[ She grits her teeth at his throbs, his prods. Is he doing it on purpose? Is he teasing her? No. He has to be telling her something without words. She's getting better at reading his desires. She had to, as much as he tends to speak with his actions over anything else.

She wanted to make love. He wants the same. Doesn't he?

Her eyes flicker down to his spike, easier to see than his avatar's had ever been, because...God. Now that she's directly above it, drenching him with her own wetness, its size only seems to have grown. More of the wild excitement returns at the thought of being with him. Maybe with enough determination and a bit of stupidity--?

His voice makes her head jerk back up. Holding her hand worsens her impulsiveness. Even with their size difference at this much of an extreme, he wants to connect in the softest, smallest of ways. Despite the failed attempt to interlock their fingers, she brushes her fingertips against the metal enveloping her hand. ]

How many times do I have to tell you, Sparky? [ He gets his dumber nickname because he's being dumb! ] I always want to be with the real you.

[ She shifts forward, sliding off of his spike for the time being. She wants to be pressed against him. He needs that hug she promised him before, anyway, even if it's with only one arm. She knows she's smearing him with his claim, but to hear any hint of that hum inside of him again, the sounds of life... ]

Fate got us this far. It's meant to be. [ Her cheek nuzzles his abdomen, her delusions feeding her untamed desires. ] It'd be wrong not to do what we want.

[ He gets a light kiss, then she glances up while she gives him another. It's a substitute for the kiss she can't give him above. I'd do it, her darkening eyes say. ]

You're worth it.

[ I'd die for you. ]