[ Without his fingers relentlessly stirring her up, she has a moment to breathe - to think. To really let herself realise how beyond irresponsible she's being right now, how reckless, how selfish, and she wants to laugh at herself because, oh, this is all so terribly familiar, isn't it? It was just like this the first time, too impatient for each other, too sick of waiting for them to even move off the sofa and go somewhere more appropriate. But back then, they had a perfectly acceptable excuse. And moreover, nobody cared about her or what she did. Not in the way they do here.

There'd been no risk. Nothing to lose. Now, though... ]

It's okay.

[ Her voice is so terribly soft - gentle, ragged with her sweetly panting breaths, but warm and needy as well. Reassurance and a plea all in one. It's really not okay - but right now, she can't bring herself to care about what might happen or what anyone else might think. All she cares about is this, here and now. ]

You were waiting all this time, weren't you? For me. I don't want to wait anymore.

[ Her hand drifts up and she cradles his face in her palm, her touch tender. ]

Make sure I won't ever forget you again.