Anders pants like a mabari whenever they kiss. Marian thought it was sexy, that first time in his clinic, as though he wanted her so much he'd forgotten how to breath properly. Now she's realized it's just how he is.

A long passionate kiss before even more passionate lovemaking, and he pants. The whole time. Soft kisses goodbye in the morning, and he's still gasping for air. Even once in the market, he'd seized her unexpectedly and kissed her, pant pant pant, in front of everyone. Isabela has never let her live that one down.

Marian thinks it might be time he learned to breath through his nose.

He's panting again. Anders caught her in a kiss as soon as she stepped through the door, and after a long day in the trenches it sounds even louder than usual. She pushes him gently away.

"Anders can you- what?" He's giving her a funny look.

"I was just thinking how beautiful you are." Anders smiles. "You're the most amazing woman I've ever met, Marian, in every way. I still can't quite believe you let me into your home."

"I... oh." Marian blushes. She can hardly breath herself, when he's like this. "Thank you."

"Were you going to say something?"

"It's not important." She smiles and he kisses her again. After a moment he's panting again. The sound is a love letter writ by his lungs, and Marian can't remember why it ever bothered her.