All she saw at first was blood. Maybe it was all that she would let herself see. The color of it, and even the smell.. for as much blood as there was, she didn't need to have any particular gift of scent to practically taste it. Her mind was rapidly filling with questions as she attempted to clean him. It sunk in after a few moments that he had asked her to go home. Go home? Certainly she wouldn't just turn her back on him when he looked like this. Raina had no doubts in her mind that he knew how to, and could very well, take care of himself. He had lived for centuries. All these things she knew. Mentally. But there weren't many thoughts when it came to seeing him like this.
She had been reaching to wipe at another spot of blood when she found herself suddenly against the wall, something a lot like a squeal hanging from her lips. Her breath caught in her throat and she kept herself still. She breathed slowly, softly, trying to keep the frantic flapping of butterfly wings tucked deep inside. But every flap made her heart beat and the quicker it beat, the more she needed another breath. Her eyes rose slowly up from the spot on his chest, to the line of his neck. Her gaze narrowed along the sculpted features of his jaw, and to his lips. Raina watched them move as he spoke a warning. It was almost defiance that made her want to tell him that wasn't afraid of him. She didn't believe that he would hurt her. Maybe it was blind faith, but she had never trusted in something so much before.
Then he touched her.
Heat rose through her body. Her lips parted and she looked up to catch his gaze. Anyone else and she wouldn't have stayed silent. Anyone else and she may have screamed, or fought back. But it was Desmond. There weren't a lot of things that she found off limits when it came to him. It had been an instant connection for her, one she wanted him to feel as well. His fingers curled and she could feel a little more of him. It made her whole body tremble. She gripped the rag because it was the only thing she could get a real good hold on. As she bit her bottom lip, Raina felt the desire tugging at her, pulling her forward. She wanted his lips, his mouth. She wanted to taste his kiss and have it possess her.
She could already see it like she had before. This time she would curl her leg at his waist as they kissed. He'd lower his hands to tear away the small pieces of fabric that kept them apart and then round his palms on her ass. She could almost already feel him lifting her from the ground, kissing all over her body and consuming every inch of her.
Raina almost kissed him when he moved away. Her legs were weak and unstable enough that once on her feet, her knees slightly buckled. She took a quick step forward to keep herself from going to the ground. Her heart was still racing like a wild animal as she looked up at him, watching him apologize and start to walk away. For a moment, she considered just letting him walk. But there was something else inside of her that wouldn't allow her to just stay silent. "When are you going to stop forcing yourself to suffer through things alone?" It wasn't her intention to start a fight. "You walk in here covered in blood and expect me to just what, turn my back and pretend I didn't see anything?"
She shook her head and took a few steps closer to him. "That's not how this works, Desmond. If I had come home covered in blood, looking like a ghost, you wouldn't just walk away, would you?" His back was still to her and she slowly reached out to gently touch her palm to his back. "Please don't treat me like I can't handle this. I know what you are and I know what that means, and I'm not going anywhere. You can't scare me away." Frighten was one thing. Raina was sure that Desmond could show her things that would frighten her, but she wasn't running away. If he told her he didn't want her--now that was another thing altogether. That was real fear.
When she spoke this time, she lowered her voice. Not that she had been screaming earlier. "Please.. let me help." She looked down at the bag of blood in his hand and while she didn't know how to help, she wanted to. No matter what it was.