His touch was alien, for lack of a better word.  She had been touched in this way before, to be sure.  But that touch had a purpose beyond this one.  His touch was innocent and pure.  Exploratory.  She wasn't sure what to make of it.  Her body naturally lifted itself into his hands, anticipating something that could NEVER happen.  But her body reacted none the less.  She let out a small puff of air as her back arched upward to meet his hand.  Her free hand reached forward and the arm rested about the back of his neck.  Aeli?  What did it matter?

Suddenly his lips met hers and she did not pull back at first.  He had satisfactorily touched her in such ways that her mouth reacted to his on drunken autopilot.  Her hand moved to wrap in his hair as she arched upward and toward him.  This was short lived as he panicked - she could feel it- and ripped backward.  The sudden lack of the electricity between them made her dizzy.

She placed a hand against her forehead as she watched him.  He was leaning back from her and she felt punch drunk.  One moment they were entirely connected and the next not.  Her nerves were all haywire with the sudden lack of connection.  She lay backward, panting.  [color=8882be][b]"That was quite mean,"[/b][/color] she breathed.  [color=8882be][b]"Don't break the connection so suddenly." [/b][/color] Her voice was a siren's song of pleading.