Jim softly nibbled at the pale flesh of her throat. She murmured a soft 'mm' at his ministrations, knowing well that if he continued at that spot, there would be an obvious mark.
"Jim?"
She shuddered as he whispered, "Yes, my dear?" across her skin.
"What are we doing?"
He lifted his head, his dark brown eyes boring into her bright green ones. She was one of the few who could stare straight into his eyes and not feel the slightest bit intimidated. "I thought it was obvious what we were doing."
She smirked. "That, I got. But really, what is this... this thing we have?"
"That's exactly it. We aren't supposed to know. We're just supposed to feel."
