Post by Zea Winters on Feb 24, 2008 22:17:59 GMT -5
"No pictures, I'm afraid, but I can... demonstrate," she said, peeking at him through her eyelashes. She took his hand, and raised it to her mouth. She slipped her wand from it's wrist-holder, and pressed the tip ever so gently into his elbow.
She began whispering against his palm, words that were not intelligible, not that it mattered, because things began to happen. Delicious, tingly, magical things, that would course like electricity through his nerves.