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[mahalakshmi]

[ She sighs against his mouth in contentment for it. Her eyes shut, taking slowing calmly breaths as she presses her lips together. A brief conjure up of that pressure as he moves back. His compliment as easily given as he kissed her, soft, almost and she doesn't expect it. Doesn't expect up it flushes warmth up her, into her features. Would he like her - her marred skin, her calloused fingers. Her husband called her such, yes, once, but that was before war came and scarred her body, before Lycans ripped into her skin, before Hasting's vampire kin clawed her flesh. It had been a long time since she ever thought of herself like that. Would Duv still find all of her such? Most men wouldn't, she knows, she's not a soft woman anymore. A little, little noise because it almost hurts. ] It's been some time since anyone called me that.

[ Which is to say - she doesn't need it, but to know that he looks at her and sees something he likes - well, that she might want to herself, greedily taken. ]

[komarran]

[ The color in her cheeks causes him to smile. Hard around the edges with a certain grace and softness she kept hidden from most. The way she carried herself had been something he admired and his gaze shows as much as he pulls back to regard her. He meant what he said and intertwines their fingers together. ]

A mistake on their part. [ Missed chances to get to know her, to spend time with her. ] Do you want to dress?

[ Because while he wants to spend time with her, he moves far slower than she seems to be expecting. ]

[mahalakshmi]

[ Much, much slower - a little too used to the way she was raised. That these things are snapped up quickly, and to that where she offers everything and nothing. Always her way. Always too much. She lifts the hand her joined with his, their thread fingers so she could kiss the back of his knuckles. Then to turn his fingers around and another to the inside of his wrist before she untangles them.

Still, she can't help but tease a little. ]

If you want me too.

[ Still not a bit of shame, but she doesn't look at him as she unravels the sheet from herself, letting it fall away with an easy confidence now that she's sure of him. Steps off the bed, comfortably bare as she pads away from him to the draw she'd been keeping her clothes in. Fishing out a nightgown to pull over herself, letting it fall down her body comfortably. Not going back to him immediately, leaning forward to undo the chains from around her neck.

Give them both a moment, to catch their breath, it seems. ]

[komarran]

[ He needs that moment. With a deep breath, he pulls himself up further onto the bed and wonders for a brief moment if he should take the initiative to move towards the couch. No, that would be too off-putting. He trusts her, trusts himself to keep within whatever limits they set. They had been living in close proximity to one another for a while now, but this feels as if they were only just now getting to know each other's true intentions.

With a light stretch, he sits up against the headboard and waits for her to return. When she reappears, he holds out his hand to offer it to her. ]

Do you want me to sleep here tonight?

[mahalakshmi]

[ She moves back to him once she's a little less - more? - dressed. A little warmer at least as she comes back to the bed. Glad he's still there - wouldn't be sure how she felt if he had gone away so quickly. But she takes his hand and moves to settle next to him in the bed, a moment, where she's knees either side of his hips. Posed over the top of him before she keeps going to sit. Turn to face him, smiling still. ]

I would like that. [ It had been easy, the first week, when she was too tired and relieved at not having to check her back every night. But as it had gone, it felt wrong, after awhile. Spent some nights when she was a filled with terrors of a world away, thinking what it would be like if he was there beside her. ] Seems wrong to be in your bed and for you not to be here.

[komarran]

[ His heart skips a beat as she poses over him. Was she going to--?

There's a sag of relief that he doesn't have to refuse her a second time when she settles in. That made this easier. The transition was already going to feel strange without skipping through several steps. ] I didn't want to make you uncomfortable, [ he replies with a slight shrug. ] You were more deserving of it than I.

[mahalakshmi]

[ She turns her face away with a bubble of laughter. Her hair falling in front of her like a curtain for a minute. ] Hardly that. It would only settle me more, rather than drive me further away.

[ Bubbles with it. ] Once I had to sleep a week with corpses the other side of the room. Believe me, you would have to do far, far worse than ask for your bed back. I had expected you to do so earlier.

[komarran]

[ That... has his brows furrowing. Duv has had his share of poor conditions, but corpses being only a stone's throw away was new. Likely a trait of her time where proper disposal of bodies was more difficult, particularly in the heat of war.

He sighs lightly and reaches to tuck her hair behind an ear. ] You having worse conditions doesn't mean you should have to endure poor ones for the rest of your life.

[mahalakshmi]

[ She stretches up into it, her eyes drifting shut without a push for anything else but sheer enjoyment of those motions. Permission as obvious as could be that he was welcome to do that as much as he likes. A flutter of her pulse in her throat. ]

No, but even sleeping on your floor would be a marked improvement over my more recent years. Everything here - everything you have done for me is... more than I ever expected.

