She's Natalia. That's the taste on his tongue. Her. He knows that he, at least, has wanted this for a long while, and now, she's finally getting back to herself. Hopefully, this pushes her the final little bit. He lets himself be pushed back against the door.

His hands cup her face, and tangle in her hair. Gently, he pulls back his breathing more than a little ragged. "Natalia." He whispers, then grabs her hand and walks backward toward his bed. He wants to watch her, all of her, from now until forever. He wants to know that she's still with him.