"Good," he replied, face splitting into a grin. Her trust made him feel warm in the most dangerous kind of ways and Matthew had to remind himself more often with her what lines he wasn't allowed to cross.
Something that was made immediately harder by her surprisingly good idea.
"Is that something you would really want?" It was the last thing he'd expected, as it was her only real defense against him if he ever flipped his lid. "I'm sure they can - they're handing out powers like candy it seems, to any who ask.."
One hand left her to find the door-handle, pushing it down to let them into his room.
Airy lifted her shoulders in a shrug though her expression was thoughtful and sincere. "Yeah. Kind of. I mean, I have defenses for someone to bite me and I don't want it but if its you..." Her voice trailed off. "I'd be okay with that." She knew that Cassidy's bite could be fatal and she'd never put him in that situation but she also knew that Matt's bite was erotic while Cassidy's was not.
"I just don't know if they can. They've given me a new power, a month or so ago, but I've been thinking about this. I don't know if they can change someone to their core. It'd be like turning you human again. If you were looking for an equivalence." It was weird to think about but the more Airy spoke, the more she realized that it was what she wanted. "Or even if I just ask them to make me not poisonous to you... I don't know."
Maybe it was a silly idea....
Airy slipped into Matt's room and took a seat near one of his pillows so she could gather it into her lap and rest her chin on it. Her hair fanned around her while she continued to thoughtfully study the floor. She knew that they were here for relaxing drug purposes but since she had no idea what she was doing she opted for staying out of the way until matt was ready for her.
Closing the door behind them, Matthew tilted his head at her, lips canted softly as he shrugged off his suspenders and dropped into the small pillow pile she'd found herself on. One arm laid over the 'back' of the pillows, to let his fingers brush against her arm.
"I would love to be able to show you the true depth of pleasure, but I worry about others. If you were going to do this, I say do it, but only for me and my kind. Your defenses are there for a reason and I would hate to see them broken and you get into a spot of trouble later for it.
I don't want you hurt either, you know."
He didn't address the idea of him being human again; the suggestion left him torn and conflicted and he wasn't sure she wanted to see the depths of that. There were better depths to find.
"Yeah. I'd just be for you're bite or your race." She thought about Cassidy again but pushed the thought from her mind. It was a complicated question and it'd take more than an afternoon to figure out what she wanted to do so she'd think about it later. Right now, she wanted to direct her focus to Matt.
"We'll see. I won't let you hurt me Matt."
Airy smiled up at him, her long hair falling in graceful waves over her shoulder. "I'm getting stronger. Plus, friends don't let friends hurt friends." She glanced around his room and found it comfortable and pleasant.
"So. Will you walk me through what we're doing? Maybe I can surprise people by knowing what I'm talking about later." She knew how to roll a joint but that was the peak of Airy's drug knowledge.
He nodded, pleased with the amendment. Cassidy came to mind, of course, and Matthew knew that the lean man would never purposefully hurt Airy, but he couldn't forget the sight of He Ming laid out, bleeding under a tree.
Smiling at her collective sentiments, he sat up, leaning on arm across his knee.
"That depends. What would you like to try first? I have opium, one of the oldest drugs.. Hash, which will be more like.. hyper intense marijuana high. Heroin, but I don't think that's right for your first time."
"Heroin." Airy's tone didn't make it sound like a question.
She's wanted to try it for awhile and she knew that Cassidy would be more of a spaz than Matt when it came to trying something that was naturally addictive. Airy couldn't get addicted to it and it was perfectly fine and she wanted to try it.
"Just tell me what to do." If he was really against it, Airy would back down to Opium but she wanted to see how much Matt was going to let her get away with.
Matt arched his eyebrows in a look of gentle surprise at her firm request, but nodded and pushed himself to his feet to head over to his desk drawer. "You'll stay here then for a good bit, or we can walk around." The point was, she was staying in his sights and arms reach.
"As for what to do. I don't wear belts and they lack rubber here, so.." Dramatically, he pulled a dark red ribbon from the drawer, along with a slim, rectangular box.
