[She almost tries to protest. To claim she wasn't stuck with him at all, that at any point if he became too vexing that she would be gone and deny she had ever known him, ever allowed him to touch her and say such things to her, that she had only so much tolerance in her hearts-
But he kisses her, and those words never quite make it to her tongue.
When they had kissed beneath the roots, sudden and desperate and unexpected, she had been a woman who could count such acts on the fingers of her hand, collected in the anonymous, mask-obscured night at the World's Edge when she had been tortured by the contents of spiked drinks and attempting to be rid of something. Since her last heat, laced with Discord that had driven her to seek relief, she had somehow become more shamefully versed in such things... but there are still traces of inexperience on her lips, of shyness in how she slowly tips her head to meet him.
How strange to be standing and not having to bend down to reach. To be able to move her hands upward and find a place in his shirt... to possessively curl her fingers.]
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But he kisses her, and those words never quite make it to her tongue.
When they had kissed beneath the roots, sudden and desperate and unexpected, she had been a woman who could count such acts on the fingers of her hand, collected in the anonymous, mask-obscured night at the World's Edge when she had been tortured by the contents of spiked drinks and attempting to be rid of something. Since her last heat, laced with Discord that had driven her to seek relief, she had somehow become more shamefully versed in such things... but there are still traces of inexperience on her lips, of shyness in how she slowly tips her head to meet him.
How strange to be standing and not having to bend down to reach. To be able to move her hands upward and find a place in his shirt... to possessively curl her fingers.]