Everyone needs this: the feeling of contact with someone else. Not just being touched lewdly. You have to let them touch you - <i>really</i> touch you, not because they're your friend or part of your family, but because it's <i>you</i> they desire. Catapulting yourself across the frontier, seeing so many faces you'll never remember, trudging through the dank and the mud, it's easy to forget how important this closeness is. You don't know what you've lost until it's gone, right?
"Hey... you don't have to hold so tight, hehe."
Are you? Wait, where's -
"Right here!" Roo's saucy voice brushes over the side of your neck.
Fuzzy knuckles caress your jaw from behind - and your [pc.hand] is firmly attached to them. A nauseous feeling passes; you hold Roo's palm close to calm your heart. There's her purring, vibrating through your flesh. "I'm right here, [pc.name]. And you're not going anywhere..." Two fangs nibble at your [pc.ear]. "You're all mine tonight - okay?" Smooth, hefty breasts squish a little tighter; her second arm winds around, clasping to the other's wrist.
In the dark warmth of your blankets, you flutter off to dreamland smothered in thick, impenetrable kaithrit.
