Mariska softly gasps as she feels Arioch's firm hand on her neck, in a gesture that to her feels subtly like possession.  The erotic tension she felt in the dream (or the first part of it, if she was still dreaming) is beginning to build up in her again. If Mariska were the sort of person who had greater control over her impulses, she might have pulled away then, and questioned what she was doing kissing a  stranger in such an intimate way.  But she had always had difficulty with impulse control, it had gotten her in trouble more than once, and yet she never seemed to learn.  And Arioch's attentions are particularly hard to resist.<br/><br/>She reaches up with her hands and gently caresses the back of Arioch's neck with feather-light touches, enjoying the feel of his flesh beneath her fingertips.  And then she tilts her head back ever so slightly, leaning into his hand, exposing her creamy white neck to him, as if inviting him to explore her further.