to see you fierce, too. As urgent as you were when we both thought I was leaving, only without the leaving part. Just because you want me so much.