Kieran's arms wrapped around Genesis waist as her legs instinctively hooked around his hips. Their mouths crashed together in a kiss that was all heat and desperation, the two weeks apart had starved them both, deprivation of each other was horrible and sickening.

She tasted salt and the faint antiseptic trace of hospital on his tongue, felt the subtle tremor in his hold from the wound he refused to acknowledge still hurt. He pulled back just enough to scatter frantic kisses across her cheeks, her jaw, her forehead, murmuring praises against her skin.

“Missed you… fuck, baby, I missed you so much…”

Daisy’s voice shattered the moment.

“Uncle Kier!”

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