He nodded slowly as she repeated his instruction and his fingers eased ever so slightly as he also began to focus. Underneath his hand he could feel her heart, could feel his own in his chest and knew just how synchronized they were. That was much easier than it usually was, and he hadn’t even had to do anything to urge it, for some reason her body and energy seemed to act obediently. Had it not been working in his favor and had they not obviously been strangers then he would have been more suspicious of that ease. For now though he concentrated on his own energy, letting it reach and meld with hers…so that he’d be able to pull it into himself.
The waves continued to lap up the shoreline and he knew it had nothing to do with what he was doing, but took solace as the water’s surface inched higher and higher from their knees, up their thighs, their hips. All the way until it was even up to her stomach; leaving his arm wrapped around her hip to be submerged. That’s where it paused though, only dipping whenever the waves decided to recede with the now steady tide.
The air around them blew faster, with more purpose, circling around the both of them and causing his hair to fly this way and that while her bun thankfully kept her hair in one place. His arms wrapped more, the touch almost desperate until he finally felt the link. Keeping himself grounded, his toes curled in the wet sand, feeling the various life forms that wriggled beneath it, a few feet ahead of them, miles along into the depths: for that one moment all of them were connected and it was at that second that he started to pull her energy into himself.
The lines on his arms, down his neck, his back, all of them glowed brighter the more of her he pulled into himself. His blood pumped harder in his veins, any fatigue in his muscles melted away, and he felt his well of power slowly restore itself. But then…it kept going. His eyebrows furrowed, though his eyes remained closed as he continued to pull from her. Usually for someone of her size and race he would have felt it start to dwindle away from her…or at the very least feel her body start to slack. But no, she stayed just as she had been from the beginning: as if he’d sapped nothing from her.
His lips parted, his breathing growing shakier as he felt his energy building higher and higher and his fingers gripped harder at her hip and chest. She spoke but he didn’t answer her, trying to find an end to this supply and coming up with nothing. More spilled into him and the waves crashed harder, the wind whipping around them at a near dangerous speed. Intoxication started and then all at once it was like a slam into his brain. As much as he enjoyed this seemingly endless spring of energy he could tell when too much was too much and quickly moved his arms from around her; all but tossing her into water as his hands moved up into his hair, gripping there tightly.
When his eyes opened they shone so brightly he could see their light against the undulating water. As he slowly brought his hands down from his hair he looked at his arms, taking note that the lines there were doing the same thing. A cautious smile formed on his lips, followed by a short laugh…and then another, another, until his chest was rising and falling quickly from it. How had he ever been tired?! He felt as if he could keep going for at least another week without sleep.