"Okay. I figured I'd stay here until the effects wore off. Assuming you don't mind." Her light blue eyes glittered with warmth as she looked up at Matthew. He was sexy, sweet and a surprisingly good friend. He got down on himself a times, Airy knew it, but the only thing she thought she could do to help Matt was to offer her company.
"A ribbon?" She asked as she pushed herself to her feet to grab a candle. It wasn't lit but Airy waved her hand over it and used her powers to ignite it.
"Here. What are you doing exactly?"
Airy knew nothing about Heroin except what she picked up from watching the musical Rent.
"Of course not." He almost sounded semi offended by it, but it didn't go any further then his tone as his lips curled back to their casual, charming curl.
"Well, heroin is not smoked or ingested, rather injected. We will heat the powder to a liquid, pull it into a syringe, and put it in your arm. Like giving blood, but in reverse."
Box in hand, ribbon draped over and through his fingers, he gestured her back over to the pillows.
"A little more work, but significantly better an experience."
Airy had done her part and now she sat back on the pillows and watched Matt put everything together. The ribbon was beautiful and she found it interesting that such a pure lovely thing would be used for this.
"Does it feel hot?"
She wondered if it'd burn her arm at all or maybe she's over thinking it.
"I trust you but I'm curious." Airy leaned forward, resting her chin on a pillow as her legs curled behind her and she watched Matthew work. It was oddly hypnotizing.
He shook his head softly, smiling crookedly at her.
"No. It will cool quickly enough, and keep its liquid form. For a time, some people thought things like that, science, was true magic. I'm glad humans have evolved from that tendency, for the most part."
The box was set down, ribbon draped over his knee as he popped the box and withdrew goods she was likely familiar with.
"Ask all you like." A spoon, a small packet of powder, a new cottonball and a metal syringe.
"That's good to know." Airy giggled. "Yeah? I like that too, though there is still magic in my world and there is no textbook about it." She wished that there was a textbook under 'C' named 'the Creator' that she could use to look things up.
"Okay, so you melt it on the spoon, put it in the syringe and then.... what's the cotton ball for?"
Was there rubbing alcohol somewhere and the cotton ball was supposed to help with that?
"There are plenty of textbooks about it in my world, though I doubt how much it would help you." There was a lot of Magic in his world but Creators were a new idea to him. Perhaps not to everyone, he couldn't say.
"It's what helps allow us to draw it into the syringe. It also catches anything that doesn't liquidize." The process was simple enough, and displayed with a skilled hand, doing just as he'd described. The little mound of powder he dusted in liquefied, coloring around the edges and he used the needle to stir it a bit. As soon as he was satisfied with the quality, the cotton-ball was dropped in and the spoon pulled away from the flame so he could load the syringe. Once all that was done, he set it all down and lifted the ribbon.
Airy shifted and held out her right arm for Matthew to take. It was a good thing that she wasn't afraid of needles or this would be a lot more difficult.
"What is the ribbon for?" She hadn't realized that the ribbon was for her or she would have been toying with it while Matthew prepared the liquid drug. "It's really pretty."
Maybe it was nerves but she focused on something that Matthew had said when they first met, when the scar around her neck had still been visible.
"Have you ever had blood taken?" The ribbon was tied tightly around her lower bicep and Matt lightly slapped her inner elbow with his fingers. "It's the same idea. After all, we can't just inject this anywhere. Now, mind when it comes off. That's when the drugs will really hit you.."
He looked at her carefully. "Are you sure about this?"
"Of course." That made perfect sense, she just never thought of using a ribbon for that purpose. Ribbons were too pretty for that kind of thing. "Okay. I'm ready."
She's going to close her eyes...
"And I am sure. I'm also not going to watch because needles don't bug me but they are still unsettling to watch when its your arm." It felt like a natural reaction when something was being visibly injected into you.
He chuckled softly and nodded. "So I've heard. Go ahead."
Once she closed her eyes and turned her head, he carefully placed the needle and pushed it into her skin. It was a thin needle and the pinch was minimal. Slowly depressing the plunger, Matt eye'd Airy, watching for any reaction of pain or anything adverse as he emptied it into her arm.
Pulling the needle out, he puts his thumb over the pinprick, setting the needle aside and quickly pulling the knot on the ribbon around her arm.
