He knows her so well, knows her body so well, that he doesn't even have to wait for her to push him away to know when to stop. And then he touches her so gently and tenderly as she catches her breath. It's beautiful, and Joan feels so incredibly loved, even before he says the words. When he does, she kisses him back, cupping his cheek, warm and relaxed and so happy.

"I love you," she whispers back when they're lips part.

She rolls over to nestle against him, wrapping an arm around his waist, just wanting to be as close as possible.