"Honey," Philip learned his head back practically looking at you upside down. His lips were puckered, begging for a kiss. "Please?" He whined, closing his eyes. Philip insisted on making up for lost time, and even though he had been home for well over two months now, he would take any chance to steal (or beg) for a kiss.

The kiss was short and faintly clumsy. "Come back 'ere, I'm not done." Philip urged. He wrapped an arm around your shoulder, holding you close to his chest.