Dr. Dee Pt. 1 - Elizabeth the Golden Age
Her fingers traced delicately over the intricate patterns oh V's neck coverings, flitting over the top of the highest part of his collar and dipping down until she felt the warmth of his skin.
She could feel as his breath halted, his vocal cords tensing as the delicate nerves of his skin felt the sensation of her cold digits tracing the edge of his adams-apple.
"V" she whispered, as her head endeavored to follow the same path that her had had traced only moments before. Her hair fell softly beneath his chin, intoxicating, and yet he did not stir.
"I love you" she whispered, barely audible as a hidden tear fell across her face.