Disconnected pieces of herself, of both sides of herself, snapped sharply together. It hurt, in the same way that bright light hurt when one's eyes were used to darkness. Passion had never been an issue for her when she was with him, but self-preservation had conditioned her to deny it, to forget it, to thrust it hard away from her if she encountered it inside her. Better to live without it than to again have it ripped away from her. Their lives in this strange universe were so uncertain. Even now, she could lose him.
His demanding mouth wouldn't have been enough, even now, to coax an adequate response from the Evey who had lost him. She would have been stiff, reserved...probably wouldn't even have invited him in.... But there was more to her now than the Evey who'd walked with dinosaurs and Clerics. Her younger self still remembered, and still chased, and still loved how Aidan could turn her heart inside out and set her body on fire. And Evey wanted to remember. Desperately.
That hard-cutting desperation, born of life and living loss, overrode her pragmatic caution. More than overrode. It obliterated. Her tongue traced the fangs she felt, and though it was frightening to think that he was in this state, she couldn't consider pulling away. Need and that life-or-death desperation combined together to strip away any thought of self-protection or selflessness. This might be the last time she got to kiss him - either because of her circumstances or because of the reality of where they both lived. All they had was now.
Her hands were working feverishly on the belt she'd picked out for him not 30 minutes ago. It was difficult work; she wanted to be pressed up against him nearly as much as she wanted to get him out of everything she'd set out for him to wear. "Goddamn it!" she growled, a second after breaking away from his lips. She looked at what she was doing, and that helped, and a couple seconds later she was sliding the damned strip of leather out of its belt loops. Throwing the offending accessory to the side, she hopped up on her toes, set her mouth against his neck, and bit - hard - not enough to break skin, but enough to mark.