Tae'loren's lips remained latched to Elariel's, squeezing, suckling, maintaining that gateway for their tongues to pass between. His eyes remained closed, allowing his fingers to reconstruct Elariel in his mind. Starting at her hip they moved inward a few inches, tracing along her smooth robes toward her abdomen, lean, much like his. Circling back they returned to her hip, a smile briefly forming on his lips as he felt them buck against his touch. His fingers moved upward, along her side and to her upper arm, where he finally felt some bare skin. Her skin didn't feel like skin, it felt too smooth and soft. The hunter realized just how much care she put into her body, even with all of the chaos around them. His fingers lingered on her arm, tracing small circles and figure-eights before moving lower. Moving along her forearm he felt something other than flesh: her hairs. They weren't anything like his, which were obvious to the eye and easily detectable. Hers were barely there, almost like feeling air blow against his finger tips. This new sensation excited the hunter, his body trembling and a soft growl rumbling in his throat.<br/><br/>Even after being made aware of the silken hairs on her arm, they were still a challenge to detect, Tae'loren using all of his fingers on one hand to slide along her flesh, to feel the ends tickle his finger tips. His hand finally met with hers and their fingers immediately entwined, much like their tongues. At first they locked firmly, two lovers long lost, but after a few moments they relaxed and he began to use his fingers to caress Elariel's, slowly sliding his fingers up and down in a circular motion between her fingers, and in the same motion using his rough palm to rub against her contrasting smooth palm. The hunter was amazed how Elariel had kept even her hands from becoming calloused or weathered from all they had endured. He hoped he'd remember to ask her later.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>