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Its a game. Two steps then he can put his hand on her back for three. Then sixteen until he can grab her hand for four. Its a dangerous game of timing, one that he's practiced each time he's walked this path on his own. And one that gets him teased until his face hurts from blushing.
He doesn't remember what polite is. He's never imagined adequately what two girls could really do to each other. His naive brain just failed to remember to circulate blood to all his extremities, it was so absorbed by the gentle touches of four slender hands and two flexing tongues. And its all he can do to wet his eyes with the fastest blink…
Every other time he'd blacked out, he'd been under a spell, completely unable to recall. This time, it was like he was watching someone else, like his landscape, like he'd actually brought Marcus into the room and unleashed him. And for the first time, he was thankful for it.
If she admitted she was nervous, he'd freeze faster than jello out of a mold. If she gave voice to her rising fear, the panic that beat her heart like the pistons in an engine, he'd stop like he hit a brick wall. But she needs to face it, needs to push into it, even if he gets upset and angry each time she fails. She needs to use him, just this once, not that he seems to understand. So she presses herself against him, encourages him with kisses and hands, each gesture helping him closer to her triggers and her closer to tears. But this is how she was trained to conquer fear.