“Bruce, I need you,” she whispered, worrying at her lower lip, not sure exactly what she was saying, but knowing that she had to say it. “I...” she surged up, kissing him again, the hood of her cloak falling back as she buried herself into the sensations rolling through her, Lust...desire...love...friendship...fear...worry...all of it rushed through her in a desperate, tumultuous tangle, sweeping away her conscious mind and forcing her to simply feel rather then think, an idea she really wasn't comfortable with, but unable to stop.