Ishamael knelt down in front of her. His voice was quiet and calm as he looked up at her.
"Try to relax. It might feel a bit strange."
Gently, he laid his hand over the mark on her skin. His hand was warm against her cool, wet flesh. It was almost impossible to repress the smile as he touched her.
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Date: 2006-05-30 07:43 pm (UTC)"Try to relax. It might feel a bit strange."
Gently, he laid his hand over the mark on her skin. His hand was warm against her cool, wet flesh. It was almost impossible to repress the smile as he touched her.
"Ready?"