There are moments when she can feel the smoke and heat of a hundred fires poring off of him, as if every blaze he's ever fought has become a part of him. Him looking at her like that is one of those moments.

She spares no care for the cup he takes from her. They're locked in a dance, where glancing away would be a misstep. She meets him, blue on blue, goosebumps rising on her bare arms when he touches her. The only time she breaks eye contact is when his fingers reach the pendant. She glances down, and looks back up at him with an eyebrow arched.

What're you gonna do, Fireman?

The kiss is smoky and easy, like slipping on your favorite sweater on a cold day, and curling up in front of a wood stove. She wraps her hands around his lapel, holding onto him.