[Justice relaxes under her touch. Her fingertips are somehow more intense than her hand would be, tickling the edges of his nerves and giving him just a taste of the intensity of her presence in her skin.
He takes another drag of the fyrra, holding it in his lungs before exhaling through his nose and then setting it aside. There's a warmth in his gut at her touch, a pull urging him to come closer, so he does. He pushes himself closer, laying his arm around her hips and nuzzling her neck just at her pulse point. Under the smell of smoke and silk, he just smells her.]
May I practice on you?
[He doesn't think just talking about it would help much, and he surprises himself by how much he wants to. He likes Isabela. He feels safe with her.]
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[Justice relaxes under her touch. Her fingertips are somehow more intense than her hand would be, tickling the edges of his nerves and giving him just a taste of the intensity of her presence in her skin.
He takes another drag of the fyrra, holding it in his lungs before exhaling through his nose and then setting it aside. There's a warmth in his gut at her touch, a pull urging him to come closer, so he does. He pushes himself closer, laying his arm around her hips and nuzzling her neck just at her pulse point. Under the smell of smoke and silk, he just smells her.]
May I practice on you?
[He doesn't think just talking about it would help much, and he surprises himself by how much he wants to. He likes Isabela. He feels safe with her.]