[There's a short gasp of disbelief at the sound of ripping fabric (always with the destruction, Klaus), but his hands easily coax her legs around his hips all the same, her thighs tensing to hold herself flush against him.
Her hands fist into the fabric laying against his back, slipping it up until she can grasp the bottom of his shirt and pull it over his head, her skin aching with the need to feel his against it.
There's a strange exhilaration in her eyes, as if her confession took some immense weight off her shoulders. She's as relieved to be here in this moment as he is, any fears or concerns dashed by the action of making her choices and knowing they're the right ones for her.
Her hand slides over the back of his neck, pulling him into her, the intensity of her kiss speaking volumes about how much she's been holding back, how it's been welling up inside her, how it was only a matter of time before it spilled out.]
bleary eyed and beautiful but your blade is not dull; THIS IS PROBABLY ABOUT TO GET NSFW
Her hands fist into the fabric laying against his back, slipping it up until she can grasp the bottom of his shirt and pull it over his head, her skin aching with the need to feel his against it.
There's a strange exhilaration in her eyes, as if her confession took some immense weight off her shoulders. She's as relieved to be here in this moment as he is, any fears or concerns dashed by the action of making her choices and knowing they're the right ones for her.
Her hand slides over the back of his neck, pulling him into her, the intensity of her kiss speaking volumes about how much she's been holding back, how it's been welling up inside her, how it was only a matter of time before it spilled out.]