How to put to words the way his arms felt around her own; they were words she lacked at the moment though her mind searched in vain all the same for them. So eloquent so often, and yet now here wordless and flushed in the arms of the last man she would have thought would wish to hold her. There was so much strength in his arms, power, sorrow, tenderness and just a hint of danger. And ode could be written about them. And likely it would, should her words ever find her again upon the subject matter of Atticus Cross.<br/><br/>Fi shifted slightly against him when one of his arms moved, hands clinging to his broad shoulders to hold them close together even yet, not wanting to surrender the closeness that had somehow come to be. It would end all too soon, fleet away like a summer butterfly. The girl let her eyes half close, a tender smile curved upon her lips as his fingers found the silken cooper of her hair and played with it.<br/><br/><em>"Give this to me.</em>"<br/><br/>In that tone, in his voice, she would assent to anything she found herself thinking even as he closed the inches between them again and took her lips with his own. She sighed into the kiss, the tease of it, surrendering without thought as her body pressed closer and shifted, squirming, enticing in a way that was instinctive, ardent but clearly unplanned, unplotted. There was not artifice in how she respond to him; certainly not as his lips caught her lower lip and suckled on it, making her shiver and whimper happily, eyes shutting in truth as she let herself get swept away in his touch, his scent and the taste of him. When her lip was her own again she cupped his face in both her hands and dusted her lips against his over and over again, soft sucking kisses to tease, to invite him deeper. Her hands moved up, sinking into the thick dark wealth of his hair.<br/><br/>She found speech then, wanting to tell him, to show him how he affected her and so against his lips, her eyes fluttering open she began to speak in the softest of whispers. Her melodic voice husked with her desire, her affection and the bright blue green of her eyes shimmering like ocean waves caught in the sunlight or a vivid butterfly in flight.<br/><br/>"It is yours, yours and yours, as much as you desire. To give to you is all I desire in this moment, to savor in the forever thought to be unknown wonder that is your touch, your scent, your taste. I have not words to express...express the truth of this moment and of us. I fear, my dearest, unlooked for hero, all I may do in this moment is to offer, and that offer be not reserved but rather unending. What have of me would you? But speak the words my dark guiding star..."