[ It's not quite the same but - that breathless neediness in his voice makes her think of the last time they'd done something like this, in the world's least appropriate place. At least the theater had been completely private, sealed away from everyone else to the furthest extent it could be. This is about as far from private as you can get with four walls and a roof around you and that breathless need is probably why. And she can hear it in her own voice as well, even as she tries not to let it pour out of her. She'd been the one to insist she'd be mad if he went too far, if there were any embarrassing marks left on her skin in time for summer but... it's not as though she doesn't want to be touched. It's not like she doesn't want to be loved like this.
Oberon's the only one who ever would, after all. He loves staining pretty things so much.
She realizes in that same moment that as much as she doesn't want anyone else hearing her voice and realizing what's going on... she also doesn't want them to hear him either for an entirely different reason. Oberon saying her name like that is something that's just hers. Embarrassment isn't even a factor in her not wanting anyone else to have it.
So she kisses him. She swallows the sound of her name and every other noise out of his mouth like she could keep them that way. ... and she bites him, of course. That's what they do, isn't it? ]
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Oberon's the only one who ever would, after all. He loves staining pretty things so much.
She realizes in that same moment that as much as she doesn't want anyone else hearing her voice and realizing what's going on... she also doesn't want them to hear him either for an entirely different reason. Oberon saying her name like that is something that's just hers. Embarrassment isn't even a factor in her not wanting anyone else to have it.
So she kisses him. She swallows the sound of her name and every other noise out of his mouth like she could keep them that way. ... and she bites him, of course. That's what they do, isn't it? ]