Allen's analytical mind had left him. He did not see or feel muscle, odd skin texture or limbs. All he could see and feel was Elaine, and every part of her needed to be felt, tickled, groped... Allen closed the distance between them, one hand tracing the length of the tendril about his waist while the other wrapped around Elaine's mid torso.<br/><br/>His chest heaving as his heart beat faster against it, Allen began inching his face closer to Elaine's. ~Yes... as much as you are willing to learn.~ 'til he'd pressed his lips against hers.