A soft grunt and Smoker began chewing on her ear like a large affectionate bull mastiff. "Too long," he swallowed hard, drinking in her skin with his rough fingertips. It was only a week but it felt like a month. "Fuck I think I actually really missed you." That was an understatement. If he had to go a lot longer without seeing her, without being her, he was going to start turning those relaxation rocks into rubble. "Let's not wait that long again." He nipped behind her ears and down her chest, small licks and sucks to complement the fingers roving down her stomach.