What was under her fingertips felt soft and warm, a living heat that pulsed faintly, almost as if her heartbeat had began to echo from that warmth. The texture was familiar in a way that made her breath still; her mind might have been tampered with, her memories erased and rewritten by Morpheus, but her body... her body remembered. It recognized him. The warmth, the shape, the quiet pull that made her want to trace every line of him, all of it felt irreversibly hers.
Her curious fingers moved before she could stop them, pressing a little harder into that warmth until she brushed against something sharper, that sharp edge, his teeth.
Startled, she drew back, only to hear the sound of low laughter rumbling from Cassius's throat. The sound wrapped around her deep and full of amusement, catching her off guard.
