Raina brushed his hand against his chest, nudging her nose against his skin. She kissed him gently, trying to swallow away the taste of blood. There was a dull hum that told her she wanted more, but she attempted with everything inside of her to push that down. The main thing that helped was feeling Desmond against her. Feeling his body and his chest, the steady rise and fall on his chest.. It was all she could ever want.
When he moved her though, she could tell there was something different. Without saying a word, she moved onto her knees and reached for the closest article of clothing she could find. It was the shirt she'd taken off earlier. Pulling it back on slowly, she pulled the messy, pink hair from the collar and then reached for her skirt. In the heat of the moment she hadn't thought about it being ripped. Grabbing it from the mess of leaves, she wrapped it around her waist, having to tie a knot in part of it to keep it in place. It was so quiet now and she wanted to break it up. About to say something, she watched the way that he moved, curling around himself.
The way he spoke and that one single word, it broke her heart.
On shaky legs, she walked over to him and lowered to her knees. She could feel the hum of aching inside of her that was coated with the way that the blood made her feel. She wasn't sure how long that was going to last but for now, she had a feeling that she was happy it kept that pain away. Her hand stretched out for him, hesitated, and then touched his back. "I need to be with you, Des." She whispered softly. "I'm sorry I jumped at you like that but I can't apologize for telling you how I feel, for needing that." She shook her head lightly, "You left me because you thought it would be better for me, but it's not. I'm not better without you. I can't eat, I can't sleep, I can't think. I'm a mess without you, Des. I'm sorry. I couldn't not tell you what I want."
Her hand lowered on his arm a little, "Please." She bit her bottom lip, "I know you're worried about me but--look at me. I'm fine. A little worse for wear, at least I probably will be later, but look." She knew that wouldn't be the end of it but she couldn't sink back now that she'd finally acted out and shared what it was that she wanted. "Talk to me. Please don't be angry with me."