Jade didn't have the faintest idea of what Prometheus was saying to her, but nor did she care. She chose to imagine it was incredibly filthy things, things he'd never dare say if she could understand them. Jade leaned her weight back against the table, her legs growing weak in response to his kisses and the heat of his body against hers.
Since the darkness had left, Jade had been seeking out this sort of connection even more than usual. The weekend had left her shaky and unsure, still scared in someway that she'd been right and that she wasn't alive at all. But when she was panting under the attentions of Prometheus - or Aidan, or Krishna, or Florian, or anyone else she'd found - how could she possibly be dead? This was real and good and her skin felt like it was on delicious fire.
Jade let out a little whining moan, pulling Prometheus back up so that she could kiss him. She wanted to keep kissing him always.