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Her focus was on him, surprised to see the odd way he was staring at her. Staring at him, her eyebrow lifted as she tried to make sense of it. But just as she moved to let his hand go, he took hold of hers. Looking down between them, she watched as he examined her hand, most likely for the first time. She did not expect the warmth to hit her cheeks, just as she didn't know how to take the gentle kiss to her hand. Affection between them was so new that it all but took her breath away as he curled her hand into his, as if to seal his promise in it.
Her hand on his cheek stayed where it was. As Yanni had suggested, she needed to assert her own wants. And in this case, it seemed to work for her. She would stay with his family, learn what she needed to know so she was better ready to wed into the family. Selene leaned in, pressing a kiss to his cheek gently before she pulled back. ”Thank you.” She could have scooted back to where she was before, but she really had no desire to.
She liked being close to him, liked being able to feel the heat coming from his body. The hazy look in his eyes made her think that he liked it too. If she had been like Pia, she would have kissed him soundly in the lips. She would have worked harder to convince him for a quick marriage. But she wasn't her sister, and she wouldn't push him into something he did not want. Still, the kiss on his cheek didn't feel like enough, not with the hooded look on his face. Was her own eyes just as filled with desires? She felt warm all over, as if she truly wanted more.
It was then that she remembered the true reason she had sought him out in the first place. ”I received word from my father and I must admit, it's not what I was expecting.” She didn't pull out the letter, wondering if he had gotten word as well. ”Did you hear anything? Has my Uncle given his consent?” She was worried that something had been said wrong, that her father hadn't cared about her letter.
Did he not know she wanted this?
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Her focus was on him, surprised to see the odd way he was staring at her. Staring at him, her eyebrow lifted as she tried to make sense of it. But just as she moved to let his hand go, he took hold of hers. Looking down between them, she watched as he examined her hand, most likely for the first time. She did not expect the warmth to hit her cheeks, just as she didn't know how to take the gentle kiss to her hand. Affection between them was so new that it all but took her breath away as he curled her hand into his, as if to seal his promise in it.
Her hand on his cheek stayed where it was. As Yanni had suggested, she needed to assert her own wants. And in this case, it seemed to work for her. She would stay with his family, learn what she needed to know so she was better ready to wed into the family. Selene leaned in, pressing a kiss to his cheek gently before she pulled back. ”Thank you.” She could have scooted back to where she was before, but she really had no desire to.
She liked being close to him, liked being able to feel the heat coming from his body. The hazy look in his eyes made her think that he liked it too. If she had been like Pia, she would have kissed him soundly in the lips. She would have worked harder to convince him for a quick marriage. But she wasn't her sister, and she wouldn't push him into something he did not want. Still, the kiss on his cheek didn't feel like enough, not with the hooded look on his face. Was her own eyes just as filled with desires? She felt warm all over, as if she truly wanted more.
It was then that she remembered the true reason she had sought him out in the first place. ”I received word from my father and I must admit, it's not what I was expecting.” She didn't pull out the letter, wondering if he had gotten word as well. ”Did you hear anything? Has my Uncle given his consent?” She was worried that something had been said wrong, that her father hadn't cared about her letter.
Did he not know she wanted this?
Her focus was on him, surprised to see the odd way he was staring at her. Staring at him, her eyebrow lifted as she tried to make sense of it. But just as she moved to let his hand go, he took hold of hers. Looking down between them, she watched as he examined her hand, most likely for the first time. She did not expect the warmth to hit her cheeks, just as she didn't know how to take the gentle kiss to her hand. Affection between them was so new that it all but took her breath away as he curled her hand into his, as if to seal his promise in it.
Her hand on his cheek stayed where it was. As Yanni had suggested, she needed to assert her own wants. And in this case, it seemed to work for her. She would stay with his family, learn what she needed to know so she was better ready to wed into the family. Selene leaned in, pressing a kiss to his cheek gently before she pulled back. ”Thank you.” She could have scooted back to where she was before, but she really had no desire to.
She liked being close to him, liked being able to feel the heat coming from his body. The hazy look in his eyes made her think that he liked it too. If she had been like Pia, she would have kissed him soundly in the lips. She would have worked harder to convince him for a quick marriage. But she wasn't her sister, and she wouldn't push him into something he did not want. Still, the kiss on his cheek didn't feel like enough, not with the hooded look on his face. Was her own eyes just as filled with desires? She felt warm all over, as if she truly wanted more.
It was then that she remembered the true reason she had sought him out in the first place. ”I received word from my father and I must admit, it's not what I was expecting.” She didn't pull out the letter, wondering if he had gotten word as well. ”Did you hear anything? Has my Uncle given his consent?” She was worried that something had been said wrong, that her father hadn't cared about her letter.
Did he not know she wanted this?