Airy was used to the light touch of Rachel's hand, the warmth of her magic, and her presence in the face of anything clinical; she wasn't only Airy's doctor but her teacher, friend and surrogate family. Her only other interaction with needles had been when Shade had given her the tattoo on her shoulder-blade. She had felt the steady ache and thrum of pain but then her adrenaline had kicked in.
This was different.
Matt's hand was cold but strong and comforting. The needle bit lightly at her skin and if asked later, Airy would claim that she hadn't felt it at all. The odd feeling was when the liquid was pushed into her veins. She felt a little light headed but that was psychological and had nothing to do with the drug. Then there was a thin trail of fiery heat that trailed through her arm. The ribbon loosened and she felt the blood and heady sensation return to her head as if it was a wave trailing up the length of her arm.
She looked back at Matthew, at her arm and then at the ribbon. She gently took the red trimming and focused on the silky fabric as she rubbed it between her thumb and forefinger. "What am I supposed to feel?" It had taken a minute or two but not much longer. Airy felt herself relax. It wasn't like she had control over it either but it wasn't alarming. She felt calm and steady. Her skin itched a little but it was easy to ignore as the heady euphoric feeling began to mount.
Bright blue eyes looked up at Matt and she blinked.
"Oh."
That was all she could think to say.
The feelings continued to steadily rise and fall but the drug was working a lot faster than anything she'd ever inhaled.
Dark eyes watched her carefully. It had been so long since a fresh, sober to high experience, one he'd never have again, so he drank in the new perspective. Her eyes had already started to blow out when she took the ribbon and Matthew shifted to settle in next to her as she relaxed into the cushions.
'oh' was usually right, and Matthew smirked, drawing his fingers lightly up and down her arm.
"Feeling okay there, cherie?"
It was a bit strange, to be honest, to know that there wasn't going to be anyone chasing after and chastising him for this, especially with her safety in mind. Cassidy would normally be the biggest concern but Matthew hadn't met anyone that came close to his own addiction and Cassidy was damned close. No doubt he'd encourage it, so long as precautions were taken.
Airy gently looped the red ribbon around her neck and tied it into a bow like a collar. It felt silky, smooth and good against her skin and she wanted to keep it for a little bit longer. Hopefully Matt didn't mind because Airy hadn't had the forethought to ask him.
"Yeah. Really yeah."
She smiled at him as his fingers brushed along her shoulder. "Mmmmm, that feels good." Airy closed her eyes and let herself relax, enjoying the full experience of the drug as it slipped through her system. It was slowly consuming her thoughts along with the pleasant euphoric feeling that fluttered like a butterfly inside of her rib cage. "I think I like this." That itchy feeling hadn't gone away but it was easy to ignore.
"The ribbon too. It's very pretty." Airy kept her eyes closed while she spoke. "Can you keep touching me Matt? I don't want it to stop."
He smiled softly at the ribbon around her neck. "Like a little kitten you are, with a Christmas bow," he teased.
Matt could visibly mark the tension leaving her body and the extra weight she let sink into the pillows next to him, and she could have passed for sleeping if left there long enough. He didn't know what god he needed to thank for her adventurous nature, but someone was owed one.
Of course, when a lady asks a gentleman to touch her, one does as asked. Matthew chuckled and scooted closer, putting an arm around her shoulder.
"Come, get comfortable." There was room enough to lay out in his lap too, if she wanted too, but as soon as she got whatever comfortable was for her, his fingers would take a longer path up and down her arm, mind already tilting towards wondering what all he'll be able to get away with.
"I wish I could take you to a light show, or a planetarium. They're always my favorite to visit when I wasn't finding a party to crash on H."
"Meow." Airy purred softly, a smile playing across the plump curve of her lips.
Her torso shifted and Airy sprawled across Matt's lap, her hair fanning around his legs in a halo of wavy chestnut brown. The crystal sheen of her blue eyes remained but as time wore and the drug continued to seep into her system, Airy's gaze became unfocused and relaxed.
"That sounds pretty. I'd love to see a planetarium. Even normally. I've always loved stars." Her fingers brush against his side and begin to draw lazy circles against his silky shirt. "My favorite quote is about stars. I read it out of a National Geographic magazine at my dad's shop. I don't remember it exactly but it's something along the lines of; when we contemplate the whole globe as one great dewdrop, striped and dotted with continents and islands, flying through space with other stars all singing and shining together as one, the whole universe appears as an infinite storm of beauty."
