[Chrissy blinks up at him as he flips them over, taken by surprise with how agile he can be when he puts his mind to it. It isn't long before she's warmly smiling, though that quickly contorts into something else entirely as her lips part and she gasps. His lips find her neck, and her hand tangles in his hair to try and keep him held tight against her. She's so sensitive to his touch, even more than she had been before dying.

Maybe his bringing her back has made it so she's even more perfect for him, she thinks. They're so attuned that even a soft kiss behind her ear makes her shiver and shakily exhale.]

You have me.

[She promises him, words barely a breathy sigh as she tries to guide his head to lift enough that he can meet her eye.]

It's just different now than it was before. I feel everything...so much more than I did before.

[Really, she either feels things abundantly, or not at all. But that's not what she wants to be thinking about right now. She'd rather focus on the way her legs part for him, and how perfectly his body fits between them. She focuses on how wet she is already, just from sheer want alone. And more than anything, she focuses on how addicted to him she is. How much she loves him, how devoted she is to him. That feeling's been amplified too.]

And I just want to feel all of you. Please?

[Her hand moves to his hip, fingers curling against the waistband of his boxers. They really need to go.]