"I'm not sure I feel qualified to answer that on more than a physical level," Dan says, his own discomfort unraveling surprisingly easy. This is Marcus on every level, and somehow even though the person in his bed is now a woman, the woman herself seems less an oddity and more of an unknown facet of the man he loves.

He'd like to pull Marcus down and hold him tight, in part because he just likes to, but for now he gives Marcus space to move around if he'd like.

Not that it keeps Dan from gently tracing the slender shoulders and soft arms, touching in bemused wonderment. "...this place."