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An invitation to the Dimitrou manor had arrived and Evangelina was trying to keep herself composed as she readied herself. She’d not gotten too much of an opportunity to talk to him at Theo’s wedding before they’d gotten caught up into King Irakle’s death, and since the wedding… she’d be perfectly honest. Evangelina was a little concerned that perhaps he’d realized what an absolutely crazy folly it was to marry her. He’s crazy. This is crazy. I am crazy. She paused for half of a moment for that thought to occur and her to question herself. With a calming exhale, she took a glance around her room and it reminded her why she’d started on this crazy mission.
He might have said she was just fine the way she was but it didn’t stop her from wanting to prove that she was worth whatever happiness he was willing to gamble on this. Choosing a buttery yellow silk chiton, maybe it wasn’t the most sophisticated color but there was something about the soft golden color and her dark eyes that complimented one another. The hems, sleeves, and neckline were all trimmed in a black embroidered meander pattern to draw the eyes away from the fact that she was not weighed down with jewelry. The servant finished the thick fishtail braid on her chestnut hair and faded into the background as she fetched the sandals that laced up the length of Evangelina’s calves. They wouldn’t be completely invisible except when a step was taken and the mid-thigh slit would gape to offer a glance at her shapely leg.
In the looking glass, Evie gave one last look at herself. With a satisfied and encouraging smile to herself, she didn’t look back as she left the room. Her aunt and Nana were still gone and Imma was engrossed in some new painting. Uncle Georgios had quite a busy business load this time of year to attend too, so no one would notice whether she was here or there or the Gods only knew where. Honestly, what would her parents have said to the lack of supervision around this household? If they’d known they’d have probably whisked her back to Acharist as quickly as possible. Now, that was a thought. An inward snort and a roll of her eyes were the only reaction to that thought as she climbed into the waiting liter.
It’d have been more enjoyable to ride the short distance to Kalospiti Dimitrou but it was imperative in her mind that Lord Gavriil see that she wasn’t constantly in some sort of a crisis or situation. Saying a silent pleading prayer upwards to the Gods, she wanted just this one day… this one day to prove that she was worth the gamble. Her hands wrung softly against the liter’s pillowed seats as she stared out the window. A tremble shot through her, what if he was asking her to his house to tell her he’d entirely changed his mind and that she was back at step one. What if… She wiped a sweaty palm against fabric nervously. What if she ended up having to proposition Nikos?
Leaning her head back against the wall, her eyes closed. What if he never felt anything for her? Was it wise to put her trust into him? Nikos would make her absolutely miserable but he wouldn’t break her heart again, she knew how he was. The worthy inherit. The Leventi mantra echoed through her thoughts offering some solace. Whatever, Lord Gavriil had decided… whatever happened she would take it and she’d make the absolute most of it.
‘We are here, my lady.’
She’d not even noticed it, opening her eyes she let her gaze settle upon the manor. From the outside, it was well-kept though a bit dated in design. A sudden flash of a thought of her mother’s comforting yet elegant bearing came to mind, she was born to a family that gambled. Strong headed women and men who tested the limits. Finding some semblance of confidence she stepped out of the liter. Lord Gavriil was a gamble she wanted to make, she just hoped his broken heart could find a place for her there.
The pint-sized Leventi was shown in and she found her eyes widening slightly at the decor. Giving a side-eye to a couple of giant mounted stag heads on the wall, she stepped quickly past them. The furnishings all appeared well kept but archaic in design. The colors were pleasing. Deep earth tones that reminded her of a velvet night in the forest. The fire in the hearths seemed to be burning despite the temperatures not being incredibly cold.
Bracing herself, she walked down the hallway towards the study that she was being directed too. A servant stepped in to announce her arrival and then opened the door and motioned her inside before she stepped into Gavriil’s lair. Trying not to glance around with avid curiosity, her gaze settled firmly upon the man in question and she offered a faint almost-smile and a little dip of a curtsy, “If you’ve changed your mind just say it quick. I hate when people deliver bad news and draw it out prolonging the awkwardness.”
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An invitation to the Dimitrou manor had arrived and Evangelina was trying to keep herself composed as she readied herself. She’d not gotten too much of an opportunity to talk to him at Theo’s wedding before they’d gotten caught up into King Irakle’s death, and since the wedding… she’d be perfectly honest. Evangelina was a little concerned that perhaps he’d realized what an absolutely crazy folly it was to marry her. He’s crazy. This is crazy. I am crazy. She paused for half of a moment for that thought to occur and her to question herself. With a calming exhale, she took a glance around her room and it reminded her why she’d started on this crazy mission.
He might have said she was just fine the way she was but it didn’t stop her from wanting to prove that she was worth whatever happiness he was willing to gamble on this. Choosing a buttery yellow silk chiton, maybe it wasn’t the most sophisticated color but there was something about the soft golden color and her dark eyes that complimented one another. The hems, sleeves, and neckline were all trimmed in a black embroidered meander pattern to draw the eyes away from the fact that she was not weighed down with jewelry. The servant finished the thick fishtail braid on her chestnut hair and faded into the background as she fetched the sandals that laced up the length of Evangelina’s calves. They wouldn’t be completely invisible except when a step was taken and the mid-thigh slit would gape to offer a glance at her shapely leg.
In the looking glass, Evie gave one last look at herself. With a satisfied and encouraging smile to herself, she didn’t look back as she left the room. Her aunt and Nana were still gone and Imma was engrossed in some new painting. Uncle Georgios had quite a busy business load this time of year to attend too, so no one would notice whether she was here or there or the Gods only knew where. Honestly, what would her parents have said to the lack of supervision around this household? If they’d known they’d have probably whisked her back to Acharist as quickly as possible. Now, that was a thought. An inward snort and a roll of her eyes were the only reaction to that thought as she climbed into the waiting liter.
It’d have been more enjoyable to ride the short distance to Kalospiti Dimitrou but it was imperative in her mind that Lord Gavriil see that she wasn’t constantly in some sort of a crisis or situation. Saying a silent pleading prayer upwards to the Gods, she wanted just this one day… this one day to prove that she was worth the gamble. Her hands wrung softly against the liter’s pillowed seats as she stared out the window. A tremble shot through her, what if he was asking her to his house to tell her he’d entirely changed his mind and that she was back at step one. What if… She wiped a sweaty palm against fabric nervously. What if she ended up having to proposition Nikos?
Leaning her head back against the wall, her eyes closed. What if he never felt anything for her? Was it wise to put her trust into him? Nikos would make her absolutely miserable but he wouldn’t break her heart again, she knew how he was. The worthy inherit. The Leventi mantra echoed through her thoughts offering some solace. Whatever, Lord Gavriil had decided… whatever happened she would take it and she’d make the absolute most of it.
‘We are here, my lady.’
She’d not even noticed it, opening her eyes she let her gaze settle upon the manor. From the outside, it was well-kept though a bit dated in design. A sudden flash of a thought of her mother’s comforting yet elegant bearing came to mind, she was born to a family that gambled. Strong headed women and men who tested the limits. Finding some semblance of confidence she stepped out of the liter. Lord Gavriil was a gamble she wanted to make, she just hoped his broken heart could find a place for her there.
The pint-sized Leventi was shown in and she found her eyes widening slightly at the decor. Giving a side-eye to a couple of giant mounted stag heads on the wall, she stepped quickly past them. The furnishings all appeared well kept but archaic in design. The colors were pleasing. Deep earth tones that reminded her of a velvet night in the forest. The fire in the hearths seemed to be burning despite the temperatures not being incredibly cold.
Bracing herself, she walked down the hallway towards the study that she was being directed too. A servant stepped in to announce her arrival and then opened the door and motioned her inside before she stepped into Gavriil’s lair. Trying not to glance around with avid curiosity, her gaze settled firmly upon the man in question and she offered a faint almost-smile and a little dip of a curtsy, “If you’ve changed your mind just say it quick. I hate when people deliver bad news and draw it out prolonging the awkwardness.”
An invitation to the Dimitrou manor had arrived and Evangelina was trying to keep herself composed as she readied herself. She’d not gotten too much of an opportunity to talk to him at Theo’s wedding before they’d gotten caught up into King Irakle’s death, and since the wedding… she’d be perfectly honest. Evangelina was a little concerned that perhaps he’d realized what an absolutely crazy folly it was to marry her. He’s crazy. This is crazy. I am crazy. She paused for half of a moment for that thought to occur and her to question herself. With a calming exhale, she took a glance around her room and it reminded her why she’d started on this crazy mission.
He might have said she was just fine the way she was but it didn’t stop her from wanting to prove that she was worth whatever happiness he was willing to gamble on this. Choosing a buttery yellow silk chiton, maybe it wasn’t the most sophisticated color but there was something about the soft golden color and her dark eyes that complimented one another. The hems, sleeves, and neckline were all trimmed in a black embroidered meander pattern to draw the eyes away from the fact that she was not weighed down with jewelry. The servant finished the thick fishtail braid on her chestnut hair and faded into the background as she fetched the sandals that laced up the length of Evangelina’s calves. They wouldn’t be completely invisible except when a step was taken and the mid-thigh slit would gape to offer a glance at her shapely leg.
In the looking glass, Evie gave one last look at herself. With a satisfied and encouraging smile to herself, she didn’t look back as she left the room. Her aunt and Nana were still gone and Imma was engrossed in some new painting. Uncle Georgios had quite a busy business load this time of year to attend too, so no one would notice whether she was here or there or the Gods only knew where. Honestly, what would her parents have said to the lack of supervision around this household? If they’d known they’d have probably whisked her back to Acharist as quickly as possible. Now, that was a thought. An inward snort and a roll of her eyes were the only reaction to that thought as she climbed into the waiting liter.
It’d have been more enjoyable to ride the short distance to Kalospiti Dimitrou but it was imperative in her mind that Lord Gavriil see that she wasn’t constantly in some sort of a crisis or situation. Saying a silent pleading prayer upwards to the Gods, she wanted just this one day… this one day to prove that she was worth the gamble. Her hands wrung softly against the liter’s pillowed seats as she stared out the window. A tremble shot through her, what if he was asking her to his house to tell her he’d entirely changed his mind and that she was back at step one. What if… She wiped a sweaty palm against fabric nervously. What if she ended up having to proposition Nikos?
Leaning her head back against the wall, her eyes closed. What if he never felt anything for her? Was it wise to put her trust into him? Nikos would make her absolutely miserable but he wouldn’t break her heart again, she knew how he was. The worthy inherit. The Leventi mantra echoed through her thoughts offering some solace. Whatever, Lord Gavriil had decided… whatever happened she would take it and she’d make the absolute most of it.
‘We are here, my lady.’
She’d not even noticed it, opening her eyes she let her gaze settle upon the manor. From the outside, it was well-kept though a bit dated in design. A sudden flash of a thought of her mother’s comforting yet elegant bearing came to mind, she was born to a family that gambled. Strong headed women and men who tested the limits. Finding some semblance of confidence she stepped out of the liter. Lord Gavriil was a gamble she wanted to make, she just hoped his broken heart could find a place for her there.
The pint-sized Leventi was shown in and she found her eyes widening slightly at the decor. Giving a side-eye to a couple of giant mounted stag heads on the wall, she stepped quickly past them. The furnishings all appeared well kept but archaic in design. The colors were pleasing. Deep earth tones that reminded her of a velvet night in the forest. The fire in the hearths seemed to be burning despite the temperatures not being incredibly cold.
Bracing herself, she walked down the hallway towards the study that she was being directed too. A servant stepped in to announce her arrival and then opened the door and motioned her inside before she stepped into Gavriil’s lair. Trying not to glance around with avid curiosity, her gaze settled firmly upon the man in question and she offered a faint almost-smile and a little dip of a curtsy, “If you’ve changed your mind just say it quick. I hate when people deliver bad news and draw it out prolonging the awkwardness.”
In his letter to her, he’d displayed none of the uncharacteristic traits it had taken to even write the thing. The one she had received was clear and to the point. A concise “come over at this time” sort of thing, with very little flourish and no explanation, but he’d decided she didn’t need one, and she would come. Of that he was positive. He’d have to be a dolt to miss her signs like he had been intentionally doing before, out of long habit. Now? He could see them easily and had begun to study her behavior like he did everything else. But in order to learn, he needed time. Besides, the wedding had not been the ideal place to talk, especially with Irakles dying and ruining conversation. Even in death the man was demanding of attention.
That simple letter had taken him a few sheets of paper and the once she’d never receive fed the fire in the grate on the left wall of his desk. This office was different than the one at home. It was smaller, for one thing, and brighter on the wrong side, for another. He liked the light coming in behind him, with a fireplace in front and bookshelves surrounding him. Here, the window was to his right, only bookshelves were behind him, the fire was to the far right, so he’d have to turn his head in order to see it, and the door, rather than being way off across the room, was too close, depositing whoever came in here immediately into his vision, rather than him having to look up and decide they were present. But, like at home, there was a huge fur rug of a brown bear, and two chairs facing each other by the fire.
As soon as Evangelina was announced, Gavriil stood, another thing he didn’t usually do, and waited for her to appear with only the tips of his fingers resting on the desk’s smooth top. She moved into the room, looking like a blazing beam of sunlight, eyes bright, and already speaking as she approached.
“If you’ve changed your mind just say it quick. I hate when people deliver bad news and draw it out prolonging the awkwardness.”
He raised his eyebrows but kept the desk between them, like it was some sort of safeguard. But, that was cowardly, and so he came around, though he didn’t actually touch her. Instead, he leaned his hip against his desk and folded his arms across his chest. What armor she wore.
“I haven’t changed my mind,” he said just to alleviate her worries. “Though, the awkwardness is what I am seeking to eliminate.” He gestured for the servant who was currently peeking through the door crack to come in. A tray of goat cheese, small rounds of flat bread, and grapes were laid out and left on his desk. There was no table in this room. “Help yourself, if you like,” he didn’t move away from the desk. She’d have to move around him if she wanted the food.
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In his letter to her, he’d displayed none of the uncharacteristic traits it had taken to even write the thing. The one she had received was clear and to the point. A concise “come over at this time” sort of thing, with very little flourish and no explanation, but he’d decided she didn’t need one, and she would come. Of that he was positive. He’d have to be a dolt to miss her signs like he had been intentionally doing before, out of long habit. Now? He could see them easily and had begun to study her behavior like he did everything else. But in order to learn, he needed time. Besides, the wedding had not been the ideal place to talk, especially with Irakles dying and ruining conversation. Even in death the man was demanding of attention.
That simple letter had taken him a few sheets of paper and the once she’d never receive fed the fire in the grate on the left wall of his desk. This office was different than the one at home. It was smaller, for one thing, and brighter on the wrong side, for another. He liked the light coming in behind him, with a fireplace in front and bookshelves surrounding him. Here, the window was to his right, only bookshelves were behind him, the fire was to the far right, so he’d have to turn his head in order to see it, and the door, rather than being way off across the room, was too close, depositing whoever came in here immediately into his vision, rather than him having to look up and decide they were present. But, like at home, there was a huge fur rug of a brown bear, and two chairs facing each other by the fire.
As soon as Evangelina was announced, Gavriil stood, another thing he didn’t usually do, and waited for her to appear with only the tips of his fingers resting on the desk’s smooth top. She moved into the room, looking like a blazing beam of sunlight, eyes bright, and already speaking as she approached.
“If you’ve changed your mind just say it quick. I hate when people deliver bad news and draw it out prolonging the awkwardness.”
He raised his eyebrows but kept the desk between them, like it was some sort of safeguard. But, that was cowardly, and so he came around, though he didn’t actually touch her. Instead, he leaned his hip against his desk and folded his arms across his chest. What armor she wore.
“I haven’t changed my mind,” he said just to alleviate her worries. “Though, the awkwardness is what I am seeking to eliminate.” He gestured for the servant who was currently peeking through the door crack to come in. A tray of goat cheese, small rounds of flat bread, and grapes were laid out and left on his desk. There was no table in this room. “Help yourself, if you like,” he didn’t move away from the desk. She’d have to move around him if she wanted the food.
In his letter to her, he’d displayed none of the uncharacteristic traits it had taken to even write the thing. The one she had received was clear and to the point. A concise “come over at this time” sort of thing, with very little flourish and no explanation, but he’d decided she didn’t need one, and she would come. Of that he was positive. He’d have to be a dolt to miss her signs like he had been intentionally doing before, out of long habit. Now? He could see them easily and had begun to study her behavior like he did everything else. But in order to learn, he needed time. Besides, the wedding had not been the ideal place to talk, especially with Irakles dying and ruining conversation. Even in death the man was demanding of attention.
