A/N: Beware - this is M rated! I mean it. Reviewers, please be gentle on me, this is my first attempt at anything above about a K+.. Enjoy. :)
Touch
The space under the sheets was stifling, two bodies pressed close, slipping and sliding across each other's sweat covered skin. The bed rocked with each rhythmic thrust, and in the steam of their passion, it was impossible to determine where one lover ended and the other began.
But even in the midst of their ardour, he knew something wasn't right.
Cries of pleasure from the woman intensified, as in his sudden, sick desperation he drove at her harder, deeper. She let out short, gasping breaths, his name a whispered blessing on her lips, but all he felt was sinking dread as slowly, at the height of their rapture, he realised what was wrong.
She was there; he could see her, hear her, but the effects of the curse were finally becoming clear.
He could touch, but he could not feel.