[A gasp, yes, and a long moan too, are the smallest of it. He feels his body betray all his tumbling feelings, his hips shifting toward her and his fingers curling in her hair. His pulse is racing, enough that she might even feel it where her lips rest, and his breathing is shallow and ragged. This time as he says her name it's with a pleading near-desperation; he needs her more than he could ever hope to explain.]