There were times when actions spoke volumes more than words ever could, and this was one of those times. Miles was almost regretting not doing this sooner, rather than slipping into the kind of speech that was far more suited to Phoenix than it was to himself. It was easier to pull the other closer, move a hand to the back of his neck and let his fingers curl in that dark hair.

It was easier still to lean further into the kiss, sliding his tongue past Phoenix's lips, making a soft, pleased noise as he did so. There was a touch of possessiveness in that noise, too - as if he were saying 'you're mine and I will never let you go'.