It consisted of a lot of covert hyperventilating, mostly. Bloody open-space office, you know. But gah, I have such a predilection for emotional connections, and ownership, and I've never hidden my blood kink or the hand kink, so with the additional visuals supplied by my overactive imagination, I was lucky not to have fallen off the chair.

That, by the way, would have taken some explaining. I'm afraid it would have been classified as reading porn on company time after all ;)