She doesn't quite make the sound again, detouring as she finds line of his shoulder with her mouth, kissing and nibbling in equal measure until she reaches his neck. There, she simple nuzzles, letting her chilled breath caress his skin. She might have stayed there, but he says her name, and gets another gasping laugh as it sends a sprawling bolt of sensation through parts of her that are anything but physical and all too real. Her hands tighten against his skin, pressing her chest to his so that her might almost feel the rapid beat of her heart beneath her breasts.

"Blade!" Soft and carrying, her exclamation is about all she can manage before the kiss. The repetition of her name is utterly dizzying and narcotic. His lips, the taste of him on her tongue, his smell and touch all hep to steady her so she can offer him all she has to give for the moment. Her name, affection, and desire range through the light brushes of her hands over his chest to the every careful movement below.