Re: Call: Luke/Wren
[It doesn't matter that he can't understand the exact words; all that matters is the way she sounds in his ear, even as the motion of his hand slows, and his moans taper off into quiet whispers of pleasure.] Yeah, always. [It takes a few long moments for him to compose himself enough to say more than two words at a time, and he still sounds out of breath.] I want you to. I want you to make me. [Pause.] Neither did I. You changed everything, Wren. I'm-- I'm so, so glad I met you.