Disclaimer: If you think I own anything but what I write you're poorly mistaken…

There are times when I get this… feeling. I usually get it while reading something sensual, like one of the girls' love novels. I use to only get it when I read something like that. That's no longer the case.

Back to this feeling. It's so… so weird. It's in my fingertips. It feels like a bunch of pins are being slowly pushed in and yet almost like feathers are brushing against them. It feels like electricity is flowing out the tips. It so good it almost hurts, like dragging just the tip of your tongue on the roof of your mouth.

I shiver when I feel it. Like fire licking at the tips. My fingers get so, so… receptive I can feel the blood pounding through them. It feels like petals, a cascade of petals on the tips of my fingers. It feels as though they were being thawed by a fire after being out in the cold too long.

My senses tingle, as though in anticipation. My mind slowly focuses on that feel, on that single part of my body. It's amazing. It's maddening. A dull ache, an almost painful throb, and all this from a love novel, so well written it draws me into the sensuality of the scene.

But I no longer just get it from just a book. Every time my eyes land on you it's there. Every time I see you I think what it would be like to run my fingers through your hair, if it feels like how it does now, or how your skin would feel, or if your tongue would make other parts of me feel like my fingertips. It's a different kind of arousal. I keep wondering, how could you make me feel like this?

But I know. I want to feel you. I want to touch you. The worst part is knowing that even if I could bring myself to taint you with contact that you would never reciprocate this feeling. I long to share one of the moments I so often read about with you.

Even now, as our eyes bore into each other the feeling is there. No matter how many times we disagree, no matter how I try to drown it out, no matter how involved we get while fighting it's there, still in a part of my mind.

Maybe… maybe it's not such a bad thing. I realize I've grown accustom to the euphoria, I've grown accustom to you. I want this. I want to keep on feeling like this. This sensation locked away in the tips of my fingers.

This awareness, consciousness, I have while around you. The weird feeling of responsiveness, perception to the highest degree, this satisfying twinge, like silken sandpaper.

Pain. Pleasure. Torture. Love. Fire. Passion. Longing.

Tingling. Fervor. Desire. Craving. Lust. Yearning. Hunger.

Anguish. Bliss. Euphoria. Twinge. Sensuality.

Hypersensitivity.

Lately it's the only word I can use to accurately describe this feeling, this feeling from you and your godforsaken eyes.

Fenrir: OOOOKKKK…… I was thinking Cloud's POV in a CloudxLeon paring.

Rin: Axel POV, AxelxRoxas paring.

Naminé: My POV, NaminéxKairi.

Rin: 'jaw drops' WHAT?

Naminé: Like you didn't know I was a les. I am her nobody.

Rin: … excuse me just a moment (to Fenrir) 'Grabs Naminé and starts walking away then looks back over her shoulder' 75 percent.

Fen: …she needed someone…