[Kyna's eyes flutter closed again as he works his way down her neck, her breathing getting shivery.]
Definitely. Good job.
[Touching has never been a novelty to her, but touching him is a different story. Not for the first time, she wonders who designed these survival suits and how the hell she can thank them, because it's so easy to slide her hands over his shoulders and down his arms, memorizing each contour.]
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Definitely. Good job.
[Touching has never been a novelty to her, but touching him is a different story. Not for the first time, she wonders who designed these survival suits and how the hell she can thank them, because it's so easy to slide her hands over his shoulders and down his arms, memorizing each contour.]
Thank God for healing magic.