Name: 2<br/>Time: Day 1, Afternoon<br/>Location: Sector 3 Social Zone<br/>Tagging: 7<br/>Notes/Warning: Icebreaker!<br/><hr/><br/>He was an astute one, that much was certain.  He prodded and examined her polymer coated body, closely inspecting the places where there wasn't as much resistance to his pressure.  It tickled, in a way, causing her to release a slight giggle as she felt him poke around at her more sensitive points.  Her motions, even in the confines of her coating, were still fluid and lilting.  At one point she slightly pulled away from him touching where her ribs might have been, if she had any.  The lack of bones not withstanding, he found a point that was almost uncoated.  Rather than flinch away, her body seemed to curl and twist, as if she was used to simply changing her body as opposed to changing position.  If he chose to follow her as she avoided his touch, he'd earn a playful giggle and a light slap on the arm from one of her tendrils.<br/><br/>He decided to unravel a little more and reached for the slimy tendrils, which quivered a little as he touched them.  Easily more sensitive than the rest of her body, he found that with a little pressure he could insert his fingers inside the ooze, causing a slight tingling sensation.  She took this opportunity to also explore his chest, which was rapidly losing clothing, and to press her polymer coated hands to his flesh and trace the outline of his physique.  Very curious.. she was at a disadvantage in guessing who he was.  Inquisitive.. toned.. it might have been that assassin seeming boy she'd seen on the docks, but she couldn't be certain.  It could just as well have been Archer, at this point, although she had yet to feel a jolt of recognition from him, so it was unlikely.<br/><br/>Ah well.  The journey was more fun than the destination, perhaps..<br/><br/><br/>"All right. Now bring your arms around your partner's back. Come closer. Closer. Closer still. When your bodies touch, hold each other. Tightly. Take in how he or she feels against you. Take in the pressure, the sense of connectedness, the very scent. Hugging - it seems so normal, and yet in a way, it brings a kind of intimacy that even sex itself cannot. Hugging, true hugging, is a gesture of caring. When we hug someone, we take that person in from our circle of acquaintances and friends and place him or her in a much more tightly knit class of people. In a true hug, we allow others to feel who we really are, and invite them to take a moment to know the real us. Perhaps there is desire, perhaps not - but there is love. And love is stronger than simple desire and much more precious."<br/><br/>She needed very little prompting at that point.  She moved closer to him, pressing her polymer coated body against him and wrapping her human seeming arms around him.  The body, while the bikini-clad flesh grainy, was full figured and supple, with wide hips and a buoyant chest pressing into his own.  He was probably going to realize, rather easily in fact, that the only part of her body without that coating was the top of her head.  Her 'hair' in other words.  If he chose to reach up to her head, he'd find the polymer coating seemed to continue rather uniformly around her shoulders, neck, and face, but gave way at the top of the cranium, as though it was a shell.  Inside was the source of the slimy tendrils, apparently an amorphous being almost entirely encased within.<br/><br/>As they embraced, her tendrils wrapped around him lovingly, following her humanoid arms and pressing her further into him.  She smelled of watermelon and taffy, sweet but just slightly musky.  His shirt was probably reduced to practically nothing, but she was being considerate enough at this point not to screw with his boxers.  Or, more accurately, she was teasing herself a little.  She did enjoy feeling the muscles in his back, tracing his shoulder blades with her tendrils as her polymer-coated hands moved up his neck and played with his hair.<br/><br/>"Now bring your hands upwards. First run your hands through the hair. Then move slowly forwards. Feel the ears, the warmth of the cheeks, the bridge of the nose. Move up and remove the blindfolds. It should be obvious you don't need them any more. Take stock of the whole face. Brows, eyes, chin. See if you can figure out what he or she looks like without even seeing. Of course they say the eyes are the key to the soul, but in this case, the whole face can serve as an effective substitute."<br/><br/>Intriguing, she thought.  Her tendrils began to form delicate appendages that reached outward to study him.  Small, half-formed arms that began to explore his nose, his chin, his ears.  Meanwhile, her polymer hands played at the back of his head, gracing over the curve of his shoulders and neck.  His blindfold started to disintegrate as she explored him, eventually falling away.  Her own blindfold was almost superficial: she wouldn't be able to see again until she restored nutrient flow to her eyes.  Still, she was enjoying this greatly.  She loved his muscled, his hair.. his lips.. She really seemed to adore his lips most of all.  In fact, that ooze inside the shell pooled into a face which leaned forward from her hair.  Full lips pressed against his own, from a gelatinous face that bubbled against his own in excitement.