Even after six years, Ella was unused to having someone want to be in her life by choice. And, Merlin, as much as she ripped Terrence to shreds, any lesser man would have left by now. But maybe that was another reason they worked so well together. Honestly, there were so many reasons why they did that trying to pinpoint one was never that difficult to accomplish. She wondered vaguely if one day she'd be able to come home and just be here with him like this. But if she ever reached that point, she feared their driving force would be gone. She wanted to be slightly afraid of losing him because then she actually worked to keep him, whether the efforts were all in her mind or not. It was a rare occasion in her life to want to work for anything, when she'd grown so accustomed to not caring about anything.
His sentiment rang true to her, too, though she'd never say it aloud in a language he could technically understand. This was exactly where she wanted to be at the end of the day. It was the only place she fit just so.
After he was on the sofa, Ella climbed on top of him, straddling his lap. As she dug her teeth into the skin that stretched over his chest where the E was inked, she was certain everything she couldn't say was being felt loud and clear. Her hands moved to pull off her own shirt, having to break away from his skin in order to pull it over her head. Shirt discarded, her mouth descended upon his as she sucked his bottom lip between her teeth and tugged. "Break me," she murmured vehemently, eyes intent upon his. Her fingers reached up and curled mercilessly into his hair, tugging him closer to her.