“I don’t know.” It was nearly a wail. She struggled to keep from breaking down a third time. “God, Victor, I don’t know!”
Victor didn’t know what do to exactly, or what she wanted but he leaned in and kissed her lips. He lazily licked at her lower lip and put as much comfort and kindness into the kiss as he could, nothing about it sexual. Then he pulled her down so that they were laying next to each other; well, her more on top of him than anything. He kissed her again, focusing on giving her strength, on being her rock.
Summer curled into him, clinging tightly, kissing him back. Both arms went round his neck, one hand sinking into his hair. His warmth was a solid bulwark at her back, his love a solid strength in her mind. Wherever he’d come from, whyever they’d come together, so quickly, whatever it meant — right now it meant the thing she needed to hold on to herself. “Your /mouth/, darling,” she whispered.
“My mouth? I didn’t realize it had therapeutic powers, love.” Victor smirked then kissed at her jaw, licking at the corner of her mouth here and there then moving to nibble at her chin a bit. “Like that?”
Summer tilted her head back, closing her eyes. “Just like that. /Just/ like that, Victor darling.” She squirmed around until she was straddling his lap, instead of half-draped across it. “Tell me why you love me. All the reasons.” She bit at his nose. “Would it hurt, if you bit me?”