[Pulling back for a short breath seems to give her no air, soft moans mingling with her ragged breaths. Her lips press down on his; if she can't catch her breath, she may as well steal his.]
[She's like to say she'll catch Hei when he falls, but she won't. Saya simply waits for him to crumble, trying to ignore the rush she feels that its his own free will that binds him to her.]