The way he shivers is thrilling to Chizuru; she's never thought that she could make him react in such a way with something as simple as a touch. (She's never thought she could make him react in such a way at all, even if she were to do more than touch.) If she's being honest - really, truly honest - now that it's happened once, she wants to be able to do it again and again. She'll keep her fingers on his skin for as long as she can, then, hoping to draw out more involuntary shivers and maybe even sound from the man who is usually so taciturn.

But she doesn't get to keep it up for long, because he's laying her down against a pillow and then shedding his top. She can't help the way her gaze wanders, drinking in the sight of him, nor can she help the way her cheeks darken in color. He really is handsome. It's not the first time she's thought it (though perhaps this will be her first opportunity to say it).

When he slips his hand under her back to press her into him she arches her back, wanting to feel the warmth of his body against her as much as he wants to feel the warmth of her body against his. Perhaps the circumstances that have led them to this are frightening; perhaps before she began she was anxious about whether or not this would really be okay. She isn't dwelling on that anymore, and she couldn't if she tried.

In this moment, all she can think of is the man she's pressed up against, the man who she wants so badly that it's like every inch of her is crying out for him.

"Then, take me." The words come out in a whisper and she closes her eyes because it's hard to say such things, even with how badly she wants him. "I'm yours..."

For now - for however long they'll be doing this... Chizuru is all his.