That simple letter had taken him a few sheets of paper and the once she’d never receive fed the fire in the grate on the left wall of his desk. This office was different than the one at home. It was smaller, for one thing, and brighter on the wrong side, for another. He liked the light coming in behind him, with a fireplace in front and bookshelves surrounding him. Here, the window was to his right, only bookshelves were behind him, the fire was to the far right, so he’d have to turn his head in order to see it, and the door, rather than being way off across the room, was too close, depositing whoever came in here immediately into his vision, rather than him having to look up and decide they were present. But, like at home, there was a huge fur rug of a brown bear, and two chairs facing each other by the fire.
As soon as Evangelina was announced, Gavriil stood, another thing he didn’t usually do, and waited for her to appear with only the tips of his fingers resting on the desk’s smooth top. She moved into the room, looking like a blazing beam of sunlight, eyes bright, and already speaking as she approached.
“If you’ve changed your mind just say it quick. I hate when people deliver bad news and draw it out prolonging the awkwardness.”
He raised his eyebrows but kept the desk between them, like it was some sort of safeguard. But, that was cowardly, and so he came around, though he didn’t actually touch her. Instead, he leaned his hip against his desk and folded his arms across his chest. What armor she wore.
“I haven’t changed my mind,” he said just to alleviate her worries. “Though, the awkwardness is what I am seeking to eliminate.” He gestured for the servant who was currently peeking through the door crack to come in. A tray of goat cheese, small rounds of flat bread, and grapes were laid out and left on his desk. There was no table in this room. “Help yourself, if you like,” he didn’t move away from the desk. She’d have to move around him if she wanted the food.
The room she was deposited into wasn’t at all what she had expected from him. It was bright with sunlight, small, and full of a cozy sort of warmth. For the briefest of moments, she gave in to the desire to glance about. It was an improvement to her father and uncle’s studies, they had always brought to mind a cave the way they seemed to enclose in on a person, trapping them. Her gaze lingered for a moment on the bear rug in a bit of a daze. She’d ignore the dead animals in the house. That was as far as her glance got before she was standing in front of him.
He wasn’t a largely built man but he took up space… a lot of it. She could almost feel the areas his body had roped off as personal space and it generated an urge to test the boundaries. Would she bounce off the bubble he’d created around himself, or if she pressed forward with enough force would it pop causing her to fall inside of Gavriil’s magic bubble? Just standing there with the desk between them, he radiated a feeling of, ‘this is my space’. That should have put her off but instead, with him it only made her want to disrupt his sanctuary.
Evangelina’s words slowly died as she spoke as he raised a curious eyebrow at her. She didn’t know what to do with herself as he stepped around the side of the desk, removing the boundary between them. Blinking, she followed the movement and fought the urge to step back and give him and his bubble room. He positioned himself in front of her, not quite touching her, his hip leaning against the desk. It was a confident, easy move on his part. Calm and collected and it effectively rattled her cage.
‘I haven’t changed my mind.’
If it was said to quell her uneasy mind, it didn’t do much. He had created an entirely different sort of concern in her. He’d never struck her as being self-conscious but he had struck her has constrained; yet in that very moment, there was a different sort of confidence in his mannerism. It was the first time she’d perhaps seen him look like the renowned hunter that he was. Every sense of logic she had was alerting her of there being a hunter in the room. The room felt smaller, almost like it was pushing them together.
‘Though, the awkwardness is what I am seeking to eliminate.’
The very air in her lungs hitched in her chest unsure if it was in the process of being inhaled or exhaled from her body. The fire in the room crackled quietly and the cozy warmth seemed to be spreading and filling her up. He made a gesture to someone behind her causing her to jump a little and glance behind her only to have to shuffle a step or two closer to Gavriil to make sure she was far enough out of way to let the servant take the tray of refreshments and set it on his desk and excuse himself.
‘Help yourself, if you like.’
Darting her gaze back to him from the tray of food, she blinked. There was absolutely no way to get to the food without pressing past him. She hadn’t been hungry when she’d arrived but she was an incurable nervous eater, and she’d bypassed nervous several seconds earlier and gone straight to edgy. He was deliciously baiting her, tempting her to do something she had told herself she wasn’t going to do. Unaware of her own actions, she licked her lips and weighed her options.
Was she strong enough to play this game? Catching her bottom lip between her teeth, she nibbled on it. Her experience with men wasn’t nearly as extensive as her cousins. Theo or Pia or even Selene and Nana would know how to respond in this scenario but it was now very apparent that she’d maybe spent too much time with the horses and not enough gathering life experiences.
Lifting her dark eyes that had fallen to the floor, and stepped towards his broad, lithe body that was blocking her. She lingered a hair’s breadth away but still careful not touch him. Looking up at him from her dark lashes, Evangelina offered him a faint but curious smile, “And what magical words do you have that’ll eliminate the awkwardness?”
Reaching past him, she snagged a grape and poked it into her mouth.
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The room she was deposited into wasn’t at all what she had expected from him. It was bright with sunlight, small, and full of a cozy sort of warmth. For the briefest of moments, she gave in to the desire to glance about. It was an improvement to her father and uncle’s studies, they had always brought to mind a cave the way they seemed to enclose in on a person, trapping them. Her gaze lingered for a moment on the bear rug in a bit of a daze. She’d ignore the dead animals in the house. That was as far as her glance got before she was standing in front of him.
He wasn’t a largely built man but he took up space… a lot of it. She could almost feel the areas his body had roped off as personal space and it generated an urge to test the boundaries. Would she bounce off the bubble he’d created around himself, or if she pressed forward with enough force would it pop causing her to fall inside of Gavriil’s magic bubble? Just standing there with the desk between them, he radiated a feeling of, ‘this is my space’. That should have put her off but instead, with him it only made her want to disrupt his sanctuary.
Evangelina’s words slowly died as she spoke as he raised a curious eyebrow at her. She didn’t know what to do with herself as he stepped around the side of the desk, removing the boundary between them. Blinking, she followed the movement and fought the urge to step back and give him and his bubble room. He positioned himself in front of her, not quite touching her, his hip leaning against the desk. It was a confident, easy move on his part. Calm and collected and it effectively rattled her cage.
‘I haven’t changed my mind.’
If it was said to quell her uneasy mind, it didn’t do much. He had created an entirely different sort of concern in her. He’d never struck her as being self-conscious but he had struck her has constrained; yet in that very moment, there was a different sort of confidence in his mannerism. It was the first time she’d perhaps seen him look like the renowned hunter that he was. Every sense of logic she had was alerting her of there being a hunter in the room. The room felt smaller, almost like it was pushing them together.
‘Though, the awkwardness is what I am seeking to eliminate.’
The very air in her lungs hitched in her chest unsure if it was in the process of being inhaled or exhaled from her body. The fire in the room crackled quietly and the cozy warmth seemed to be spreading and filling her up. He made a gesture to someone behind her causing her to jump a little and glance behind her only to have to shuffle a step or two closer to Gavriil to make sure she was far enough out of way to let the servant take the tray of refreshments and set it on his desk and excuse himself.
‘Help yourself, if you like.’
Darting her gaze back to him from the tray of food, she blinked. There was absolutely no way to get to the food without pressing past him. She hadn’t been hungry when she’d arrived but she was an incurable nervous eater, and she’d bypassed nervous several seconds earlier and gone straight to edgy. He was deliciously baiting her, tempting her to do something she had told herself she wasn’t going to do. Unaware of her own actions, she licked her lips and weighed her options.
Was she strong enough to play this game? Catching her bottom lip between her teeth, she nibbled on it. Her experience with men wasn’t nearly as extensive as her cousins. Theo or Pia or even Selene and Nana would know how to respond in this scenario but it was now very apparent that she’d maybe spent too much time with the horses and not enough gathering life experiences.
Lifting her dark eyes that had fallen to the floor, and stepped towards his broad, lithe body that was blocking her. She lingered a hair’s breadth away but still careful not touch him. Looking up at him from her dark lashes, Evangelina offered him a faint but curious smile, “And what magical words do you have that’ll eliminate the awkwardness?”
Reaching past him, she snagged a grape and poked it into her mouth.
The room she was deposited into wasn’t at all what she had expected from him. It was bright with sunlight, small, and full of a cozy sort of warmth. For the briefest of moments, she gave in to the desire to glance about. It was an improvement to her father and uncle’s studies, they had always brought to mind a cave the way they seemed to enclose in on a person, trapping them. Her gaze lingered for a moment on the bear rug in a bit of a daze. She’d ignore the dead animals in the house. That was as far as her glance got before she was standing in front of him.
He wasn’t a largely built man but he took up space… a lot of it. She could almost feel the areas his body had roped off as personal space and it generated an urge to test the boundaries. Would she bounce off the bubble he’d created around himself, or if she pressed forward with enough force would it pop causing her to fall inside of Gavriil’s magic bubble? Just standing there with the desk between them, he radiated a feeling of, ‘this is my space’. That should have put her off but instead, with him it only made her want to disrupt his sanctuary.
Evangelina’s words slowly died as she spoke as he raised a curious eyebrow at her. She didn’t know what to do with herself as he stepped around the side of the desk, removing the boundary between them. Blinking, she followed the movement and fought the urge to step back and give him and his bubble room. He positioned himself in front of her, not quite touching her, his hip leaning against the desk. It was a confident, easy move on his part. Calm and collected and it effectively rattled her cage.
‘I haven’t changed my mind.’
If it was said to quell her uneasy mind, it didn’t do much. He had created an entirely different sort of concern in her. He’d never struck her as being self-conscious but he had struck her has constrained; yet in that very moment, there was a different sort of confidence in his mannerism. It was the first time she’d perhaps seen him look like the renowned hunter that he was. Every sense of logic she had was alerting her of there being a hunter in the room. The room felt smaller, almost like it was pushing them together.
‘Though, the awkwardness is what I am seeking to eliminate.’
The very air in her lungs hitched in her chest unsure if it was in the process of being inhaled or exhaled from her body. The fire in the room crackled quietly and the cozy warmth seemed to be spreading and filling her up. He made a gesture to someone behind her causing her to jump a little and glance behind her only to have to shuffle a step or two closer to Gavriil to make sure she was far enough out of way to let the servant take the tray of refreshments and set it on his desk and excuse himself.
‘Help yourself, if you like.’
Darting her gaze back to him from the tray of food, she blinked. There was absolutely no way to get to the food without pressing past him. She hadn’t been hungry when she’d arrived but she was an incurable nervous eater, and she’d bypassed nervous several seconds earlier and gone straight to edgy. He was deliciously baiting her, tempting her to do something she had told herself she wasn’t going to do. Unaware of her own actions, she licked her lips and weighed her options.
Was she strong enough to play this game? Catching her bottom lip between her teeth, she nibbled on it. Her experience with men wasn’t nearly as extensive as her cousins. Theo or Pia or even Selene and Nana would know how to respond in this scenario but it was now very apparent that she’d maybe spent too much time with the horses and not enough gathering life experiences.
Lifting her dark eyes that had fallen to the floor, and stepped towards his broad, lithe body that was blocking her. She lingered a hair’s breadth away but still careful not touch him. Looking up at him from her dark lashes, Evangelina offered him a faint but curious smile, “And what magical words do you have that’ll eliminate the awkwardness?”
Reaching past him, she snagged a grape and poked it into her mouth.
“And what magical words do you have that’ll eliminate the awkwardness?” Evangelina asked as she looked up at him. He said nothing as she reached around him, close enough that he could feel her body heat but not actually touching yet, and snatched a grape. Gavriil watched as she placed the grape in her mouth and chewed slowly. What magical words indeed? There were none, unfortunately. None that he knew, anyway.
“Time,” he said. “Proximity.” There was no hidden meaning in his use of the term ‘proximity’. Like most things in his life, he was using his knowledge of how things worked in both life and in nature. Time and proximity were the things it took to develop trust between people. It was the same between man and beast. There were some foxes in the forest who acted like little pets around his youngest because when she came hunting with him, he’d place her in her own little nook, and she brought treats. At first the animals hadn’t come near her, but after a long while of sitting still, and being kind, gradually Alexa coaxed wild foxes into her lap. Now she could go out and simply call them. They would come scampering out from the underbrush.
There wasn’t much time to be too misunderstood, if she was inclined to take it that way, because there was a short “purrip!” and then a large, fluffy white cat jumped up onto the desk, flicking its tail at Evangelina and rubbing its body up against Gavriil’s back. It purred loudly and blinked huge yellow eyes at the two of them before turning around and batting at the platter, sending grapes scattering everywhere. The cat then jumped down and chased one of the grapes across the floor, batting at it each time it got close enough, sending its purple makeshift toy spiralling further across the room.
“Artemis!” Gavriil sighed and bent down to gather the spilled grapes. “That animal,” he said, pointing a finger in the cat’s direction. “Is the reason I was down at the cove.” The grapes were positively everywhere. The whole cluster had fallen on the floor and subsequently exploded, launching little round spheres every possible direction, making it not safe to step anywhere without looking. “I hope you didn’t have your heart set on these,” Gavriil said to Evangelina without looking at her.
He wasn’t terribly irritated anymore. This sort of thing was normal, now that Alexa’s pet had run of the house. Glancing at Evangelina, he lifted a brow. “I hope you don’t hate cats.” Because this hooligan certainly wasn’t going anywhere for a good long time.
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“And what magical words do you have that’ll eliminate the awkwardness?” Evangelina asked as she looked up at him. He said nothing as she reached around him, close enough that he could feel her body heat but not actually touching yet, and snatched a grape. Gavriil watched as she placed the grape in her mouth and chewed slowly. What magical words indeed? There were none, unfortunately. None that he knew, anyway.
“Time,” he said. “Proximity.” There was no hidden meaning in his use of the term ‘proximity’. Like most things in his life, he was using his knowledge of how things worked in both life and in nature. Time and proximity were the things it took to develop trust between people. It was the same between man and beast. There were some foxes in the forest who acted like little pets around his youngest because when she came hunting with him, he’d place her in her own little nook, and she brought treats. At first the animals hadn’t come near her, but after a long while of sitting still, and being kind, gradually Alexa coaxed wild foxes into her lap. Now she could go out and simply call them. They would come scampering out from the underbrush.
There wasn’t much time to be too misunderstood, if she was inclined to take it that way, because there was a short “purrip!” and then a large, fluffy white cat jumped up onto the desk, flicking its tail at Evangelina and rubbing its body up against Gavriil’s back. It purred loudly and blinked huge yellow eyes at the two of them before turning around and batting at the platter, sending grapes scattering everywhere. The cat then jumped down and chased one of the grapes across the floor, batting at it each time it got close enough, sending its purple makeshift toy spiralling further across the room.
“Artemis!” Gavriil sighed and bent down to gather the spilled grapes. “That animal,” he said, pointing a finger in the cat’s direction. “Is the reason I was down at the cove.” The grapes were positively everywhere. The whole cluster had fallen on the floor and subsequently exploded, launching little round spheres every possible direction, making it not safe to step anywhere without looking. “I hope you didn’t have your heart set on these,” Gavriil said to Evangelina without looking at her.
He wasn’t terribly irritated anymore. This sort of thing was normal, now that Alexa’s pet had run of the house. Glancing at Evangelina, he lifted a brow. “I hope you don’t hate cats.” Because this hooligan certainly wasn’t going anywhere for a good long time.
“And what magical words do you have that’ll eliminate the awkwardness?” Evangelina asked as she looked up at him. He said nothing as she reached around him, close enough that he could feel her body heat but not actually touching yet, and snatched a grape. Gavriil watched as she placed the grape in her mouth and chewed slowly. What magical words indeed? There were none, unfortunately. None that he knew, anyway.
“Time,” he said. “Proximity.” There was no hidden meaning in his use of the term ‘proximity’. Like most things in his life, he was using his knowledge of how things worked in both life and in nature. Time and proximity were the things it took to develop trust between people. It was the same between man and beast. There were some foxes in the forest who acted like little pets around his youngest because when she came hunting with him, he’d place her in her own little nook, and she brought treats. At first the animals hadn’t come near her, but after a long while of sitting still, and being kind, gradually Alexa coaxed wild foxes into her lap. Now she could go out and simply call them. They would come scampering out from the underbrush.
