Isis & Osiris | Hallways (Classroom off the Hallway)
As Isis reached to move his shirt and stopped Osiris almost laughed. They both knew she wasn't allowed to touch anyone. He could see the conflict on her face and he didn't know what to do to help her. But she made a decision and was suddenly ordering him around. Osiris raised his eyebrow but he knew he couldn't argue with her.
Her gentle fingers moved over his skin and he fought warring feelings within him. The pain won however and he didn't argue as she told him to sit before he fell down. The sounds of fighting was still outside the door but he obeyed as he sank into a chair near him. Leaning forward he stripped off his shirt, revealing the toned muscles from his own training in self defense and the various scars and tattoos. His eyes met her's, following her movements as she moved around the room.
He didn't ask her if she was sure about touching him. He knew Isis well enough to know if she made up her mind no one would deter her.
"Thank you," he said softly as she came to stop in front of him, their eyes meeting.