Andy hummed against his mouth, pliant an willing--for Booker. She could trust he'd have her back, he'd pick her up and carry her if she couldn't move, and the way he loved her was no different. Normally she couldn't stand being pinned underneath anyone, and squirmed her way out from under the others with great regularity, but not him.

She didn't break from that kiss to reply, only shaking her head minutely. She didn't want it--or him--easier. There was too much time to make up for to have it easy and slow and sweet. That was for Joe and Nicky, who'd never separated, not for Booker and Andy who'd spent far too long holding back from each other.

"I missed you," she murmured again, voice soft but edged now, almost desperate as she pulled herself up on his shoulders, nuzzling into his cheek, his jaw, his throat. "I missed you so much, Booker."