His kisses flitting along the skin of her jawline might as well have been a brush of silk. She tilted her chin up to give him more room, her hand coming up once more to lace into his hair. The small pinch of pain at the base of her throat saw her release a whimper, her chest drawing upwards into him. The feeling of him, his fill and the warmth of his body pressing into hers as she surrendered against him was...exquisite. Her mind chanted to her, wanting more and wanting to hold him even closer.

But then he broke away, and Mabel almost gave a wail of despair; where had he gone? In the shadows of the forest, she could see him adjusting — felt him adjusting, and she almost melted once more — leaning back, his gaze on her as if he was hypnotized. Her eyes widened as she stared at him, her mouth partially open in a small 'o' as her brain struggled to regain control. What did he want her to do? In this brief pause, she registered the pounding of her heart against her chest, fluttering quickly and erratically. The world was a daze, spinning vibrantly.

"Dory?" She asked, her voice small; inquisitive. Pinned under his stare she felt the threads of self-consciousness slowly weave themselves back together. What do you want? His voice echoed in her head, reverberating, plucking at that golden thread he'd strung throughout her limbs, reaching depths she hadn't known he could touch. Her answer remained the same. Him. Her voice broke through her trance, though she still felt a dizzying need to feel something more, as if she were reaching for something just beyond her fingertips. "Dory, help me..." She pleaded, reaching out to him. There was no reason she couldn't move towards him, was there?

Slowly Mabel lifted herself again, only this time she was keenly aware of the sensations it stirred in her, and she stiffened as her breath hitched in her throat. Oh... She stared at Dory, bewildered and confused and slowly feeling the strands of her introspection break again as she gave into this new sensation.

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