She could feel him relax, and she smiled, glad to be putting him at ease. She still had conflicting feelings about the fact that he was free. He definitely deserved to be in jail for the horrible things he did, the 23...and probably more...people he killed in horrible ways. But she couldn't bring herself to want him back there. To see him chained again, tethered to the wall, pale from lack of sunlight and hair on the verge of wild and in those blue scrubs.

She wanted him here, with her, relaxed and warm and safe and free. For some value of "free" at least.

She hummed into that kiss, bringing her hand up to cup his cheek. "I won't have to file paperwork requesting permission to visit you," she mused with a smile.