Vangelis was thankful when Selene shifted back and away from him, feeling a spark of regret as he clearly made her feel uncomfortable with his romantic advances. It struck Vangelis with absolutely no surprise whatsoever that he was inept at working out how far was too far with Selene.
Whilst he was far from virginal when it came to his experiences with women he might as well have been when it came to his experience with relationships. His sexual appetite until now had been fulfilled by those he paid for the service of, or priestesses within temples of worship, or through the continuing affair he had held with Thea which was hardly a romantic connection and used only for the mutual physical satisfaction of both partners.
When it came to actually conducting a romantic and on-going relationship, he was as amateur as a child and his moment of physical affection had resulted in his future wife shifting away from him. Though, it had been accompanied by a kiss to the cheek so he was even more confused as to what was and wasn't permitted within Selene's comfort scale.
Settling upon the idea that she was averse to his touch but simply being appropriate in her feminine vows to not become physically involved in another until after marriage, Vangelis decided that he was thankful for her separation of the two of them, permitting him a little more space to breathe air not tainted with the smell of her hair and to release the touch of her fingers from both his face and hands. The gentle stroke of her touch was becoming a little too tempting for their location and state of unmarried betrothal.
When Selene introduced a new topic of conversation, her tone was calm and prim. She had returned to her status as an elegant noble woman, and Vangelis was left with a tension between his shoulder blades, a rumble in his voice and a discomfort in his pants.
Rubbing his palm over his face and clearing his voice, Vangelis turned to the discussion at hand like a man accepting a life line because he knew it was the smart thing to do, despite the fact that he had been perfectly content drowning.
"I have." He admitted, feeling another sting of the fact that he should have told her that immediately upon receiving the letter that morning. "Your uncle has permitted the match as we had expected and your father appears to share a separate opinion." Vangelis glanced at Selene over the hand that still rested a little over his mouth. "Would it change your decision if your father disagreed with your choice of husband?" He asked her, knowing that legally, Selene now held no power or authority over her union.
Vangelis, as head of his house had made the request and the head of her house had agreed. Unless one of those same two men now determined a change of mind, she would be forced to wed him. But Vangelis had zero interest in forcing anyone to be his wife and would instantly rescind the request for her hand if she did not feel she was able to accept it pending her father's approval - which he didn't seem to have.
Whilst it didn't bother him in the least, Vangelis was aware of the closeness between Selene and her father and wondered if he would change his mind in wishing to marry her if the King disagreed to the match.
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Vangelis was thankful when Selene shifted back and away from him, feeling a spark of regret as he clearly made her feel uncomfortable with his romantic advances. It struck Vangelis with absolutely no surprise whatsoever that he was inept at working out how far was too far with Selene.
Whilst he was far from virginal when it came to his experiences with women he might as well have been when it came to his experience with relationships. His sexual appetite until now had been fulfilled by those he paid for the service of, or priestesses within temples of worship, or through the continuing affair he had held with Thea which was hardly a romantic connection and used only for the mutual physical satisfaction of both partners.
When it came to actually conducting a romantic and on-going relationship, he was as amateur as a child and his moment of physical affection had resulted in his future wife shifting away from him. Though, it had been accompanied by a kiss to the cheek so he was even more confused as to what was and wasn't permitted within Selene's comfort scale.
Settling upon the idea that she was averse to his touch but simply being appropriate in her feminine vows to not become physically involved in another until after marriage, Vangelis decided that he was thankful for her separation of the two of them, permitting him a little more space to breathe air not tainted with the smell of her hair and to release the touch of her fingers from both his face and hands. The gentle stroke of her touch was becoming a little too tempting for their location and state of unmarried betrothal.
When Selene introduced a new topic of conversation, her tone was calm and prim. She had returned to her status as an elegant noble woman, and Vangelis was left with a tension between his shoulder blades, a rumble in his voice and a discomfort in his pants.
Rubbing his palm over his face and clearing his voice, Vangelis turned to the discussion at hand like a man accepting a life line because he knew it was the smart thing to do, despite the fact that he had been perfectly content drowning.
"I have." He admitted, feeling another sting of the fact that he should have told her that immediately upon receiving the letter that morning. "Your uncle has permitted the match as we had expected and your father appears to share a separate opinion." Vangelis glanced at Selene over the hand that still rested a little over his mouth. "Would it change your decision if your father disagreed with your choice of husband?" He asked her, knowing that legally, Selene now held no power or authority over her union.
Vangelis, as head of his house had made the request and the head of her house had agreed. Unless one of those same two men now determined a change of mind, she would be forced to wed him. But Vangelis had zero interest in forcing anyone to be his wife and would instantly rescind the request for her hand if she did not feel she was able to accept it pending her father's approval - which he didn't seem to have.
Whilst it didn't bother him in the least, Vangelis was aware of the closeness between Selene and her father and wondered if he would change his mind in wishing to marry her if the King disagreed to the match.
