the blood - stained moon.

it is to say , that he stepped from his ship , and she had known him instantly ---- intimately . she had seen him that very instant , from the corner of her eyes , as the conversation trailed from her lips like the cast of leaves caught in a torrent's wind . the fall of his step was a dull echo , dread and catastrophe wrought in the hollows and shadows of his bowed head , and her heart had ached from that moment on . the soft core of her torn to pieces at the weight of his sorrow , as if he were his own atlas ---- the weight of a universe set against the bend of his shoulders . and as his darkness had lashed out towards her , the lick of a dark flame , her lips had parted to take him into her heart / and at the same moment , fingers had closed around her wrist , and the cry of her name had echoed down through the mouths of many , calling her away ---- drawing her to war's side . ever - faithful , ever dutiful , the priestess and the sacrifice intertwined . and it would be no lie , to say that turning away from him in that moment had torn free a part of her soul / had ripped away a piece of her heart and left it there against the wet wood . no , she had wanted to plead ---- to turn her head and send the shockwave reverberating back through those many mouths , no , you don't understand , i have to meet him , he is my destiny .

but she had turned , even though it felt such a particular , and peculiar pain trembling in her body . the weight of her servitude was too heavy a burden to put down , her sacrifice was set ---- her throat was bared , the knife was already against her skin , you see , she could not turn shame war , less she wanted her blood to stain the earth beneath his feet . instead , she had pressed the warmth of her palm against the people who surrounded her , and her plea had fled to them with all the sanctity of prayer : be kind to him , give him whatever he needs , do not let the pain that haunts him consume his heart ---- let him survive , just a moment longer , just until i can reach him

and since that moment he had haunted her , his every move ---- every beat of his heart , every breath of his lungs , she felt course through her like rivers . she need not know his name , need not know what lay in his past , what plagued his nightmares , she only needed the breath of his life ---- the reassurance that he walked on this earth , that each morning he opened his eyes to the same dawn , and that each night he laid beneath the same moon . and perhaps , some dark and secret part of her , wished that he dreamed of her too . but it was enough , just to have his presence ; to know he walked the same paths , greeted the same faces , breathed the same air . to know he was so close , that her eyes could find his stead - fast shape bent over his work table , that she could hear the faint lull of his voice , and catch the rumble of his laughter floating through the air like the lullabies her mother had pressed into her skin as a child . he is here , he is alive , to know that is enough ---- to see him is enough , to know his name , to breath his air , to speak to him , to touch him , to know him , it will never be enough .

she wasn't sure what had turned her down that path that day , what strangeness had guided her to pause ---- to hesitate on the route she walked so dutifully each morning , and to instead set her feet to the near frantic rhythm that hammered in her heart . the unknown coursing through her / fate , wrapped around her wrists , guiding her by crimson thread , slowly pulling her closer and closer and closer ---- and then he was there . and he bled in the same way that the lamb had , and his blood was the ghost of her own slit palm , spilled over the fires of worship and sanctity , and instantly she had understood : i have been led my whole life , to this one moment .

and she needed no destiny to spur her forward , to send her tumbling headfirst into the warmth of his presence ---- to allow herself the pleasure of falling against whatever his soul was made of , and knowing that he would always catch her . and then his breath warmed her skin , and his voice flooded her ears , and her magic poured into him / golden and bright , and nothing in the world had felt so right in that moment as this one thing , that was him .

" you . . . " her breath shivers in her throat , and for a moment she is unsteady ---- knocked off balance by the weight of this moment she had craved , this fantasy she had crafted a thousand different ways in the sacred and secret darkness of nighttime , letting only the moon and stars hear the whisper of desire that coiled inside her like a serpent . a smile touches the corners of her mouths , and her gaze drops ; and suddenly she is shy , hesitant , almost giddy in the delight that warms her hidden features " you should be more careful " her breath leaves in a rush , her shoulders relaxing , her face turned back up towards him ---- divine , and awash with the light of the sun " next time i may not be around to heal you so quickly "

