[As she pulls away to catch her breath, to gasp and speak, his lips find themselves on her neck instead. The kisses he places there are soft and fleeting things that eventually give pause as he processes the words spoken.
She wants him. That is something that he is still grappling with. From the moment she scolded him for already assuming they weren’t a match, to being relieved in the booth, to now… It’s been difficult to process and accept. That she wants to be by his side. That they’re sharing a bed together with her whispering heatedly that she wants him… He thinks, finally, he can grasp it. It’s terribly real… and he basks gratefully in her desire. That it’s for him. That these feelings are all mutual. He regrets he hasn’t told her the more sordid things of his house but there is no moment to explain himself now. It will simply have to come in time and it will put all this to the test.
And… perhaps it is just her venom but he thinks that despite it all it will be fine. That it will change nothing. For right now, he’ll be at peace with it.]
Then that is what I shall give you. [His voice comes out just as rough and as lust filled as before.] All that I can give you may have.
[His fingers gently graze along her side, pausing at her hip. They then grip at her nightgown, the fabric so light and thin in his hands but so very in the way. This loose fabric being the only barrier between them. There is a modicum of hesitation as rational and propriety hinge slightly in the back of his mind but for the first time they are silenced and buried and with a slow but deliberate movement he begins to pull the fabric upwards. And though nothing can be seen beneath the heavy covers the action reveals her up to her hip and greedy hands feel the softness of what what is most certainly greatly forbidden flesh. The touch is no more than a gentle graze along her hip bone, gently if not nervously testing these waters but for nobles of their time it really feels exceptionally risqué.]
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She wants him. That is something that he is still grappling with. From the moment she scolded him for already assuming they weren’t a match, to being relieved in the booth, to now… It’s been difficult to process and accept. That she wants to be by his side. That they’re sharing a bed together with her whispering heatedly that she wants him… He thinks, finally, he can grasp it. It’s terribly real… and he basks gratefully in her desire. That it’s for him. That these feelings are all mutual. He regrets he hasn’t told her the more sordid things of his house but there is no moment to explain himself now. It will simply have to come in time and it will put all this to the test.
And… perhaps it is just her venom but he thinks that despite it all it will be fine. That it will change nothing. For right now, he’ll be at peace with it.]
Then that is what I shall give you. [His voice comes out just as rough and as lust filled as before.] All that I can give you may have.
[His fingers gently graze along her side, pausing at her hip. They then grip at her nightgown, the fabric so light and thin in his hands but so very in the way. This loose fabric being the only barrier between them. There is a modicum of hesitation as rational and propriety hinge slightly in the back of his mind but for the first time they are silenced and buried and with a slow but deliberate movement he begins to pull the fabric upwards. And though nothing can be seen beneath the heavy covers the action reveals her up to her hip and greedy hands feel the softness of what what is most certainly greatly forbidden flesh. The touch is no more than a gentle graze along her hip bone, gently if not nervously testing these waters but for nobles of their time it really feels exceptionally risqué.]