[It really is like a drug, she thinks faintly, and then the sensation washes over her once more. Like the hottest bath, like the sweetest sleep, and she slumps back herself, her eyes fluttering closed. Their forearms part for just a moment, jostled by the moment, and with an irritated noise she grabs for his hand.]
I appreciate the consideration . . . but this is more efficient.
[Ah. Her voice sounds terribly dreamy, and she thinks about that as their fingers slide between each other, gripping tightly.]
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I appreciate the consideration . . . but this is more efficient.
[Ah. Her voice sounds terribly dreamy, and she thinks about that as their fingers slide between each other, gripping tightly.]
Isn't it?