If only Athena could purr. If she knew how to, and if it wasn't terribly tacky or entirely un-Athena-like, she would have. Instead, she had to content herself with half-closed eyes and fingers trailing down the front of his shirt, careful to avoid further injury. We all know how good she was at that.

And, I had an offer up at Newcastle and one over at Bolton, but,"

Her chest sunk at the possibilities. So far away? He'd be more than a few steps away? The but, however, was like a bobbing lifeboat that drifted on a sea filled with far away places.

"But, yeah?" she encouraged, sitting up a bit straighter so she could listen all the more intently. Not that she really had a clue as to what he was talking about, whether someplace was a good team or not. But she could harbor a guess from his excitement. And no matter how focused on her he seemed, she could tell.

"I just got the call that Chelsea is picking me up. Fabulous, isn't it?"

A wide smile broke out upon Athena's face, the sort that weren't seen very often by anyone not within her family, and even then the sight was rare. And so she kissed him, hard, but served with a smile. "Today is a good day to be you, Rheese," she said to him, placing a smaller kiss on his jawline, where the scar from his debacle in Knockturn should have been. "You've got a girl, a new gig... a dog who's pretending he lives in your flat," she said, nudging Drake away from the couch with a socked foot. "Lucky man, eh?"

This wasn't like her at all. How could one man bring her to this level, though? His grasp was tight enough that she could feel him breathe, yet big enough to keep her from growing afraid that she'd never escape him. She was comfortable.