Name: 10<br/>Time: Day 1, Afternoon<br/>Location: Sector 3 Social Zone<br/>Tagging: 5<br/>Notes/Warning: Icebreaker!<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Tenderness was what she discovered from fingertip to wrist. A tingling anticipation to share the fantasy of another woman seemed to guide the small movements of these fingers, and the touches they initiated were enticements for more. Confidence, no jitters. They traveled up her arms, up dynamic arms, when prompted. She reached, expecting the chain to link together like dancers at a chaste school gala. A surge of excitement strong as any quashed hormone tugged at her neighbor's elbows to, come on, bend the rules a little bit, and draw closer. She said nothing. Over the tops of her shoulders, teetering and ready to spill, sun-warmed hair wanting to fall somewhere at the breadth of her hips.<br/><br/>Further permission was given. She drew closer, and invited arms to wrap round her searching body, though it meant betraying her secret. Feathers, luxuriously soft and til now just out of touch, poured over digits primed for the slightest touch. The body attached responded, gripped tight, and close to the throat her breath caught. A thigh arched, intruded coarse between, clutched when a core element of her balance teased out on fingertips.<br/><br/>The way she touched a stranger's face was to populate a dream. The glide across an unfamiliar jaw meant nothing unless she concentrated on picturing it in her mind. She needed to feel the personality in lips, and whether they were smiling and taking pleasure in the honest response of a feather-grope, and how, out of a million similar faces, this one heart smiled. She nudged the blindfold, just light along the hem, to let in a sliver of air and feel the butterfly kisses of lashes against the backs of her fingers. Beautiful.<br/><br/>Just over her own head, huddled too close to kiss, hovered a ring warm and electric with a boundless celestial energy. Her halo hummed, when stroked, like a fine Elvish sword. Not silver, not glass, a solid, unbroken band of holiness which could lead the head beneath on severe invisible strings. Not many could ever know the pleasure of leading her by her halo, but there was something so personal and sexual about it, brimming with surrender, hackles raised but heat trapped between their bodies.<br/>