[ The familiarity of this floods back into her. His coffee-dark scent, the callouses on his hands, the prick of his beard, all the sensations that she'd done her best to put out of mind- they hit her all at once, making her feel warm, head to toe.

She makes a small, involuntary noise into the kiss, her hand slipping around the back to his neck to pull him against her. Diego is here, Diego is awake, Diego is kissing her. It's not the only thing that matters, but it's pretty damn important. ]