There's no need to worry. Their arms surround each other.
He takes in a breath– one, two– and swallows her scent: like water, like herself.
"See?" she murmurs, releasing him slowly with a smile. "Now we can remember what the other feels like...if there's ever-"
He hushes her; draws her body back with his. He doesn't want to let her go– not yet– not with so much going to happen.
Quietly, he takes her hand. "If there's ever..." He gulps, trying to sound like a man in love rather than the little boy he felt resembled him inside. Things had changed. Things were changing. "There will never be- I can-"
"Just hold my hand," she instructs softly, her eyes closing. "Relax...and just hold my hand. Then tell me what you think."
Puzzled now, he–in such exaggerated form she cannot help but giggle– puts to rest all his nerves; his whole body beside her puslsing on the cloth mat. One hand still holds her...very close, and yet: the other...the other...
Warmth.
Flesh.
Dryness?
Heat...
That heat...that warmth! Despite the element of her bending; that warm hand let flow its tenderness into his blood, let flow a love so strong he held her closer–struggling.
Slightly breathless, he moved his thumb across the back of her hand...than her nails; which felt moist and cool beneath his feel. The space between her fingers was slightly dry...and her hand was a tad smaller than his now...
Unexpectedly, she drew their fingers, intertwining them, connecting them new.
"So..."
"I'll be able to recall." He gave her a handsome smile; one that made her blush and glance down shyly. "I swear to you..."
...I could feel your love for me... sail up and down into my body... through your hand...
"Mm..?"
I felt your heart.