There wasn’t much time to be too misunderstood, if she was inclined to take it that way, because there was a short “purrip!” and then a large, fluffy white cat jumped up onto the desk, flicking its tail at Evangelina and rubbing its body up against Gavriil’s back. It purred loudly and blinked huge yellow eyes at the two of them before turning around and batting at the platter, sending grapes scattering everywhere. The cat then jumped down and chased one of the grapes across the floor, batting at it each time it got close enough, sending its purple makeshift toy spiralling further across the room.
“Artemis!” Gavriil sighed and bent down to gather the spilled grapes. “That animal,” he said, pointing a finger in the cat’s direction. “Is the reason I was down at the cove.” The grapes were positively everywhere. The whole cluster had fallen on the floor and subsequently exploded, launching little round spheres every possible direction, making it not safe to step anywhere without looking. “I hope you didn’t have your heart set on these,” Gavriil said to Evangelina without looking at her.
He wasn’t terribly irritated anymore. This sort of thing was normal, now that Alexa’s pet had run of the house. Glancing at Evangelina, he lifted a brow. “I hope you don’t hate cats.” Because this hooligan certainly wasn’t going anywhere for a good long time.
There were some men who when answering her question with the simple words, time and proximity, could have caused a chill down her spine and a need to step closer… to press herself up against them. However, it was rather sad that she was fairly certain her husband-to-be hadn’t meant it in that manner. It was even sadder than she was growing rather to expect the detached sort of attachment he had. If he wanted her, she wasn’t certain about it. Where he was concerned, she wasn’t certain about much except that he was a man of his word and that he wasn’t the same sort of man she was used too.
Stepping back to where she’d been standing, she softly chewed on the grape and then swallowed and licked her lips, her gaze dropping to the floor as she processed what he’d said. She wasn’t sure she agreed with him. Time and proximity didn’t always remove the awkwardness, sometimes it was harder than that. Sometimes you simply had to push past the awkwardness to the root of the problem. And in those cases, time and proximity only made the awkwardness worse.
One hand came up to scratch gently at her neck as she stared down at the floor in thought. She didn’t really want to seem combative with him over everything, it was something you had to pick and choose your battles but she wanted to be honest too. Honest about how she felt, what she thought, and what she believed in at the very least. If he couldn’t accept that about her, she needed to know, didn’t she?
A white ball of fluff interrupted her thoughts, causing her dark eyes to follow the movement as it jumped up rubbing itself against Gavriil. Evangelina blinked as she watched it bump the platter off the desk, knowing it was disrupting their conversation and simply not caring. The platter clanked to the floor sending the contents rolling in all directions.
‘Artemis!’ Gavriil bent and started to clean up the mess the puckish creature had created, ‘That animal...is the reason I was down at the cove.’ Some of the lines of tension in her face relaxed and she smiled, her hand lifted the hem of her dress a little allowing her to kneel down beside him and help pick up the grapes that had scattered over his floor.
“Well, whatever the reason… I am awfully glad you were at the cove that day,” She half laughed as she reached for a couple of the grapes and set the back upon the platter. If he hadn’t been at the cove that day, she probably wouldn’t have been here today… nor would she have gotten to spend that time with him.
‘I hope you didn’t have your heart set on these.’ He didn’t glance at her as he spoke which only caused her smile to soften a bit more. ‘I hope you don’t hate cats.’
Reaching out she set her arm on his forearm, “They are just grapes and it’s just a bit of dirt. We can have them washed off and they’ll be good as new.” Tilting her head a little she tried to meet his glance, “And no, I don’t hate cats… as a matter of fact my I do believe my parents still haven’t found all the paw prints my cat has painted around the house during my… ‘I’m going to be an artist phase.’.” She chuckled, her hand falling away from his arm and she reached for another grape on the floor.
“If you need more time and proximity to make you feel more comfortable with the two of us… take all the time that you need.” Evangelina focused on picking up another grape, “I do not have a lot of experience with men and I can’t keep throwing myself at you… what little pride I have left is currently rather bruised.” She tried to smile a little at that, it wasn’t his fault her pride was a little bruised but hers for not being able to read situations very good. “So…,” She paused, inhaling a deep breath. “When you are ready… I’ll be here… just sort of steer me to what you want of me.”
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There were some men who when answering her question with the simple words, time and proximity, could have caused a chill down her spine and a need to step closer… to press herself up against them. However, it was rather sad that she was fairly certain her husband-to-be hadn’t meant it in that manner. It was even sadder than she was growing rather to expect the detached sort of attachment he had. If he wanted her, she wasn’t certain about it. Where he was concerned, she wasn’t certain about much except that he was a man of his word and that he wasn’t the same sort of man she was used too.
Stepping back to where she’d been standing, she softly chewed on the grape and then swallowed and licked her lips, her gaze dropping to the floor as she processed what he’d said. She wasn’t sure she agreed with him. Time and proximity didn’t always remove the awkwardness, sometimes it was harder than that. Sometimes you simply had to push past the awkwardness to the root of the problem. And in those cases, time and proximity only made the awkwardness worse.
One hand came up to scratch gently at her neck as she stared down at the floor in thought. She didn’t really want to seem combative with him over everything, it was something you had to pick and choose your battles but she wanted to be honest too. Honest about how she felt, what she thought, and what she believed in at the very least. If he couldn’t accept that about her, she needed to know, didn’t she?
A white ball of fluff interrupted her thoughts, causing her dark eyes to follow the movement as it jumped up rubbing itself against Gavriil. Evangelina blinked as she watched it bump the platter off the desk, knowing it was disrupting their conversation and simply not caring. The platter clanked to the floor sending the contents rolling in all directions.
‘Artemis!’ Gavriil bent and started to clean up the mess the puckish creature had created, ‘That animal...is the reason I was down at the cove.’ Some of the lines of tension in her face relaxed and she smiled, her hand lifted the hem of her dress a little allowing her to kneel down beside him and help pick up the grapes that had scattered over his floor.
“Well, whatever the reason… I am awfully glad you were at the cove that day,” She half laughed as she reached for a couple of the grapes and set the back upon the platter. If he hadn’t been at the cove that day, she probably wouldn’t have been here today… nor would she have gotten to spend that time with him.
‘I hope you didn’t have your heart set on these.’ He didn’t glance at her as he spoke which only caused her smile to soften a bit more. ‘I hope you don’t hate cats.’
Reaching out she set her arm on his forearm, “They are just grapes and it’s just a bit of dirt. We can have them washed off and they’ll be good as new.” Tilting her head a little she tried to meet his glance, “And no, I don’t hate cats… as a matter of fact my I do believe my parents still haven’t found all the paw prints my cat has painted around the house during my… ‘I’m going to be an artist phase.’.” She chuckled, her hand falling away from his arm and she reached for another grape on the floor.
“If you need more time and proximity to make you feel more comfortable with the two of us… take all the time that you need.” Evangelina focused on picking up another grape, “I do not have a lot of experience with men and I can’t keep throwing myself at you… what little pride I have left is currently rather bruised.” She tried to smile a little at that, it wasn’t his fault her pride was a little bruised but hers for not being able to read situations very good. “So…,” She paused, inhaling a deep breath. “When you are ready… I’ll be here… just sort of steer me to what you want of me.”
There were some men who when answering her question with the simple words, time and proximity, could have caused a chill down her spine and a need to step closer… to press herself up against them. However, it was rather sad that she was fairly certain her husband-to-be hadn’t meant it in that manner. It was even sadder than she was growing rather to expect the detached sort of attachment he had. If he wanted her, she wasn’t certain about it. Where he was concerned, she wasn’t certain about much except that he was a man of his word and that he wasn’t the same sort of man she was used too.
Stepping back to where she’d been standing, she softly chewed on the grape and then swallowed and licked her lips, her gaze dropping to the floor as she processed what he’d said. She wasn’t sure she agreed with him. Time and proximity didn’t always remove the awkwardness, sometimes it was harder than that. Sometimes you simply had to push past the awkwardness to the root of the problem. And in those cases, time and proximity only made the awkwardness worse.
One hand came up to scratch gently at her neck as she stared down at the floor in thought. She didn’t really want to seem combative with him over everything, it was something you had to pick and choose your battles but she wanted to be honest too. Honest about how she felt, what she thought, and what she believed in at the very least. If he couldn’t accept that about her, she needed to know, didn’t she?
A white ball of fluff interrupted her thoughts, causing her dark eyes to follow the movement as it jumped up rubbing itself against Gavriil. Evangelina blinked as she watched it bump the platter off the desk, knowing it was disrupting their conversation and simply not caring. The platter clanked to the floor sending the contents rolling in all directions.
‘Artemis!’ Gavriil bent and started to clean up the mess the puckish creature had created, ‘That animal...is the reason I was down at the cove.’ Some of the lines of tension in her face relaxed and she smiled, her hand lifted the hem of her dress a little allowing her to kneel down beside him and help pick up the grapes that had scattered over his floor.
“Well, whatever the reason… I am awfully glad you were at the cove that day,” She half laughed as she reached for a couple of the grapes and set the back upon the platter. If he hadn’t been at the cove that day, she probably wouldn’t have been here today… nor would she have gotten to spend that time with him.
‘I hope you didn’t have your heart set on these.’ He didn’t glance at her as he spoke which only caused her smile to soften a bit more. ‘I hope you don’t hate cats.’
Reaching out she set her arm on his forearm, “They are just grapes and it’s just a bit of dirt. We can have them washed off and they’ll be good as new.” Tilting her head a little she tried to meet his glance, “And no, I don’t hate cats… as a matter of fact my I do believe my parents still haven’t found all the paw prints my cat has painted around the house during my… ‘I’m going to be an artist phase.’.” She chuckled, her hand falling away from his arm and she reached for another grape on the floor.
“If you need more time and proximity to make you feel more comfortable with the two of us… take all the time that you need.” Evangelina focused on picking up another grape, “I do not have a lot of experience with men and I can’t keep throwing myself at you… what little pride I have left is currently rather bruised.” She tried to smile a little at that, it wasn’t his fault her pride was a little bruised but hers for not being able to read situations very good. “So…,” She paused, inhaling a deep breath. “When you are ready… I’ll be here… just sort of steer me to what you want of me.”
“Well, whatever the reason… I am awfully glad you were at the cove that day," she laughed and it prompted a half smile from Gavriil, who was still picking up the wayward fruit.
The cove that had been, not the start, but the catalyst, at least, of his decision to propose to this woman. Their age difference was considerable but she didn’t seem to be in the least wise bothered by it and, to Gavriil, at least, he felt that he could change her life in the best way. She would not be an old woman when he passed on and she would be in full command of an estate of her own with an ancient name attached to it. If she did choose to remarry, she’d be in a much better position to do so than now.
The day at the cove wasn’t one he’d have put as a ‘day to treasure’ like she seemed to. Or, perhaps that was too strong. Likely she didn’t treasure it, but she didn’t seem to hold it in the same mortification category that he did. She hadn’t been the one wandering about naked with a basket. Though he was coming to appreciate what happened as a result of it.
He raised his eyebrows when she confessed to an ‘artistic phase’. The way she said it made it sound like she wasn’t overly successful at it or else, he suspected, it wouldn’t have been a phase. She’d have kept up with it. Absently he covered her hand on his forearm like she touched him all the time and gave a small squeeze before he busied himself with the rest of the grapes as he answered. “Neither of my daughters are very interested in the arts,” he said, rubbing at his chin now that all the grapes were back on the tray.Dorothea and Alexa were interested in nothing so sedentary as art and music, though they could do a little of both. Nothing proficient.
Gavriil stood and took the tray to the door where he instructed a servant to have them rewashed and brought back when that task was completed. He moved back towards her and the desk, though he didn’t go quite that far again. Instead he stopped by the chairs near the fireplace, leaning an arm on the chair’s back and listening to her as she spoke.
"If you need more time and proximity to make you feel more comfortable with the two of us… take all the time that you need. I do not have a lot of experience with men and I can’t keep throwing myself at you… what little pride I have left is currently rather bruised."
Throwing herself at him? He’d yet to see that, save for at the beach and even there, she hadn’t exactly been climbing all over him. On the one hand, that’d be nice. Gavriil was human like everyone else and Evangelina kept awakening portions of his life that had long lain dormant. No one really touched him anymore. His daughters occasionally gave him hugs but for the most part, he was in the presence of family and that was affection enough. Evangelina just kept touching him, little by little here and there. On his shoulder, his forearm, his hand. She appeared to be a physical person and Gavriil was unsure how best to proceed. He did not want to jump in with both feet only to find the water too shallow. On the other hand, he didn’t exactly want that to be the foundation of their whole relationship. She deserved better than that.
"So…When you are ready… I’ll be here… just sort of steer me to what you want of me."
Though she wasn’t outright saying it, she was basically spelling it out that she wanted more than he’d given thus far. Gavriil wasn’t completely sure that would be a good thing to do. For one, this was known to no one but themselves for the time being. For another, he didn’t want to be accused of having ulterior motives. He wanted his own behavior to be as above board as possible but, he reasoned, that didn’t mean he had to be completely cold, either.
Crossing over to where she stood, he reached for her hand and held it in one of his own. His blue gaze remained steadily on hers and he repeated, “Time and proximity.” Lacing his fingers through hers, he let his attention stray to her dress and the care she’d obviously taken in her appearance this morning. “You don’t have to throw yourself at me. My want of you is not that base.” He smirked just a little. “Would it ease your mind if I took you to bed right now?” This, he felt, was an obvious joke because there was no way she’d say yes.
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“Well, whatever the reason… I am awfully glad you were at the cove that day," she laughed and it prompted a half smile from Gavriil, who was still picking up the wayward fruit.
The cove that had been, not the start, but the catalyst, at least, of his decision to propose to this woman. Their age difference was considerable but she didn’t seem to be in the least wise bothered by it and, to Gavriil, at least, he felt that he could change her life in the best way. She would not be an old woman when he passed on and she would be in full command of an estate of her own with an ancient name attached to it. If she did choose to remarry, she’d be in a much better position to do so than now.
The day at the cove wasn’t one he’d have put as a ‘day to treasure’ like she seemed to. Or, perhaps that was too strong. Likely she didn’t treasure it, but she didn’t seem to hold it in the same mortification category that he did. She hadn’t been the one wandering about naked with a basket. Though he was coming to appreciate what happened as a result of it.
He raised his eyebrows when she confessed to an ‘artistic phase’. The way she said it made it sound like she wasn’t overly successful at it or else, he suspected, it wouldn’t have been a phase. She’d have kept up with it. Absently he covered her hand on his forearm like she touched him all the time and gave a small squeeze before he busied himself with the rest of the grapes as he answered. “Neither of my daughters are very interested in the arts,” he said, rubbing at his chin now that all the grapes were back on the tray.Dorothea and Alexa were interested in nothing so sedentary as art and music, though they could do a little of both. Nothing proficient.
Gavriil stood and took the tray to the door where he instructed a servant to have them rewashed and brought back when that task was completed. He moved back towards her and the desk, though he didn’t go quite that far again. Instead he stopped by the chairs near the fireplace, leaning an arm on the chair’s back and listening to her as she spoke.
"If you need more time and proximity to make you feel more comfortable with the two of us… take all the time that you need. I do not have a lot of experience with men and I can’t keep throwing myself at you… what little pride I have left is currently rather bruised."
Throwing herself at him? He’d yet to see that, save for at the beach and even there, she hadn’t exactly been climbing all over him. On the one hand, that’d be nice. Gavriil was human like everyone else and Evangelina kept awakening portions of his life that had long lain dormant. No one really touched him anymore. His daughters occasionally gave him hugs but for the most part, he was in the presence of family and that was affection enough. Evangelina just kept touching him, little by little here and there. On his shoulder, his forearm, his hand. She appeared to be a physical person and Gavriil was unsure how best to proceed. He did not want to jump in with both feet only to find the water too shallow. On the other hand, he didn’t exactly want that to be the foundation of their whole relationship. She deserved better than that.
"So…When you are ready… I’ll be here… just sort of steer me to what you want of me."
Though she wasn’t outright saying it, she was basically spelling it out that she wanted more than he’d given thus far. Gavriil wasn’t completely sure that would be a good thing to do. For one, this was known to no one but themselves for the time being. For another, he didn’t want to be accused of having ulterior motives. He wanted his own behavior to be as above board as possible but, he reasoned, that didn’t mean he had to be completely cold, either.
Crossing over to where she stood, he reached for her hand and held it in one of his own. His blue gaze remained steadily on hers and he repeated, “Time and proximity.” Lacing his fingers through hers, he let his attention stray to her dress and the care she’d obviously taken in her appearance this morning. “You don’t have to throw yourself at me. My want of you is not that base.” He smirked just a little. “Would it ease your mind if I took you to bed right now?” This, he felt, was an obvious joke because there was no way she’d say yes.
