[ That answer comes nothing but easy. She rolls herself against him in a way that's pointed, still slick that the slide of him is nothing but easy, the breathless little sigh where she's still just that bit too sensitive. Pressing herself to him flush as her hand strokes up his side purposeful. ]
[ His mouth goes a bit dry at that. And he allows himself a long, pleased look down at their intertwined bodies. He rests his hand over hers as she strokes up his side. ]
[ She shifts to let him, let him look as much as he likes. He alone has that right now, she hides nothing from him as she stretches out in full, her head tilting a little as he settles his hand. Catching his fingers in her own, resting them on his hip. ]
There is nothing lacking about you to me, nor has there ever been.
[ Her Miles. Her eyes soften briefly. What a cruel life given to him, to doubt so much. A want to kiss him but nor does she untangle her fingers from his. Opts instead to press her nose to his hair, gesture him up so she can. Soft, light, comforting.
Promised, simple as that. ]
I would make love to you as many times you've ever been told that to erase that thought.
[ Oh. He can't help but get a bit choked up at that simple promise so easily made. He tilts his head up to kiss her in return, lightly. It gives him a moment to swallow down his emotions. ]
[ Curling herself around him comes as nothing but easy. Kissing him comes as easy to. Something she thinks she could do a hundred times, take breath, and kiss him a hundred times more. ]
[ She continues to press nuzzling kisses to his hair, his forehead, and eventually yes, they will need to move. ]
I haven't had a decent one in years.
[ But to that end she pulls up a little, reaching around on the bedroll and eventually, someone will bother them. Best to be at least a little covered for that unexpected event. She reaches for the blanket under them to tug it over them loosely. Especially now that she'd cooled down some. ]
[ She drapes them in the blankets, detangling them only briefly as she pushes herself up onto an elbow, tugging at her braid that had become a mess and undoing it in tugs until it unravels completely over her shoulder. ]
[ It's thick and dark against his fingers, not as long as it used to be and grey in it now. But if he liked it then - well, she couldn't mind it so much. ]
[ She stays put. Relaxing, she doesn't allow this much with anyone. She likes it, the comfort of someone being close as he murmurs wistful words into their close space. If she were a cat, she might be purring. ]
[ God, he could stay like this forever. Wants to. He can forget about everything else when he's curled up next to Lakshmi like this... ]
Charmingly rustic. All wood panels with carvings. And long bannisters that I used to slide down as a child. Da replaced all the windows with force screens after the assassination attempt, but otherwise it's a very old place.
It sounds - [ has to pause, momentarily, she knows buildings like that. Old, in England. Rather than the world, she grew up to. The buildings she had crept into in the dead of night and seen in a private sort of world rather than received into. Beautiful, though. ] - rather like somewhere I could imagine you growing up.
[ She leans over to kiss him sweet, brief. Laughing into his mouth. ] A little too educated for that, I'm afraid. I think I grew up a great deal more common than you, makes it easy to know.
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... I am very sorry, then. Fifteen months would be a dry spell for me. [ A beat. ] I - must seem very young.
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Most do, after awhile. [ Sad there, but isn't she always a little? That too, a price of age. Regret. A life not spent idle. ]
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Mm. I suppose that's true too. [ He presses a light kiss to the hollow between her breasts. ] As long as you don't mind my youthful foolishness.
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I think it is quite obvious I rather enjoy it.
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[ He says it with a smile, but - well, he has to ask once. For the sake of his own shitty self-worth. ]
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Do I seem an unsatisfied woman to you?
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No. I daresay not.
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There is nothing lacking about you to me, nor has there ever been.
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Thank you. I'd not sensed any of that from you, just ...
[ He makes a helpless gesture. ]
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Promised, simple as that. ]
I would make love to you as many times you've ever been told that to erase that thought.
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You're promising quite a lot, my lady.
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Perhaps, then, we shall never leave bed.
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Extremely tempting. Too bad we don't actually have a bed, so to speak.
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I haven't had a decent one in years.
[ But to that end she pulls up a little, reaching around on the bedroll and eventually, someone will bother them. Best to be at least a little covered for that unexpected event. She reaches for the blanket under them to tug it over them loosely. Especially now that she'd cooled down some. ]
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[ He is grateful for the blanket, though. Even with Lakshmi there to keep him warm, he is a slender little guy. And he hates the cold. ]
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[ She drapes them in the blankets, detangling them only briefly as she pushes herself up onto an elbow, tugging at her braid that had become a mess and undoing it in tugs until it unravels completely over her shoulder. ]
We will have to rise at some point, I suppose.
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Ah, well ... That part can wait.
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Have something you like, do you?
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A few things. Though I do wish we could at least do this at my family home. It's a beautiful place.
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What is it like?
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Charmingly rustic. All wood panels with carvings. And long bannisters that I used to slide down as a child. Da replaced all the windows with force screens after the assassination attempt, but otherwise it's a very old place.
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Can you? I guess I didn't ever pass well as a prole, did I.
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Ah, you could contrast. I don't feel quite so clumsy then.
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