Liz body was vibrating against his lips as she hummed his name, sending another wave of electricity through his nerves. Even if he would have tried to think, to react somewhat rationally, or reasonably Don would not have been able to. All he wanted was to hear her voice sounding like this and feel her like he felt her right now, nothing else mattered. There wasn't anything scratching at the outlines of his mind, because it was somewhere in between the clouds, hidden in the fog which banned the outside world from the one they were creating. His senses only seemed to work when they were triggered by her; everything else was cold despite her skin touching his, her lips kissing his hair, her breath rolling down his neck. His nerves literally felt like dying when the contact broke, when her warmth left those spots. It was a never-ending circle of pain and ecstasy spinning faster, driving him insane and desperate.
Don had no idea how, but somehow she seemed to sense this and moved closer, clinging around him like she was feeling the same loss, the same cold, which made the agony just sweeter. When he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her as close as possible, ignoring the pain of his cracked ribs easily. Whatever once the perception of freezing had been, or the experience of bones that had almost been broken, all of this was gone, only turning into a faint memory that was already disappearing behind the thick veils of was not her, leaving nothing but prickling skin.
Liz didn't think, she just acted and though many would say that this was typical for her, it wasn't; quite the contrary. Usually her mind was ever racing, but now it was barely swimming, rather drowning in the sensation he was giving her and that was equally stunning than being able to breathe under water. Because his kisses were her air and tasting his lips was barely more addicting than feeling her on her skin.
Everything about him, especially this was too distracting for her to hold on to any thought, or try to do anything else than this. There was just too much to perceive. Like the intoxicating smell of his clammy hair, the warmth of his uneven breath against her skin, the wetness beneath her hands as they slid down his neck and the flexing of his muscles due to their movements. Liz just couldn't stop her fingers from running like they needed to make sure that he was real.
Slowly the air became thicker and tension started to crawl into their limbs, intensifying everything. She needed to pull away her lips in order to breathe, but it didn't help. It got worse and yet better. Liz couldn't make her eyes close since they were glued to his as he looked up to her. A part of her mind recognized his expression, remembered how this glance was something like adoration and amazement. Probably she could only tell because she felt something similar as her skin seemed to turn into ashes soaring up into the air like burned paper, while her core was just the opposite: an endless weight pulling her down. Barely she managed to take control over her voice, somehow pressing her forehead against his and Ressler finally broke the bonds that kept her from eyelids from shutting.
That muffled noise from his throat was a languorous scratch down her back and yet it went so much deeper, like the jolt of heavy current to her lap and Liz gasped for air, almost panicky trying to stop herself from being pushed over the edge to the endless depth, clenching around him and his reaction was instant, audible, and made everything worse. There was no chance for her to stop herself once she was tossed out of balance and lost the little control she had left. And she was tearing him down with her, though it somewhat felt like he was throwing himself after her. This wasn't a sprint anymore. This was a full-on panic attack being on a train that would never stop until he made her eyes ring, her skin freeze and boil with those sounds that mixed themselves with those she hadn't realized she was moaning.
She sensed him join her and for the first time this was enough to make her feel this rare crest this perfect moment when everything was nothing and chaos was serenity. Liz couldn't remember that this moment ever had been that long, or that the tears were that many that they actually left her eyes, rolling down her skin. Yet she didn't even care about this, but about the fact that the waves were slowing down, since they were. Whatever it was that had shut out reality was already fading and the loss she started to experience now was more than true. It was like a bucket of cold water threatening to pour itself onto her and Ressler's glance told her that he knew, that he was probably expecting that the switch which would end this was already about to be triggered. Not this time.
The only movement Liz made was to lift herself up a bit so that he would have it more comfortable. She couldn't help but torment him for a slight moment, watching his uncertainty close to disappointment before she lowered her head towards his and kissed him. Not quickly, not gently and definitely not softly. His shudder made her smile and she pressed herself back into his embrace that he was giving her willingly, almost eagerly. It just made her smile more and made him pull her even closer.
