Marion looks up at him, the tears glittering like crystal in the corners of her eyes. Carefully, she reaches out and touches his hand again. Her figers stroke against the softness of the light fur on his hand and her unguarded expression is one fitted to a much more intimate moment than this.
The noise of the people aroud them brings her back to herself. "I'm sorry. That was... very forward of me. I..." Her throat works as she tries to swallows. "My touch hurts people. Everyone. Except you."
From the expression on her face, she's torn between being terribly embarassed by her own actions and becoming entirely caught up in the sensation of touch.
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Date: 2007-05-25 12:48 am (UTC)The noise of the people aroud them brings her back to herself. "I'm sorry. That was... very forward of me. I..." Her throat works as she tries to swallows. "My touch hurts people. Everyone. Except you."
From the expression on her face, she's torn between being terribly embarassed by her own actions and becoming entirely caught up in the sensation of touch.