"That's..." Sage murmured, her voice a soft, contented sigh as the tension from her fight with the algorithm seemed to melt away under his hands. Her eyes fluttered shut, long lashes brushing her cheeks. "You know me so well. This is exactly what I needed."
"See?" Zaeryn whispered, his lips brushing the crown of her silvery-white hair, inhaling the faint lavender that clung to the strands. "Better than fighting with algorithms."
For a moment, Sage forgot she was standing, her body nearly collapsing as she melted completely into his arms, her curves pressing flush against his solid frame. The lab's sterile ozone hummed in the background, but it faded against the heat building between them.
His hands continued their work, gliding from her shoulders down the elegant curve of her spine. He mapped the supple muscles shifting beneath his palms, applying slow, deliberate pressure that was both a comfort and a quiet claim on her body.