“Well, whatever the reason… I am awfully glad you were at the cove that day," she laughed and it prompted a half smile from Gavriil, who was still picking up the wayward fruit.
The cove that had been, not the start, but the catalyst, at least, of his decision to propose to this woman. Their age difference was considerable but she didn’t seem to be in the least wise bothered by it and, to Gavriil, at least, he felt that he could change her life in the best way. She would not be an old woman when he passed on and she would be in full command of an estate of her own with an ancient name attached to it. If she did choose to remarry, she’d be in a much better position to do so than now.
The day at the cove wasn’t one he’d have put as a ‘day to treasure’ like she seemed to. Or, perhaps that was too strong. Likely she didn’t treasure it, but she didn’t seem to hold it in the same mortification category that he did. She hadn’t been the one wandering about naked with a basket. Though he was coming to appreciate what happened as a result of it.
He raised his eyebrows when she confessed to an ‘artistic phase’. The way she said it made it sound like she wasn’t overly successful at it or else, he suspected, it wouldn’t have been a phase. She’d have kept up with it. Absently he covered her hand on his forearm like she touched him all the time and gave a small squeeze before he busied himself with the rest of the grapes as he answered. “Neither of my daughters are very interested in the arts,” he said, rubbing at his chin now that all the grapes were back on the tray.Dorothea and Alexa were interested in nothing so sedentary as art and music, though they could do a little of both. Nothing proficient.
Gavriil stood and took the tray to the door where he instructed a servant to have them rewashed and brought back when that task was completed. He moved back towards her and the desk, though he didn’t go quite that far again. Instead he stopped by the chairs near the fireplace, leaning an arm on the chair’s back and listening to her as she spoke.
"If you need more time and proximity to make you feel more comfortable with the two of us… take all the time that you need. I do not have a lot of experience with men and I can’t keep throwing myself at you… what little pride I have left is currently rather bruised."
Throwing herself at him? He’d yet to see that, save for at the beach and even there, she hadn’t exactly been climbing all over him. On the one hand, that’d be nice. Gavriil was human like everyone else and Evangelina kept awakening portions of his life that had long lain dormant. No one really touched him anymore. His daughters occasionally gave him hugs but for the most part, he was in the presence of family and that was affection enough. Evangelina just kept touching him, little by little here and there. On his shoulder, his forearm, his hand. She appeared to be a physical person and Gavriil was unsure how best to proceed. He did not want to jump in with both feet only to find the water too shallow. On the other hand, he didn’t exactly want that to be the foundation of their whole relationship. She deserved better than that.
"So…When you are ready… I’ll be here… just sort of steer me to what you want of me."
Though she wasn’t outright saying it, she was basically spelling it out that she wanted more than he’d given thus far. Gavriil wasn’t completely sure that would be a good thing to do. For one, this was known to no one but themselves for the time being. For another, he didn’t want to be accused of having ulterior motives. He wanted his own behavior to be as above board as possible but, he reasoned, that didn’t mean he had to be completely cold, either.
Crossing over to where she stood, he reached for her hand and held it in one of his own. His blue gaze remained steadily on hers and he repeated, “Time and proximity.” Lacing his fingers through hers, he let his attention stray to her dress and the care she’d obviously taken in her appearance this morning. “You don’t have to throw yourself at me. My want of you is not that base.” He smirked just a little. “Would it ease your mind if I took you to bed right now?” This, he felt, was an obvious joke because there was no way she’d say yes.
The morning sunlight was sparkling through the window filtering a glow of light down onto the floor as they picked up the grapes. She wanted to bask there a moment in the warmth of the sun and the peaceful ambiance of his study. It really wouldn’t have taken much for her to wind herself around him, rubbing up against him as his daughter’s cat had done only a few moments earlier. That thought produced a small secretive smile against her lips, her bristly lashes fluttering down to hide her eyes. It’d caused her to pause for the fraction of second.
She wasn’t usually a physical contact person, but there was something about the gruff exterior of the man there next to her that made her feel safe and secure and… somehow a little less fractured. That night at the cove and the way his arms had come around her holding her together in those moments of silence… something had shifted in her something she’d not really expected. Maybe she didn’t feel that same bursting lust she’d felt with… It didn’t matter. With Gavriil, she felt safe, as if she might have been something treasured. And that was the only sensible reason she had for all of the small touches and the way she was opening up to him a little bit at a time.
Her dark eyes slanted over to him when out of the corner of her eye she saw the slight rise in his eyebrows at her mention of the artistic phase. He was of course spot on that she possessed little to no talent in that. No, Imma cornered the market for artistic ability within their family.
‘Neither of my daughters are very interested in the arts.’
Evangelina’s eyes followed the movement of his hands to rub his chin as he thought about it. Softening her gaze she smiled and gave a small shrug, “We all have our own talents and interests.” It wasn’t the first time that she’d found her mother’s words slipping out of her lips. Ava of Leventi held rather open-minded views compared to most of the Leventi women and had passed them along to her children thankfully. “But I find there is an art in everything that we do…perhaps your daughters are like I am in that respect. I can’t draw or paint even in the slightest but just watching you with a bow… there is an art in that.” Tilting her head, she kept her liquid gaze pointed on his cooler gaze. “There is an art to the way you stand and hold the bow, the way your hand sets the arrow and draws back the string… there is an art in all of that.”
Suddenly feeling a little embarrassed for having noticed so much and even more embarrassed that she’d let it slip out of her mouth, Evangelina’s eyes dropped and her lips curved a little on one corner. Her cheeks pinked slightly, “Everyone is interested in arts to some degree but sometimes they don’t know it.”
She stood up, her hands brushing out the non-existent wrinkles in the fabric as she busied herself as he called the servant in and set the grapes out to be re-washed.
The pint-sized Leventi wasn’t the least bit sure how they’d drifted into this other part of their conversation, but after she’d spoken she had the strangest feeling she’d said something wrong or… maybe said too much. Her teeth caught her bottom lip and she found herself staring at him with her head tilted sideways a little. He confused her so much, left her reeling and baffled. Why was he so difficult to understand?
In an instant, he was standing in front of her reaching out for her hand and catching her by surprise. The feel of his skin against hers and the lazy way his fingers intertwined in hers caused her heart rate to spike. What was going on?
‘Time and Proximity.’ His deep voice teased her senses as those greyish-blue eyes slid down to the dress seeming to take her appearance in. ‘You don’t have to throw yourself at me. My want of you is not that base.’
Brown eyes went wide… she should have been thrilled that he didn’t just want her for that but something about it also felt a bit like a backhanded compliment. His want of her was not that base? She wasn’t even sure that he did want her that way… Evangelina didn’t have much of an opportunity to ruminate on that before he spoke again and she felt like a rug was pulled out from underneath her.
'Would it ease your mind if I took you to bed right now?’ There was a smirk on his lips and she had the slightest feeling he was laughing at her. She dropped her eyes, the pridefulness in her felt a bit insulted. Maybe she wasn’t like Eirini or Selene or Theo. Maybe she couldn’t look at him sideways and make him feel but she would have done anything if he’d asked her too.
Keeping her expression very careful and her eyes downward she let her Leventi theatrics come out. She bit her lip indecisively still not meeting his gaze. Her cheeks pinkening in vexation that could have been easily confused with demure embarrassment. Blinking her dark eyes, she kept them directed at the floor until she knew that all traces of understanding of his joke were erased.
“I...I….” She hesitated, so he wanted to tease her did he. Lifting earnest dark eyes full of warmth, she stepped closer to him. Pressing herself against him, the hand he’d been holding had let go of his and hand wrapped softly around his neck. Her voice dipped and came out as breathless as could make it, “Yes.”
Her fingers softly teased the nape of his neck as she stared up at him with as much heat as the fire crackling in the fireplace, “I want you to touch me...” She had to catch herself from letting her the soft teasing touch of her fingernails didn’t dig deeper into him for playing with her. Instead, her nail scraped slow and gentle with deliberate strokes against the skin of the back of his neck as she continued, “I want to taste you. I want you. Make love to me.”
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The morning sunlight was sparkling through the window filtering a glow of light down onto the floor as they picked up the grapes. She wanted to bask there a moment in the warmth of the sun and the peaceful ambiance of his study. It really wouldn’t have taken much for her to wind herself around him, rubbing up against him as his daughter’s cat had done only a few moments earlier. That thought produced a small secretive smile against her lips, her bristly lashes fluttering down to hide her eyes. It’d caused her to pause for the fraction of second.
She wasn’t usually a physical contact person, but there was something about the gruff exterior of the man there next to her that made her feel safe and secure and… somehow a little less fractured. That night at the cove and the way his arms had come around her holding her together in those moments of silence… something had shifted in her something she’d not really expected. Maybe she didn’t feel that same bursting lust she’d felt with… It didn’t matter. With Gavriil, she felt safe, as if she might have been something treasured. And that was the only sensible reason she had for all of the small touches and the way she was opening up to him a little bit at a time.
Her dark eyes slanted over to him when out of the corner of her eye she saw the slight rise in his eyebrows at her mention of the artistic phase. He was of course spot on that she possessed little to no talent in that. No, Imma cornered the market for artistic ability within their family.
‘Neither of my daughters are very interested in the arts.’
Evangelina’s eyes followed the movement of his hands to rub his chin as he thought about it. Softening her gaze she smiled and gave a small shrug, “We all have our own talents and interests.” It wasn’t the first time that she’d found her mother’s words slipping out of her lips. Ava of Leventi held rather open-minded views compared to most of the Leventi women and had passed them along to her children thankfully. “But I find there is an art in everything that we do…perhaps your daughters are like I am in that respect. I can’t draw or paint even in the slightest but just watching you with a bow… there is an art in that.” Tilting her head, she kept her liquid gaze pointed on his cooler gaze. “There is an art to the way you stand and hold the bow, the way your hand sets the arrow and draws back the string… there is an art in all of that.”
Suddenly feeling a little embarrassed for having noticed so much and even more embarrassed that she’d let it slip out of her mouth, Evangelina’s eyes dropped and her lips curved a little on one corner. Her cheeks pinked slightly, “Everyone is interested in arts to some degree but sometimes they don’t know it.”
She stood up, her hands brushing out the non-existent wrinkles in the fabric as she busied herself as he called the servant in and set the grapes out to be re-washed.
The pint-sized Leventi wasn’t the least bit sure how they’d drifted into this other part of their conversation, but after she’d spoken she had the strangest feeling she’d said something wrong or… maybe said too much. Her teeth caught her bottom lip and she found herself staring at him with her head tilted sideways a little. He confused her so much, left her reeling and baffled. Why was he so difficult to understand?
In an instant, he was standing in front of her reaching out for her hand and catching her by surprise. The feel of his skin against hers and the lazy way his fingers intertwined in hers caused her heart rate to spike. What was going on?
‘Time and Proximity.’ His deep voice teased her senses as those greyish-blue eyes slid down to the dress seeming to take her appearance in. ‘You don’t have to throw yourself at me. My want of you is not that base.’
Brown eyes went wide… she should have been thrilled that he didn’t just want her for that but something about it also felt a bit like a backhanded compliment. His want of her was not that base? She wasn’t even sure that he did want her that way… Evangelina didn’t have much of an opportunity to ruminate on that before he spoke again and she felt like a rug was pulled out from underneath her.
'Would it ease your mind if I took you to bed right now?’ There was a smirk on his lips and she had the slightest feeling he was laughing at her. She dropped her eyes, the pridefulness in her felt a bit insulted. Maybe she wasn’t like Eirini or Selene or Theo. Maybe she couldn’t look at him sideways and make him feel but she would have done anything if he’d asked her too.
Keeping her expression very careful and her eyes downward she let her Leventi theatrics come out. She bit her lip indecisively still not meeting his gaze. Her cheeks pinkening in vexation that could have been easily confused with demure embarrassment. Blinking her dark eyes, she kept them directed at the floor until she knew that all traces of understanding of his joke were erased.
“I...I….” She hesitated, so he wanted to tease her did he. Lifting earnest dark eyes full of warmth, she stepped closer to him. Pressing herself against him, the hand he’d been holding had let go of his and hand wrapped softly around his neck. Her voice dipped and came out as breathless as could make it, “Yes.”
Her fingers softly teased the nape of his neck as she stared up at him with as much heat as the fire crackling in the fireplace, “I want you to touch me...” She had to catch herself from letting her the soft teasing touch of her fingernails didn’t dig deeper into him for playing with her. Instead, her nail scraped slow and gentle with deliberate strokes against the skin of the back of his neck as she continued, “I want to taste you. I want you. Make love to me.”
The morning sunlight was sparkling through the window filtering a glow of light down onto the floor as they picked up the grapes. She wanted to bask there a moment in the warmth of the sun and the peaceful ambiance of his study. It really wouldn’t have taken much for her to wind herself around him, rubbing up against him as his daughter’s cat had done only a few moments earlier. That thought produced a small secretive smile against her lips, her bristly lashes fluttering down to hide her eyes. It’d caused her to pause for the fraction of second.
She wasn’t usually a physical contact person, but there was something about the gruff exterior of the man there next to her that made her feel safe and secure and… somehow a little less fractured. That night at the cove and the way his arms had come around her holding her together in those moments of silence… something had shifted in her something she’d not really expected. Maybe she didn’t feel that same bursting lust she’d felt with… It didn’t matter. With Gavriil, she felt safe, as if she might have been something treasured. And that was the only sensible reason she had for all of the small touches and the way she was opening up to him a little bit at a time.
Her dark eyes slanted over to him when out of the corner of her eye she saw the slight rise in his eyebrows at her mention of the artistic phase. He was of course spot on that she possessed little to no talent in that. No, Imma cornered the market for artistic ability within their family.
‘Neither of my daughters are very interested in the arts.’
Evangelina’s eyes followed the movement of his hands to rub his chin as he thought about it. Softening her gaze she smiled and gave a small shrug, “We all have our own talents and interests.” It wasn’t the first time that she’d found her mother’s words slipping out of her lips. Ava of Leventi held rather open-minded views compared to most of the Leventi women and had passed them along to her children thankfully. “But I find there is an art in everything that we do…perhaps your daughters are like I am in that respect. I can’t draw or paint even in the slightest but just watching you with a bow… there is an art in that.” Tilting her head, she kept her liquid gaze pointed on his cooler gaze. “There is an art to the way you stand and hold the bow, the way your hand sets the arrow and draws back the string… there is an art in all of that.”
Suddenly feeling a little embarrassed for having noticed so much and even more embarrassed that she’d let it slip out of her mouth, Evangelina’s eyes dropped and her lips curved a little on one corner. Her cheeks pinked slightly, “Everyone is interested in arts to some degree but sometimes they don’t know it.”
She stood up, her hands brushing out the non-existent wrinkles in the fabric as she busied herself as he called the servant in and set the grapes out to be re-washed.
The pint-sized Leventi wasn’t the least bit sure how they’d drifted into this other part of their conversation, but after she’d spoken she had the strangest feeling she’d said something wrong or… maybe said too much. Her teeth caught her bottom lip and she found herself staring at him with her head tilted sideways a little. He confused her so much, left her reeling and baffled. Why was he so difficult to understand?
In an instant, he was standing in front of her reaching out for her hand and catching her by surprise. The feel of his skin against hers and the lazy way his fingers intertwined in hers caused her heart rate to spike. What was going on?
‘Time and Proximity.’ His deep voice teased her senses as those greyish-blue eyes slid down to the dress seeming to take her appearance in. ‘You don’t have to throw yourself at me. My want of you is not that base.’
Brown eyes went wide… she should have been thrilled that he didn’t just want her for that but something about it also felt a bit like a backhanded compliment. His want of her was not that base? She wasn’t even sure that he did want her that way… Evangelina didn’t have much of an opportunity to ruminate on that before he spoke again and she felt like a rug was pulled out from underneath her.
'Would it ease your mind if I took you to bed right now?’ There was a smirk on his lips and she had the slightest feeling he was laughing at her. She dropped her eyes, the pridefulness in her felt a bit insulted. Maybe she wasn’t like Eirini or Selene or Theo. Maybe she couldn’t look at him sideways and make him feel but she would have done anything if he’d asked her too.
Keeping her expression very careful and her eyes downward she let her Leventi theatrics come out. She bit her lip indecisively still not meeting his gaze. Her cheeks pinkening in vexation that could have been easily confused with demure embarrassment. Blinking her dark eyes, she kept them directed at the floor until she knew that all traces of understanding of his joke were erased.