Her voice trails off and for a few moments, Airy lets silence fill the small room.
"Mon petit chaton," he purred back, one hand helping the mass of her hair fall over his legs, fingers setting themselves to combing through it gently as he kept to her request, letting his elbow on a pillow behind him so that he could keep stroking the soft underside of her forearm.
"That's a beautiful quote. I miss the days where people could recite it on command; the arts been lost somewhere."
He didn't mind silence, but it did invite his hands to wander, the one in her hair settling in a very loose hold on a handful of her lengths as his fingers moved over to start touching the side of her.
"I don't suppose you know any."
Were his fingers traveling down an inch or two, every few strokes? Boldly, he slipped his hand up under the edge of her shirt, dissatisfied with anything that wasn't the velvet heat of her skin.
Airy closed her eyes and smiled as Matthew's fingers combed through her hair, softly tugging at her scalp. It was a relaxing feeling and it made Airy realize how infrequently she had her hair played with. Eve played with her hair from time to time but she couldn't recall anyone else teasing the silky tresses.
"I miss those days too." Never mind that she hadn't been alive during the days that Matthew was talking about.
"I don't know any. I don't think."
Her thoughts were slowly growing more hazy and less focused. Airy could say whatever popped into her head but she was having trouble focusing on any specific thoughts. "That feels good." She hummed softly. Her fingers pushed at the hem of her shirt, showing Matthew the flat of her abdomen. Whatever reservations Airy might have had, they were completely gone now. "I like your hands." They felt warm and sent little jolts of electricity through her that Airy wanted to experience more of.
He would gladly do it anytime he had the chance. The feeling of it being done to him was one he relished and her comfort level was important to maintain. A new high was one meant to be tended carefully and with a loving hand.
Of course, there was no helping the subtle surge of lust that went through him as she lifted her shirt and his fingers found her side, brushing up and over her stomach so he could turn his palm out on her. "I like touching you," he purred softly, hand slowly running up and down the flat plane of her torso, getting further in each direction with each soft stroke that gave way to the barest touch of his fingers.
"Take off your shirt," he encouraged softly. "Give me free reign."
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Something that was made immediately harder by her surprisingly good idea.
"Is that something you would really want?" It was the last thing he'd expected, as it was her only real defense against him if he ever flipped his lid. "I'm sure they can - they're handing out powers like candy it seems, to any who ask.."
One hand left her to find the door-handle, pushing it down to let them into his room.
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"I just don't know if they can. They've given me a new power, a month or so ago, but I've been thinking about this. I don't know if they can change someone to their core. It'd be like turning you human again. If you were looking for an equivalence." It was weird to think about but the more Airy spoke, the more she realized that it was what she wanted. "Or even if I just ask them to make me not poisonous to you... I don't know."
Maybe it was a silly idea....
Airy slipped into Matt's room and took a seat near one of his pillows so she could gather it into her lap and rest her chin on it. Her hair fanned around her while she continued to thoughtfully study the floor. She knew that they were here for relaxing drug purposes but since she had no idea what she was doing she opted for staying out of the way until matt was ready for her.
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"I would love to be able to show you the true depth of pleasure, but I worry about others. If you were going to do this, I say do it, but only for me and my kind. Your defenses are there for a reason and I would hate to see them broken and you get into a spot of trouble later for it.
I don't want you hurt either, you know."
He didn't address the idea of him being human again; the suggestion left him torn and conflicted and he wasn't sure she wanted to see the depths of that. There were better depths to find.
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"We'll see. I won't let you hurt me Matt."
Airy smiled up at him, her long hair falling in graceful waves over her shoulder. "I'm getting stronger. Plus, friends don't let friends hurt friends." She glanced around his room and found it comfortable and pleasant.
"So. Will you walk me through what we're doing? Maybe I can surprise people by knowing what I'm talking about later." She knew how to roll a joint but that was the peak of Airy's drug knowledge.
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Smiling at her collective sentiments, he sat up, leaning on arm across his knee.
