Terrence had spent the majority of the time since the attack unconscious, or partially conscious, but he still felt the time that had passed in his body, in the way she touched him and his responses. This came naturally to him, and so had fighting; however, he’d just discovered that fighting could be interrupted by certain things triggering his mind to go to hell. That left only this that felt entirely natural to him, and it was even more incredible by comparison to the nightmare (literally) of the time they’d been apart.
He groaned, pressing as close to her as he could as they fell apart together, one hand tangled into her hair and digging his fingers into the nape of her neck, the other on her thigh, his teeth breaking through the skin of her neck as his body shuddered against hers. Breathing was difficult, oxygen being dragged into his lungs, and he didn’t want to move, didn’t want it to end. When it ended, his mind would return, and so would everything that they were up against, but he would handle it, he would. Right here, by her side.
For now, though, he was putting it off. Well, putting off certain topics, anyway, and he didn’t even speak until he’d caught his breath, mouth still against her neck, his nose just below her ear. He didn’t pull away at all, refused to do that just yet, wanted to keep feeling her skin (even her broken skin) against his, under his fingertips, the scent and taste overloading his senses. “I want,” he said after a moment, breath hot against her skin, “To be your horcrux.”
As per usual, there were so many things going through Ella's mind that she couldn't, didn't know how to, verbally express them all. Her arms wrapped around his neck, skin prickling at the sensation of his hot breath on her. "If you wanted to have me inside of you, I think I'm missing some key components," she laughed, breathless. She kissed the side of his head, his hair tickling her nose. His words should have been heavy on her, shouldn't they have been? Instead of feeling the weight of them, though, she felt like the world that had been crumbling around her was slowly beginning to piece itself back together to build an impenetrable fortress around them.
"I gave you my soul six years ago," she continued after several long, silent moments where she searched for exactly what it was she wanted to say. She was shite with words, shite with emotions. She needed words for this, though. She wanted words for this. "If you literally want a piece of that, it's yours." Her lips moved past his ear, grazing along his neck, down to his collarbone while one hand moved to curl her fingers possessively into the E at his chest, remembering when she'd first clawed her mark into the skin over his heart. "In return, I want your soul inside of me, too."