“I...I….” She hesitated, so he wanted to tease her did he. Lifting earnest dark eyes full of warmth, she stepped closer to him. Pressing herself against him, the hand he’d been holding had let go of his and hand wrapped softly around his neck. Her voice dipped and came out as breathless as could make it, “Yes.”
Her fingers softly teased the nape of his neck as she stared up at him with as much heat as the fire crackling in the fireplace, “I want you to touch me...” She had to catch herself from letting her the soft teasing touch of her fingernails didn’t dig deeper into him for playing with her. Instead, her nail scraped slow and gentle with deliberate strokes against the skin of the back of his neck as she continued, “I want to taste you. I want you. Make love to me.”
At first, Gavriil thought nothing of her stepping closer to him, nor of the earnest expression behind her eyes. In the short time he’d come to know her, she’d often looked up at him this way. It was the sort of look she’d’ given him down at the cove when she’d kissed him. Or had he kissed her? He couldn’t remember which way around it had been or if it even mattered anymore. Though he’d been teasing, he couldn’t even feign surprise when she let go of his hand and pressed the length of her body against him. It was obvious she wasn’t taking his joke as such and he reached back, setting his hand over hers as she toyed with the hair at the nape of his neck, intending to remove it. This was straying into territory he’d not meant for it to go, except that she’d already agreed to marry him, hadn’t she? There was becoming less and less reason to tell her no, which was mildly alarming in its freedom.
“I want you to touch me...” As she spoke, his other hand rested against her lower back, and he parted his lips, drawing in breath to tell her...something. He hadn’t quite decided yet. The circles she made against his neck with her nails was distracting. “I want to taste you. I want you. Make love to me.” Unbidden images of him doing exactly that floated across his mind. Her lying across the bed upstairs, her dress not quite off, looking up at him with the same expression she was giving him now.
“Do you?” he dropped his hand away from hers and let it join his other one on her back. Settling down against the desk, he leaned down and kissed her, testing that out. There was no way he was going to let her talk him into taking her upstairs today. Her comment about ‘tasting him’ had him thinking something different than he assumed she was picturing, and he definitely wasn’t going to hold her to that today, either.
“We’re not alone,” he pulled back slightly, tipping her face up so that she’d look at him, though that likely wasn’t necessary. Alexa was bouncing about somewhere, though, to be truthful, she probably was gone. It was hard enough to keep her indoors and she and her sister were likely out somewhere. There’d been some mention of it at breakfast but no fixed time or destination. Either way, the point stood that they could be interrupted at any time.
He slid one hand up her back, bringing it up the back of her neck and into her hair, working on undoing the careful attention she’d given it earlier by working free pins and loops and braids, doing that unless she put a stop to it. “What then?” he leaned back down, brushing his lips against hers again, dropping his hand to her hip. “You go home? If I take you upstairs, I’d want you to stay.” Which he doubted very much she was prepared to do. If this little tryst was going to get started, he’d want all of it or none.
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At first, Gavriil thought nothing of her stepping closer to him, nor of the earnest expression behind her eyes. In the short time he’d come to know her, she’d often looked up at him this way. It was the sort of look she’d’ given him down at the cove when she’d kissed him. Or had he kissed her? He couldn’t remember which way around it had been or if it even mattered anymore. Though he’d been teasing, he couldn’t even feign surprise when she let go of his hand and pressed the length of her body against him. It was obvious she wasn’t taking his joke as such and he reached back, setting his hand over hers as she toyed with the hair at the nape of his neck, intending to remove it. This was straying into territory he’d not meant for it to go, except that she’d already agreed to marry him, hadn’t she? There was becoming less and less reason to tell her no, which was mildly alarming in its freedom.
“I want you to touch me...” As she spoke, his other hand rested against her lower back, and he parted his lips, drawing in breath to tell her...something. He hadn’t quite decided yet. The circles she made against his neck with her nails was distracting. “I want to taste you. I want you. Make love to me.” Unbidden images of him doing exactly that floated across his mind. Her lying across the bed upstairs, her dress not quite off, looking up at him with the same expression she was giving him now.
“Do you?” he dropped his hand away from hers and let it join his other one on her back. Settling down against the desk, he leaned down and kissed her, testing that out. There was no way he was going to let her talk him into taking her upstairs today. Her comment about ‘tasting him’ had him thinking something different than he assumed she was picturing, and he definitely wasn’t going to hold her to that today, either.
“We’re not alone,” he pulled back slightly, tipping her face up so that she’d look at him, though that likely wasn’t necessary. Alexa was bouncing about somewhere, though, to be truthful, she probably was gone. It was hard enough to keep her indoors and she and her sister were likely out somewhere. There’d been some mention of it at breakfast but no fixed time or destination. Either way, the point stood that they could be interrupted at any time.
He slid one hand up her back, bringing it up the back of her neck and into her hair, working on undoing the careful attention she’d given it earlier by working free pins and loops and braids, doing that unless she put a stop to it. “What then?” he leaned back down, brushing his lips against hers again, dropping his hand to her hip. “You go home? If I take you upstairs, I’d want you to stay.” Which he doubted very much she was prepared to do. If this little tryst was going to get started, he’d want all of it or none.
At first, Gavriil thought nothing of her stepping closer to him, nor of the earnest expression behind her eyes. In the short time he’d come to know her, she’d often looked up at him this way. It was the sort of look she’d’ given him down at the cove when she’d kissed him. Or had he kissed her? He couldn’t remember which way around it had been or if it even mattered anymore. Though he’d been teasing, he couldn’t even feign surprise when she let go of his hand and pressed the length of her body against him. It was obvious she wasn’t taking his joke as such and he reached back, setting his hand over hers as she toyed with the hair at the nape of his neck, intending to remove it. This was straying into territory he’d not meant for it to go, except that she’d already agreed to marry him, hadn’t she? There was becoming less and less reason to tell her no, which was mildly alarming in its freedom.
“I want you to touch me...” As she spoke, his other hand rested against her lower back, and he parted his lips, drawing in breath to tell her...something. He hadn’t quite decided yet. The circles she made against his neck with her nails was distracting. “I want to taste you. I want you. Make love to me.” Unbidden images of him doing exactly that floated across his mind. Her lying across the bed upstairs, her dress not quite off, looking up at him with the same expression she was giving him now.
“Do you?” he dropped his hand away from hers and let it join his other one on her back. Settling down against the desk, he leaned down and kissed her, testing that out. There was no way he was going to let her talk him into taking her upstairs today. Her comment about ‘tasting him’ had him thinking something different than he assumed she was picturing, and he definitely wasn’t going to hold her to that today, either.
“We’re not alone,” he pulled back slightly, tipping her face up so that she’d look at him, though that likely wasn’t necessary. Alexa was bouncing about somewhere, though, to be truthful, she probably was gone. It was hard enough to keep her indoors and she and her sister were likely out somewhere. There’d been some mention of it at breakfast but no fixed time or destination. Either way, the point stood that they could be interrupted at any time.
He slid one hand up her back, bringing it up the back of her neck and into her hair, working on undoing the careful attention she’d given it earlier by working free pins and loops and braids, doing that unless she put a stop to it. “What then?” he leaned back down, brushing his lips against hers again, dropping his hand to her hip. “You go home? If I take you upstairs, I’d want you to stay.” Which he doubted very much she was prepared to do. If this little tryst was going to get started, he’d want all of it or none.
The best memories came from bad ideas. The way his mouth parted at her words flooded her with a feeling of empowerment. She’d done that. She’d generated the desire that she saw flickering there in his eyes that had darkened as his thoughts drifted with her words. This was a terrible idea. She was playing with fire and the instant he questioned her she realized how truly terrible it really was. She did want it. Not today and not here in his study but she did want everything she’d just said.
“Yes,” She didn’t quite recognize the way her voice softly quivered the answer out as his lips came down and gently caressed hers. Her fingers paused in the lazy circles they’d been drawing at the nape of his neck as her focus was completely redirected to the warmth of his mouth and keeping herself from losing herself. There was still a newness to their kisses. Kissing him in the light of day was much different than the shadows of the secluded beach. That day at the cove it was her but then again… it wasn’t. Here. Now. It was all of Evangelina with no shadows to hide behind. A perplexed sigh freed itself from her as their mouths parted.
It took her a moment to drag her bewildered brown eyes up to him. She’d been kissed before and a bit more but somehow they suddenly felt superficial in comparison to Gavriil’s. She blinked up at him, staring at him as if she was still trying to figure out something. And she was. How were his kisses different? She didn’t realize her teeth captured her bottom lip and nibbled at it, except as soon as she did she tasted him on them reminding her and flooding her with warmth all over again.
‘We’re not alone.’ He shifted against her so that he could better look down at her. They weren’t alone? Who… She momentarily forgot that he still had daughters at home. Her cheeks pinkened, she wasn’t ready to stop experimenting with this new power that they seemed to wield on one another but the ideas of being heard or worse… caught produced a mild panic that almost caused her to skitter backward to a respectable distance.
One of her hands had fallen from behind his neck to rest upon his chest between them. She couldn’t think. In an instant, she realized that the reason she couldn’t think was that one of his hands was drifting slowly up her spine to the back of her neck. A shuttered softly at his touch. His fingers were carefully unpinning her all too willing rebellious dark hair. The movement had hypnotized her into heavy stillness. Any sudden movement could have caused her to crumble at his feet at that moment.
‘What then?’ She wasn’t even sure she was still breathing. His mouth captured hers again drawing her from this stunned state. This time she was a participant. Her hand on his chest tightened against the fabric while the hand on his neck pulled her closer to him. Melting against his broader frame, she shivered. Her mouth tasting as her tongue teased looking for a response from him. His hands shifted to her hips and she could feel the warmth of his hands holding her together. Her teeth caught his bottom lip for a moment before the kiss ended and she was staring up at him again in a newfound fascination.
‘You go home? If I take you upstairs, I’d want you to stay.’ That brought a smile to her lips. He’d want her to stay. Was it terrible that she’d have wanted to stay? Licking her lips, she leaned back just a little pressing her hips against him but tilting her chin up at him.
“You are making a very prudent argument for not going upstairs.” Evangelina’s voice was still hazy from the kisses. The hand that had rested on his chest slowly dipped lower past his chest and slipped down lower than his navel. Reaching down she brushed her hand against the desired object, the first graze was more curious and almost seemingly accidental, the second more exploratory. “Not today then.” She conceded… sort of. “Today we’ll just work on time and proximity.” Her warm gaze met his. Yes, today they’d just work on time and proximity through foreplay. The waiting would make things all the sweeter.
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The best memories came from bad ideas. The way his mouth parted at her words flooded her with a feeling of empowerment. She’d done that. She’d generated the desire that she saw flickering there in his eyes that had darkened as his thoughts drifted with her words. This was a terrible idea. She was playing with fire and the instant he questioned her she realized how truly terrible it really was. She did want it. Not today and not here in his study but she did want everything she’d just said.
“Yes,” She didn’t quite recognize the way her voice softly quivered the answer out as his lips came down and gently caressed hers. Her fingers paused in the lazy circles they’d been drawing at the nape of his neck as her focus was completely redirected to the warmth of his mouth and keeping herself from losing herself. There was still a newness to their kisses. Kissing him in the light of day was much different than the shadows of the secluded beach. That day at the cove it was her but then again… it wasn’t. Here. Now. It was all of Evangelina with no shadows to hide behind. A perplexed sigh freed itself from her as their mouths parted.
It took her a moment to drag her bewildered brown eyes up to him. She’d been kissed before and a bit more but somehow they suddenly felt superficial in comparison to Gavriil’s. She blinked up at him, staring at him as if she was still trying to figure out something. And she was. How were his kisses different? She didn’t realize her teeth captured her bottom lip and nibbled at it, except as soon as she did she tasted him on them reminding her and flooding her with warmth all over again.
‘We’re not alone.’ He shifted against her so that he could better look down at her. They weren’t alone? Who… She momentarily forgot that he still had daughters at home. Her cheeks pinkened, she wasn’t ready to stop experimenting with this new power that they seemed to wield on one another but the ideas of being heard or worse… caught produced a mild panic that almost caused her to skitter backward to a respectable distance.
One of her hands had fallen from behind his neck to rest upon his chest between them. She couldn’t think. In an instant, she realized that the reason she couldn’t think was that one of his hands was drifting slowly up her spine to the back of her neck. A shuttered softly at his touch. His fingers were carefully unpinning her all too willing rebellious dark hair. The movement had hypnotized her into heavy stillness. Any sudden movement could have caused her to crumble at his feet at that moment.
‘What then?’ She wasn’t even sure she was still breathing. His mouth captured hers again drawing her from this stunned state. This time she was a participant. Her hand on his chest tightened against the fabric while the hand on his neck pulled her closer to him. Melting against his broader frame, she shivered. Her mouth tasting as her tongue teased looking for a response from him. His hands shifted to her hips and she could feel the warmth of his hands holding her together. Her teeth caught his bottom lip for a moment before the kiss ended and she was staring up at him again in a newfound fascination.
‘You go home? If I take you upstairs, I’d want you to stay.’ That brought a smile to her lips. He’d want her to stay. Was it terrible that she’d have wanted to stay? Licking her lips, she leaned back just a little pressing her hips against him but tilting her chin up at him.
“You are making a very prudent argument for not going upstairs.” Evangelina’s voice was still hazy from the kisses. The hand that had rested on his chest slowly dipped lower past his chest and slipped down lower than his navel. Reaching down she brushed her hand against the desired object, the first graze was more curious and almost seemingly accidental, the second more exploratory. “Not today then.” She conceded… sort of. “Today we’ll just work on time and proximity.” Her warm gaze met his. Yes, today they’d just work on time and proximity through foreplay. The waiting would make things all the sweeter.
The best memories came from bad ideas. The way his mouth parted at her words flooded her with a feeling of empowerment. She’d done that. She’d generated the desire that she saw flickering there in his eyes that had darkened as his thoughts drifted with her words. This was a terrible idea. She was playing with fire and the instant he questioned her she realized how truly terrible it really was. She did want it. Not today and not here in his study but she did want everything she’d just said.
“Yes,” She didn’t quite recognize the way her voice softly quivered the answer out as his lips came down and gently caressed hers. Her fingers paused in the lazy circles they’d been drawing at the nape of his neck as her focus was completely redirected to the warmth of his mouth and keeping herself from losing herself. There was still a newness to their kisses. Kissing him in the light of day was much different than the shadows of the secluded beach. That day at the cove it was her but then again… it wasn’t. Here. Now. It was all of Evangelina with no shadows to hide behind. A perplexed sigh freed itself from her as their mouths parted.
It took her a moment to drag her bewildered brown eyes up to him. She’d been kissed before and a bit more but somehow they suddenly felt superficial in comparison to Gavriil’s. She blinked up at him, staring at him as if she was still trying to figure out something. And she was. How were his kisses different? She didn’t realize her teeth captured her bottom lip and nibbled at it, except as soon as she did she tasted him on them reminding her and flooding her with warmth all over again.
‘We’re not alone.’ He shifted against her so that he could better look down at her. They weren’t alone? Who… She momentarily forgot that he still had daughters at home. Her cheeks pinkened, she wasn’t ready to stop experimenting with this new power that they seemed to wield on one another but the ideas of being heard or worse… caught produced a mild panic that almost caused her to skitter backward to a respectable distance.
One of her hands had fallen from behind his neck to rest upon his chest between them. She couldn’t think. In an instant, she realized that the reason she couldn’t think was that one of his hands was drifting slowly up her spine to the back of her neck. A shuttered softly at his touch. His fingers were carefully unpinning her all too willing rebellious dark hair. The movement had hypnotized her into heavy stillness. Any sudden movement could have caused her to crumble at his feet at that moment.
‘What then?’ She wasn’t even sure she was still breathing. His mouth captured hers again drawing her from this stunned state. This time she was a participant. Her hand on his chest tightened against the fabric while the hand on his neck pulled her closer to him. Melting against his broader frame, she shivered. Her mouth tasting as her tongue teased looking for a response from him. His hands shifted to her hips and she could feel the warmth of his hands holding her together. Her teeth caught his bottom lip for a moment before the kiss ended and she was staring up at him again in a newfound fascination.
‘You go home? If I take you upstairs, I’d want you to stay.’ That brought a smile to her lips. He’d want her to stay. Was it terrible that she’d have wanted to stay? Licking her lips, she leaned back just a little pressing her hips against him but tilting her chin up at him.
