Overload

She reached out to touch him and he moved closer so that they could hug, if she wanted to.

Her hands lightly traced his arms which were covered in thin, soft fabric that gently radiated warmth, alluring with its sense of safety.

She heard a brief, deep sound from a small ceiling-imbedded speaker to her left above, and asked him if he knew where that growl had come from.

His hands carefully grasped her arms, firmly pulling her against the front of him, forcing her to put her hands upon his chest to avoid instant absorption.

His energy flushed from subdued calm into heat of an inferno and strength surged under her hands as if his body was being filled by a lithe being of massive density.

And her hands twitched as her switch flipped to her succumbing to the need for his fire.

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(Too brief dream encounter)