action;

[Of the two of them, she is clearly better at not appearing as if she's a lovestruck teenager. She might not be staring, but the way her eyes occasionally dart away from him and how her lips keep curling into a smile she tries to hide by chewing on her bottom lip make it all the more obvious.]

I love you, too. [And, it crosses her mind more than once that she'll need to really talk to him about that ex of his, but she pushes it far, far into the back of her mind. Instead, she focuses her energy on reaching up and lightly wrapping a hand around the nape of his neck, fingers sliding through his short hair against his scalp. Because after this display and an agreement on vanilla, she can't help but add:] Make love to me, James.