Said to follow any dream
Be a puppet on a string
Be a puppet on a string
As Maea tapped the back of Amun's hand, he rocked forward. Shivering from the heady cocktail that was half pleasure, half lingering shock, and half relief (he was vaguely aware that was three halves and even more aware he didn't care), he kept his wrist pressed to her. However, he free hand slid from her cheek, along her neck, before finally gripping her hand.
Giving her a squeeze, he moaned out what few words he could manage. "That's it, Maea, thank the Voice, come back to me." It was a babble of mostly incoherent words, but he kept his gaze squarely trained on her, trying to capture her eyes with his own.
Giving her a squeeze, he moaned out what few words he could manage. "That's it, Maea, thank the Voice, come back to me." It was a babble of mostly incoherent words, but he kept his gaze squarely trained on her, trying to capture her eyes with his own.
Works for you but that isn't me
Amun