Vangelis was thankful when Selene shifted back and away from him, feeling a spark of regret as he clearly made her feel uncomfortable with his romantic advances. It struck Vangelis with absolutely no surprise whatsoever that he was inept at working out how far was too far with Selene.
Whilst he was far from virginal when it came to his experiences with women he might as well have been when it came to his experience with relationships. His sexual appetite until now had been fulfilled by those he paid for the service of, or priestesses within temples of worship, or through the continuing affair he had held with Thea which was hardly a romantic connection and used only for the mutual physical satisfaction of both partners.
When it came to actually conducting a romantic and on-going relationship, he was as amateur as a child and his moment of physical affection had resulted in his future wife shifting away from him. Though, it had been accompanied by a kiss to the cheek so he was even more confused as to what was and wasn't permitted within Selene's comfort scale.
Settling upon the idea that she was averse to his touch but simply being appropriate in her feminine vows to not become physically involved in another until after marriage, Vangelis decided that he was thankful for her separation of the two of them, permitting him a little more space to breathe air not tainted with the smell of her hair and to release the touch of her fingers from both his face and hands. The gentle stroke of her touch was becoming a little too tempting for their location and state of unmarried betrothal.
When Selene introduced a new topic of conversation, her tone was calm and prim. She had returned to her status as an elegant noble woman, and Vangelis was left with a tension between his shoulder blades, a rumble in his voice and a discomfort in his pants.
Rubbing his palm over his face and clearing his voice, Vangelis turned to the discussion at hand like a man accepting a life line because he knew it was the smart thing to do, despite the fact that he had been perfectly content drowning.
"I have." He admitted, feeling another sting of the fact that he should have told her that immediately upon receiving the letter that morning. "Your uncle has permitted the match as we had expected and your father appears to share a separate opinion." Vangelis glanced at Selene over the hand that still rested a little over his mouth. "Would it change your decision if your father disagreed with your choice of husband?" He asked her, knowing that legally, Selene now held no power or authority over her union.
Vangelis, as head of his house had made the request and the head of her house had agreed. Unless one of those same two men now determined a change of mind, she would be forced to wed him. But Vangelis had zero interest in forcing anyone to be his wife and would instantly rescind the request for her hand if she did not feel she was able to accept it pending her father's approval - which he didn't seem to have.
Whilst it didn't bother him in the least, Vangelis was aware of the closeness between Selene and her father and wondered if he would change his mind in wishing to marry her if the King disagreed to the match.
Perhaps part of her hesitation for real intimacy with him had to do with the fact that they had yet to know if they would be allowed to wed or not. She did not wish to get her hopes up any further if her uncle had another match in mind. And while she was fairly confident that his desires mattered most of the amount of crowns the Leventi could claim, there was still a part of her that quietly doubted it. Perhaps part of the reason it had taken so long was because he had another goal set for her, but when she last left Taengea, she was certain that her uncle would be content with her matching to Vangelis.
She knew she was falling for him, had fallen for him, but that didn’t mean she had to make it worse by learning to enjoy his touch to only have it ripped away from her.
So her father’s letter, wishing to speak with both her mother and her uncle, did cause a bit of pause in her thinking. And having Vangelis bring up what must have been a word of discontentment in Georgios’s reply only solidified her worry. Her father did not think it a sound match.
Even after she had reassured him of her wishes. What could Vangelis had said to him that would make her own words a moot point? Concern washed over her face as she realizes that, for the first time in her life, she would have to consider going against her father’s wishes. It was something she never thought she would have to do, as a dutiful daughter who put his desires aligned with her own. How could she go against something he obviously had strong feelings about? What did that say about her own character?
Yanni’s words echoed in her ears, urging her to go after her own desires more. Was it so wrong to want to be selfish in this? To want him as she did, not just as King but has husband and partner-- she thought it was a good fit. And she had the confidence that her father would see it, too. ”Would you think less of me if I told you that I do not agree with my father on this matter?” She turned her words back on him, obviously understanding the situation. ”Would I be a horrible daughter?” Her hand turned into a fist in her lap. ”I believe he will come around, once he meets you. And I am sure that Fotios spoke highly of you to him. He may need reassurances that only you can give in person, but that will have to wait until the war is finished.”
She felt bold, smiling deviously as she leaned in once more, closing the distance between them in a kiss. While she hadn’t been one to initiate many kisses between them, it didn’t make her any less sure of her actions. Selene needed him to know that even with all the chances to change their minds, for her to go home because of the war,for her to say no because of her father, that she wanted this, too. And that she was willing to wait. Even if it took years, her word was her bond. But perhaps there was even more to it. Perhaps she needed to see if he felt the same heat that she did, as her core seemed to unravel just at the privacy of their actions and the roughness against her hand. Perhaps she needed to see if she held the same power over him and he held over her.
But with her lips against his, she knew it was where she belonged.
