For him to catch her was sensible and polite. That had been the only thing she'd hoped for and it prevented her ending up with a broken arm or nose. And she just didn't want to try and have to explain missing teeth to, well, everyone. Her hands grasped his shirt as she went down, her cheek managing to brush against his as she plowed against his sitting form on the floor. She wasn't sure how she'd managed to turn as she was falling, but that would be something she'd forget to contemplate on once this was over.
It was the sensation at the moment of their physical connection, mainly the flutter of her skin and his, that Linnaea hadn't expected.
After the initial shock of the two of them smacking into the floor as one, Naea felt hot and cold all at once--and the two met deep in her center, somewhere near her solar plexus. Goosebumps flared across her skin, especially at that warm butterfly of a breath that left Zio and found its place at the curve of her neck.
The worst part of it all? Naea had to fight the overwhelming urge to grasp onto him for dear life as if he were her own. And it terrified her. Oh, gods-- he smelled absolutely and undeniably divine. Later on, she would catch herself marveling over the fact that her shirt still smelled like him and it caused her tummy to flip over in some strange anticipation--of what, she had no idea.
Her heart was pounding (though from the actual fall or what she had just felt she wasn't sure) and somewhere in her throat was the breath she was holding. Naea's gaze met his as she gently pushed away from him and scooted back on her bum to her own side of the elevator. Looking away at the sensation of the blush she felt coming on, the young woman shrugged with a pretty frown, blue eyes narrowed. "You won't hear me complaining." Naea's voice was strained and soft. "...Thanks."
She could barely hear herself over the noise of the blood rushing in her ears. When was this stupid contraption going to move??