[ Rinne's mouth is so warm. She hadn't let herself think about what it'd be like to have him kiss her anywhere else but now that she knows, she feels so greedy and impatient for more that her chest draws tight. Rinne had always been the first person in so miserably long to reach out and touch her at all and now that it's like this... she hadn't considered for a second exactly how it might end up making her feel.

Another of those heated, approving noises rises up from her throat. She wants to be held so tight she can't breathe. She wants to be pressed up against him so close that she stops remembering what it was like to be without him. She wants...

Oh.

She wants Rinne. Really, really wants him.

Maybe she has for a while now, but she's never been so sharply or strongly aware of it. It's not just a question of sex, of being riled up and needing to be satisfied, either; she's been wanting and hungry before. She's not clean and pure. But she's never wanted it so strongly and warmly and tenderly. She's never wanted to touch someone and connect herself with them so badly before and never in quite this same way.

No - not just someone. Right now, she wants it so badly because it's Rinne. It's him or nothing. And it has been for longer than she's wanted to admit. ]

Wait... wait just a second. [ Her trembling hands curl into loose fists at his shoulders. Her voice is warm, and breathy and - needy, for him. ] You're right. This is what I was asking for. And I don't want you to stop.

[ Is that okay? Is it really alright for her to be greedy enough to ask for that? ]

But I really... I really want to do this properly. I want to be able to touch you too.