She winds herself in near. Taking quick, shallow breathes, her fingers holding fast still. Pressed chest to chest, gripping hard with her knees. Magni was hard in a way she didn't quite understand until here, this, now, near and close. Strong in a way that, a nudging around the word so particularly she hardly dared breath: hers.

This time, she is the silent one, barely daring to speak as she. Nods, slowly, and the once. But firmly. Unmistakably. "I know you would never hurt me. I," she licks her lips, tasting water on them, trying not to fix on Magni's mouth like a starved thing.

Just that is terribly difficult this close, not too. The half dozen times they've kissed before, sitting at the forefront of her mind. "I trust you with my life." Then, she croaks hoarsely, rocking again, needing so, "Please, touch me."