He couldn't help but sigh at her fingers running through his hair, leaning into the touch immediately, let the tender caress chase away what was left of ghosts inside his head.

Soon he was back to give back the same tenderness, caressing her legs so soothingly enclosing his, her shoulders, her spine, feeling a lot more relaxed curling into him than he was.

Little need for sleep or not, this was not something they would do every night... But having her so close now, for such a long time, helped a great deal, especially after last evening when things had deepened so much between them. He was still bathing in that so long-sought relief of their feelings for each other, and if he couldn't get enough of her touch for a night... Well, that just seemed about right for a man completely and utterly in love.

And he just knew, without a doubt, after that difficult evening with thunder and coldness, provoking the fears he just couldn't get rid of since New York... He would have been in a much worse state right now, without her being there for him.

"Thank you, red."

He placed a few gentle kisses on her neck while he let his hands roam her body, sighing deeply again when the remains of the last panic attack slowly ceased, until nothing but that feeling remained. Just... having her. Being with her. Whenever time and place was right.
And no fucking asshole from this or another planet would take that from him. Not the way they had tried to.