The moment Lust fitted herself against him, he was gone. Since Mona had given him control as Divorce again he'd been with numerous women, Lust included. None of them had left the impression on him that she did, a point proven once more here and now. With one hand tangled in the Sin's hair and the other cupping her jaw, all he could focus on was her. The way she smiled, or spoke, or moved. That Desmond had seen her with more than one face was irrelevant; the woman was incredible regardless of what she looked like, and he desired her despite the details. When she pulled away to breathe, the growl he responded with was completely involuntary and more than a little tortured.
He hadn't lied -- he needed her. Needed her nearby as much as he needed contact and as much of it as possible. Desmond felt like he burned wherever they touched, and damn him, but he couldn't get enough of it. It took a ridiculously long moment for her words to sink in. Every time Lust kissed him it was a jolt to the system, fire against his skin as much as claws sunk into his frantic heart.
In the end, self-control went out the window. His hands slid down to her forearms to hold tight before he twisted them both about and shoved them against the closest wall. The New God wanted to hear what she had to say, but he had to be close to her, needed to feel that lithe body pressed against his before he went mad with the urge. He gripped her arms hard enough to bruise, pressed up against her to let Lust know exactly what he was feeling, and when he spoke low into her ear, his voice was still that ratta-tat-tat staccato, but rough and on edge.
"You don't know how..." How good that sounds, Divorce thought of saying. He wasn't the type to say 'please,' suspected Lust wasn't either. That they both had anyway was as strange as it was a turn-on. He wanted to hear her say it again. And again. And again. "Good," he said instead, some of his nerves lessened now he knew that, yes, she wanted him too. He pressed a heated kiss to her jaw, moving on to her pale throat and lingering there as he closed his eyes with a smile.
"It's you," Desmond eventually murmured against Lust's skin, breathing her in like perfume, the scent of flora and sex that he'd come to associate with her and no one else. "It's me. It's us. It's right. Fuck, it's so right." He spoke quickly enough, but rather than his usual clipped words, he drawled them out. One hand freed her arm, caressing a path down the Sin's side until he found the hem of her skirt to duck beneath in search of bare skin. "You've been in my head, sweetheart. So pretty, so nasty and cruel." He said it like a hymn, reverent as he nipped at a patch of skin above her collarbone.
"Thought maybe I could get rid of you, but I can't. I don't want to. You're up here and I just want to see that look on your face again. Hear you say my name. Wake you up in fun new ways." Desmond traced light, aimless patterns along her thighs, sure that he'd burn up anytime now but desperate to see if he could make Lust do the same alongside him. "See how late I can make you for all those meetings tomorrow. Tell me you'll let me stay to find out." He raised his head to nuzzle the Sin's hair even as he pinned his hips against hers. "Say yes."