I don't even.
[She'd never touched him just for pleasure before -- never even had the thought to. What she'd sought in Hei until now was a release for her tension, someone to prop her upright until she was ready to fall.]
[So now she'd fallen. And Hei caught her, and somehow convinced her to let him lift her back up.]
[Saya can't remember the last time she wanted something for anyone but herself. Even their time together was about her: her quest, her needs. Her life, and when it would end. It wasn't even for his sake that she had lived on, but now, now she can think of him and how she wants more of that trembling, to feel her name whispered against her not because it was hers, but because he felt too much to keep it in.]
[She turns despite his tight hold, slick skin pulling taut as she stretches to kiss him. First his mouth, her parted lips sliding over his. Fingers curl in his hair to ease his head back so she can lavish equal treatment on his neck, trace over his collarbone. Her hand slips from his hair as she continues, down.]