[ Her gaze softens at his realization. Not that it has ruined the mood, or that she pitties him. No, she's just sorry all of this has happened to him. That she can't fix it. All the paranormal powers she possesses and none can seem to help him with his struggles.
Combat and fighting the Dark Presence? Yeah, sure. That's what she does as Director. It won't bring back memories or parts of him that he's lost. Being the Director can't undo what the Dark Presence has done--maybe just keep it from getting worse.
« What do I do to really help? Does this help? It feels like it's not enough. There's more I need to do. There should be more I can do. This can't be all of it. » ]
Probably best to start with a little bit of everything then. [ She gives him a small smile regardless of her worries. ] Starting with breakfast though. I'm not going to have a dinner date where you can't eat and enjoy it with me.
[ She laughs a little. ] Why would I need it more?
[ She'd be fine with that wish being granted. With each shift she can feel her own arousal growing and that need to pull off her own tank top for him to do as he wants. She just doesn't want to move too fast. Or, move in a way that would be jarring and make him back out at the last moment. This isn't walking on eggshells, but she does feel it's something delicate. Special.
Despite how that part of her that wants to latch onto that spark in him pushes her to just go.
Her head tilts to the side at the feeling of his fingers against her skin. Almost like a mini explosion that sets off, her body seems to remember how he moves along her. Her hand between them traces over him before his name makes it out of her again, lips moving against his mouth. He could ask her to do anything, move her any way, and she'd do it. ]
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Combat and fighting the Dark Presence? Yeah, sure. That's what she does as Director. It won't bring back memories or parts of him that he's lost. Being the Director can't undo what the Dark Presence has done--maybe just keep it from getting worse.
« What do I do to really help? Does this help? It feels like it's not enough. There's more I need to do. There should be more I can do. This can't be all of it. » ]
Probably best to start with a little bit of everything then. [ She gives him a small smile regardless of her worries. ] Starting with breakfast though. I'm not going to have a dinner date where you can't eat and enjoy it with me.
[ She laughs a little. ] Why would I need it more?
[ She'd be fine with that wish being granted. With each shift she can feel her own arousal growing and that need to pull off her own tank top for him to do as he wants. She just doesn't want to move too fast. Or, move in a way that would be jarring and make him back out at the last moment. This isn't walking on eggshells, but she does feel it's something delicate. Special.
Despite how that part of her that wants to latch onto that spark in him pushes her to just go.
Her head tilts to the side at the feeling of his fingers against her skin. Almost like a mini explosion that sets off, her body seems to remember how he moves along her. Her hand between them traces over him before his name makes it out of her again, lips moving against his mouth. He could ask her to do anything, move her any way, and she'd do it. ]