[ Similar thoughts bounce around in a faint echo somewhere at the very back of Hilda’s mind. Kissing at least will happen - or is very likely to anyway once they’re done with their proverbial chase. But they don’t even know each other’s names. At the very least that should be a bare minimum before this happens, right? But the pressure from Rahu’s thigh pressed into her is enough to make her ache and think that names can come later if only for the express reason of being able to cry it out.

A thrill shoots up her spine as she’s pressed up against the pillar and feels Rahu’s fingers skin her hips. There’s no time to be embarrassed either about the little moan that escapes her or the way that her hips jerk as lips ghost her ear. Her fingers tighten in black locks reduced to a needy, girlish thing rutting against the contact that quickly isn’t becoming enough. ]

Right here. It’s okay with me if it’s alright with you.

[ And she means it. The heat that has pooled in her stomach and the wetness between her thighs is a clear indication of that. The hand skimming and teasing her breast makes its way south, nails scraping lightly against the planes of Rahu’s stomach. Even without a little help, she’s never had a problem saying what she’s wanted. ]

I want your mouth on me. Your fingers inside me. [ Impatiently she tugs Rahu’s mouth towards her, lips hovering inches above them as they curl into a sweet smile. ] And I want to take care of you after too.