"That depends. What would you like to try first? I have opium, one of the oldest drugs.. Hash, which will be more like.. hyper intense marijuana high. Heroin, but I don't think that's right for your first time."
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She's wanted to try it for awhile and she knew that Cassidy would be more of a spaz than Matt when it came to trying something that was naturally addictive. Airy couldn't get addicted to it and it was perfectly fine and she wanted to try it.
"Just tell me what to do." If he was really against it, Airy would back down to Opium but she wanted to see how much Matt was going to let her get away with.
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"As for what to do. I don't wear belts and they lack rubber here, so.." Dramatically, he pulled a dark red ribbon from the drawer, along with a slim, rectangular box.
"Fetch us a candle, would you?"
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"A ribbon?" She asked as she pushed herself to her feet to grab a candle. It wasn't lit but Airy waved her hand over it and used her powers to ignite it.
"Here. What are you doing exactly?"
Airy knew nothing about Heroin except what she picked up from watching the musical Rent.
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"Well, heroin is not smoked or ingested, rather injected. We will heat the powder to a liquid, pull it into a syringe, and put it in your arm. Like giving blood, but in reverse."
Box in hand, ribbon draped over and through his fingers, he gestured her back over to the pillows.
"A little more work, but significantly better an experience."
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"Does it feel hot?"
She wondered if it'd burn her arm at all or maybe she's over thinking it.
"I trust you but I'm curious." Airy leaned forward, resting her chin on a pillow as her legs curled behind her and she watched Matthew work. It was oddly hypnotizing.
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"No. It will cool quickly enough, and keep its liquid form. For a time, some people thought things like that, science, was true magic. I'm glad humans have evolved from that tendency, for the most part."
The box was set down, ribbon draped over his knee as he popped the box and withdrew goods she was likely familiar with.
"Ask all you like." A spoon, a small packet of powder, a new cottonball and a metal syringe.
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"Okay, so you melt it on the spoon, put it in the syringe and then.... what's the cotton ball for?"
Was there rubbing alcohol somewhere and the cotton ball was supposed to help with that?
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"It's what helps allow us to draw it into the syringe. It also catches anything that doesn't liquidize." The process was simple enough, and displayed with a skilled hand, doing just as he'd described. The little mound of powder he dusted in liquefied, coloring around the edges and he used the needle to stir it a bit. As soon as he was satisfied with the quality, the cotton-ball was dropped in and the spoon pulled away from the flame so he could load the syringe. Once all that was done, he set it all down and lifted the ribbon.
"Your arm, madam."
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"What is the ribbon for?" She hadn't realized that the ribbon was for her or she would have been toying with it while Matthew prepared the liquid drug. "It's really pretty."
Maybe it was nerves but she focused on something that Matthew had said when they first met, when the scar around her neck had still been visible.
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He looked at her carefully. "Are you sure about this?"
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She's going to close her eyes...
"And I am sure. I'm also not going to watch because needles don't bug me but they are still unsettling to watch when its your arm." It felt like a natural reaction when something was being visibly injected into you.
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Once she closed her eyes and turned her head, he carefully placed the needle and pushed it into her skin. It was a thin needle and the pinch was minimal. Slowly depressing the plunger, Matt eye'd Airy, watching for any reaction of pain or anything adverse as he emptied it into her arm.
Pulling the needle out, he puts his thumb over the pinprick, setting the needle aside and quickly pulling the knot on the ribbon around her arm.
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This was different.
Matt's hand was cold but strong and comforting. The needle bit lightly at her skin and if asked later, Airy would claim that she hadn't felt it at all. The odd feeling was when the liquid was pushed into her veins. She felt a little light headed but that was psychological and had nothing to do with the drug. Then there was a thin trail of fiery heat that trailed through her arm. The ribbon loosened and she felt the blood and heady sensation return to her head as if it was a wave trailing up the length of her arm.
She looked back at Matthew, at her arm and then at the ribbon. She gently took the red trimming and focused on the silky fabric as she rubbed it between her thumb and forefinger. "What am I supposed to feel?" It had taken a minute or two but not much longer. Airy felt herself relax. It wasn't like she had control over it either but it wasn't alarming. She felt calm and steady. Her skin itched a little but it was easy to ignore as the heady euphoric feeling began to mount.
