“It's alright,” Enigma whispered, petting his hair, not minding the fact he had drawn her in so tightly. “I promise, it'll be alright.” Her lips rested against his ear, holding him tightly, gently stroking his hair and neck. “I promise,” she repeated, her lips brushing the flesh of his ear, before she rested her face in his neck, breathing in the scent of him.
She pulled away a touch, turning his head to look at him, smiling sweetly, not caring about the fact they were mere millimeters from each other, gently brushing her thumb over his cheek. “What do you need of me, Christian? I will give anything to you,” she said softly, her thumb tracing down over his lips and chin, trying not to actually think of what it would be like to kiss him, lest it show on her face.