[The warning is for him, to remind him of what could happen. But also, with those words, she knows he'll be able to control things so they don't go too far. It's up to him to make sure they're both okay in the end, him physically, and her emotionally, as knowing she might be the cause for his pain would be a tremendous weight on her. He'd never allow that to happen.
Manipulation isn't a skill she likes to employ at all, but sometimes it's required. She knows herself well enough to have foreseen her probable inability to take charge once things began. And she's right.
When Messer breaks the kiss, his smile, his exhale, his touch, Kaname knows she made the right call. Her breath is heavy, bordering on a pant. His thumb on her jawline, hand behind her head... She moves, she needs to. Ducking her head, she buries her face into the crook of his neck, red locks tickling his jaw, now now immersing it. Tucked against him, she regains control, steadying her breathing, closing her eyes to feel both their heartbeats. Vision clears, the darkened edges slowly abating.
She breathes in deeply, as much as she can, her chest against his, taking in his scent. Smoke, fire, sweat. There's more. The underlying scent of him. She relishes the sensation, arms slinking around him, one on either side, to hold him close, lest he vanish upon release.]
Messer. [His name escapes her, a sigh, meant for no one else. If she's aware she said it, there's no indication. Kaname is lost. In him, in them. If prompted, she'd say being found isn't an option.]
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Manipulation isn't a skill she likes to employ at all, but sometimes it's required. She knows herself well enough to have foreseen her probable inability to take charge once things began. And she's right.
When Messer breaks the kiss, his smile, his exhale, his touch, Kaname knows she made the right call. Her breath is heavy, bordering on a pant. His thumb on her jawline, hand behind her head... She moves, she needs to. Ducking her head, she buries her face into the crook of his neck, red locks tickling his jaw, now now immersing it. Tucked against him, she regains control, steadying her breathing, closing her eyes to feel both their heartbeats. Vision clears, the darkened edges slowly abating.
She breathes in deeply, as much as she can, her chest against his, taking in his scent. Smoke, fire, sweat. There's more. The underlying scent of him. She relishes the sensation, arms slinking around him, one on either side, to hold him close, lest he vanish upon release.]
Messer. [His name escapes her, a sigh, meant for no one else. If she's aware she said it, there's no indication. Kaname is lost. In him, in them. If prompted, she'd say being found isn't an option.]