Arms wrapped about each other at night as Jewell helped Skyler as she had promised. Seeing him injured had upset her, was still upsetting. He had refused her offer to heal him and she retracted it knowing he would be better off with someone more experienced with bullet wounds. They were not her specialty and she cringed just looking at them, knowing what mayhem they caused within the body. Yet, she was reluctant not to do anything to aid him, so the offer for energy had come up. He had lost a lot of blood, so much so that he should not have been out of his bed that night and at her side at the Inn.
She chided him regarding that until they left together, returning to bed eagerly as they always did. Yet, it wasn?t lover?s passion that awaited them there, just a sweet embrace. She would guide him off to sleep, rest, healing with gentle strokes of his hair and arms curled about his body.
He had been enticed by the idea of receiving her energy, that vital force that kept her alive and the intimacy of the act involved. She would readily admit that it was intimate for her in a way as she was giving a part of herself to another, filling them with herself to a degree. He would have to reveal to her if it was as he imagined, for she was only aware of her own feelings in the experience and not others?.
She settled her hands on his chest and back, touching his skin for the most immediate contact. She whispered sweet things in his ear-sometimes in Common and at others in Evlish or that bird-like language that Faeries will speak to each other in-as she began to feed that energy into him, so slowly that only the tips of her fingers were lit by a familiar blue glow.
And what would he feel? The touch of her fingers on his body, burning with energy and that energy entering his body: warm yet cool and soothing as water. Strength renewed as she worked at replenishing what was lost. Her presence surrounding him, much like her arms, pervading him and flooding his senses. She was everywhere.
She chided him regarding that until they left together, returning to bed eagerly as they always did. Yet, it wasn?t lover?s passion that awaited them there, just a sweet embrace. She would guide him off to sleep, rest, healing with gentle strokes of his hair and arms curled about his body.
He had been enticed by the idea of receiving her energy, that vital force that kept her alive and the intimacy of the act involved. She would readily admit that it was intimate for her in a way as she was giving a part of herself to another, filling them with herself to a degree. He would have to reveal to her if it was as he imagined, for she was only aware of her own feelings in the experience and not others?.
She settled her hands on his chest and back, touching his skin for the most immediate contact. She whispered sweet things in his ear-sometimes in Common and at others in Evlish or that bird-like language that Faeries will speak to each other in-as she began to feed that energy into him, so slowly that only the tips of her fingers were lit by a familiar blue glow.
And what would he feel? The touch of her fingers on his body, burning with energy and that energy entering his body: warm yet cool and soothing as water. Strength renewed as she worked at replenishing what was lost. Her presence surrounding him, much like her arms, pervading him and flooding his senses. She was everywhere.