He moved closer and at first she backed up.  The movement seemed gentle though, in comparison to their last meeting.  So she leaned forward and pressed her forehead against his.  She wiped her squirrel greasy fingers against her pants and waited.  His hands roamed her body as if searching for some sort of flaw.  It was dulled by the suit but she could feel his fingers moving up and down - as if confirming she was actually real.  She huffed lightly as his hands slid down her throat and down her breasts.

[color=8882be][b]"Hey hey.  Private sir," [/b][/color]she said haughtily but allowed him to explore the less sexual parts of her body.  Her brown eyes were held hostage by his enticing gold and she dared not look away.  She was drawn in and enticed by those eyes.  She felt as if he were trying to relate a feeling through them but she could not understand.  He stroked her hair gently and she allowed it.  His other hand grabbed hers.  She was hestinant at first and ready to pull away but he was ever so gentle.  Remebering her feet she allowed the contact.  At first there was burning but then it starterd to tickle.  She closed her eyes and giggled a moment.  Then she was overwhelemed by feelings of confusion and concern.  Her head snapped back as the elecriticty that flowed betweeen then gave her strange and foreign feelings.  In return she fed him her confusion and desperation and intelligence.  Her body shuddered as she brought herself forward, resting her foreheaed against him again.

Her feelings flowed backward on the electric line he had pushed into her.  As much as he gave her she gave him.  Her eyes were dark and murky as she tried to handle so many confilcting things.  Her lips were close to his as she replied, [color=8882be][b]"I am Willa, Solin."[/b][/color]