[The kiss, and each one that follows, is everything he wants and needs it to be: reassuring and unrushed, charging him with the same heady magic as the night before. He keeps his forehead pressed to Ed's when he pulls away for breath, desperately wishing he could bottle this moment and keep it for dark day. Wishing both that they could be home already and that their ride could never end.]

You know... [he begins, between soft, panting breaths] for someone who claims not to know a great deal about love, you sure know how to make a fellow feel special.

[He keeps his hand where it is, well aware of the placement of Ed's.]