[ Now there is a tone she is not used to, as attractive as it is. Neria's nerves stand on edge as his finger swipes along her bottom lip and she resists the initial urge to surprise him and take his finger between her lips, instead opting to listen, to lose herself in that voice. She very gladly steps closer to him until their hips meet, and Neria sighs lightly against his hand. Her eyes find his and she smiles as a little thrill, a shiver, runs up her spine. ]

I cannot say which thought of you is more enticing: that you might find yourself uncomfortable around others while thinking of me...or that you lay awake at night with those very thoughts.

[ Cullen, trying to hide his loss of composure in the war room. Cullen with thoughts of her at night, enough to chase away nightmares. Oh, certainly, the implications can be lewd - and Neria would be lying if she insisted she did not think of them - but she likes those ideas too; he thinks of her as often as she thinks of him, and that is comforting.

She lifts her hand to bring it gently to the back of his neck, fingers sliding through the tips of his hair. ]

I think of you, too, often enough that it's distracting. I feel like I'm lost in all of this, sometimes.

[ Neria meets his heated gaze with a smile, and she kisses his thumb as it lingers on her lips. ]

But I also begin to think of more, of you and I... And I do not want you to let me go. Not here, not now, not tonight. Not until I know more of what you've been thinking.

[ She lifts up a little on her toes to meet him as he leans down. ]

And not until I have more of you.