His skin changing was fascinating to her - something that didn't happen often with Aphrodite. Even with the colour change, though, she still enjoyed his skin under her hand.
"Warmth I can do." She wasn't Apollo, so the sort of heat wasn't based on the sun or on an element. The warmth she mustered was the heat of passion - the sort that left lovers damp with sweat. Whether he could tell the difference was left unseen, but Aphrodite's hand warmed again his neck.
"Can you feel other things?" Her eyes searched his face, her eyes lingering on his lips and then to his ear. "Could you feel wetness?"
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Date: 2019-11-05 12:54 pm (UTC)"Warmth I can do." She wasn't Apollo, so the sort of heat wasn't based on the sun or on an element. The warmth she mustered was the heat of passion - the sort that left lovers damp with sweat. Whether he could tell the difference was left unseen, but Aphrodite's hand warmed again his neck.
"Can you feel other things?" Her eyes searched his face, her eyes lingering on his lips and then to his ear. "Could you feel wetness?"