carefully , dutifully , she studies the lines and contours of his face ---- commits to memory the cool light of his umber eyes , the pull of joy that carves his lips into a smile , the way he seems to mirror her , and the flame that courses through her blood at such a realization ( but you cannot have this , you cannot let yourself have him ---- you are a collared and controlled creature , something prized and already won , and it would be cruel to wash away your sins in his presence , in his light ) " it is nothing , you may always come to me ---- any ailment , any injury , it . . . i would never mind "

he smiles , and bites his tongue against saying that he would risk it , spilling his blood , sacrificing a precious sliver of his life , for the possibility of spending another moment with her. instead , he commits himself to mastering the curves and angles of her face , the smile that unravels across her perfect mouth , the way her tongue molds to each word , warding away the sensation that begins to well in his chest , the dread that wishes to bloom in the pit of his stomach ---- the realization that perhaps it would not be enough. that already , at the prospect that he will soon be alone , cleaved from her side , he yearns for her. and he did not know which was more painful ; knowing what it was like to touched by her , seen by her , or having nothing but a fantasy that dulled in comparison to what was real , what was in front of him now.

but it did not matter. no ---- because seeing her now , marc knows that he would suffer anything , any fate , any pain , if it meant knowing her , no matter how much or how little , in whatever way she would let him. just as he knew that he belonged to her , in whatever way she would have him. even if she would not have him at all.

he is prepared to take the first wound of being severed from her , of watching the distance grow between them , of feeling the air turn cold without her body to warm it , of the silence to settle where her voice once rang smooth and clear. but there is something that doesn't allow him to move , that roots his heels to the earth beneath them , that whispers to him just a little longer. one moment longer. so he waits for what's to come , feels the touch that drifts in tandem with his fingers , that lingers on his palm as if it knows what he truly desires , as if answering some quiet , unspoken prayer willed out to any god that might listen. his own chorus of please , please , let me have you for another second , let me see you , let me know you , let us be how we were meant to be. and the next sound from her lips is the voice of the divine , giving life to his silent plea. to spend her time as she wished. did she wish to spend it , then , with him ?

so perhaps she is shocked , or perhaps she truly isn't , as she stands frozen ---- rooted to the earth , watching the steady drip of blood from a carved palm . the crimson rushed from him in rivers , as though he had offered himself for sacrifice , and the dulled gold of her gaze was fixed on that one thing ; that spill of life , that warm life - blood that wept from him , the coil of his muscles that wrote out agony before her eyes . and the steady , almost harrowing realization that she could help him

in reality , she wasn't sure how long she had stood there , fixated . the roots of her body digging deep into the soft dirt beneath her feet , keeping her there ( as if the universe said : here , witness your fate as it is unveiled to you . watch the unfolding of destiny , stay here and witness your life's path spread out before you with each drop of red against the grass ) her heart hammers in her chest , fear squeezing her heart as she stares wide - eyed ---- an animal caught in a hunter's gaze . she sways , like the trees above her , and that small movement is all she needs for her body to tumble forward

so long spent in yearning glances / so much time spent getting to know him through glimpses and whispers , through the air carrying the soft tremble of his voice to his ears . so long spent wanting only to say hello , to feel the warmth of his gaze upon her skin , so long spent bargaining that a simple meeting and she would be done ---- she would want for nothing else , she would crave nothing except that he knew she existed somewhere in this world . but in this moment , she knows all of that bargaining is a lie . all of those promises and prayers were unfounded , false hymnals poured like soured wine from her lips . hello would not be enough , nothing would ever be enough

❝ here ❞ her voice is soft as a summer's breeze ❝ let me help you ❞ it comes in a rush from her lungs , and she does not stop to allow herself even a moment of thought ---- a moment of hesitation , as her hands clasp around his wrist / her palms warm , like a fire burning from within , a dim glow pouring from between the cracks of her fingers . and she watches , with a marvelous smile , as the wound knits itself together beneath the swell of her power , her magic ---- given to him , freely , and without the fear it so often came with . her gaze lifts to his , and the brilliance of her does not falter for a single moment as she looks up at him . breath caught in her throat , doe - eyed and warm , she holds his skin as reverent as a prayer , and whispers ❝ better ? ❞

when he came to saesumal , it was not what he expected. it was beautiful , lush and vibrant and busy. a port city that had seen hundreds of faces , all from different walks of life. and it hadn't even flinched when he stepped off of the ship , his heart in pieces , his mind violent and restless , his body worn from the ceaseless travel that took him far from his broken home , his hateful mother. it hadn't flinched when it's people welcomed him as one of their own , and it was the first shred of true warmth he had felt since before the loss of his brother. the first seed of hope that he could make a new home , that he could have a content life. a seed that he realized never truly sprouted until he found her.

