Arkady leans into the touch, closing his eyes so he may enjoy the feeling even more. Ashley's touch is like a silken handkerchief against him, all too familiar to Arkady. Even if he's changed, the way Ashley's hands fit so perfectly against his face hasn't.

He's about to kiss that palm when Ashley pulls his hand away. Arkady's eyes open, looking at Ashley with hurt. "And I didn't give you permission to leave me."

Skeletal hands gently push Ashley back onto the bed. "Get on your hands and knees for me, my love. The way you used to."