He closed his eyes for a moment, focusing, keeping the image of her in his mind, which he left open to her. She saw herself as he saw her, beautiful, there, waiting. The room warmed slightly as he opened her eyes, and in his mind he saw himself kneeling in front of her. he unbuckled the boot, took the zipper down slowly, the teeth opening with that familiar sound. The leather was peeled back by his hands, the boot slowly working free. His hands moved along the back of her leg, rubbing her through the tight denim of the jeans. All this occurring in her mind, his mind, his vision being shared with her. He lifted at her leg, gently, about to slip the boot off.<br/><br/>As he thought this, created this vision, the boot cam undone. Invisible hands slowly manipulated reality just as his mind created the vision. The invisible hands had his grip, his touch, his same tenderness as if he were physically performing the act. But he wasn't. he was leaning against the counter, His will creating the vision to become real. He lifted Tegan's leg just slightly with the phantom hands, looking to her.<br/><em><br/>Can I continue Tegan?</em>