"Frederic," she countered against his mouth. Her eyes closed as he kissed her again and again, dispelling the deep loneliness she had been feeling. Now she felt a longing for what she ought not to and they were kissing as if their very lives depended on it. Her heart thundered in her chest with every moment that passed, that longing to live again when part of her had died... Mercy... "Fred..." The "we should stop" died on her tongue before it had a chance to whisper out, instead, replaced by a whimper and a soft sob. Her arms were around him then and she was clinging to him as if letting him go would kill her. She did break the kisses then and placed her cheek where she had before. "Hold me... just hold me."