Octavia wasn't missing any other kind of touch. She wasn't missing anything at all.

The tears had dried up, for the most part - for now. It felt like a 'for now'. Her head was staying tilted back, so that he could have absolutely all of the column of her throat to hold in his hand. Her arms burned, but it was a gentle, almost pleasant thing. Her body rocked faintly with each of his thrusts.

And his lips on her skin were soft.

"I love you," she breathed, even though everything else seemed to already be saying it.