akakios. he had practiced her name until it was as easy and effortless as breathing so that when the day came , he wouldn't stumble over a single syllable. he still held onto his hope , even if it seemed foolish to pine over war's hallowed priestess , to blind himself to the crimson robes draped over her body like a warning sign and focus only on the bright curve of her lips , the crinkle of her nose and the faint sound of her laughter as it carried over the noise of the market. to attempt to seem casual when he questioned his patrons about her , trying not to let his smile grow too wide when they would grin at him knowingly , happily offering their stories of her. when they urged him to find out more for himself. but he would only smile back at them. perhaps in another life. one where he might have been worthy of her time , something more than a broken , lovesick map - maker ---- but it hadn't kept him from those small moments where nothing else existed , where he would glance away from his coal and parchment and there would only be her and the quiet yearning that seized his chest. the hope that she would only turn a few more inches , that he could know how it felt to be seen by her , known by her for even a second and it would be enough. it would be enough.

that day hadn't been much different than the rest. he rose early enough to meet the neighboring fisherman , who in his reluctance to retire had accepted marc's help in unloading the heavy traps from his cart in exchange for stories of the different ports he'd traveled to. it was routine , known well and usually without complication. marc was unloading the last of the thick - wired cages when he'd noticed that two were caught on each other. it took two pulls for one of the wires to snap , curling and lashing across his palm. a curse fell from his lips , rushed out in a wincing breath as he turned towards the sun to examine the damage done , watching the blood spill in thick droplets onto the grass. and he's just about to turn away , to call for help , when he hears the gentle chime of a voice drawing his attention , not having to so much as lift his head to know who it belonged to.

in that moment , it seems as though everything around him stills ---- the soft drone of the sea's crashing waves , the ocean breeze whistling through the air , the cacophony of voices carrying over from the rest of the markets , the breath in his lungs , the beat of his heart ---- as akakios clasps her warm fingers around his wrist. he doesn't know what to say , what to do as his gaze falls to her , the shock of her presence still setting in , rendering him speechless as his eyes roam a face that he'd spent so long stealing glimpses of. the pain of his wound is forgotten , or perhaps numbed by the magic he sees illuminating the contours of her face , though neither seem as important as the realization that her golden skin was littered with a smattering of freckles , that she had a scar carved in a small line over the curve of her chin , that her eyes were a soft honey shade and that she smelled sweet , like honeysuckle and sea-breeze. and her smile ---- the turn of her lips that he'd traced over a thousand times in his mind was without question the loveliest thing he had ever seen , putting to shame all of the marvelous views he had witnessed and brought to life on the canvas of his maps. his heart flutters in his chest , his own lips lifting mindlessly as he allows himself to take her in just as he had the peaks of each mountain , the winding curves of each stream , committing every detail to memory so that at least when it ended , when she had to leave him , he would still have that. and it would be enough.

and then her head lifts , and he could have started at it , but his breath catches in his lungs as her eyes raise to meet his , and he is overcome by a sudden flood of warmth that spills over him , a light that blooms in his chest like the opening of a wound but so much sweeter , so pure and bright that he cannot help the laugh that falls from his mouth , breathless and soft as he looks at her , as she looks at him. her voice comes again , a sweet lilt spilt like honey from her lips , and he has to stop himself from simply watching in awe.

marc gives her a small nod , his eyes gentle and the lift of his lips still present as he speaks. " yes. " there's a moment of hesitation to break her eye contact , to lose the very thing he'd hoped for in silence day after day , before he finally looks down to his palm still held in her hands , tracing over the faint line left where his flesh had been split. where her magic had mended him. his smile grows , his smiling eyes soft and sincere as they rise again to meet her own again. " thank you ---- akakios. " and he doesn't stumble , doesn't stall , her name spoken clearly , gentle and sweet on his tongue as he offers it to her like a holy sacrament , speaks it like a sacred prayer. marc could have stayed there for a lifetime , looking into her eyes , feeling the warmth of her proximity thrumming gently beneath his skin.