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Perhaps part of her hesitation for real intimacy with him had to do with the fact that they had yet to know if they would be allowed to wed or not. She did not wish to get her hopes up any further if her uncle had another match in mind. And while she was fairly confident that his desires mattered most of the amount of crowns the Leventi could claim, there was still a part of her that quietly doubted it. Perhaps part of the reason it had taken so long was because he had another goal set for her, but when she last left Taengea, she was certain that her uncle would be content with her matching to Vangelis.
She knew she was falling for him, had fallen for him, but that didn’t mean she had to make it worse by learning to enjoy his touch to only have it ripped away from her.
So her father’s letter, wishing to speak with both her mother and her uncle, did cause a bit of pause in her thinking. And having Vangelis bring up what must have been a word of discontentment in Georgios’s reply only solidified her worry. Her father did not think it a sound match.
Even after she had reassured him of her wishes. What could Vangelis had said to him that would make her own words a moot point? Concern washed over her face as she realizes that, for the first time in her life, she would have to consider going against her father’s wishes. It was something she never thought she would have to do, as a dutiful daughter who put his desires aligned with her own. How could she go against something he obviously had strong feelings about? What did that say about her own character?
Yanni’s words echoed in her ears, urging her to go after her own desires more. Was it so wrong to want to be selfish in this? To want him as she did, not just as King but has husband and partner-- she thought it was a good fit. And she had the confidence that her father would see it, too. ”Would you think less of me if I told you that I do not agree with my father on this matter?” She turned her words back on him, obviously understanding the situation. ”Would I be a horrible daughter?” Her hand turned into a fist in her lap. ”I believe he will come around, once he meets you. And I am sure that Fotios spoke highly of you to him. He may need reassurances that only you can give in person, but that will have to wait until the war is finished.”
She felt bold, smiling deviously as she leaned in once more, closing the distance between them in a kiss. While she hadn’t been one to initiate many kisses between them, it didn’t make her any less sure of her actions. Selene needed him to know that even with all the chances to change their minds, for her to go home because of the war,for her to say no because of her father, that she wanted this, too. And that she was willing to wait. Even if it took years, her word was her bond. But perhaps there was even more to it. Perhaps she needed to see if he felt the same heat that she did, as her core seemed to unravel just at the privacy of their actions and the roughness against her hand. Perhaps she needed to see if she held the same power over him and he held over her.
But with her lips against his, she knew it was where she belonged.
Perhaps part of her hesitation for real intimacy with him had to do with the fact that they had yet to know if they would be allowed to wed or not. She did not wish to get her hopes up any further if her uncle had another match in mind. And while she was fairly confident that his desires mattered most of the amount of crowns the Leventi could claim, there was still a part of her that quietly doubted it. Perhaps part of the reason it had taken so long was because he had another goal set for her, but when she last left Taengea, she was certain that her uncle would be content with her matching to Vangelis.
She knew she was falling for him, had fallen for him, but that didn’t mean she had to make it worse by learning to enjoy his touch to only have it ripped away from her.
So her father’s letter, wishing to speak with both her mother and her uncle, did cause a bit of pause in her thinking. And having Vangelis bring up what must have been a word of discontentment in Georgios’s reply only solidified her worry. Her father did not think it a sound match.
Even after she had reassured him of her wishes. What could Vangelis had said to him that would make her own words a moot point? Concern washed over her face as she realizes that, for the first time in her life, she would have to consider going against her father’s wishes. It was something she never thought she would have to do, as a dutiful daughter who put his desires aligned with her own. How could she go against something he obviously had strong feelings about? What did that say about her own character?
Yanni’s words echoed in her ears, urging her to go after her own desires more. Was it so wrong to want to be selfish in this? To want him as she did, not just as King but has husband and partner-- she thought it was a good fit. And she had the confidence that her father would see it, too. ”Would you think less of me if I told you that I do not agree with my father on this matter?” She turned her words back on him, obviously understanding the situation. ”Would I be a horrible daughter?” Her hand turned into a fist in her lap. ”I believe he will come around, once he meets you. And I am sure that Fotios spoke highly of you to him. He may need reassurances that only you can give in person, but that will have to wait until the war is finished.”
She felt bold, smiling deviously as she leaned in once more, closing the distance between them in a kiss. While she hadn’t been one to initiate many kisses between them, it didn’t make her any less sure of her actions. Selene needed him to know that even with all the chances to change their minds, for her to go home because of the war,for her to say no because of her father, that she wanted this, too. And that she was willing to wait. Even if it took years, her word was her bond. But perhaps there was even more to it. Perhaps she needed to see if he felt the same heat that she did, as her core seemed to unravel just at the privacy of their actions and the roughness against her hand. Perhaps she needed to see if she held the same power over him and he held over her.
But with her lips against his, she knew it was where she belonged.
Vangelis said nothing in reply to Selene's reassurances that perhaps her father simply needed to meet him in person to be assured that he was an adequate match for his eldest daughter. Knowing his own weaknesses as he did, he hardly expected a face to face encounter to be more successful than a letter that he had taken time and thought to write out carefully; general meets and personable discussion were not exactly his most avid strengths.
