She smiles up at him. "Good. I want you, too." Her fingers slide over his chest, almost reverently. She simply can't get enough of touching him. And that electricity, it's just fascinating. "From the Quickening?" she asks, looking up at him. She doesn't recall it from any other time they'd been intimate.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
no subject
Date: 2011-05-16 03:47 am (UTC)