→     𝐈 .    GENERAL

❛   hush .   raise  a  finger  in  a  gesture  to  silence  my  muse . ❛   sit .   gesture  for  my  muse  to  sit  down . ❛   door .   hold  a  door  open  for  my  muse . ❛   tap .   tap  my  muse  on  the  shoulder  to  garner  their  attention . ❛   hunger .   give  my  muse  something  to  eat  /  drink . ❛   cook .   present  my  muse  with  home - cooked  food . ❛   brush .   work  a  brush  /  comb  through  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   read .   silently  read  a  book  alongside  my  muse . ❛   hand .   hold  out  a  hand  for  my  muse  to  take . ❛   dressed .   help  my  muse  put  on  an  article  of  clothing . ❛   note .   give  my  muse  a  note  saying :   [ content ] . ❛   amplify .   turn  up  the  music  in  the  car .

→     𝐈𝐈 .    ANGST

❛   patch .   help  my  muse  patch  up  a  wound . ❛   night terrors .   hold  my  muse  after  they  wake  up  from  a  nightmare . ❛   company .   silently  sit  with  my  muse  to  comfort  them. ❛   hospital .   my  muse  is  told  that  yours  is  in  the  hospital . ❛   revelation .   show  my  muse  evidence  of  a  lie  they  told . ❛   indulge .   find  my  muse  drinking  to  cope . ❛   downfall .   find  my  muse  collapsed  on  the  ground . ❛   console .   comfort  my  muse  as  they  cry . ❛   nurse .   give  my  muse  company  in  the  hospital .

→     𝐈𝐈𝐈 .    AFFECTIONATE

❛   wink .   wink  at  my  muse .  ❛   wrap .   wrap  an  arm  around  my  muse’s  [ shoulders  /  waist ] . ❛   caress .   gently  caress  my  muse’s  face . ❛   tousle .   mess  playfully  with  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   chest .   place  your  head  on  my  muse’s  chest .    ❛   comb .   comb  fingers  through  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   grasp .   run  to  my  muse  &  jump  into  their  arms . ❛   lean .   lean  on  my  muse’s  shoulder . ❛   tender .   kiss  my  muse  on  the  [ forehead  /  cheek  /  nose ] . ❛   abrupt .   kiss  my  muse  out  of  the  blue . ❛   chaste .   chastely  kiss  my  muse . ❛   good morning .   kiss  my  muse  the  morning  after . ❛   volumes .   gaze  at  my  muse  in  a  way  that  silently  says  ‘i love you’ .

→     𝐈𝐕  .    VIOLENT

❛   strike .   [ slap / punch ]  my muse in the face . ❛   gun .   wield  a  gun  at  my  muse . ❛   twist .   twist  my  muse’s  arm  behind  their  back . ❛   throttle .   aggressively  wrap  your  hands  around  my  muse’s  throat . ❛   parch .   burn  my  muse  with  a  hot  object . ❛   take down .   forcefully  bring  my  muse  to  the  ground . ❛   gouge .   wield  a  sharp  object  at  my  muse . ❛  shunt .   shove  my  muse  backwards . ❛  stickup .   yell  at  my  muse  to  put  their  hands  in  the  air. ❛  shoot .   [ fatally  /  non-fatally ]   shoot  my  muse . ❛  stab .   stab  my  muse with a  [ knife / other object ].

→     𝐕 .    NSFW

personally ,   i’m  tired  of  the  secondhand  embarrassment.   so  here’s  a  random  assortment  of  nsfw  actions  and  dialogue  prompts  that  don’t  feel  too  over  the  top.   (  don’t  forget  to  add  [ reverse ]  if  you’d  like  to  see  the  receiver  perform  the  action.  )

actions.

