She found him again in story-write, strong in mind and risen sign-expression as they remained, still, in openness and naked show in heat of the two-heart fires.
She stared on his sign.
“Cabin fever…” he spoke in admission and humorous dismissal.
She laughed in confide, empathy and understanding.
“I get it…” she spoke, still in gaze on his sign and restless in own soul-spirit.
She wanted it to pass, help it ease and go.
Coy, playful, gentle and encouraging, she held him by the sign and spoke, “You know I’m here to help. You know I get it too…”
She kissed him light of gentle becoming stronger deep. Unreleasing to his sign, play flicker of tongue, she elicited soft pleasure sound as she held to his strengthening heartbeat.