Dhiate gazed at her movements. He wasn't sure he could copy them, but he would try.
He bit the inside of his lip, losing the smile in favor of a look of pure indifference as he concentrated. His tail unfurled from his legs and lay straight down with the merest hint of a curl near the bottom. His left knee that had been outstretched, bent as he put all of his weight on his right leg. His hips bent back, just slightly enough to accentuate his feminine curves.
Yet this was all done subconsciously as he focused on the movement of his hand. His long, dark lashes stood out against his white cheek and soft slivers of blue broke through them. His pale, creamy hands parted ways from behind his dark back. One took a place in the curves of his hip while the other worked its way down his body.
His dainty hand just barely touched his soft body as he caressed his body. Whereas his body had naturally assumed its poosition, his hand moved unnaturally, almost jerking. He was focusing too much attention on that one detail and it showed. He knew he was doing it wrong but he wasn't sure exactly what was wrong.
Dhiate's chest rose as he sighed and let his hand drop. His white brow wrinkled ever so slightly and he tried again. It was better, but only slightly. His movements were too rigid and he understood that. But he didn't know how to fix it. He glanced up at Amy. His eyes asked the question he couldn't voice. How do you fix it?
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