WRAP IT AROUND ME LIKE A SHEET

This is so different from what she has experienced. There is no violence, though she assumes if she requested it, the german warrior would deliver. He is slow, methodical- almost as if he truly cares that she does indeed want to share her body with his. Perhaps its his 'care' that scares her most. She does what she does best, swallows fear. Every kiss he plants against her sends electrical shocks to her core- warming her body, as they sing to her heat. This is what she is made for, her body purrs. She sighs lightly, as he pressed against her, and she arches herself, meeting his body with her own. If anyone deserves this exposed side of her- it's the warrior that has saved her life and helped her retain her sanity. Her mind flashes back to the lakeside- and she stiffens for a moment, before releasing a shaky breath. Will it hurt, when they finally join? She can remember the pain vividly from Fugue, and she wonders if this will be the same? Perhaps, she is truly an innocent angel when she asks, her voice gravely, coming from the depths of her chest. "Will it hurt?" She wants to know this, wants to know the truth. All thoughts of her illness are long forgotten, the frantic racing of her heart- pumped endorphin's through her, dismissing the pain of the fever, and Faust's searing touch to the farthest corner of her mind.