Lumina moved before either of them could second-guess the moment, after all she missed her husband so much.
She closed the final breath of distance between them, hands rising to cradle his face. Her thumbs traced the sharp edge of his jaw slowly, gradually then one palm slid around to the nape of his neck as she pulled him down.
Ashen's breath hitched, a quick, unsteady sound, and he didn't resist.
Lips brushing lips he only answered by leaning in just a fraction with their lips parting on a shaky exhale and that was all she needed.
She kissed him deeper slowly at first, savoring the way his mouth yielded under hers.
Her tongue traced the seam of his lips until they opened, then slipped inside in one languid stroke. Ashen made a low, broken noise against her mouth half groan, half surrender.
His hands found her hips and gripped hard, fingers digging in as though she were the only solid thing left in his world.
