In this case, there’s almost no skin, no explicit action. Someone not familiar with figging may not have any idea what is going on.
But I love it. I love the firm, almost threatening grip. I love the anticipation in here face- not really fear, but the need to engage in a bit of futile hiding. She knows what is coming. She both dreads and accepts it. And trusts him.
Potential. Or as they said in electricity before adopting the term voltage, tension. It’s what drives the current, in this case the current of your thoughts.
I imagine her being a bit cheeky and recalling the line from ‘Beverly Hills Cop’, “I won’t fall for a banana in the tail pipe.” False courage, no doubt, as the pungent aroma inserts itself in to her psyche.
Tension and potential- yes, absolutely. Just goes to show that science, when properly applied, can enhance anything.