Welcome to Gaia! ::

The chill swallow of the mirror as he stepped through a mirror should be more unpleasant than it is. Pushing against its passive resistance, it's aetheric thickness, should be tiring and leave him bored with the effort. But the fatigue that hits as he exits is exhilarating, like the first breath after a hand suddenly releasing his throat. He's gone so far this time. The next time further still.

And there's more beyond, waiting in the between space. Just waiting beyond reach. Until he's able to stretch and stretch and grasp it with both hands eager and greedy for it.

His head leaned back against a tall, well muscled chest as a much smaller body with a luxuriously soft chest crushed up against his own. He knows this couple, has known them since he began sneaking out of the Hillworth dorms years ago. But they don't know him at all. Not like this. They can only be enjoyably surprised at the attractive stranger who knows how they like to move together, how they match they're different yet so compatible rhythms. It's fun. The moment and the playful, teasing mischief of knowing without being known.

That playful feeling had him slipping his smooth little palmful of mirrorshard out of that mysterious space and into his hand, sliding it back behind him, into the man's back pockets with a friendly squeeze. It was a slow, grindy song, demanding hard, close pressure and he didn't recognize the man's slumping as more. Not right away, until the girl in front of him was laughing and they both carried him to a a couch of questionable repute.

"He shouldn't have pre-gamed," the girl laughed, playfully pushing her sleepy, floppy hulk of a boyfriend. "Looks like it'll be an early night, though." She sighed and it's clear some of the regret was that it wouldn't be the right situation to bring home a third.

He knows exactly how much clothing he can lose before the magic simply slips off of him, and a moment of relief hit him. Because he also knew that, given the enjoyment of the moment, how much clothing would have been well and truly forgotten.

Still, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her close for a kiss that knows her, well and intimately. This time he saw the shadowy wisp of the wraith as it slid through her. And when he felt her soften slightly against him, he recalled wraith and shard in time to leave her able to still stand on her own two feet. When he pulled back from her mouth, she was gasping for air, pupils blown out and unfocused. With a small hand on his chest, she gasped out, "What was...? That...that was a hell of a kiss?"

And it was. But also it was a little more for both of them, even if she didn't realize just how much she had given him.

"Let me call you two a ride," he answered mildly.