But, he decided not to share such thoughts when Selene confirmed that she would make her decision nonetheless, regardless of her father's disagreement on the matter. Whilst the man had no power in deciding the marriage of his daughter unless he could convince his brother to rescind permission for the union, Vangelis knew of his importance in Selene's life. And he knew that it meant a lot for her to wish to go against his disapproval. That she had to be incredibly certain of her choice to marry him if she was also willing to incur a disagreement between herself and the patriarch whom she had made clear on numerous occasions to be a role model that she admired and respected.
Feeling his mouth go dry and his heart beat a little faster, Vangelis was reminded of the sensation just moments before as she had held his hand in hers and sought a physical connection with him. He felt the space between the shelving units become warm once more and having looked down at the floor in a moment of avoiding such intimacy, he was surprised when he looked up only to find her leaning in towards him.
A heartbeat later her lips were on his and she was soundly kissing him with a confidence she had not previously shown.
Remaining still in his surprise at her forwardness, Vangelis' mind took a moment to catch up to speed having thought she was had been rejecting his physical closeness only second before. It took only a few seconds, however, for his mind to shut down, his instinct to take over and the softness of Selene's lips to be the only stimulus he seemed able to recognise and compute.
And when her lower lip broke away just a moment to tremble at their connection, Vangelis could no more have restrained himself than he could have stopped breathing.
Shifting where he sat and moving from crossed legs to onto his knees, Vangelis became taller and broader beside his betrothed. His hands came up quickly, one to her face and the other to rest upon her waist as his eyes closed and he claimed her mouth with his.
Turning to find a better angle to seal upon them both, Vangelis luxuriated in the feel of Selene's hair running over the back of his hand and the way he could feel her breathing escalate. The hand at her hip had splayed out in a possessive touch that had his fingers reaching the small of her back and his thumb resting just beneath her ribcage. There, he could feel the broken breaths that she took as he moved against her mouth and took what she had offered in a kiss far more open and possessive than the one used to seal their vow of marriage on the clifftops of Colchis.
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Vangelis said nothing in reply to Selene's reassurances that perhaps her father simply needed to meet him in person to be assured that he was an adequate match for his eldest daughter. Knowing his own weaknesses as he did, he hardly expected a face to face encounter to be more successful than a letter that he had taken time and thought to write out carefully; general meets and personable discussion were not exactly his most avid strengths.
But, he decided not to share such thoughts when Selene confirmed that she would make her decision nonetheless, regardless of her father's disagreement on the matter. Whilst the man had no power in deciding the marriage of his daughter unless he could convince his brother to rescind permission for the union, Vangelis knew of his importance in Selene's life. And he knew that it meant a lot for her to wish to go against his disapproval. That she had to be incredibly certain of her choice to marry him if she was also willing to incur a disagreement between herself and the patriarch whom she had made clear on numerous occasions to be a role model that she admired and respected.
Feeling his mouth go dry and his heart beat a little faster, Vangelis was reminded of the sensation just moments before as she had held his hand in hers and sought a physical connection with him. He felt the space between the shelving units become warm once more and having looked down at the floor in a moment of avoiding such intimacy, he was surprised when he looked up only to find her leaning in towards him.
A heartbeat later her lips were on his and she was soundly kissing him with a confidence she had not previously shown.
Remaining still in his surprise at her forwardness, Vangelis' mind took a moment to catch up to speed having thought she was had been rejecting his physical closeness only second before. It took only a few seconds, however, for his mind to shut down, his instinct to take over and the softness of Selene's lips to be the only stimulus he seemed able to recognise and compute.
And when her lower lip broke away just a moment to tremble at their connection, Vangelis could no more have restrained himself than he could have stopped breathing.
Shifting where he sat and moving from crossed legs to onto his knees, Vangelis became taller and broader beside his betrothed. His hands came up quickly, one to her face and the other to rest upon her waist as his eyes closed and he claimed her mouth with his.
Turning to find a better angle to seal upon them both, Vangelis luxuriated in the feel of Selene's hair running over the back of his hand and the way he could feel her breathing escalate. The hand at her hip had splayed out in a possessive touch that had his fingers reaching the small of her back and his thumb resting just beneath her ribcage. There, he could feel the broken breaths that she took as he moved against her mouth and took what she had offered in a kiss far more open and possessive than the one used to seal their vow of marriage on the clifftops of Colchis.
Vangelis said nothing in reply to Selene's reassurances that perhaps her father simply needed to meet him in person to be assured that he was an adequate match for his eldest daughter. Knowing his own weaknesses as he did, he hardly expected a face to face encounter to be more successful than a letter that he had taken time and thought to write out carefully; general meets and personable discussion were not exactly his most avid strengths.
