Oryn found it first - so there!

[Oryn Vance]

Oryn cupped her face in his hands, then leaned forward and kissed her forehead. "Simple... I trust you," he answered.

He leaned forward, his lips next to her ear. "Just relax. You never have anything to be scared of from me. Just stop... think... tell me how you feel," he whispered. "Just relax, then feel what I'm feeling."

[Flyte Vance]

Flyte closed her eyes, his voice in her ear making her bite her lip so hard that she tasted blood. She tried to clear the confusion from her mind and feel her own emotions.

'I feel tempted, my whole body is aching - slow dull throbs that make me want to do irrational things, my lips are burning where you kissed them - screaming for you to do it again.' Flyte felt her heart fluttering in her chest, 'I can't think beyond this breath, this moment, here and now...'

She tried desperatly to avoid touching him, scared of her bodies betrayl.

[Oryn Vance]

"And is that so bad?" he whispered. "Wanting to be held and kissed? Getting so caught up that nothing else matters?" He traced his fingers down her neck. "I feel the same way," he whispered. "Every moment, I feel like I'm drowning. Every glimpse of you is intoxicating, and every touch, every kiss, is agony when it ends."

[Flyte Vance]

She held her breath. She closed her eyes again. She bit her lip once more.

'That can't be healthy,' she muttered the words through clenched teeth, her chest tightening through lack of oxygen. 'We need to see a Doctor or something.'

[Oryn Vance]

Oryn shook his head, smiling slightly. He pulled her into his arms, brushing his lips against hers. "Just stop fighting it," he whispered. "Stop fighting what you know you want, what we both want. Trust me... Trust me to keep you safe"

He leaned forward, his lips brushing against her ear and whispered again. "Drown with me."

[Flyte Vance]

Drown with me

'Yes..' her voice a whisper, an exhalation. And she did.