It was over more quickly than her drugged mind would have liked but her logical mind did not want to bleed to death so instead of pulling hm back to her like she almost did. She took this time to take a breath, shivering a little as his tongue dragged across her neck to close the wound. She didn't want to tell him he didn't need to do that, she would heal on her own but it felt much too good.
Still pinned against him, she looked up as he pressed his forehead to the wall. She opened her mouth to speak, still dazed no words formed. She instead licked her lips, dry all of a sudden and tried again. "Bertoldo." She breathed. "Look at me." She whispered but once he did, she couldn't remember what she wanted to say, instead, her hand rose and cupped his cheek, her head tilting as if he was a piece of art she didn't quite understand before she leaned up, capturing his lips before she could think better of it.