But, he decided not to share such thoughts when Selene confirmed that she would make her decision nonetheless, regardless of her father's disagreement on the matter. Whilst the man had no power in deciding the marriage of his daughter unless he could convince his brother to rescind permission for the union, Vangelis knew of his importance in Selene's life. And he knew that it meant a lot for her to wish to go against his disapproval. That she had to be incredibly certain of her choice to marry him if she was also willing to incur a disagreement between herself and the patriarch whom she had made clear on numerous occasions to be a role model that she admired and respected.
Feeling his mouth go dry and his heart beat a little faster, Vangelis was reminded of the sensation just moments before as she had held his hand in hers and sought a physical connection with him. He felt the space between the shelving units become warm once more and having looked down at the floor in a moment of avoiding such intimacy, he was surprised when he looked up only to find her leaning in towards him.
A heartbeat later her lips were on his and she was soundly kissing him with a confidence she had not previously shown.
Remaining still in his surprise at her forwardness, Vangelis' mind took a moment to catch up to speed having thought she was had been rejecting his physical closeness only second before. It took only a few seconds, however, for his mind to shut down, his instinct to take over and the softness of Selene's lips to be the only stimulus he seemed able to recognise and compute.
And when her lower lip broke away just a moment to tremble at their connection, Vangelis could no more have restrained himself than he could have stopped breathing.
Shifting where he sat and moving from crossed legs to onto his knees, Vangelis became taller and broader beside his betrothed. His hands came up quickly, one to her face and the other to rest upon her waist as his eyes closed and he claimed her mouth with his.
Turning to find a better angle to seal upon them both, Vangelis luxuriated in the feel of Selene's hair running over the back of his hand and the way he could feel her breathing escalate. The hand at her hip had splayed out in a possessive touch that had his fingers reaching the small of her back and his thumb resting just beneath her ribcage. There, he could feel the broken breaths that she took as he moved against her mouth and took what she had offered in a kiss far more open and possessive than the one used to seal their vow of marriage on the clifftops of Colchis.
She didn’t know what she expected from her actions, but in her mind, there was nothing wrong with them. They had both decided that marriage was what they wanted, knowing all the facts of the matter. He knew she would be here waiting for him, and she knew that her father didn’t wholly approve. But they had picked each other, knowing the facts, and that was enough of a reason to allow herself the freedom to kiss him.
After her last initiated kiss, it wasn’t surprising to her that he froze. And, for a brief moment, so did she. Perhaps she had misjudged the situation completely, thinking that there may not have been the same physical attraction that she left for him. She was ready to pull away, embarrassed by her actions to apologize again. Flashbacks to the forest were going through her mind.
But this time, he didn’t give her the chance to run. No, he took over the control she had over the kiss, moving to remove the space between them. This time, she was the one caught off guard by the genuine heat of his lips. She felt her lip quiver, her breath catching and it seemed like that was all he needed to take over. As he moved to his knees, she didn't fight the idea of him towering over her, dominating the kiss. But as his hands moved to her waist and back, she found herself moving to meet him.
Finally, she felt like it had always meant to be this way. Selene could barely keep track of her thoughts as his lower hand danced along her rib cage, her own hand gripping the front of his tunic so he could not pull away. Could he feel the racing of her heart, the way her breath was disorganized and quick? Did he realize the effect he had on her, like this? Her mouth opened slightly in a moan, no objections to his much desired assault on her mouth. She rose up onto her own knees to meet him, her other hand moving to his shoulder, finding the back of his neck for leverage. Selene wondered if this was what opium felt like, her mind clouded and high on the taste of his lips. Would she ever find herself tiring of the drug that was him? And still, her boldness continued, wondering just how he tasted.
With a slow, hesitant opening of her mouth, she let her tongue find his lower lip. It silently begged for him to open, to continue to take what was rightfully his.
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She didn’t know what she expected from her actions, but in her mind, there was nothing wrong with them. They had both decided that marriage was what they wanted, knowing all the facts of the matter. He knew she would be here waiting for him, and she knew that her father didn’t wholly approve. But they had picked each other, knowing the facts, and that was enough of a reason to allow herself the freedom to kiss him.
After her last initiated kiss, it wasn’t surprising to her that he froze. And, for a brief moment, so did she. Perhaps she had misjudged the situation completely, thinking that there may not have been the same physical attraction that she left for him. She was ready to pull away, embarrassed by her actions to apologize again. Flashbacks to the forest were going through her mind.
But this time, he didn’t give her the chance to run. No, he took over the control she had over the kiss, moving to remove the space between them. This time, she was the one caught off guard by the genuine heat of his lips. She felt her lip quiver, her breath catching and it seemed like that was all he needed to take over. As he moved to his knees, she didn't fight the idea of him towering over her, dominating the kiss. But as his hands moved to her waist and back, she found herself moving to meet him.
