Letting Go. With chloeas.
"It's all about your heart," he whispered, resting his fingers lightly over hers as she pulled the string back on his bow. He paused, looking down at her, watching her look at their hands. Just a touch. One that echoed another from months before, but now it held so much more than just friendship. He swallowed hard, somewhere between anticipation and tension and something...other.
"Just listen," he murmured against her ear. "Right there in between the beats." His fingers stroked hers lightly. "That's when you let go."
Yes. This will be NC-17.