[The slap startles him, but there is nothing to pull from it -- no pain, no satisfying echo, just a sensation that leaves him reaching and squirming for more. And suddenly, in that same void, she's pressed against his spine, a glide of cloth rather than any real weight to satisfy the presence he feels himself pining for.
Further, he shoves it away, even as her hand glides up his throat and to his jaw.
There's no resistance -- he'd agreed to this, to give himself over to her command of the bond and to their shared consciousness in hopes that it would chase away some of the spectres he felt hanging over him whenever he layed his head to rest. His lips part to allow the entry of her fingers.
Its a strange sensation, the pressure on his tongue that is there without really being there. He closes his teeth and meets resistance against what should be her skin -- its light pressure, nothing to inhibit her progress and more of an effort to participate beyond bending his knees and bowing his head.
It'd been so long since he'd done either of those things, after all.]
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Further, he shoves it away, even as her hand glides up his throat and to his jaw.
There's no resistance -- he'd agreed to this, to give himself over to her command of the bond and to their shared consciousness in hopes that it would chase away some of the spectres he felt hanging over him whenever he layed his head to rest. His lips part to allow the entry of her fingers.
Its a strange sensation, the pressure on his tongue that is there without really being there. He closes his teeth and meets resistance against what should be her skin -- its light pressure, nothing to inhibit her progress and more of an effort to participate beyond bending his knees and bowing his head.
It'd been so long since he'd done either of those things, after all.]