Finally, she felt like it had always meant to be this way. Selene could barely keep track of her thoughts as his lower hand danced along her rib cage, her own hand gripping the front of his tunic so he could not pull away. Could he feel the racing of her heart, the way her breath was disorganized and quick? Did he realize the effect he had on her, like this? Her mouth opened slightly in a moan, no objections to his much desired assault on her mouth. She rose up onto her own knees to meet him, her other hand moving to his shoulder, finding the back of his neck for leverage. Selene wondered if this was what opium felt like, her mind clouded and high on the taste of his lips. Would she ever find herself tiring of the drug that was him? And still, her boldness continued, wondering just how he tasted.
With a slow, hesitant opening of her mouth, she let her tongue find his lower lip. It silently begged for him to open, to continue to take what was rightfully his.
She didn’t know what she expected from her actions, but in her mind, there was nothing wrong with them. They had both decided that marriage was what they wanted, knowing all the facts of the matter. He knew she would be here waiting for him, and she knew that her father didn’t wholly approve. But they had picked each other, knowing the facts, and that was enough of a reason to allow herself the freedom to kiss him.
After her last initiated kiss, it wasn’t surprising to her that he froze. And, for a brief moment, so did she. Perhaps she had misjudged the situation completely, thinking that there may not have been the same physical attraction that she left for him. She was ready to pull away, embarrassed by her actions to apologize again. Flashbacks to the forest were going through her mind.
But this time, he didn’t give her the chance to run. No, he took over the control she had over the kiss, moving to remove the space between them. This time, she was the one caught off guard by the genuine heat of his lips. She felt her lip quiver, her breath catching and it seemed like that was all he needed to take over. As he moved to his knees, she didn't fight the idea of him towering over her, dominating the kiss. But as his hands moved to her waist and back, she found herself moving to meet him.
Finally, she felt like it had always meant to be this way. Selene could barely keep track of her thoughts as his lower hand danced along her rib cage, her own hand gripping the front of his tunic so he could not pull away. Could he feel the racing of her heart, the way her breath was disorganized and quick? Did he realize the effect he had on her, like this? Her mouth opened slightly in a moan, no objections to his much desired assault on her mouth. She rose up onto her own knees to meet him, her other hand moving to his shoulder, finding the back of his neck for leverage. Selene wondered if this was what opium felt like, her mind clouded and high on the taste of his lips. Would she ever find herself tiring of the drug that was him? And still, her boldness continued, wondering just how he tasted.
With a slow, hesitant opening of her mouth, she let her tongue find his lower lip. It silently begged for him to open, to continue to take what was rightfully his.
Vangelis was relying almost entirely on instinct in that moment. His lips sought hers, his mouth made claims upon her and his hands explored her shape as if he now owned it. Yet, at the same time, each line he drew with his touch and each moment he drew upon as their own, he did so with a slowness and tentativeness that was the result of an inner mind recalling her virginal state.
Whilst Vangelis had never asked Selene outright if she had ever known a man, he had never felt the need to query it. As the eldest of her family and still holding out for the most appropriate marriage to her family's desires and her own heart there hadn't been so much as a whisper of scandal or rumour surrounding her. She was the purest of Taengean women, the one who embodied the traditions and etiquette of her social rank. Whilst he had never asked... Vangelis had always assumed and would argue without evidence or proof that Selene had never submitted her body to a man.
As such, her touch was delicate, her enthusiasm sweet by untutored. And Vangelis' responses were naturally cautious. His innate nature to protect and defend had him behaving with the eagerness of a man in the mists of desire but also of a betrothed.
When he touched her hair, he did not grip it between his fingers and use it to bind her to him. When his hand rested at her waist, he claimed a wide touch but neither lifted nor lowered his palm to test at the curves of her femininity. As he kissed her, he did so with passion but without violence, sipping from her lips one moment and then claiming her more fully the next. But never did he bend her backwards, force his ardour harder or bring her body close to his.
As she came onto her knees to join him, still small against his shape, Vangelis did nothing to fuse their shapes into one line. He neither wished to scare her of his now more obvious interest in her physically, nor tempt his own self-control with such a sensation. Instead, the hand upon her hip kept her close but not touching and his nurturing upbringing of gentlemanly behaviour came to the surface.
When the wet and silken touch of her tongue breeched her lips and found the seam of his mouth, Vangelis felt his lips part on an exhale of desire, his ears swallowing down the moan she had offered him, and he felt his fingers tighten on her hip.
With a gasp and a moment of clarity, Vangelis broke their kiss before such a sensation could crumble his resistance entirely. His hands coming to Selene's shoulders and keeping her back as he lifted his head and moved away, Vangelis fell back onto his rear and shifted so that his shoulders were braced against the books behind him. His knees drew up a little, one leg more bent than the other and his hand found his own lips. He watched at her with a hooded stare, his chest rising and falling in a rhythm the likes of which he only found after a heavy jog.
