Larksong Grotto Living in a glass house

her eyes closed as he went on, moving across her body, awakening it in such a way she had never experienced before. the girl's slight form leant into reek, but she tensed when he passed behind her. it was not with a medic's eye that he looked at her now; she trembled as she had before, but there was warmth followed by a melting sort of pleasure that threatened to cast her down to the earth.

her head swam; her jaws parted soundlessly. what was this? she did not understand and yet she could not; she could not think, or hardly breathe. her moan was a tiny thing, abruptly silenced by the nervousness of her thrumming body.