[ooc: *bows to you, then crumbles in a heap of EMOTION*]
[The press of skin on skin tears a groan out of her, and her hands come alive to touch as much as she can, smoothing over sleek muscle and warm skin, warmer than she expects...something about that pushes at the back of her memory, something she should know...
...why did you do that?...gold glimmering in the low light...
The memory slips away as he touches her, as they come together in a messy, wonderful frenzy of limbs and mouths and hungry, claiming touches until everything comes apart in a blistering flash of heat and pleasure that makes her forget everything but him.
And afterwards, when she's wrapped in his arms and still catching her breath, she regains just enough reason to be afraid.
Because she has no idea what this is...and she knows she can't survive without it.]