By the back of her neck, through the tangle of his fingers in her hair, he turned her body on its side, her eyes now learning in detail how the plush cushion fabric was woven. His lips imprinted into the back of her neck as his palm pressed into her spine.

Her mind raced as she felt the shape of what she had previously felt, as the friction of their clothes tore at the weight of their bodies - longing to be stuck in some sort of while loop - reiterating that movement over and over again.

The examiner in her envisioning that this experience was novel and nonobvious, as he fully described and enabled her, she knew her joint was fully fluxed… a kind of capillary action of liquid bodies.

She forced her way back up as then he yielded… staring at particular nowhere as she pulled her hair back, ready to begin, rendered… parged… laminated.