[ PULL ]:  sender  pulls  receivers  hair.

[ HICKEY ]:  sender  gives  receiver  a  hickey.

[ TRAIL ]:  sender  leaves  a  trail  of  kisses  down  receivers  stomach.

[ HIPS ]:  sender  pulls  receiver  in  closer  by  the  hips.

[ KNEES ]:  sender  lowers  themselves  to  their  knees.

[ STRIPTEASE ]:  sender  teasingly  strips  their  clothes.

[ STRIP ]:  sender  undresses  receiver.

[ GRIND ]:  sender  grinds  on  receivers  thigh.

[ ORAL ]:  sender  goes  down  on  receiver.

[ PASSENGER ]:  sender  touches  receiver  while  sender  is  driving.

[ DRIVER ]:  sender  goes  down  on  /  touches  receiver  while  receiver  is  driving.

[ OVERSTIMULATED ]:  sender  repeatedly  making  receiver  orgasm.

[ PUBLIC ]:  sender  and  receiver  have  sex  somewhere  public.

[ CAR ]:  sender  and  receiver  have  sex  in  a  car.

[ CONTROL ]:  sender  is  riding  receiver  and  receiver  takes  control  by  guiding  their  hips.

[ SHY ]:  sender  covers  their  face  and  receiver  moves  their  hands  away.

[ EYES ]:  sender  makes  receiver  look  them  in  the  eyes.

[ BEG ]:  sender  begs  receiver  to  touch  /  fuck  them.

[ MORNING ]:  sender  wakes  receiver  up  with  sex.

[ STRADDLE ]:  sender  sits  in  receivers  lap  to  tease  them.

[ CAMERA ]:  sender  records  receiver.

[ RECORD ]:  sender  is  recorded  by  receiver.

[ MOUTH ]:  sender  puts  their  fingers  into  receivers  mouth.

[ LOVE ]:  sender  tells  receiver  they  love  them  during.

[ PUSH ]:  sender  pushes  receiver  onto  bed.

dialogue.

“ you  look  so  pretty  like  this.  “

“ i  want  to  spend  all  night  learning  every  sound  you  make. “

“ let  me  take  care  of  you. “

“ i’m  not  wearing  any  underwear  right  now. “

“ you’re  really  good  at  that. “

“ god,  you’re  so  wet  /  hard  …. “

“ i  think  about  you  when  i  touch  myself. “

“ tell  me  what  you  want. “

“ please  touch  /  fuck  me. “

“ i  love  teasing  you. “

“ touch  yourself  for  me. “

“ i  get  so  wet  /  hard  around  you. “

“ get  on  your  knees. “

“ you’re  such  a  tease. “

“ tell  me  you’re  mine. “

“ i’m  yours. “

“ i  want  you  to  cum  for  me. “

“ i  want  you  to  cum  in  me. “

“ i’ll  be  good,  i  promise. “

“ you’re  doing  so  good  for  me. “

“ you  feel  so  good. “

“ you  sound  so  pretty  when  you  moan. “

“ i  could  be  your  toy. “

“ fuck  me  like  you  love  me. “

“ i’m  gonna  cum- “

“ i  just  want  to  feel  something. “

but slowly , it's shattered ; a crack carefully splitting through stained glass , a thread slowly unraveling a tapestry . it stars in the fall of her mouth , the audible catch of her breath , the subtle widening of her eyes ---- and she crumbles before him , like the ruins of rome . and for so long she cannot speak , cannot dredge from the sea the words that she had mulled over a million times in her mind . the reunion that had flowered in her imagination , the soft pull of fantasy that had kept her alive all these years ; so suddenly , it's ripped out from under her , every word and every breath stolen . as her hands clasp tightly in her lap , her body rigid and unmoving , her wide eyes watching the frantic flutter of his hand ---- the emotions that rise and crest in him like tidal waves / the tempest of remembrance that threatens to overtake , to drown him in the unknowing , in the realization

