That's what she asked and the result she gets, in spades. Senses overlap, slowly, like the ripples produced when a stone is skipped across a lake: the first point of impact, and the others that follow, producing stronger results the farther away they reach.
Five fingers thread through dark hair, five fingers curl against the nape of Clark's neck, his mouth and tongue sweeping Eirene headlong towards the event horizon.
And the heat flares, consuming common sense in it's path.
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That's what she asked and the result she gets, in spades. Senses overlap, slowly, like the ripples produced when a stone is skipped across a lake: the first point of impact, and the others that follow, producing stronger results the farther away they reach.
Five fingers thread through dark hair, five fingers curl against the nape of Clark's neck, his mouth and tongue sweeping Eirene headlong towards the event horizon.
And the heat flares, consuming common sense in it's path.