“You are making a very prudent argument for not going upstairs.” Evangelina’s voice was still hazy from the kisses. The hand that had rested on his chest slowly dipped lower past his chest and slipped down lower than his navel. Reaching down she brushed her hand against the desired object, the first graze was more curious and almost seemingly accidental, the second more exploratory. “Not today then.” She conceded… sort of. “Today we’ll just work on time and proximity.” Her warm gaze met his. Yes, today they’d just work on time and proximity through foreplay. The waiting would make things all the sweeter.
“You are making a very prudent argument for not going upstairs,” she agreed, hand sliding down his chest. His face remained close to hers. He wasn’t sure what he was doing anymore and whether or not this was a game or a real discussion. The worst part about what they were doing was that there was no one there to stop them. Or, him, more specifically. She seemed more than willing. If someone was going to pull the reins on this, it was likely going to have to be him and he was losing his reason for doing that, even as she agreed that he had solid points of logic.
His stomach muscles tightened in either an effort to get away from her fingertips or anticipation, he wasn’t sure. Before he could quite make up his mind, she’d drifted low enough to graze across him. He’d only been half way hard but by the time his hand left her hip to grab her wrist as she actively explored him, he was finding the familiar discomfort fully realized.
“Not today, then,” she looked up at him and he could have sworn there was laughter in her gaze. “Today we’ll just work on time and proximity.” Gavriil allowed himself a tight, ever so slight smile as she threw his own words back at him. There was something very reminiscent of her aunt in what she was doing and to that end, he decided to let her wrist go. He withdrew his other hand from her back and braced both back behind him against the edge of the desk. She had no clue what she was asking for. What it would mean. Or, maybe she did. It was difficult to tell anything, where she was concerned.
With her hair hanging loose over her shoulders, he couldn’t quite resist reaching out to run his fingers through it. “Not today,” he repeated and used his hold on her hair to bring her lips to his, drawing her into a kiss every bit as exploratory as her hand. She wouldn’t be able to accuse him of being distant after this afternoon, whatever happened. Strangely, he’d have assumed that there would have been a feeling of intensely needing to separate himself from her, the way he’d felt before. He did not have that sense now. Not now that there was an understanding between them. A plan as to what would happen in the future. That made the here and now quite a bit more laid back than it might have been if this was a clandestine meeting of some kind.
He’d shifted to brace back against the desk, but now he shifted again in order to free his hand so that he could run it along the curve of her back, down the swell of her backside, and onto her thigh. It was easy enough to slide beneath the fabric of her dress because of the slit in the skirt, which made bringing her thigh up to his hip and letting her knee rest against the edge of the desk was simple. She was safe enough at the moment because his clothes were still in the way but he finally broke the kiss to lift an eyebrow at her. Did she want to keep pressing him or had she learned her lesson yet?
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“You are making a very prudent argument for not going upstairs,” she agreed, hand sliding down his chest. His face remained close to hers. He wasn’t sure what he was doing anymore and whether or not this was a game or a real discussion. The worst part about what they were doing was that there was no one there to stop them. Or, him, more specifically. She seemed more than willing. If someone was going to pull the reins on this, it was likely going to have to be him and he was losing his reason for doing that, even as she agreed that he had solid points of logic.
His stomach muscles tightened in either an effort to get away from her fingertips or anticipation, he wasn’t sure. Before he could quite make up his mind, she’d drifted low enough to graze across him. He’d only been half way hard but by the time his hand left her hip to grab her wrist as she actively explored him, he was finding the familiar discomfort fully realized.
“Not today, then,” she looked up at him and he could have sworn there was laughter in her gaze. “Today we’ll just work on time and proximity.” Gavriil allowed himself a tight, ever so slight smile as she threw his own words back at him. There was something very reminiscent of her aunt in what she was doing and to that end, he decided to let her wrist go. He withdrew his other hand from her back and braced both back behind him against the edge of the desk. She had no clue what she was asking for. What it would mean. Or, maybe she did. It was difficult to tell anything, where she was concerned.
With her hair hanging loose over her shoulders, he couldn’t quite resist reaching out to run his fingers through it. “Not today,” he repeated and used his hold on her hair to bring her lips to his, drawing her into a kiss every bit as exploratory as her hand. She wouldn’t be able to accuse him of being distant after this afternoon, whatever happened. Strangely, he’d have assumed that there would have been a feeling of intensely needing to separate himself from her, the way he’d felt before. He did not have that sense now. Not now that there was an understanding between them. A plan as to what would happen in the future. That made the here and now quite a bit more laid back than it might have been if this was a clandestine meeting of some kind.
He’d shifted to brace back against the desk, but now he shifted again in order to free his hand so that he could run it along the curve of her back, down the swell of her backside, and onto her thigh. It was easy enough to slide beneath the fabric of her dress because of the slit in the skirt, which made bringing her thigh up to his hip and letting her knee rest against the edge of the desk was simple. She was safe enough at the moment because his clothes were still in the way but he finally broke the kiss to lift an eyebrow at her. Did she want to keep pressing him or had she learned her lesson yet?
“You are making a very prudent argument for not going upstairs,” she agreed, hand sliding down his chest. His face remained close to hers. He wasn’t sure what he was doing anymore and whether or not this was a game or a real discussion. The worst part about what they were doing was that there was no one there to stop them. Or, him, more specifically. She seemed more than willing. If someone was going to pull the reins on this, it was likely going to have to be him and he was losing his reason for doing that, even as she agreed that he had solid points of logic.
His stomach muscles tightened in either an effort to get away from her fingertips or anticipation, he wasn’t sure. Before he could quite make up his mind, she’d drifted low enough to graze across him. He’d only been half way hard but by the time his hand left her hip to grab her wrist as she actively explored him, he was finding the familiar discomfort fully realized.
“Not today, then,” she looked up at him and he could have sworn there was laughter in her gaze. “Today we’ll just work on time and proximity.” Gavriil allowed himself a tight, ever so slight smile as she threw his own words back at him. There was something very reminiscent of her aunt in what she was doing and to that end, he decided to let her wrist go. He withdrew his other hand from her back and braced both back behind him against the edge of the desk. She had no clue what she was asking for. What it would mean. Or, maybe she did. It was difficult to tell anything, where she was concerned.
With her hair hanging loose over her shoulders, he couldn’t quite resist reaching out to run his fingers through it. “Not today,” he repeated and used his hold on her hair to bring her lips to his, drawing her into a kiss every bit as exploratory as her hand. She wouldn’t be able to accuse him of being distant after this afternoon, whatever happened. Strangely, he’d have assumed that there would have been a feeling of intensely needing to separate himself from her, the way he’d felt before. He did not have that sense now. Not now that there was an understanding between them. A plan as to what would happen in the future. That made the here and now quite a bit more laid back than it might have been if this was a clandestine meeting of some kind.
He’d shifted to brace back against the desk, but now he shifted again in order to free his hand so that he could run it along the curve of her back, down the swell of her backside, and onto her thigh. It was easy enough to slide beneath the fabric of her dress because of the slit in the skirt, which made bringing her thigh up to his hip and letting her knee rest against the edge of the desk was simple. She was safe enough at the moment because his clothes were still in the way but he finally broke the kiss to lift an eyebrow at her. Did she want to keep pressing him or had she learned her lesson yet?
A thrill shot through Evangelina as the sinewy muscles under her palm tightened with the simplest of touches. It would have been easy to have become distracted but she was focused on the destination that her hands sought. There was a spark flashed in her dark eyes and she found herself drawn back to his hardening length. Her breathing hitched as her exploratory fondle became a possessive stroke of the shape. Innocent she might have been but she was curious to a fault. Did her touch excite him? Captivated dark eyes remained anchored to his as it continued to kindle the warmth inside her.
His hand wrapped around her wrist that had been stroking him through his clothing and for a couple of seconds time and space seemed to freeze. Had she done something wrong? Her words might have been cheeky as she’d teasingly tossed his own words back at him but the tight smile on his face left her wondering if she’d crossed a line that he wasn’t ready for. Was she asking for too much? And was he too stubborn tell her this wasn’t what he’d wanted? Uncertainty lingered there for a moment in her gaze. Did she go on? Or was this his asking her to stop. Those answers were temporarily forgotten as his hand let go of her hand and he surprised her.
Gavriil shifted. The hand that had been on her back now braced his very capable body against the edge of the desk giving her all the leeway and encouragement she needed to explore him. She swallowed hard as her gaze slowly ate him up. He was rugged and hardened from his outdoor lifestyle leaving him fitter than a good majority of men half of his age. She found herself powerless in the way she drifted closer, her hand giving him a farewell stroke before it slid up his chest as she let her fingertips learn him.
He reached out seeming as drawn to her at that moment as she was to him. Her chestnut hair had fallen into its usual disheveled mane. It wasn’t silky straightness of a well-groomed horse but rather the wild locks of a lion in the way that it framed her face. Gavriil echoed her words ‘Not today’, as his hand glided through it smoothly and he pulled her closer up against him to allow his to possessively capture hers. Her hands tightened against his clothing and the softest of throaty moans escaped her. She was fairly sure if she’d not been pressed against him as closely as she was she’d have been on the floor when her knees buckled. There wasn’t anything polite about the kiss. It wasn’t asking, it was taking and exploring. At that very moment, there wasn’t anything she could do except melt against him and giving in softly to his penetrating kiss.
A small quiver shook her. So absorbed in the kiss she almost missed that his hand was running along the length of the charming curvatures of her backside. Evangelina let out a surprised gasp at the warmth of his hand against her bare skin as he dipped it through the daring slit of her skirt to cup her thigh and direct it upwards. It was deliciously wanton. Unfamiliar but comfortable. When had this room gotten this warm? The openness of her hips grazing his hardened length. Blessed Aphrodite! She was unable to stop herself from shifting her hips to test the new position as she tentatively attempted to soothe some of the mild ache that was building within her.
The kiss broke off with a throaty moan from her. Her eyes flew open and she found him looking almost smugly down at her with a raised eyebrow. Dawning awareness replaced the dilated fire in her eyes as she glanced from him to the table to her knee on the table. Sudden panic started building turning into mortification. The pint-sized Leventi was pressed so close to him that it was a sheer miracle she wasn’t on the other side of him. The lustful pink tint that had been accompanying her excitement went straight to flustered red as her mouth softened, opening but her brain hadn’t started working so coherent words weren’t making it out of her yet.
“I…. Uh… Ummmmmm…… Oh Gods! I… This is embarrassing.” Her dark eyes couldn’t quite meet his at that moment as they shifted around the room trying to find something to focus on. His hand was still cupping the bare skin of her thigh as her knee rested on the desk. Dangerously close to hyperventilating, she babbled on. “Ohhhhh!” Eyes wide, she stared at his hand on her leg and her voice rose slightly higher in pitch from frustration, “I don’t usually climb men like trees…. I… I...I mean there was that one time but… I was actually climbing a tree and he just happened to be around to give me a boost and I was only eleven… maybe twelve… I can’t remember, but it was perfectly innocent.” She had to pause and take a deep breath which seemed to help. Blinking, she let the breath out and took another smaller breath before she nodded at her knee on the desk, “Is that where it was supposed to be?”
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A thrill shot through Evangelina as the sinewy muscles under her palm tightened with the simplest of touches. It would have been easy to have become distracted but she was focused on the destination that her hands sought. There was a spark flashed in her dark eyes and she found herself drawn back to his hardening length. Her breathing hitched as her exploratory fondle became a possessive stroke of the shape. Innocent she might have been but she was curious to a fault. Did her touch excite him? Captivated dark eyes remained anchored to his as it continued to kindle the warmth inside her.
His hand wrapped around her wrist that had been stroking him through his clothing and for a couple of seconds time and space seemed to freeze. Had she done something wrong? Her words might have been cheeky as she’d teasingly tossed his own words back at him but the tight smile on his face left her wondering if she’d crossed a line that he wasn’t ready for. Was she asking for too much? And was he too stubborn tell her this wasn’t what he’d wanted? Uncertainty lingered there for a moment in her gaze. Did she go on? Or was this his asking her to stop. Those answers were temporarily forgotten as his hand let go of her hand and he surprised her.
Gavriil shifted. The hand that had been on her back now braced his very capable body against the edge of the desk giving her all the leeway and encouragement she needed to explore him. She swallowed hard as her gaze slowly ate him up. He was rugged and hardened from his outdoor lifestyle leaving him fitter than a good majority of men half of his age. She found herself powerless in the way she drifted closer, her hand giving him a farewell stroke before it slid up his chest as she let her fingertips learn him.
He reached out seeming as drawn to her at that moment as she was to him. Her chestnut hair had fallen into its usual disheveled mane. It wasn’t silky straightness of a well-groomed horse but rather the wild locks of a lion in the way that it framed her face. Gavriil echoed her words ‘Not today’, as his hand glided through it smoothly and he pulled her closer up against him to allow his to possessively capture hers. Her hands tightened against his clothing and the softest of throaty moans escaped her. She was fairly sure if she’d not been pressed against him as closely as she was she’d have been on the floor when her knees buckled. There wasn’t anything polite about the kiss. It wasn’t asking, it was taking and exploring. At that very moment, there wasn’t anything she could do except melt against him and giving in softly to his penetrating kiss.
A small quiver shook her. So absorbed in the kiss she almost missed that his hand was running along the length of the charming curvatures of her backside. Evangelina let out a surprised gasp at the warmth of his hand against her bare skin as he dipped it through the daring slit of her skirt to cup her thigh and direct it upwards. It was deliciously wanton. Unfamiliar but comfortable. When had this room gotten this warm? The openness of her hips grazing his hardened length. Blessed Aphrodite! She was unable to stop herself from shifting her hips to test the new position as she tentatively attempted to soothe some of the mild ache that was building within her.
The kiss broke off with a throaty moan from her. Her eyes flew open and she found him looking almost smugly down at her with a raised eyebrow. Dawning awareness replaced the dilated fire in her eyes as she glanced from him to the table to her knee on the table. Sudden panic started building turning into mortification. The pint-sized Leventi was pressed so close to him that it was a sheer miracle she wasn’t on the other side of him. The lustful pink tint that had been accompanying her excitement went straight to flustered red as her mouth softened, opening but her brain hadn’t started working so coherent words weren’t making it out of her yet.
“I…. Uh… Ummmmmm…… Oh Gods! I… This is embarrassing.” Her dark eyes couldn’t quite meet his at that moment as they shifted around the room trying to find something to focus on. His hand was still cupping the bare skin of her thigh as her knee rested on the desk. Dangerously close to hyperventilating, she babbled on. “Ohhhhh!” Eyes wide, she stared at his hand on her leg and her voice rose slightly higher in pitch from frustration, “I don’t usually climb men like trees…. I… I...I mean there was that one time but… I was actually climbing a tree and he just happened to be around to give me a boost and I was only eleven… maybe twelve… I can’t remember, but it was perfectly innocent.” She had to pause and take a deep breath which seemed to help. Blinking, she let the breath out and took another smaller breath before she nodded at her knee on the desk, “Is that where it was supposed to be?”
A thrill shot through Evangelina as the sinewy muscles under her palm tightened with the simplest of touches. It would have been easy to have become distracted but she was focused on the destination that her hands sought. There was a spark flashed in her dark eyes and she found herself drawn back to his hardening length. Her breathing hitched as her exploratory fondle became a possessive stroke of the shape. Innocent she might have been but she was curious to a fault. Did her touch excite him? Captivated dark eyes remained anchored to his as it continued to kindle the warmth inside her.
His hand wrapped around her wrist that had been stroking him through his clothing and for a couple of seconds time and space seemed to freeze. Had she done something wrong? Her words might have been cheeky as she’d teasingly tossed his own words back at him but the tight smile on his face left her wondering if she’d crossed a line that he wasn’t ready for. Was she asking for too much? And was he too stubborn tell her this wasn’t what he’d wanted? Uncertainty lingered there for a moment in her gaze. Did she go on? Or was this his asking her to stop. Those answers were temporarily forgotten as his hand let go of her hand and he surprised her.
Gavriil shifted. The hand that had been on her back now braced his very capable body against the edge of the desk giving her all the leeway and encouragement she needed to explore him. She swallowed hard as her gaze slowly ate him up. He was rugged and hardened from his outdoor lifestyle leaving him fitter than a good majority of men half of his age. She found herself powerless in the way she drifted closer, her hand giving him a farewell stroke before it slid up his chest as she let her fingertips learn him.
