Name: 11<br/>Time: Day 1, Afternoon<br/>Location: Sector 3 Social Zone<br/>Tagging: 4<br/>Notes/Warning: Icebreaker!<br/><hr/><br/>She tried to surpass a giggle as his fingers crept along and found her ticklish spot. Sending a soft shiver through her entire body she had little hope of achieving the same with her height. His hardened fingers finding the soft cold skin and tracing it. She could feel him drawing closer. Her instincts told her to run. To not touch this human that things could go bad but she stayed her ground. His movement providing the chance to slowly caress his face feeling for subtle indications of what she was dealing with. Her brain told her warrior or mechanic. Her senses told her troubled warrior. She went with her gut instinct that he was someone used to fighting. There was a thrill in being in the hands of a hunter. Of someone used to taking life.<br/><br/>When the recorded voice spoke again she had already moved forward, coming up off the ground to press herself into her partner and into a hug. Trusting that he would be strong enough to support her weight. Her slim arms wrapped around his shoulders and held herself there. This close she couldn’t not smell his scent. She sniffed at the hair line where her nose was. Her long hair floating around her as it responded to gravity before falling onto her back. She ran her fingers through the hair, feeling it’s texture and it’s curl. Trying to picture a face to a person she’d never met before. Her fingers hooked under the blindfold and lingered there. Tentatively she pressed her lips against his. Letting him decide if he wanted to kiss. Her hand worked diligently at the knot.<br/><br/>Her eyes closed behind the sash she didn’t want to break the mystique just yet of her new partner. There were so many interesting things that were happening here and she didn’t want them to stop. Sadly the time and place for such activities always intruded into the modern world.