Another Rinoa might be attached to a Squall, but that wasn't Squall in the other room, it was the Lieutenant Commander. Besides, Rinoa's heart went where it would, but she only ever belonged to herself.
Her mouth was continuing to idly explore his thumb, the nail here, the ridges on the knuckle there, and then she nuzzled all of her face into the palm of his hand. She wanted -- more. Could she kiss back, when he gave out those telepathic ones? How much of him was real, and how much was fire? Even if he could only touch her with his mind, he ... it seemed more real than any of the times she'd crept into a hotel suite with the current discreet boyfriend. That was only hands on skin, and this was deeper.
Not that she was objecting to hands, as his sent tingles up the sides of her arms. She wriggled in closer against him, using her free hand to press gently against his chest, some place where it seemed especially solid. She might be a Sorceress, but she didn't know how fireproof she was, and it wouldn't help the mood any to find out.
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Date: 2014-04-02 07:17 pm (UTC)Her mouth was continuing to idly explore his thumb, the nail here, the ridges on the knuckle there, and then she nuzzled all of her face into the palm of his hand. She wanted -- more. Could she kiss back, when he gave out those telepathic ones? How much of him was real, and how much was fire? Even if he could only touch her with his mind, he ... it seemed more real than any of the times she'd crept into a hotel suite with the current discreet boyfriend. That was only hands on skin, and this was deeper.
Not that she was objecting to hands, as his sent tingles up the sides of her arms. She wriggled in closer against him, using her free hand to press gently against his chest, some place where it seemed especially solid. She might be a Sorceress, but she didn't know how fireproof she was, and it wouldn't help the mood any to find out.