He reached out seeming as drawn to her at that moment as she was to him. Her chestnut hair had fallen into its usual disheveled mane. It wasn’t silky straightness of a well-groomed horse but rather the wild locks of a lion in the way that it framed her face. Gavriil echoed her words ‘Not today’, as his hand glided through it smoothly and he pulled her closer up against him to allow his to possessively capture hers. Her hands tightened against his clothing and the softest of throaty moans escaped her. She was fairly sure if she’d not been pressed against him as closely as she was she’d have been on the floor when her knees buckled. There wasn’t anything polite about the kiss. It wasn’t asking, it was taking and exploring. At that very moment, there wasn’t anything she could do except melt against him and giving in softly to his penetrating kiss.
A small quiver shook her. So absorbed in the kiss she almost missed that his hand was running along the length of the charming curvatures of her backside. Evangelina let out a surprised gasp at the warmth of his hand against her bare skin as he dipped it through the daring slit of her skirt to cup her thigh and direct it upwards. It was deliciously wanton. Unfamiliar but comfortable. When had this room gotten this warm? The openness of her hips grazing his hardened length. Blessed Aphrodite! She was unable to stop herself from shifting her hips to test the new position as she tentatively attempted to soothe some of the mild ache that was building within her.
The kiss broke off with a throaty moan from her. Her eyes flew open and she found him looking almost smugly down at her with a raised eyebrow. Dawning awareness replaced the dilated fire in her eyes as she glanced from him to the table to her knee on the table. Sudden panic started building turning into mortification. The pint-sized Leventi was pressed so close to him that it was a sheer miracle she wasn’t on the other side of him. The lustful pink tint that had been accompanying her excitement went straight to flustered red as her mouth softened, opening but her brain hadn’t started working so coherent words weren’t making it out of her yet.
“I…. Uh… Ummmmmm…… Oh Gods! I… This is embarrassing.” Her dark eyes couldn’t quite meet his at that moment as they shifted around the room trying to find something to focus on. His hand was still cupping the bare skin of her thigh as her knee rested on the desk. Dangerously close to hyperventilating, she babbled on. “Ohhhhh!” Eyes wide, she stared at his hand on her leg and her voice rose slightly higher in pitch from frustration, “I don’t usually climb men like trees…. I… I...I mean there was that one time but… I was actually climbing a tree and he just happened to be around to give me a boost and I was only eleven… maybe twelve… I can’t remember, but it was perfectly innocent.” She had to pause and take a deep breath which seemed to help. Blinking, she let the breath out and took another smaller breath before she nodded at her knee on the desk, “Is that where it was supposed to be?”
Gavriil’s lips didn’t take on the smugness that she saw, but the curve of the smile was just shy of smug. He watched her pink flush deepen into flowery red petals across her cheeks and her eyes widen in panic. This was all confirming what he’d been suspecting. She might want to toy with going too far, but she didn’t actually want to cross the line. Reality was usually different than fantasy.
“I…. Uh… Ummmmmm…… Oh Gods! I… This is embarrassing,” she stammered and he nearly let go of her then but she was looking around like she wasn’t totally stable on her feet and he kept his hold on her back and thigh, rather than unbalance her further as she let out another, “Ohhhhh!” His attention flicked to her chest as it rose up in down in abject panic. He could practically feel her heart fluttering against the cage of her ribs, manic to be free.
“I don’t usually climb men like trees…. I… I...I mean there was that one time but… I was actually climbing a tree and he just happened to be around to give me a boost and I was only eleven… maybe twelve… I can’t remember, but it was perfectly innocent.”
Gavriil rubbed soothing circles against the bottom of her thigh while she stuttered out an incoherent story he wasn’t able to follow overly well. It was difficult to figure out if she was just naming a time she’d climbed an actual tree, or climbed a person to then climb a tree. Either way, he figured she was too nervous and was blurting out whatever came to mind, which he found endearing. He liked that she was the one who finally didn’t know what to say. Finally, whether because she’d reached some point within herself or because of the slow, easy petting he was doing to her, she appeared to calm herself and looked at her knee resting against his hip and the desk.
“Is that where it was supposed to be?”
“If we were going to continue,” he said and leaned to the otherside to pick up her other leg. In one smooth motion, he turned and plopped her backside on the desk, hands under her thighs, keeping her legs against his waist. “That’s an easier position, but I think that you deserve a little bit more than being on my desk in my study.” Giving her a final kiss, he removed his hands and placed them on the desk’s top beside her hips. “What else would you like to do today?”
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Gavriil’s lips didn’t take on the smugness that she saw, but the curve of the smile was just shy of smug. He watched her pink flush deepen into flowery red petals across her cheeks and her eyes widen in panic. This was all confirming what he’d been suspecting. She might want to toy with going too far, but she didn’t actually want to cross the line. Reality was usually different than fantasy.
“I…. Uh… Ummmmmm…… Oh Gods! I… This is embarrassing,” she stammered and he nearly let go of her then but she was looking around like she wasn’t totally stable on her feet and he kept his hold on her back and thigh, rather than unbalance her further as she let out another, “Ohhhhh!” His attention flicked to her chest as it rose up in down in abject panic. He could practically feel her heart fluttering against the cage of her ribs, manic to be free.
“I don’t usually climb men like trees…. I… I...I mean there was that one time but… I was actually climbing a tree and he just happened to be around to give me a boost and I was only eleven… maybe twelve… I can’t remember, but it was perfectly innocent.”
Gavriil rubbed soothing circles against the bottom of her thigh while she stuttered out an incoherent story he wasn’t able to follow overly well. It was difficult to figure out if she was just naming a time she’d climbed an actual tree, or climbed a person to then climb a tree. Either way, he figured she was too nervous and was blurting out whatever came to mind, which he found endearing. He liked that she was the one who finally didn’t know what to say. Finally, whether because she’d reached some point within herself or because of the slow, easy petting he was doing to her, she appeared to calm herself and looked at her knee resting against his hip and the desk.
“Is that where it was supposed to be?”
“If we were going to continue,” he said and leaned to the otherside to pick up her other leg. In one smooth motion, he turned and plopped her backside on the desk, hands under her thighs, keeping her legs against his waist. “That’s an easier position, but I think that you deserve a little bit more than being on my desk in my study.” Giving her a final kiss, he removed his hands and placed them on the desk’s top beside her hips. “What else would you like to do today?”
Gavriil’s lips didn’t take on the smugness that she saw, but the curve of the smile was just shy of smug. He watched her pink flush deepen into flowery red petals across her cheeks and her eyes widen in panic. This was all confirming what he’d been suspecting. She might want to toy with going too far, but she didn’t actually want to cross the line. Reality was usually different than fantasy.
“I…. Uh… Ummmmmm…… Oh Gods! I… This is embarrassing,” she stammered and he nearly let go of her then but she was looking around like she wasn’t totally stable on her feet and he kept his hold on her back and thigh, rather than unbalance her further as she let out another, “Ohhhhh!” His attention flicked to her chest as it rose up in down in abject panic. He could practically feel her heart fluttering against the cage of her ribs, manic to be free.
“I don’t usually climb men like trees…. I… I...I mean there was that one time but… I was actually climbing a tree and he just happened to be around to give me a boost and I was only eleven… maybe twelve… I can’t remember, but it was perfectly innocent.”
Gavriil rubbed soothing circles against the bottom of her thigh while she stuttered out an incoherent story he wasn’t able to follow overly well. It was difficult to figure out if she was just naming a time she’d climbed an actual tree, or climbed a person to then climb a tree. Either way, he figured she was too nervous and was blurting out whatever came to mind, which he found endearing. He liked that she was the one who finally didn’t know what to say. Finally, whether because she’d reached some point within herself or because of the slow, easy petting he was doing to her, she appeared to calm herself and looked at her knee resting against his hip and the desk.
“Is that where it was supposed to be?”
“If we were going to continue,” he said and leaned to the otherside to pick up her other leg. In one smooth motion, he turned and plopped her backside on the desk, hands under her thighs, keeping her legs against his waist. “That’s an easier position, but I think that you deserve a little bit more than being on my desk in my study.” Giving her a final kiss, he removed his hands and placed them on the desk’s top beside her hips. “What else would you like to do today?”
Dazed and looking thoroughly kissed, Evangelina was easily distracted by those slow lazy circles he was rubbing on the back of her thigh. It was both a calming touch at the same time it continued stoking the awareness of that ache that’d settled inside of her. A deep sigh was softly exhaled as she met his and found herself lost in them as he spoke.
‘If we were going to continue.’
Stilling, as desire coursed through her at the thought of continuing. He shifted against her and with a seemingly effortless movement urged her other thigh to straddle his hips. In an easy movement, he set her down on the desk generating a soft ‘whoosh’ from her. She’d never felt in danger of being dropped as he’d set her down on the top of his desk. It did seem like a perfect opportunity to let her fingers tighten into his clothing again as she clung to him, taking her own time in releasing the fabric after she’d settled onto the desk.
‘That’s an easier position, but I think that you deserve a little bit more than being on my desk in my study.’
Where would she be without him looking out for her? Her tongue came out and flicked across her tongue as she tipped her chin up and looked up at him from beneath her lashes. She wanted to know more, it was an easier position? Did that mean there was more than one position? Evangelina had a basic idea of the functions of the act between a man and a woman but she was far from an expert.
She’d opened her mouth to ask the questions but he leaned down and stole the words from her mouth as he seized her lips in another kiss. Evangelina’s hand slid slowly up from his chest to wind them again around his neck and pull him closer. Her back arched to softly press herself against him. He had but to touch her and her senses seemed to fly out the nearest window. When his hands slipped from under her and he pulled back, her teeth caught his lip in a nip and a throaty sigh escaped.
‘What else would you like to do today?’
A shiver rolled down her spine, swallowing she looked up at him. Oh, the things she wanted to do… She didn’t immediately answer him with words. Instead, she wrapped her legs around his waist entrapping him as she leaned up letting her face come close to his.
“Did you have something else in mind?” Her fingers began the lazy circles at the nape of his neck again. Tipping her chin up, a slanted smile formed on her lips and one of her hands slipped forward to cup the side of his face. Her thumb brushed across his bottom lip where she’d nipped him, she was dangerously close to falling in love with him.
A small twinge of guilt shot through her, she needed to tell him. Needed to tell him before things went further... Dropping her head, a small sigh escaped. “I… I… am afraid after I tell you this you’ll change your mind about me but you should know. We have a problem. I wasn't certain about it before but… I am now.” Lifting her earnest dark eyes, she looked about ready to cry. “I…Uh.” There wasn’t a delicate way to say this too him, and even if there was… it seemed like a heck of a time to find out she did things delicately. “You’re too big. We aren't going to fit together down there.”
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Dazed and looking thoroughly kissed, Evangelina was easily distracted by those slow lazy circles he was rubbing on the back of her thigh. It was both a calming touch at the same time it continued stoking the awareness of that ache that’d settled inside of her. A deep sigh was softly exhaled as she met his and found herself lost in them as he spoke.
‘If we were going to continue.’
Stilling, as desire coursed through her at the thought of continuing. He shifted against her and with a seemingly effortless movement urged her other thigh to straddle his hips. In an easy movement, he set her down on the desk generating a soft ‘whoosh’ from her. She’d never felt in danger of being dropped as he’d set her down on the top of his desk. It did seem like a perfect opportunity to let her fingers tighten into his clothing again as she clung to him, taking her own time in releasing the fabric after she’d settled onto the desk.
‘That’s an easier position, but I think that you deserve a little bit more than being on my desk in my study.’
Where would she be without him looking out for her? Her tongue came out and flicked across her tongue as she tipped her chin up and looked up at him from beneath her lashes. She wanted to know more, it was an easier position? Did that mean there was more than one position? Evangelina had a basic idea of the functions of the act between a man and a woman but she was far from an expert.
She’d opened her mouth to ask the questions but he leaned down and stole the words from her mouth as he seized her lips in another kiss. Evangelina’s hand slid slowly up from his chest to wind them again around his neck and pull him closer. Her back arched to softly press herself against him. He had but to touch her and her senses seemed to fly out the nearest window. When his hands slipped from under her and he pulled back, her teeth caught his lip in a nip and a throaty sigh escaped.
‘What else would you like to do today?’
A shiver rolled down her spine, swallowing she looked up at him. Oh, the things she wanted to do… She didn’t immediately answer him with words. Instead, she wrapped her legs around his waist entrapping him as she leaned up letting her face come close to his.
“Did you have something else in mind?” Her fingers began the lazy circles at the nape of his neck again. Tipping her chin up, a slanted smile formed on her lips and one of her hands slipped forward to cup the side of his face. Her thumb brushed across his bottom lip where she’d nipped him, she was dangerously close to falling in love with him.
A small twinge of guilt shot through her, she needed to tell him. Needed to tell him before things went further... Dropping her head, a small sigh escaped. “I… I… am afraid after I tell you this you’ll change your mind about me but you should know. We have a problem. I wasn't certain about it before but… I am now.” Lifting her earnest dark eyes, she looked about ready to cry. “I…Uh.” There wasn’t a delicate way to say this too him, and even if there was… it seemed like a heck of a time to find out she did things delicately. “You’re too big. We aren't going to fit together down there.”
Dazed and looking thoroughly kissed, Evangelina was easily distracted by those slow lazy circles he was rubbing on the back of her thigh. It was both a calming touch at the same time it continued stoking the awareness of that ache that’d settled inside of her. A deep sigh was softly exhaled as she met his and found herself lost in them as he spoke.
‘If we were going to continue.’
Stilling, as desire coursed through her at the thought of continuing. He shifted against her and with a seemingly effortless movement urged her other thigh to straddle his hips. In an easy movement, he set her down on the desk generating a soft ‘whoosh’ from her. She’d never felt in danger of being dropped as he’d set her down on the top of his desk. It did seem like a perfect opportunity to let her fingers tighten into his clothing again as she clung to him, taking her own time in releasing the fabric after she’d settled onto the desk.
‘That’s an easier position, but I think that you deserve a little bit more than being on my desk in my study.’
Where would she be without him looking out for her? Her tongue came out and flicked across her tongue as she tipped her chin up and looked up at him from beneath her lashes. She wanted to know more, it was an easier position? Did that mean there was more than one position? Evangelina had a basic idea of the functions of the act between a man and a woman but she was far from an expert.
She’d opened her mouth to ask the questions but he leaned down and stole the words from her mouth as he seized her lips in another kiss. Evangelina’s hand slid slowly up from his chest to wind them again around his neck and pull him closer. Her back arched to softly press herself against him. He had but to touch her and her senses seemed to fly out the nearest window. When his hands slipped from under her and he pulled back, her teeth caught his lip in a nip and a throaty sigh escaped.
‘What else would you like to do today?’
A shiver rolled down her spine, swallowing she looked up at him. Oh, the things she wanted to do… She didn’t immediately answer him with words. Instead, she wrapped her legs around his waist entrapping him as she leaned up letting her face come close to his.
“Did you have something else in mind?” Her fingers began the lazy circles at the nape of his neck again. Tipping her chin up, a slanted smile formed on her lips and one of her hands slipped forward to cup the side of his face. Her thumb brushed across his bottom lip where she’d nipped him, she was dangerously close to falling in love with him.
A small twinge of guilt shot through her, she needed to tell him. Needed to tell him before things went further... Dropping her head, a small sigh escaped. “I… I… am afraid after I tell you this you’ll change your mind about me but you should know. We have a problem. I wasn't certain about it before but… I am now.” Lifting her earnest dark eyes, she looked about ready to cry. “I…Uh.” There wasn’t a delicate way to say this too him, and even if there was… it seemed like a heck of a time to find out she did things delicately. “You’re too big. We aren't going to fit together down there.”
As he asked her what she’d like to do, he could see her mind was still very much on staying here. Her legs wrapped around his waist confirmed that notion, and Gavriil put his hands under her thighs again, intending to pull them further apart in order to release him from her grasp. This was amazingly difficult to do, since he was of two minds: he wanted to stay. He wanted to let thought and responsibility go completely and to do whatever the two of them wanted for an entire afternoon...but he couldn’t. There were consequences. Not just the semantics of the issue, where they weren’t married and any number of things could bar that from happening, but even if they did end up with no trouble on that end, a desk was hardly romantic. That was for later. He wanted her to know what sex should be. That it was less to do with satisfying basic needs and more to do with the bonding of two people. That it was an expression of lust and love and that it was empty without the bonding behind it.
