[ he stretches taller, letting her kiss where she pleased, rub as she pleased. He was doing the same in kind, brushing his hand over her taut belly, down even lower where...
He drops the soap, breath catching as he simply holds on as his whole body arches under her touch, eyes closed so he can simply feel. He groans her name at the lightness, at the teasing touch. It wasn't enough.
It never would be.
Hei had never believed in dreams, in the hope that comes from wishing. There was fact and challenge and pushing through the lies to unearth the truth. He had done everything to shed his humanity, but she had returned it. She had given him something to dream.
Impatient, he pulled her closer, tight up against him if he can. And he dropped his head to her shoulder, whispering Saya against her skin, remembering Mai. The latter had been the dream but Saya, this Saya, was warmth and flesh and reality. And it was all his. How could he ever have thought to give it up? And if his fingers trembled just a little against her skin, it was because he knew he didn't have to, not now and not for years to come if he was lucky.