She shivers hard and her eyelids flutter and she would give him anything he wanted in this moment, let him take anything he wanted from her. Maybe she always would but there are times when she wants to play at fear and times when every cell in her body is yielding to him and she can't even remember what it is to be scared. Not of him. Not of anything. She's feeling that now, that kind of all encompassing calmness that comes over her when she gives everything to him. It's so close to what she felt when she walked into the water. When she let herself float away in it and stopped running. Like when she came to shore feeling certain of things again. He makes her certain of things.

Her skin is throbbing where he's bitten her, right there under the sting on her skin, and she digs her nails into his shoulders, giving him back a little of what he's giving to her. She doesn't trust herself to say anything, doesn't want to say anything, so instead she kisses him and pulls him closer, pressing as much of herself against his warm skin as she can.