He doesn't move, but Alex does, because Jesus. She is not dying without having had sex with the man she loves. Even if he is a half-demon hybrid. Even if she knows that tomorrow they're going to murder someone in cold blood or die trying.

Or maybe it's because of all of that honestly. Probably.

But she moves, kissing him more deeply, moving so that she's on top of him while she does it, and her fingers are moving down the buttons of his pajamas. "Make love to me, Richard. Please." Alex's voice is little, smaller than she'd like it to be, and her cheeks color brightly as her eyes search his. Normally, Alex wouldn't have a problem saying that, but considering how many highs and lows the two of them had, how many times they'd come close to going over this line, but never actually doing it...

Well, it's a leap of faith. Maybe that's all that it always was.