“Did you have something else in mind?” she asked and he felt all his carefully crafted plans of what to say melting away as she cupped the side of his face. He’d forgotten almost entirely how this felt. Silence was all that met her in reply. Her thumb distracted him enough as she traced it down his lip. His plan was still resolute. He would not allow this to go further than it already had, but he found he wasn’t quite ready to break the two of them apart just yet. He’d been right; time, proximity. Very little time, terribly close proximity. All at once, her expression changed. The haze behind her eyes disappeared entirely and she dropped her hand away, looking down until he felt her hair brush his chin. Gavriil pulled back enough to sort of see the bridge of her nose and the pink of her cheeks. “What is it?” he asked.
There was a pause and then she said, “I… I… am afraid after I tell you this you’ll change your mind about me but you should know. We have a problem. I wasn't certain about it before but… I am now.”
His stomach gave an uncomfortable flip. What was so terrible that she’d hidden it until now? His mind jumped to any number of things: the most likely of which, and the one that had the most evidence, was that she wasn’t a maiden anymore. While not desirable to him, personally, it wasn’t a dealbreaker. Especially now. Given his own status as a widower and father of three children, he was hardly in a position to demand someone be chaste. Her curiosity and boldness fixed that thought ever more firmly in his mind. The soft skin of her thighs burned against his palms and he was now toying with the idea that, perhaps the desk was fine. If this wasn’t her first go round, it didn’t matter as much.
She finally lifted her head and he let go of her legs, choosing to place his hands beside her on the desk again. His gaze roved her face as though he was physically touching her cheeks, the well of tears threatening to spill in her eyes. Finally, she spoke, and it took everything in him not to laugh. “You’re too big. We aren't going to fit together down there.” He stared at her, clenching his jaw, unclenching his jaw, reminding himself not to laugh. Was there anything more difficult he’d had to do recently? Throw Stephanos out of the line of succession in favor of a man he detested? That was a close second to this moment. This moment where he could not laugh. Could not ever laugh.
“Oh,” he managed to get that one word out before he immediately embraced her, burying his face in her hair, squeezing his eyes shut, and trying not to breathe. If he breathed, he was going to laugh. Be strong. Don’t make her feel silly. Be strong. He took in a shuddering breath, exhaled fast, and then pushed away from her as fast as he could, striding to the door, and walked out of the study. He didn’t make it three feet from the closed door before he was against the wall, hand on his stomach, laughing.
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As he asked her what she’d like to do, he could see her mind was still very much on staying here. Her legs wrapped around his waist confirmed that notion, and Gavriil put his hands under her thighs again, intending to pull them further apart in order to release him from her grasp. This was amazingly difficult to do, since he was of two minds: he wanted to stay. He wanted to let thought and responsibility go completely and to do whatever the two of them wanted for an entire afternoon...but he couldn’t. There were consequences. Not just the semantics of the issue, where they weren’t married and any number of things could bar that from happening, but even if they did end up with no trouble on that end, a desk was hardly romantic. That was for later. He wanted her to know what sex should be. That it was less to do with satisfying basic needs and more to do with the bonding of two people. That it was an expression of lust and love and that it was empty without the bonding behind it.
“Did you have something else in mind?” she asked and he felt all his carefully crafted plans of what to say melting away as she cupped the side of his face. He’d forgotten almost entirely how this felt. Silence was all that met her in reply. Her thumb distracted him enough as she traced it down his lip. His plan was still resolute. He would not allow this to go further than it already had, but he found he wasn’t quite ready to break the two of them apart just yet. He’d been right; time, proximity. Very little time, terribly close proximity. All at once, her expression changed. The haze behind her eyes disappeared entirely and she dropped her hand away, looking down until he felt her hair brush his chin. Gavriil pulled back enough to sort of see the bridge of her nose and the pink of her cheeks. “What is it?” he asked.
There was a pause and then she said, “I… I… am afraid after I tell you this you’ll change your mind about me but you should know. We have a problem. I wasn't certain about it before but… I am now.”
His stomach gave an uncomfortable flip. What was so terrible that she’d hidden it until now? His mind jumped to any number of things: the most likely of which, and the one that had the most evidence, was that she wasn’t a maiden anymore. While not desirable to him, personally, it wasn’t a dealbreaker. Especially now. Given his own status as a widower and father of three children, he was hardly in a position to demand someone be chaste. Her curiosity and boldness fixed that thought ever more firmly in his mind. The soft skin of her thighs burned against his palms and he was now toying with the idea that, perhaps the desk was fine. If this wasn’t her first go round, it didn’t matter as much.
She finally lifted her head and he let go of her legs, choosing to place his hands beside her on the desk again. His gaze roved her face as though he was physically touching her cheeks, the well of tears threatening to spill in her eyes. Finally, she spoke, and it took everything in him not to laugh. “You’re too big. We aren't going to fit together down there.” He stared at her, clenching his jaw, unclenching his jaw, reminding himself not to laugh. Was there anything more difficult he’d had to do recently? Throw Stephanos out of the line of succession in favor of a man he detested? That was a close second to this moment. This moment where he could not laugh. Could not ever laugh.
“Oh,” he managed to get that one word out before he immediately embraced her, burying his face in her hair, squeezing his eyes shut, and trying not to breathe. If he breathed, he was going to laugh. Be strong. Don’t make her feel silly. Be strong. He took in a shuddering breath, exhaled fast, and then pushed away from her as fast as he could, striding to the door, and walked out of the study. He didn’t make it three feet from the closed door before he was against the wall, hand on his stomach, laughing.
As he asked her what she’d like to do, he could see her mind was still very much on staying here. Her legs wrapped around his waist confirmed that notion, and Gavriil put his hands under her thighs again, intending to pull them further apart in order to release him from her grasp. This was amazingly difficult to do, since he was of two minds: he wanted to stay. He wanted to let thought and responsibility go completely and to do whatever the two of them wanted for an entire afternoon...but he couldn’t. There were consequences. Not just the semantics of the issue, where they weren’t married and any number of things could bar that from happening, but even if they did end up with no trouble on that end, a desk was hardly romantic. That was for later. He wanted her to know what sex should be. That it was less to do with satisfying basic needs and more to do with the bonding of two people. That it was an expression of lust and love and that it was empty without the bonding behind it.
“Did you have something else in mind?” she asked and he felt all his carefully crafted plans of what to say melting away as she cupped the side of his face. He’d forgotten almost entirely how this felt. Silence was all that met her in reply. Her thumb distracted him enough as she traced it down his lip. His plan was still resolute. He would not allow this to go further than it already had, but he found he wasn’t quite ready to break the two of them apart just yet. He’d been right; time, proximity. Very little time, terribly close proximity. All at once, her expression changed. The haze behind her eyes disappeared entirely and she dropped her hand away, looking down until he felt her hair brush his chin. Gavriil pulled back enough to sort of see the bridge of her nose and the pink of her cheeks. “What is it?” he asked.
There was a pause and then she said, “I… I… am afraid after I tell you this you’ll change your mind about me but you should know. We have a problem. I wasn't certain about it before but… I am now.”
His stomach gave an uncomfortable flip. What was so terrible that she’d hidden it until now? His mind jumped to any number of things: the most likely of which, and the one that had the most evidence, was that she wasn’t a maiden anymore. While not desirable to him, personally, it wasn’t a dealbreaker. Especially now. Given his own status as a widower and father of three children, he was hardly in a position to demand someone be chaste. Her curiosity and boldness fixed that thought ever more firmly in his mind. The soft skin of her thighs burned against his palms and he was now toying with the idea that, perhaps the desk was fine. If this wasn’t her first go round, it didn’t matter as much.
She finally lifted her head and he let go of her legs, choosing to place his hands beside her on the desk again. His gaze roved her face as though he was physically touching her cheeks, the well of tears threatening to spill in her eyes. Finally, she spoke, and it took everything in him not to laugh. “You’re too big. We aren't going to fit together down there.” He stared at her, clenching his jaw, unclenching his jaw, reminding himself not to laugh. Was there anything more difficult he’d had to do recently? Throw Stephanos out of the line of succession in favor of a man he detested? That was a close second to this moment. This moment where he could not laugh. Could not ever laugh.
“Oh,” he managed to get that one word out before he immediately embraced her, burying his face in her hair, squeezing his eyes shut, and trying not to breathe. If he breathed, he was going to laugh. Be strong. Don’t make her feel silly. Be strong. He took in a shuddering breath, exhaled fast, and then pushed away from her as fast as he could, striding to the door, and walked out of the study. He didn’t make it three feet from the closed door before he was against the wall, hand on his stomach, laughing.
Never had she ever been looked at quite like he was looking at her right then. Evangelina didn’t believe in love at first sight, maybe lust at first sight or infatuation, but not love. Love was something profound, it was a starting point and an ending point. She never meant to teeter this close to the edge but right then with that softness in his gaze like she’d touched something deeper than skin with him; as if she mattered or that she was someone worth looking at, Evangelina realized there wasn't any going back with her feelings.
What she found as she stared back at him was that he’d become someone important to her even in this short time, he mattered. He wasn’t something she’d wanted or desired or needed. He wasn’t a means to an end. He wasn’t the solution to solve her problems. He wasn’t any of those things because somewhere in all of this he’d become all of those things and so much, much more.
That was why she had to tell him about this problem. He needed to know. Before today, it’d been truly unclear whether or not he wanted anything more than an uncomplicated platonic sort of marriage. But right then, right now the way he looked at her… the way he made her feel… She knew platonic wasn’t going to be a description to describe their marriage.
The glance she’d gotten of him at the cove had caused speculation to form in her mind but stroking him today. There wasn’t much doubt left in her mind. She knew her body well enough… She knew where to touch herself to bring herself pleasure and she knew that the length of him seemed only to get larger the more aroused he became. Granted, it was embarrassing to admit this to him. Aphrodite had to of cursed her or something. Perhaps it was to balance all of the other gifts that had been given to her family. But this would have been so much more mortifying had they been married and upstairs and at the peak of need and then… it didn’t work. He wouldn’t fit.
The pint-sized Leventi’s cheeks flushed a deep flustered rose as she admitted why this wouldn’t work. Smashing her lashes down, it was too much to stared at his clinching and unclinching his jaw. She’d surprised him. That much was evident. Evangelina couldn’t bring herself to look at him as he uttered the single word, ‘Oh.’
His arms wrapping around her burying his face in her hair. He must realize the problem and is trying to comfort me. This somehow makes this so much worse. She felt the shuddering exhale and almost lost herself to tears. He pushed away and pivoted, hurrying out of the room. Her eyes widened as she stared after him for a moment feeling as if the bottom just dropped out. Wrapping her arms around herself, she felt her bones seeming to crawl within themselves. It was so surprising to him… he’d had to run out the door and away from her.
For about three seconds, she sat there feeling sorry for herself until she heard it. It sounded like howling. Hopping off the desk, she hurried across the floor and opened the door to find him hunched against the nearby wall howling. Oh, Gods! This was so much worse than she’d expected! This was…
Her saddened dark eyes suddenly flashed… he wasn’t howling… he was laughing. Her spine straightened and her hands came up onto her hips.
“I am glad you find this so damnably funny…” She growled as she stepped closer to him poking him with her pointy index finger. Glancing up and down the hall, her voice dropped to a hiss at him, “It’s embarrassing. Stop laughing!”
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Never had she ever been looked at quite like he was looking at her right then. Evangelina didn’t believe in love at first sight, maybe lust at first sight or infatuation, but not love. Love was something profound, it was a starting point and an ending point. She never meant to teeter this close to the edge but right then with that softness in his gaze like she’d touched something deeper than skin with him; as if she mattered or that she was someone worth looking at, Evangelina realized there wasn't any going back with her feelings.
What she found as she stared back at him was that he’d become someone important to her even in this short time, he mattered. He wasn’t something she’d wanted or desired or needed. He wasn’t a means to an end. He wasn’t the solution to solve her problems. He wasn’t any of those things because somewhere in all of this he’d become all of those things and so much, much more.
That was why she had to tell him about this problem. He needed to know. Before today, it’d been truly unclear whether or not he wanted anything more than an uncomplicated platonic sort of marriage. But right then, right now the way he looked at her… the way he made her feel… She knew platonic wasn’t going to be a description to describe their marriage.
The glance she’d gotten of him at the cove had caused speculation to form in her mind but stroking him today. There wasn’t much doubt left in her mind. She knew her body well enough… She knew where to touch herself to bring herself pleasure and she knew that the length of him seemed only to get larger the more aroused he became. Granted, it was embarrassing to admit this to him. Aphrodite had to of cursed her or something. Perhaps it was to balance all of the other gifts that had been given to her family. But this would have been so much more mortifying had they been married and upstairs and at the peak of need and then… it didn’t work. He wouldn’t fit.
The pint-sized Leventi’s cheeks flushed a deep flustered rose as she admitted why this wouldn’t work. Smashing her lashes down, it was too much to stared at his clinching and unclinching his jaw. She’d surprised him. That much was evident. Evangelina couldn’t bring herself to look at him as he uttered the single word, ‘Oh.’
His arms wrapping around her burying his face in her hair. He must realize the problem and is trying to comfort me. This somehow makes this so much worse. She felt the shuddering exhale and almost lost herself to tears. He pushed away and pivoted, hurrying out of the room. Her eyes widened as she stared after him for a moment feeling as if the bottom just dropped out. Wrapping her arms around herself, she felt her bones seeming to crawl within themselves. It was so surprising to him… he’d had to run out the door and away from her.
For about three seconds, she sat there feeling sorry for herself until she heard it. It sounded like howling. Hopping off the desk, she hurried across the floor and opened the door to find him hunched against the nearby wall howling. Oh, Gods! This was so much worse than she’d expected! This was…
Her saddened dark eyes suddenly flashed… he wasn’t howling… he was laughing. Her spine straightened and her hands came up onto her hips.
“I am glad you find this so damnably funny…” She growled as she stepped closer to him poking him with her pointy index finger. Glancing up and down the hall, her voice dropped to a hiss at him, “It’s embarrassing. Stop laughing!”
Never had she ever been looked at quite like he was looking at her right then. Evangelina didn’t believe in love at first sight, maybe lust at first sight or infatuation, but not love. Love was something profound, it was a starting point and an ending point. She never meant to teeter this close to the edge but right then with that softness in his gaze like she’d touched something deeper than skin with him; as if she mattered or that she was someone worth looking at, Evangelina realized there wasn't any going back with her feelings.
What she found as she stared back at him was that he’d become someone important to her even in this short time, he mattered. He wasn’t something she’d wanted or desired or needed. He wasn’t a means to an end. He wasn’t the solution to solve her problems. He wasn’t any of those things because somewhere in all of this he’d become all of those things and so much, much more.
That was why she had to tell him about this problem. He needed to know. Before today, it’d been truly unclear whether or not he wanted anything more than an uncomplicated platonic sort of marriage. But right then, right now the way he looked at her… the way he made her feel… She knew platonic wasn’t going to be a description to describe their marriage.
The glance she’d gotten of him at the cove had caused speculation to form in her mind but stroking him today. There wasn’t much doubt left in her mind. She knew her body well enough… She knew where to touch herself to bring herself pleasure and she knew that the length of him seemed only to get larger the more aroused he became. Granted, it was embarrassing to admit this to him. Aphrodite had to of cursed her or something. Perhaps it was to balance all of the other gifts that had been given to her family. But this would have been so much more mortifying had they been married and upstairs and at the peak of need and then… it didn’t work. He wouldn’t fit.
The pint-sized Leventi’s cheeks flushed a deep flustered rose as she admitted why this wouldn’t work. Smashing her lashes down, it was too much to stared at his clinching and unclinching his jaw. She’d surprised him. That much was evident. Evangelina couldn’t bring herself to look at him as he uttered the single word, ‘Oh.’
His arms wrapping around her burying his face in her hair. He must realize the problem and is trying to comfort me. This somehow makes this so much worse. She felt the shuddering exhale and almost lost herself to tears. He pushed away and pivoted, hurrying out of the room. Her eyes widened as she stared after him for a moment feeling as if the bottom just dropped out. Wrapping her arms around herself, she felt her bones seeming to crawl within themselves. It was so surprising to him… he’d had to run out the door and away from her.
For about three seconds, she sat there feeling sorry for herself until she heard it. It sounded like howling. Hopping off the desk, she hurried across the floor and opened the door to find him hunched against the nearby wall howling. Oh, Gods! This was so much worse than she’d expected! This was…
Her saddened dark eyes suddenly flashed… he wasn’t howling… he was laughing. Her spine straightened and her hands came up onto her hips.
“I am glad you find this so damnably funny…” She growled as she stepped closer to him poking him with her pointy index finger. Glancing up and down the hall, her voice dropped to a hiss at him, “It’s embarrassing. Stop laughing!”