She brushes her nose past his. The low light of the fire darkens the shade of his eyes, turning them the color of the Mississippi.

"No."

She's likewise noticing just how comfortable his shape seems to fit against hers. And she's not sure what to do with that realization.

"Jus' hopin' thoughts are enough t'do it for you."

She pats his chest, and eases away once more, leaving a kiss at the curve of his jaw.