The anticipation made her more crazy then the desire had. At least she would probably swear that in the moment that she waited for him, knowing he was just inches away from her, separated by only a flimsy piece of material. Her body tingled with the desire and she wanted to reach through the curtain. She wanted him to drop them both to the ground so she could climb on top of his body and feeling his skin against her. She remembered exactly how it felt that night, but the memory just wasn't good enough. The lust was white hot and if she couldn't feel him soon, she was sure she would lose her mind completely.
She whispered his name, feeling her knees tremble from the prolonged touch of the water. Trying to swallow past that knot in her throat, Raina could only think that the shower didn't give her the feeling that she knew Desmond would. It was an animal that came to life when he pulled back the curtain. It was that same beast that made her want to look down at his erection first, but instead she managed to fight for a millisecond. Just one. So she could look in his eyes. If she had had longer, and if she had been in her own mind, there was a chance that she could have known what the gaze in his eyes said. Now though, it was lost as she stared at his impressive size and immediately bit down on her bottom lip. She literally felt like a creature when she realized her mouth was practically watering for him, for this.
Her lips parted, however, when his hand pressed to her breast. The sensation of his touch that she had been craving for so long made her hang her head back, banging it a little against the tile wall. The moan she gave for him was only for him, though there wasn't a single part of her that really thought about whether anyone else heard her. Two weeks felt like centuries and he was finally here, finally touching her. Her small, pink tongue ran across her full lips as she felt him moving, finally joining her under the water currents. And as he stroked her face, a part of her stilled. What was it about him? How could he make her feel all of these things from the moment they met until now? And who was she to question any of it. She met his gaze and moved her fingers to gently run over his bottom lip. "I'm yours, Des. I want you to have me."
Sorry? Before she had a chance to even question (if she would have questioned), she felt her arms raise. It didn't even strike her as odd right away. Instead, she let her neck hang back enough to look up. Intellectually, she could tell that nothing visible held her arms in place, but the feeling of his hand sliding down her stomach and then pressing against her thighs kept her from wondering about it at all. "Touch me," she purred, desperate and wanting. And she wouldn't notice the glass until it was pressed against her thigh, slicing into skin. The pain was instant and sharp. It bit like a cold wind in the middle of winter. She let out a cry that was wasn't as much about being in pain as... liking it. She said his name as she threw her hand back again, but wasn't sure what she wanted to say to him. Instead, with her body stretched out in front of him, she waited as the second slice came. The blood felt thicker on her legs. The exhilarating rush had her body shaking. She didn't even hear the sound of the glass breaking as it landed outside of the shower. Nothing aside from the two of them existed in her mind. They could have been in the middle of the universe or the middle of a busy campus and it wouldn't have made a difference to her.
She knew she was bleeding. And she knew, somewhere, that it wasn't just a sexual experience. She also knew that look on Desmond's face, and that feeling euphoric probably wasn't the emotion this should be evoking, but it was definitely not something she could control. Lord only knows what she would have said if he hadn't pressed his lips to hers. The taste of his mouth made that explosion shake every part of her. She moaned again, this time into his mouth as she kissed him with the ferocity that she really wanted to use on his body. He moved her legs and she curled them instinctively around his waist.