Constantine had known it. Ever since he had awoken, he had felt a change between them, a dynamic shift that had his blood singing in his veins as he watched her at work. She never struck up conversation with him first, but that hadn't mattered. It had to be him, anyway. He'd been the one to push her away, which meant he needed to be the one to crawl back. He understood that, crystal clear. So of course she wouldn't make a show of being receptive. So he had teased her and provoked her to see what she would let him get away with, until -
Until she was in his lap, snug against him and buried in his chest. He'd been waiting for this. Had thought that he'd lost his chance, actually. But lo and behold, he could feel her small, soft body pressing into his and his fingers were on her hips, hitchi
