D. Gray-man, Allen/Lenalee, this way
She took him with her from the prison she'd split open, iron cage of power and mundane metal that God's gift wreaked havoc upon, the Boots tearing apart. He whispered her name when she first called his, but after that he only followed, holding her tightly enough that his knuckles turned white.
Rinali brought him to a place accessible only by flight, the winds tearing at their hair and clothes until they ducked out of the way. His wrist was bruised but she lingered longest over the Innocence, remembering the heavy spelled shackles and the way his shoulders pulled down under their weight.
"Allen," she said, lips parting over his name, and he touched her face and said her name quietly.
"The Order--"
"We don't need them," and she kissed him again, lips parting. "Just follow me," she whispered, "just--walk with me, Allen," and his hand spasmed into a fist against her skirt, clenching fabric taut. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him into her and he came alive in her arms, kissing her back.
Some of his usual gentleness was stripped away, some ragged edge deep inside him despite all his determined serenity. Rinali felt it in him, touching her like he was reassuring himself she wasn't simply some fever dream conjured in the bowels of the Black Orders prison to torment him. And she kissed him back just as fiercely, surrendering no ground.
He dragged up her skirt and touched her, fingers cold and soft on slick sensitive flesh. He made a sound--a low, almost pained hiss--when she whimpered in his ear, hips bucking, and then he was kissing her again, holding her as tightly as he knew how, and she dragged him to her, pulling him closer, wrapping her hands around him and rocking her hips until they fit and she could rise and sink down, sliding him into her.
Too thin, and she pressed her lips against his ear and moaned, shuddering, her grip probably a little painful. The wind howled outside of their small, fragile enclosure and she tightened her legs around his hips as he surged against her, her name a low gasp. She kissed the graceful snaking lines of the mark over his eye, feeling his eyelashes flutter shut, and held him close until the pounding of his heartbeat and the throbbing rush of her climax told her they were both definitely and absolutely still alive.