Tender hands drew against her neck, it felt nice to Tauriel, nice enough to make her offer her neck to the counselor as his hands drew feather light touches to her skin. “See, Tauriel, not all contact with another being is bad.” His voice was soft, ethereal and coming closer. Or perhaps it was she who was drawing closer to him. Well trained eyes watched for any sign of reluctance on his part. She knew him, from whence she was child to now — though… sadly she could not say she was the same person as she was then. Worn, strung out with ptsd. Tauriel had more skeletons piled inside of her closet than the mines of moria. 
     “Saelbeth,” She spoke with husk in her voice. “Yes?” The two were leaning closer to one another, swallowing she saw the permission in his eyes as they fluttered shut. Inhaling, Tauriel brushed her forefingers against his lips, to which they parted almost instantly. Laughing softly, she saw the blush that came to his cheek bones as he almost opened his eyes. Soft lips skimmed against his, and all though he seemed to be willing to allow her control. She sought only to brush her lips against his in tender fashion. “Thank you.”