[Patience is tested, and she fights her disappointment at a delay. She wants to feel him so badly, her body so hot with desire, that she takes a moment to reign it all in. How is his will-power so strong. In comparison, she has to wonder about her own.
After a moment, her fingers curl in against him and she draws a calming breath, before nodding. Quickly, then, she thinks.
Touching him, her hand cups his cheek within her palm and she presses a rough, hungry kiss, full of promise and desire. The weight upon him would disappear then. Her lips dissolve into a flutter of wings as her body is replaced by thousands and thousands of butterflies. They engulf Zero, surrounding his body, cradling him as they lift up into the air. The rush of wings and air that carry him goes by in a blur, no time at all wasted.
Through the window of the lavish room she had awoken in, the butterflies slowly melt away from his body, caressing him tenderly while setting him carefully upon his feet. She swarms together then, drawing back into herself, the flurry of delicate wings merging together to once more reveal the girl they had sprung from. What is left is her. Standing before him, her needs and desire are no more diminished than just moments before.
Embarrassed, but too aroused to care, she stares at him, her cheeks painted pink as she finally speaks.]
I hope you're going to take responsibility for this, Zero...