"Am I feeling what I think I'm feeling?" - from Sylvatica
“That depends entirely on what it is you think you’re feeling, Magister.” Essa intoned, voice calm and even. The book she’d been reading aloud from was set on the nightstand. He’d fallen to lean against her as she’d read aloud, her voice bringing life to the story, just as the story brought life to her typically somewhat deadpan, droning voice.
She’d slowly begun pulling back the collar of his suit, loosening his neck tie and feeling along the back of his neck, noting some tension. That secret, nurturing nature within had kick-started and her fingers slipped under the fabric of his outfit to gently rub at his neck and shoulders.
“If comfort is what you’re feeling, then yes. One of the less terrible physical feelings there is. Relaxation, ease. It’s a highly sought after middle ground to be. Not too aware, not too lethargic. Especially at the hands of someone you trust.” Her voice was soft near his ears, breath on the back of his neck.
“But it can make you just a little vulnerable, and just a little more open to ... suggestion.”