Boychild & Girlchild.

Fingers groped in the darkness, searching for cavities he knew so well; the ridges of her ears, the space between her fingers, the small innie that graced her belly… the things that she shivered over when he touched.

He smiled a little as he elicited the quietest of whimpers from her, begging for more like a cheap whore, the people she called fleshthings. With a smirk he whispered sultry, sexy things in her ear, her eyes rolling back in her head as he touched and explored and learned her quirks.

So much for saving herself.