Her breath hitches a little, a soft "yes," escaping her as his movements turn a little rougher. Her hands travel down his body, feeling the bandages that lie beneath his clothes with a trembling desire to know just what they hide. Scars, similar to her own? She hadn't thought to ever wrap beneath her clothes since normally what she wore covered everything up and almost no one ever took her up on her offers to strip for penance.

She want to take them apart. Take him apart. Her hands finally stop at his waistband, fingers curling into them, regretting her hasty decision to do this here. But next time-- There would be a next time, wouldn't there? She's sure she could coax him into it again--

She tilts her head to kiss him again, pulling him against her as she leans back against the wall, gasping out quietly at the sparks of pleasure-pain that run through her as his fingers manipulate her. She doesn't start undoing buttons or anything just yet, but the slight tug she gives his waistband again couldn't possibly be more clearer. "Dazai-san..." His name is a soft, needy whine and she squirms. "I want...I want to touch you too... I want more..." She trails off, looking a bit uncertain at voicing her own wants here, but her grip is steady and sure; despite herself, she's still aggressively holding onto him.