It takes her a moment to parse his question coherently. “Not very much? Just the usual sort of thing, nothing that sticks out in my mind … Thanos kidnaped me, there’s been natural disasters to help at … ” She shrugs, dismissively. “Nothing we can’t handle.”
One hand catches at the neck of his shirt, pulling him a little closer. “What about you?” she murmurs. “Where’ve you been?”
Swallowing hard at her touch, his eyes darken and no longer match his ever-present crooked smile. “Another dimension, it was decidedly… not awesome. You ever read any Lovecraft, hun?” He shut down his memory as quick as he could, but not quick enough — a montage of nameless gibbering mounds of flesh and mouths, human visages rigor frozen in nameless screams, barbed tentacles, and things that should never have been flashed through his head, and he couldn’t help but shudder. Too real. Too wrong. Too close to being devoured by Ithaqua, to falling into the clutches of the King in Yellow.
“I know better,” she soothes. She lets him go to slide both arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug. “Shhhh. You’re safe now.” She shies back from looking too deeply, but she’s always done that with him. There’s too much history, and way too much depth of feeling, for her to be able to look into him for long. She presses a kiss to his ear and another to his throat. “Don’t think about it,” she murmurs. “Think about me.”
The shift in his demeanor is palpable. To kiss his neck is to bring out his obedient submissive side, the one he learned to hide from all but his most trusted people; tell him to think of her, all her curves and swerves and flame bright hair — it makes his skin warm, glowing to the touch as his heart throbs and his eyes roll back, lashes fluttering. His hands slip forward to cup her face, tilting it up to meet lips that feed at her mouth like a dying man. He drowns in her, and drowns her in his golden, sparking grace prickling over shared skin.
She can’t breathe under his kiss, but she doesn’t need to, not the way he’s holding her. Not the way his angelic power is wrapping her, sliding under her skin. She closes her eyes, not against his brightness, but simply in pure ecstasy. It feels like he’s arousing every nerve in her whole body at once, and she wants to shiver out of her skin with the pleasure of it. She makes needy, encouraging sounds, kissing him back and clinging to him.