Word Wars and new Buddies - 2447

It was a long night (9-1) doing word wars with some new NaNo buddies, and then reformatting the small story bits I had in my email, and other documents. I finally got it all in one place, but it looks like my total count is off somehow, I'm thinking it's from my correction of the speech to text story bits. Either way, I've finally made it over 15k! W00t! Lots more to do tomorrow :)
Excerpt follows below!

Seeing Lucy there, in her bright red corduroy coat, and her cream tweed knit cap, he almost fell to his knees thinking he had transported back in time and his health had returned. He felt her desire, even from 15 feet away, and saw the excited look in her eyes before she caved. He hated it when she caved. She was such a strong woman, he mused, she was always stronger than she needed to be, and he admired her for that. Seeing the tears stream down her face, he lucidly watched her porcelain face become blotchy and hot from the feelings pouring out of her. No sobs would be heard, no gasps for air, just the quiet tick of tears falling from her jawline to the solid cold ground beneath her. She stared at him for what seemed an eternity; blinking from time to time to let the salty tears leave her eyes. He fell in love with her in that moment, all over again. This moment was no different from his previous life, he thought. There had been plenty of times when he caught sight of Lucy downtown or in the office and had wanted to scoop her up in his arms, wanted to nuzzle his face on top of her head. He was accustomed to taking his emotions off-line for those moments when it wouldn’t be appropriate to dote on her. She had never quite caught on to that game. In fact she had frequently been angered by his chastity in social situations. She found him at fault and blamed him for not displaying his love correctly, as if there was one correct way to show someone you cared. She was head-strong and full of emotion, something he marveled at whenever they got the chance to be alone. Just like now, the two of them, alone on the hillside, with the mountains to her back, and the camp to his. They were as alone as they’d ever be in this life, and she was proving to be one head-strong, passionate hellfire. His mouth twitched in a sideways smirk as his shoulders bounced from a quick exhale from her attitude at this moment, and how inappropriate but perfectly “her” it was. And he gave her a wink full of thanks to show his appreciation.