[She hears him move but thinks nothing of it until his arms are suddenly going around her and she's caged to him, and only a small, questioning noise comes out of her. She remains stiff, even tries to weakly shrug him off, but there's nowhere for her to run. Nowhere for her to escape the warmth that wraps around and threatens to fully envelop her and drag her under.]
... What are you doing?
[She prays that he can't feel the wild beating of her heart through her back as it presses up to his chest.]
no subject
... What are you doing?
[She prays that he can't feel the wild beating of her heart through her back as it presses up to his chest.]