[Rinne draws in a deep breath and shudders as he exhales through his nose. Color and heat sweep across his face and shoulders. Oh, god. Was he always this bad at being in control? Her hands on his naked back are enough to drive him crazy, but... No. They have to eat. Ai needs her strength, if anything. He asks her in a voice quiet enough to be a whisper:]
Be quick, okay?
[He can trust Ai to do that much. It's her work on the line, after all.]
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Be quick, okay?
[He can trust Ai to do that much. It's her work on the line, after all.]