The move caused his breath to hitch in his throat. He had nothing to fear from his partner. He knew... He was extremely confident of that fact. Yet he was being made helpless, a state that rankled his nerves, and it was difficult to resist giving in to the apprehension that danced, jeering, on the outskirts of his mind. His pulse was quickening, his skin growing hyper-alert, anticipating every touch and movement with the proverbial baited breath. He bucked his hips up against the nightmare's experimentally.

"Do you really think I'd be foolish enough to give you forewarning? You'd head off my retaliation before I could even start to enact it."



((OOC: It would help if I kept in the right tense, wouldn't it? >_>))