[komarran]

[ It's nice seeing someone who enjoys his touch and wants to be near him. It's a feeling he's been missing for years now beyond the few lasting friendships he's formed. With only a second of hesitation, he combs his fingers through her hair as he watches her. ]

I couldn't leave you without help. You deserve more than being left out to hang and dry for ending up in the wrong time and place.

[mahalakshmi]

[ She's happy to keep letting him, as much he likes. Greedy, needful, some shared vice of royalty, that greed. But even so, it feels good - years and years, that for once it isn't just blood, isn't touching and being touched that isn't soaked in violence and blood. ]

Most wouldn't. We both know that.

[ Neither of them were particularly shocked to the cruelty of others, she'd found. ]

You are marvellous resistant to someone trying to say thank-you, has anyone ever told you?

[komarran]

I was thinking more stubborn than resilient.

[ A trait that ran deep within him, for both good and bad. He wouldn't have gotten as far as he had if he weren't, but it made moments like these difficult. He smiles apologetically and rests his hand on her shoulder. ]

You're welcome.

[mahalakshmi]

[ She leans to kisses softly the back of his hand where it settles on her shoulder. ] Better. [ Murmurs it softly with laughter to his skin, softly parted lips left there as she speaks, her head turning after a moment, laying her cheek against it. ]

You'll have to remind me, from time to time, how this is supposed to work. I've ah, fell somewhat out of practice. War does not leave much room for anything but the most direct affection.

[komarran]

So have I, [ he replies with a small, nervous smile. That had never been more evidence to him than when he had tried to court Laisa and fouled it up beyond imagine. ]

The blind leading the blind, or so they say. We'll have to practice together.

[mahalakshmi]

[ She couldn't tease him too much on that account. But she brings her fingers up to lace over his hand and shifts that little closer again. ]

May I kiss you again?

[komarran]

I would like that.

[ A lot. He would like that a lot. His other hand settles on her waist, touch still light, hesitant in case she wants to move away. ]

[mahalakshmi]

[ He wants slow - taking his time. She can do that, might even be a relief. To draw this out. It's not something she ever considered but now that she - is, she takes a breath. Shifting her weight that little forward. Turning to face him properly. Not that she moves to put herself in his lap so immediately, but just to take him in. To smile just for the thought that she can without worry now. Amazed he'd never - noticed her looking over him so, too many times. Well, he could see now. As her gaze lifts to him.

Doesn't say anything else really. Lets herself respond, instead, taking a deep breath where she feels that shiver under her skin for where his hand settles so carefully. He doesn't have to be careful with her, not like that, most wouldn't. But she's here because he's not most, not most and that little touch is enough to make her swallow. Lays fingers over his, her back pressing up ever so slightly to let him hook against that curve, sure that he has her there. Yes, she wants him to touch her, as often and as much as he likes. A barely perceptible sigh for it. Felt good, to be held, war had left her to be carved open, left her empty. A whole burning city that lived inside of her. A thousand empty rooms of a palace that did nothing but echo, anymore.

She takes another breath, steeling herself. Just her fingers and nothing else, the edge of nails, that trace up his arm by the line of her fingertips, a waved motion that follows lifelines on his skin. One finger by his wrist, two by his elbow. Not direct, playing against the soft dip of skin that wasn't so warn, still that little sensitive, as she leans with the rest of herself. Up and up and up until she's a hair breadth away from him, still looking at him until she can't, until she's looking at his mouth, the set of his lips and she presses her own to him. Her whole palm coming to set flat to his chest and - kissing him, takes a sharp breath out of herself, to do so once, and then again. Not half so declarative, just to do it at all, to smile, and kiss him again. To enjoy it and not have to think about anything else as she moves into him as she nips lightly with her teeth and lets out a warm breath of something like laughter, something like eagerness, giddiness. Something like contentment. ]

[komarran]

[ The way she moves against him has him holding his breath. The way she carried herself, the purpose in ever movement always had his attention when he saw her move through the room. His hold on her is light, not out of fear she'll break, but out of respect for where he may be stepping over a line he can't see. In retrospect it's a strange concern to have with a woman who had stripped down and waited on his bed for him to find her, but it's a lingering doubt in his mind.

