[ She can feel him watching and wanting her and it only urges her on. Her speed ticks faster as she swirls around him, closer and then just out of reach. Her movements coltish and teasing as she shrugs off whatever restraint she had. If he's going to reach for her, with both his power and his touch, she'll certainly answer. But distance isn't what she has in mind. ]
[ Once they're moving together, past and around each other, she responds to the fact that he can't help but touch her. He'll feel her touch trailing down his arm, a huff of breath through his hair. Her fire gives off red-gold spicas when his touches it which, by the playful note she hums, are absolutely intentional. She makes sure to get plenty of that in front of the camera. When he watches the playback, he'll catch her eyes slowly turning more and more golden. ]
[ She runs a fingertip down his arm as she moves past at a speed far too fast to visually follow even if he had been looking, and her fire seems concentrated where her touch is -- no risk to his clothes, however, her control is too perfect to allow it. Just the heat, and the contact, and the playful way she moves in the wind. ]
[ This isn't about the shades anymore. Maybe it never was. ]
[ After some time, he'll feel her hand curling over his shoulder, still impossibly warm, and hear her voice from close enough that her breathing stirs against his ear -- she's nearly breathless, and as she doesn't technically need to breathe air it's clear this has no physical cause. ]
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[ Once they're moving together, past and around each other, she responds to the fact that he can't help but touch her. He'll feel her touch trailing down his arm, a huff of breath through his hair. Her fire gives off red-gold spicas when his touches it which, by the playful note she hums, are absolutely intentional. She makes sure to get plenty of that in front of the camera. When he watches the playback, he'll catch her eyes slowly turning more and more golden. ]
[ She runs a fingertip down his arm as she moves past at a speed far too fast to visually follow even if he had been looking, and her fire seems concentrated where her touch is -- no risk to his clothes, however, her control is too perfect to allow it. Just the heat, and the contact, and the playful way she moves in the wind. ]
[ This isn't about the shades anymore. Maybe it never was. ]
[ After some time, he'll feel her hand curling over his shoulder, still impossibly warm, and hear her voice from close enough that her breathing stirs against his ear -- she's nearly breathless, and as she doesn't technically need to breathe air it's clear this has no physical cause. ]
Should I keep going?