Bright blue eyes looked up at Matt and she blinked.
"Oh."
That was all she could think to say.
The feelings continued to steadily rise and fall but the drug was working a lot faster than anything she'd ever inhaled.
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'oh' was usually right, and Matthew smirked, drawing his fingers lightly up and down her arm.
"Feeling okay there, cherie?"
It was a bit strange, to be honest, to know that there wasn't going to be anyone chasing after and chastising him for this, especially with her safety in mind. Cassidy would normally be the biggest concern but Matthew hadn't met anyone that came close to his own addiction and Cassidy was damned close. No doubt he'd encourage it, so long as precautions were taken.
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"Yeah. Really yeah."
She smiled at him as his fingers brushed along her shoulder. "Mmmmm, that feels good." Airy closed her eyes and let herself relax, enjoying the full experience of the drug as it slipped through her system. It was slowly consuming her thoughts along with the pleasant euphoric feeling that fluttered like a butterfly inside of her rib cage. "I think I like this." That itchy feeling hadn't gone away but it was easy to ignore.
"The ribbon too. It's very pretty." Airy kept her eyes closed while she spoke. "Can you keep touching me Matt? I don't want it to stop."
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Matt could visibly mark the tension leaving her body and the extra weight she let sink into the pillows next to him, and she could have passed for sleeping if left there long enough. He didn't know what god he needed to thank for her adventurous nature, but someone was owed one.
Of course, when a lady asks a gentleman to touch her, one does as asked. Matthew chuckled and scooted closer, putting an arm around her shoulder.
"Come, get comfortable." There was room enough to lay out in his lap too, if she wanted too, but as soon as she got whatever comfortable was for her, his fingers would take a longer path up and down her arm, mind already tilting towards wondering what all he'll be able to get away with.
"I wish I could take you to a light show, or a planetarium. They're always my favorite to visit when I wasn't finding a party to crash on H."
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Her torso shifted and Airy sprawled across Matt's lap, her hair fanning around his legs in a halo of wavy chestnut brown. The crystal sheen of her blue eyes remained but as time wore and the drug continued to seep into her system, Airy's gaze became unfocused and relaxed.
"That sounds pretty. I'd love to see a planetarium. Even normally. I've always loved stars." Her fingers brush against his side and begin to draw lazy circles against his silky shirt. "My favorite quote is about stars. I read it out of a National Geographic magazine at my dad's shop. I don't remember it exactly but it's something along the lines of; when we contemplate the whole globe as one great dewdrop, striped and dotted with continents and islands, flying through space with other stars all singing and shining together as one, the whole universe appears as an infinite storm of beauty."
Her voice trails off and for a few moments, Airy lets silence fill the small room.
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"That's a beautiful quote. I miss the days where people could recite it on command; the arts been lost somewhere."
He didn't mind silence, but it did invite his hands to wander, the one in her hair settling in a very loose hold on a handful of her lengths as his fingers moved over to start touching the side of her.
"I don't suppose you know any."
Were his fingers traveling down an inch or two, every few strokes? Boldly, he slipped his hand up under the edge of her shirt, dissatisfied with anything that wasn't the velvet heat of her skin.
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"I miss those days too." Never mind that she hadn't been alive during the days that Matthew was talking about.
"I don't know any. I don't think."
Her thoughts were slowly growing more hazy and less focused. Airy could say whatever popped into her head but she was having trouble focusing on any specific thoughts. "That feels good." She hummed softly. Her fingers pushed at the hem of her shirt, showing Matthew the flat of her abdomen. Whatever reservations Airy might have had, they were completely gone now. "I like your hands." They felt warm and sent little jolts of electricity through her that Airy wanted to experience more of.
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Of course, there was no helping the subtle surge of lust that went through him as she lifted her shirt and his fingers found her side, brushing up and over her stomach so he could turn his palm out on her. "I like touching you," he purred softly, hand slowly running up and down the flat plane of her torso, getting further in each direction with each soft stroke that gave way to the barest touch of his fingers.
"Take off your shirt," he encouraged softly. "Give me free reign."
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