She sighs softly on a shiver, dropping her shields beyond emotion, to let him show her, opening more. She moans softly against his skin, with the pleasure of it, desire coursing higher. She presses against him, skin to skin, her fingers still moving at that leasurely pace, teasing him, and her, higher.

An amused thought, laced with pleasure, sent on an open thread, testing again.

*Mother Night. One wonders why all men don't want to feel this...*