[ There's an all too determined flick up of her gaze, a pointed half step in, lingering her closeness but not - quite - touching. Rather just shares the warmth that closeness provides.

But it's so, so easy to be awful when she's allowed to. Teeth catching on her lip, and she always used her words, always so carefully, and used to using them, but maybe not quite like this. Not with such immediate results, and there's more to using them than just saying them she's found out. Her head turning up to brush her lips at her ear, voice inviting.

An agreement, but with cost. Because she knows particularly what her words do. ]

You mean when I'm under you, breathing like you made me run for it? [ warm and close and inviting. It's not like either of them had much patience sometimes, but then again - ] When I can't say anything else but sigh your name out and I can't stand up and I'm shaking from hanging onto you so hard?

[ It wasn't like either of them to back down when they were stuck on something either. ]