He isn't prepared for the joy and relief and happiness that crashes through him at how quickly she says yes. Grinning and weeping tears of absolute unabashed joy, his kisses her back, gripping her to him and reveling in her bare skin against his, her constant stream of yes, and the lightheadedness of realizing she's thought of him this way for awhile now.

And when she asks him back, his chest seizes and his face twists with emotion he can't even rightfully name. "Yes," he breathes back, rocking her in his hold as he kisses her yet again. "Gods, yes." He presses his forehead to hers, noses just touching as he strokes tears from her face, so much happier than it was moments ago. "I've wanted to, ever since the wedding." Maybe before, but it was the first time he couldn't deny it.