She unbuttons his tunic shirt, exposing his chest. She rubs his heart while holding his head into her neck, saying for him to smell her. While still rubbing his heart, she licks his forehead in circles, around and around. He begins to murmur, “Nanshe.” And then he stops.
And the moment arrives where she needs to close her eyes to find her strength. The strength to do what Mei did. Her hand hovers, shaking, above his crotch, in deep debate as to what to do next. She shivers. She cannot do this. Not even to save the world. She cannot do this with Peter.
The image of their rough hands dissipates as she senses something. Something so very different from any feeling before. Peter is with her. But how? They are seeing together. She feels him taking her hand, to put not on his crotch but to his