and finally , a tear slips down her cheek , and it seems to break whatever spell held her . a breathy laugh cracks the stone of her lungs , and she blinks wildly , fighting back the salt - water that clings to her lashes / her face morphing into surprise , into the loving and delighted shock of having him back ❝ you remember ? ❞ her voice trembles , her body pitching forward slowly , as if drawn to him like gravity ---- the gold of her eyes writhing and glowing with hope , with devotion , with the same love she had looked at him with that night beneath the watchful eye of the full moon . the corners of her mouth slowly curl , and an attentive hand flutters to her throat , another faint laugh spilling like summer air from her lungs , nimble fingers pulling out the chain hidden carefully by her clothes ❝ i am never without them . you gave me this when ---- ❞ she halts , swallowing thickly , forcing back the creeping dread / the gruesome memory of blood and death ❝ you gave it to me , so i could remember you . i think perhaps now you should have kept it yourself , seeing how poor your memory of me has become ❞

a feeble attempt of a joke , her mouth wavering , struggling to hold the smile beneath the weight that seems to threaten to crush her . her lungs concaving , her body shaking ---- atlas , his fingers slipping . her elbows fall to her knees , her fingers worrying together , twisting nervously as they had always done . her lips pressed into a small smile , nodding softly ❝ it was all real , everything you saw ---- it happened . it was our wedding night ❞

a ghost of laughter falls from her lips , her head bowing slightly , as though lost in silent prayer ; and when her head rises again , tears glimmer in her eyes , disbelief caught against her cheek ( you're here , and you're real , and you remember me / the dream of thousands of years , suddenly made reality before me ) ❝ and do you remember ---- when they threw you into the sea ? they said you had to prove your devotion , and swim back to me ❞ the boat rocks , and she laughs again , the sound soft and filled with joy as her fingertips brush against his

it is an eternity ---- and then it isn't. the marble - carved stillness of her features splits , and he watches firsthand how the life rushes back into her. feels it pulsing beneath his skin as the emotion swells in his throat , her laugh stirring a stuttered breath from his lungs , half - joyous , half - relieved but more than anything because she remembered , too. because it was as real as it felt , because the love had remained and he could see it in the golden light of her eyes shining back at him. and for a second he thinks of each time in his life that he had sought out the warmth of the sun , every moment he spent with his head tilted toward the sky , encompassed in a feeling that he'd lost in the torrent of his childhood ---- the feeling of home.

" i remember. " it falls from his mouth in a breathless laugh , a tear cresting his waterline and falling as he nods , his gaze never once wavering for fear that he might spend another moment missing her. from the corner of his eye , he sees the silver gleam of the necklace as it catches the moonlight ---- and he doesn't have to look to know each detail of it , every finely woven thread of steel crafted lovingly by the same woman who appreciated his steady hand all those years ago. the same one that blessed him with a name to put to the face of his future. he blinks back against the sting in his eyes , but the tears fall anyway , the love inside of him too vast to be contained. ---- and it isn't that he doesn't notice how she stalls , that the thought had not crossed his mind of how he's lived two lives , how he's kept nothing of her yet she seemed to have all of him. of why he remembers the sting of blood , a phantom with bone - white hair and a sharp - toothed grin , and the voice from his dreams whispering something he couldn't place as he drifted towards the stars. but he's watched her heart break too many times in the short time they've been together , and he would not spoil their reunion by stealing her joy for another moment. he leans forward , finding that his body had slowly inched towards her in everything , his fingertips brushing over her knuckles , curling into the warmth of her palm as he takes her hands in his own to guide them away from their fretful grasp. and when she laughs , another tear slips down the curve of his cheek , a soft breath pushed from his lungs.

