The Best Feeling

"Clara, as much as I'd love to do this, you really have it all wrong! You don't have to do this." Dyon's voice came out firmly, surprising Clara. It was as though all of his weakness was gone.

"Shut up. If you want to be convinced that I understand so much, I'll tell you. Then, I'll never talk to you again since it's apparently such a burden for you to do this with me."

Before Dyon could refute that, he felt Clara shift again before another pair of fabric was stuffed into his mouth, stopping him from speaking completely. However, what was most glaring to Dyon was the distinct skin to skin contact he felt when Clara sat back down on his lower torso. In fact… He thought that for just a moment, he felt a faint wetness.