..."What else did you wish for, sitting here?" Alec asked quickly, knowing there was nothing he could do to assuage that wound; better just to move on.
A hand slid slowly under his jaw, cupping his cheek as lips
brushed his cheek. The touch spread a tingle of anticipation down his whole right side.
"This, tali. You," Seregil said, breath warm on his skin. "I couldn't see your face back then, but it was you I dreamed of. I've had so many lovers–dozens, hundreds maybe. But not one of them–" He broke off. "I can't explain it. I think some part of me recognized you that first night we met, battered and filthy as you were."