" yeah , yeah. i do. " his head dips for a quick moment , shoulder pressing into his cheek as he wipes at the fallen tear , his thumb smoothing against her skin as he looks to her again , a smile warming his face , his eyes shining with the familiar depth of devotion that seizes his heart. " you met me before i could even reach the shore. " he laughs. " you'd just gotten dry and you ran right back in. "

[ table ] sender reaches for receiver's hand under the table

[ knowing ] sender has been holding receiver's hand all this time without realizing it and hurries to let go

[ cling ] sender scrambles to grab receiver's hand in a hasty situation

[ tangle ] sender carefully knots their fingers with receiver's

[ thumb ] sender starts gently caressing receiver's knuckles with their thumb

[ squeeze ] sender reassures receiver with a squeeze of their hand

[ aligned ] sender lays their hand flat against receivers, lining up every digit to compare sizes

[ pinky ] sender hooks their pinky finger with receiver's

[ ring ] sender admires a ring on receiver's hand

[ desperate ] sender is in pain and squeezes tightly to receiver's hand to channel the agony elsewhere

[ let go ] after holding onto receiver's hand for a while, sender finally, reluctantly releases their grip

[ swing ] sender holds receiver's hand and starts swinging their hands back and forth in a playful way

[ promise ] sender performs a pinky promise with receiver

[ piano ] sender begins tapping their fingers along receiver's back like they're playing a piano

[ shoulder ] sender sets a hand on receiver's shoulder and leaves it there

[ strand ] sender reaches up and tucks a strand of hair behind receiver's ear

[ fix ] sender gently fixes receiver's hair

[ boop ] sender lightly taps the tip of receiver's nose

[ clean ] after eating, sender reaches up to clean something off receiver's face

[ napkin ] sender uses a napkin to tidy receiver's face

[ chin ] sender takes receiver's chin between their fingers and holds it

[ lips ] in the midst of an intimate exchange, sender smooths their thumb back and forth over receiver's lips

[ play ] sender plays with receiver's hair

[ knead ] sender gives receiver a much needed shoulder massage

[ accidental ] sender and receiver reach for the same thing and their fingers brush unintentionally

[ pat ] sender pats the top of receiver's head

[ thigh ] sender begins caressing along the receiver's thigh

[ smooth ] sender strokes up and down across the receiver's arm

[ comfortable ] sender picks the receiver's legs up and drapes them over their lap

[ straddle ] sender guides the receiver over and coaxes them fully onto their lap

[ shirt ] sender slips a hand up the receiver's shirt

[ hem ] sender plays with the hem of receiver's shirt

[ loop ] while standing behind the receiver, the sender hooks a finger in the belt loop of their trousers

[ pocket ] sender slides a hand into receiver's back pocket

[ guide ] sender uses both of their hands to guide the receiver into a kiss

[ push ] in the midst of a dangerous situation, the sender pushes the receiver out of harm's way

[ shield ] the sender drags receiver behind them to keep them safe

[ remind ] sender sets their hands on both sides of receiver's face and tries to get them to look at them directly

[ pressure ] sender sets a hand on the small of receiver's back

[ neck ] sender sets a hand around the base of receiver's neck and gingerly kneads the muscles there

[ braid ] standing behind the receiver, sender starts braiding their hair

[ undo ] sender takes receiver's hair out of their updo/ponytail

[ clasp ] sender helps receiver put on a necklace

[ zip ] sender assists receiver in zipping up or taking off a difficult piece of clothing

[ wave ] sender waves goodbye to receiver for the very last time

[ both ] sender takes both of receiver's hands in their own and guides them close to one another

[ hug ] sender slides both arms around receiver and clings to them

[ handshake ] sender and receiver shake hands and hold on to each other a little longer than intended

[ behind ] sender hugs receiver from behind and tucks against their body

[ sleep ] sender is asleep and reaches for receiver in the middle of the night

[ spoon ] while spooning, sender tangles their hands with receiver

[ tap ] sender appears behind receiver and taps their shoulder to let them know they're standing there

[ patch ] sender patches up a wound on receiver's body

[ propose ] after a successful proposal, sender slides the engagement ring onto receiver's finger

[ paint ] sender applies body paint to receiver's nude form

[ undress ] sender takes their time removing receiver's clothes piece by piece

[ cover ] sender shoves a hand over receiver's eyes, preventing them from witnessing a terrible sight

[ pillow ] sender pats the pillow next to them, encouraging receiver to climb in bed beside them