<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=112961.msg4958688#msg4958688">Quote from: vin26m on 21-07-2011, 22:01:29</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Logan (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=112944.msg4914738#msg4914738) chats with Hanuka</strong><br/><br/>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/01/Teen_Logan_small.JPG)<br/>He turned to Hanuka.  "As for you...  I've had other dudes back me up, but I've never had a babe help me out in a fight.  Thanks for that."  He reached out and touched her hand.  <br/><br/>"Means a lot... Hanuka-<strong><em>chan</em></strong>."  He said it like he was well aware of the meaning behind it, the acknowledgement of attraction.  <br/><br/>"You have nice moves.  Being able to handle yourself in a crowd, you must practice <em>randori</em>."  He referred to the aikido exercises of facing multiple opponents, a requirement for high level practitioners.  <br/><br/>He held her fingers firmly, bringing his other hand up so those fingers were on top of the back of her hand.  He caressed her gently from her knuckles to her wrist.  His eyebrow raised quizzically at the texture.  He saw a perfectly smooth, feminine hand, but that's not what he felt.<br/><br/>"Are you... like me?" he asked.  "Are you... different too?"<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Hanuka relaxed considerably as the rumble was ended.  She flushed with pride and just a little pleasure at Logan's praise as he touched her hand before she could step back, then froze as he touched her.  She went pale and cold.  In spite of it, goose bumps shot through her body at his touch.<br/><br/>He must feel the light static tingle that was a consquence of the image inducer, but she knew how easy that was to tune out.  Her finger's were a full inch longer than they looked--which was nothing on her toes.  Though they were just as deft as they appeared, he would be feeling the satiny texture.<br/><br/>It was when he asked if she were difrent, as he was, when she looked up into his eyes, color returning to her cheeks which reddened further from there.  The image inducer was nowhere near as protective of the sensitivity of a lonely virgin as her fur was.  Nervously, eyes shining, she took his hand between hers, then, brought it ever so lightly to touch her her wrist and slid his fingertips down an inch.  The velvety down was a centimeter long there, fine and soft, and if anything more sensitive than normal skin.<br/><br/>"Logan-kun," she whispered, "It meant a lot to me...  All of it."  She blushed, then spun away as if to flee.