Shaking harshly, arms wrapping around his neck, her hair damp, cheeks flushed, she caresses his cheek with her own; lips sliding against his again, breaths heavy as her body tries to slow down.<br/><br/>Her legs shiver, and she leans against his chest, teeth still chattering as deep within her body, continues to nudge and pulse in thick muscles spasms around his shaft; sucking him dry. A literal mess they've made, she cares not.<br/><br/>Her eyes open, nose nudging his jawline, a broad smile taking over her features at his statement, now looking into his own eyes; her right hand moves to his face, palm sliding from forehead to chin, then she cups his cheek in her hand, her thumb tracing his lower lip.<br/><br/>The thought odd that escapes her in a whisper, "no New York, then?". Her brow furrows as she is exhausted, turning her head to lay it on his shoulder.<br/><br/>She closes her eyes, still shivering slightly, well aware of what is to be, at least of her own being, because of this night.<br/><br/>She sighed contentedly, unaware of anything but here and now. The One seeking Arella drew nearer, now in New York, searching for Millicent. Where Mill was, would lead him to Arella.<br/><br/>Mill has not nearly been as insightful nor hiding as she had for so long, and gave no thought to the darkness that followed her, looking for the pure soul she hid and protected for so long.<br/><br/>As well as this new development, a bonus, if found by the Evil one.<br/><br/>Mill's only concern at the moment, was Arella, safe asleep, and now Solas. She smiled again in comfort, trying to keep her eyes open, holding tightly to him in every way, fighting back inevitable sleep.<br/><br/>She blinks slowly, trying to focus on the lights peeking in the window, comforted, completely protected by him; he would not let anyone, anything harm him or something terrible to happen again; not like so long ago. Times were not as then, she reassured herself, they would all be fine.<br/><br/>She looked forward to shopping with Isolde and Arella, and in a quiet and enjoyable day.<br/><br/>Mill's head slips slowly against his bicep, her arms losing their grip of him, body melting as the tides subside, and she mumbles, "don't let go...love you...", her eyes giving in, breaths slow and steady, body needing rest as it has much work to do herein.