She made way for his knee, willingly spread her legs apart to accommodate him - though she wasn't thinking very clearly about her actions at all. What part of her mind that was still capable of thought was wrapped up in cataloging how wonderful the slide of his hand down her side made her feel.

His careful attention to her face had worn down the resistance of her heart to something negligible - sometime between his kiss to her first and second eyelid, she'd begun panting softly for him. The warning she felt along with the sense of familiarity, she dismissed utterly. How could this be wrong? She wasn't at all afraid his closeness - somehow she knew that he wouldn't hurt her, that she wouldn't hurt him and that knowledge made her shiver.

He returned to her lips, and she made a small, needy sound that moved to one of satisfaction as he deepened his kiss. She sought to coil herself around him in response, shifting one leg to loop it around his and using the wall to support her as she arched her back, pressing her chest more firmly against him. She wrapped her arm around the breadth of his shoulders to help hold some of her weight and ran her other hand down his back.

When he ended their kiss, she tore her lips out of his reach. Pressing her cheek against his, she tilted her head upwards until she could whisper in his ear, "I want you."