"Stop," she said suddenly, not quite afraid, not so easily achieved with this girl, but certainly feeling something like apprehension.

She bumped her knees, squeezing her thighs together which trapped him more than stopped him, of course, but instinctive reactions were just that.

"Don't--do that anymore."

Cordelia attempted to sound certain, but as she wrenched his hand free, the words had risen in tone to nearly a question.

She examined his hand then, brows furrowed. And cautiously, so focused, she moved his hand to brush his fingertips against her belly, dragging the red out against the white of her skin.