<div align="center">It seemed Eden never tired, working diligently to his neck, rubbing and putting pressure expertly in order to unknot the muscles. It would be a surprise to him to awake and find that there would be no pain anywhere, his back and muscles in perfect order after such a dream. It was a gift, to be able to effect the subject outside of their mind, to use those ties to exert certain energies over them.<br/><br/>She could feel his emotions, like a butterfly trapped in a spider’s web, each fluttering anxiously over her awareness. She could of lost herself within them, wrapped them around her like a cloak and fed upon each delicious one; though she instead remained alert, teasing herself with the very thought. She felt his shiver under her hands, his words spoken into silence.<br/><br/>Even when he was finished, Eden stayed silent for a moment, sitting up upon her knees and giving him room – For what? – To turn over so that she could continue her massage on his front. Waiting until he’d done as she bid, Eden worked from the front of his shoulders, deft fingers continuing their magical work.<br/><br/>“Why do you fight a losing battle? One person cannot fight a war alone.”<br/><br/>Her silk dress was high around her thighs, stretched tight over her hips due to her position. Even seated upon him as she was, she was feather light, her weight like that of a comforting blanket.</div>