Her fingers are again like fire on his skin, teasing forth a reaction from him he's never known before. Phonos closes his eyes as before, focusing on the feeling of her touch, trying to allow himself the experience rather than to dismiss it all entirely. It hurts nearly as much as it pleasures, creates discomfort almost as much as joy. He can't help the moan that escapes when her hand runs the length of his spine.

His eyes snap open as her fingers travel on his back, the buttons on the front slowly pulling away. He makes no effort to stop her here, silently willing her to continue as their eyes meet. The chances of them seeing this through to where they've gone before is unlikely; not here, not like this. But this is enough. This is a rare moment of truth, of feeling that Phonos knows is not meant for him in normal daylight. As if because of that, he leans down to kiss her again. Softly, deeply.

It's all rather chaste for the primal desire of before, which still lurks beneath the surface. He can't risk too much too quickly, can't force himself on her when a moment before they were fighting and likely will be in another moment hence. Try as Murder might to think of the moment past and the moment future, she has him locked in this one. He grinds slowly and deliberately against her as he kisses her again, the hand which was holding hers now moving to her face, to push her hair out of his way and to feel the gentle curves there.