[ It's true; all they've done, all they've known for the last... forever is making sure that others are taken care of. So who is to say they aren't allowed to take a little time for themselves? They are allowed to be selfish, too. Here, at least, where the chains of fate and duty aren't totally shackled to them, at least.
And she's enjoyed the time that she's gotten to spend with Nyx. He's always been kind and caring, he's always watching out for not only her best interest, but for every other person he meets as well. He's charming, he's amusing, and he's filled the void of some rather lonely evenings. Talking about their childhoods or things that they'd done at home as they lay in the dark, preparing for sleep... he has no idea how much she enjoys those conversations and his comforting presence.
Not that she can voice that much right now. Perhaps later, when things aren't so heated as they are at the moment; he's thrown her for a total loop. She's never done anything like this before, and her body isn't sure what it's meant to process first. It's overwhelming in the best way possible, so much so that she can't even bring herself to be demure or embarrassed.
Her hands move down his back and around to his sides so that she can tug his shirt up and over his head, tossing it off to the side without so much as a second thought. Her hands press against his torso and slide down, fingertips mapping out every inch of skin that they can find, tracing over hard muscle built over the course of many years of hard work.
He manages to pull a soft gasp from her, however, when his knee is suddenly replaced with his fingers, and she can't help but roll her hips up against his gentle fingers. Her own hands trail down to his belt, and her fingers fumble to get it undone. But when it falls open, she manages to maneuver his pants open so that she can dip her hand inside so that she can gently wrap her fingers around his hardening length, closing her hand around him as she slowly begins to stroke him. ]
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Date: 2019-10-28 03:19 am (UTC)And she's enjoyed the time that she's gotten to spend with Nyx. He's always been kind and caring, he's always watching out for not only her best interest, but for every other person he meets as well. He's charming, he's amusing, and he's filled the void of some rather lonely evenings. Talking about their childhoods or things that they'd done at home as they lay in the dark, preparing for sleep... he has no idea how much she enjoys those conversations and his comforting presence.
Not that she can voice that much right now. Perhaps later, when things aren't so heated as they are at the moment; he's thrown her for a total loop. She's never done anything like this before, and her body isn't sure what it's meant to process first. It's overwhelming in the best way possible, so much so that she can't even bring herself to be demure or embarrassed.
Her hands move down his back and around to his sides so that she can tug his shirt up and over his head, tossing it off to the side without so much as a second thought. Her hands press against his torso and slide down, fingertips mapping out every inch of skin that they can find, tracing over hard muscle built over the course of many years of hard work.
He manages to pull a soft gasp from her, however, when his knee is suddenly replaced with his fingers, and she can't help but roll her hips up against his gentle fingers. Her own hands trail down to his belt, and her fingers fumble to get it undone. But when it falls open, she manages to maneuver his pants open so that she can dip her hand inside so that she can gently wrap her fingers around his hardening length, closing her hand around him as she slowly begins to stroke him. ]