[ Whatever come back she has is lost to a wanting shudder rippling through her body at the brush of his fingers against her heat. Her eyes flutter closed behind the blindfold, fingers find purchase once again in his hair in part to steady herself and tugging his locks lightly in the direction she wants his lips to go. Quiet noises of desire and need fall from her lips as his fingers deftly tease her through the thin, damp fabric.
Idly she wonders how long it's been since someone has touched her like this. Does all of her sensitivity and yearning have to do with the lack of tactile touch that she's so used to having? Does it have to do with the anticipation leading up to this moment in the maze with a stranger? Or is there something else at play here that she can't quite put her finger on because her senses are clouded with fey wine, Lief's scent, and the roses around them?
Another stroke sends the thoughts fleeing from her mind as her eyes open again to see darkness. She squirms in his hold, fingers tightening, lips parting in a gasp as she struggles to ground herself long enough to form words into sentences. ]
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Idly she wonders how long it's been since someone has touched her like this. Does all of her sensitivity and yearning have to do with the lack of tactile touch that she's so used to having? Does it have to do with the anticipation leading up to this moment in the maze with a stranger? Or is there something else at play here that she can't quite put her finger on because her senses are clouded with fey wine, Lief's scent, and the roses around them?
Another stroke sends the thoughts fleeing from her mind as her eyes open again to see darkness. She squirms in his hold, fingers tightening, lips parting in a gasp as she struggles to ground herself long enough to form words into sentences. ]
And what makes you think that exactly?