Another little squeak of relief came to her as his and scooped her up and fell between the darkwooded strands of her hair. It was a hug, an embrace, and while weak and unable to do what he intended it to do, it was enough to her. When he pulled back from her, giving her a peck on the lips, those eyes he adored searched him for a reason.

It was then the slow tingle of pain could be felt as the bond opened. It was then dwarfed by his intense love for her then. She had never felt such a grand emotion from him before and it made her completely ignore the pain now in her body. It was an intense emotion to be with her, a form of oneness. It was really what she was wanting to feel when she had begged him to feel the bond, and that wasn't all.

As he looked down at her and thought on his love for her, something happened. He had not felt desire for her before, or a yearning physically himself. As she lay there though, her eyes looking into his, she felt it. It might not have been sexual desire, but it was desire, a longing sensation for her and her smile grew wide in the blissful feeling of it. She let out a sound of enjoyment that much like his when she was playing on his back, almost rumbled in her. It was a higher pitch, but the same. 

Elann had yet to muster up the will to speak any word, and the emotions flowing through her bond told her not to, to just enjoy the time with him. If she opened her mouth, it would all be over. His hand played across her smooth skin to the curve of her body and without voice, she matched the desire for him in her own heart, compounding on it. 

Before, when Noah was sad or angry, Elann would get sad or angry, and it would compound until raging storms threatened to destroy all the world in her eyes, yet this time, she sought to nurture this new desire in him, to show him the heights of it by stacking new desire over new desire. He had thought of her beautiful features and interpreted it into desire. She thought on his might and sacrifice, interpreting it into desire for him. It was a form of communication, a telling that there was so much more to desire in her. He already loved her for her kindness, her love. Each of those too could be turned into desire, each one fanning a flame of passion until each one could not keep away from each other. If he matched her by learning what next to desire, she would focus on his sweetness, his gentle touches, and then communicate that desire to him. It all would gather into an overwhelming force if he went along, but even if he didn't, she would eventually cup his neck with a hand and pull him back to her for a kiss.