His grip on her tightens for a second, fingertips pressing into her waist and feeling the shift of fabric there. Beautiful and already she felt like a comfortable weight against him. His kiss is tentative as he presses against her lips. This could go horribly lopsided very quickly if he made the wrong move and he's eager to ensure that doesn't happen. ]

[mahalakshmi]

[ She moves close, encouraged, her hand staying on him still, her mouth parting against him in a thready sigh. Eager, content, one kiss that follows into another and into another. If she could any indication that she likes it - she can't think of a more pointed way than that to express it to him. Shifting closer, caught between wanting to press into his hand and pressing into the solid heat of his chest, and settling somewhere between the two. Draping against him comfortably. ]

[komarran]

[ There's a part of him that knows they should stop kissing at some point. That there's a large amount of getting to know each other they still have yet to do. That part of his mind is ignored in favor of kissing her more, sucking lightly on her bottom lip when her mouth parts. If that was all right with her, dear god he hoped it was and--

He makes a point to stop thinking. At least until he needs to catch his breath and he pulls back from her though it's just enough to speak and nothing more. ]

My apologies if you've been waiting long to do that.

[mahalakshmi]

[ It gets an eager response, stifling a muffled sound into his mouth at the catch of his teeth. More than right with her, high and catching in her throat in enjoyed surprise. Sparking warm and full in her limbs as she slips her arms over his shoulders, tilting her head to angle it better. Pressing into him fully, her chest to his, to feel the rise and fall of him as herself. Because the flush on her face, this time, has nothing to do with pleased embarrassment, when he pulls back. She wants to tangle her fingers into his hair, she wants to drag nails over him, oh she wants, and she wants, and she wants -

Opens her eyes, and there is a thought for the chatter of the women who taught her about such things, about wanting too obviously - try to keep it out of your eyes, Lakshmi, always too much there - but it wasn't something she ever learned how to stop either. Swallows, smiling a little. ]

I could feel your fingers on my back all night. I thought I was going to go mad. [ and she kisses him again, not half so polite, surging up against him with that impatience, that frustration that had been sitting building for so long now. ]

[komarran]

[ The intensity catches him off-guard. He can feel his own body reacting to the embarrassment of his self-control. Thankfully whatever his hips want to do, he keeps it in place and loosens his hold on her waist. Slow was going to be harder than he thought when he had been starved for touch and affection.

Her words flow over him, warm and melodic, ringing in his ears as she presses back into him. At least until he realizes what he said. That had been far from his intention and he wonders if all he's been doing this entire evening is causing her tension.

His brows furrow as he pulls back from the kiss momentarily to ask, ] Ah, should I have moved them elsewhere?

[mahalakshmi]

[ The last thing she wants is him to let go, as she swallows down on her own - press forward, march, screaming herself hoarse on battlements as she issues orders and - breath Lakshmi, not everything had to be a battlefield.

Because yes, tension, that sits in her shoulders and stiff in her back that she keeps if only to hold in the shiver, to keep herself still and not - taking the path of water against him, slipping over and around him, to run over every part of him that she could. Turns her face away, slow - and did not do to be falling over herself. Wetting her lips, a scrap of her teeth against her lower lips and she shakes her head. Of course he would be the only one to take that statement and think it had to be fixed. If it did, it was not in the way that cautious little frown of his was suggesting. ]

It would not matter if you touched my hands, my ankles or my back, it still would be first in my thoughts. [ Another little bite, a thought she doesn't share. anywhere she wanted him to put his hands would not have been fit for company. ]

[komarran]

[ So everything was all right still. Good. Then why won't his heartbeat calm down or his palms stop dripping? Good god, was he a damn schoolboy with the way she made him nervous? She wasn't the first woman he'd had over him despite the fact it had been well over a decade since he had anything close to this. Yet something unique about her had him wanting to be as close to her possible.

Slow. He was the one that insisted and he knew it would be better if they took time, at least some time, before fumbling together. ]

If I ever touch you in a way you do not want... [ A soft reminder. She's more than in her right to tell him off. ]

[mahalakshmi]

I have never let anyone take those liberties with me. [ That at least she can assure him. Pulling back levelly to meet his gaze flatly. ] I tend to make it plain when it comes to such matters.

[ She settles a little further of him, where she's - well, slow, no good to crowd him now. Nor her, as she presses her fingers to her lips, smiling into them. A thought coming back to her, seemed half a world away now. ] Which - there might be a young man that I made it expressly clear to this evening about what would happen to his mouth if he dare put it to my skin.

[ It might have involved a sword, it might have involved acid. Who knew. Probably some guard, that he went white and complained to about her indecency too. Hopefully he just went off and claimed to someone else about some half mad woman. ]