But the main difference in his appearance that no-one would have previously noted was that from one blink to the next, Vangelis was smiling.
No curl to his lips, nor sardonic side smirk.
At discovering that he had indeed made exactly the right choice of his wife... Vangelis's smile stretched across his face, carving grooves in each cheek and flashing a set of straight white teeth in a look that made him seem far more boyish than his thirty-two years.
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Vangelis was relying almost entirely on instinct in that moment. His lips sought hers, his mouth made claims upon her and his hands explored her shape as if he now owned it. Yet, at the same time, each line he drew with his touch and each moment he drew upon as their own, he did so with a slowness and tentativeness that was the result of an inner mind recalling her virginal state.
Whilst Vangelis had never asked Selene outright if she had ever known a man, he had never felt the need to query it. As the eldest of her family and still holding out for the most appropriate marriage to her family's desires and her own heart there hadn't been so much as a whisper of scandal or rumour surrounding her. She was the purest of Taengean women, the one who embodied the traditions and etiquette of her social rank. Whilst he had never asked... Vangelis had always assumed and would argue without evidence or proof that Selene had never submitted her body to a man.
As such, her touch was delicate, her enthusiasm sweet by untutored. And Vangelis' responses were naturally cautious. His innate nature to protect and defend had him behaving with the eagerness of a man in the mists of desire but also of a betrothed.
When he touched her hair, he did not grip it between his fingers and use it to bind her to him. When his hand rested at her waist, he claimed a wide touch but neither lifted nor lowered his palm to test at the curves of her femininity. As he kissed her, he did so with passion but without violence, sipping from her lips one moment and then claiming her more fully the next. But never did he bend her backwards, force his ardour harder or bring her body close to his.
As she came onto her knees to join him, still small against his shape, Vangelis did nothing to fuse their shapes into one line. He neither wished to scare her of his now more obvious interest in her physically, nor tempt his own self-control with such a sensation. Instead, the hand upon her hip kept her close but not touching and his nurturing upbringing of gentlemanly behaviour came to the surface.
When the wet and silken touch of her tongue breeched her lips and found the seam of his mouth, Vangelis felt his lips part on an exhale of desire, his ears swallowing down the moan she had offered him, and he felt his fingers tighten on her hip.
With a gasp and a moment of clarity, Vangelis broke their kiss before such a sensation could crumble his resistance entirely. His hands coming to Selene's shoulders and keeping her back as he lifted his head and moved away, Vangelis fell back onto his rear and shifted so that his shoulders were braced against the books behind him. His knees drew up a little, one leg more bent than the other and his hand found his own lips. He watched at her with a hooded stare, his chest rising and falling in a rhythm the likes of which he only found after a heavy jog.
But the main difference in his appearance that no-one would have previously noted was that from one blink to the next, Vangelis was smiling.
No curl to his lips, nor sardonic side smirk.
At discovering that he had indeed made exactly the right choice of his wife... Vangelis's smile stretched across his face, carving grooves in each cheek and flashing a set of straight white teeth in a look that made him seem far more boyish than his thirty-two years.
Vangelis was relying almost entirely on instinct in that moment. His lips sought hers, his mouth made claims upon her and his hands explored her shape as if he now owned it. Yet, at the same time, each line he drew with his touch and each moment he drew upon as their own, he did so with a slowness and tentativeness that was the result of an inner mind recalling her virginal state.
Whilst Vangelis had never asked Selene outright if she had ever known a man, he had never felt the need to query it. As the eldest of her family and still holding out for the most appropriate marriage to her family's desires and her own heart there hadn't been so much as a whisper of scandal or rumour surrounding her. She was the purest of Taengean women, the one who embodied the traditions and etiquette of her social rank. Whilst he had never asked... Vangelis had always assumed and would argue without evidence or proof that Selene had never submitted her body to a man.
As such, her touch was delicate, her enthusiasm sweet by untutored. And Vangelis' responses were naturally cautious. His innate nature to protect and defend had him behaving with the eagerness of a man in the mists of desire but also of a betrothed.
When he touched her hair, he did not grip it between his fingers and use it to bind her to him. When his hand rested at her waist, he claimed a wide touch but neither lifted nor lowered his palm to test at the curves of her femininity. As he kissed her, he did so with passion but without violence, sipping from her lips one moment and then claiming her more fully the next. But never did he bend her backwards, force his ardour harder or bring her body close to his.
As she came onto her knees to join him, still small against his shape, Vangelis did nothing to fuse their shapes into one line. He neither wished to scare her of his now more obvious interest in her physically, nor tempt his own self-control with such a sensation. Instead, the hand upon her hip kept her close but not touching and his nurturing upbringing of gentlemanly behaviour came to the surface.
When the wet and silken touch of her tongue breeched her lips and found the seam of his mouth, Vangelis felt his lips part on an exhale of desire, his ears swallowing down the moan she had offered him, and he felt his fingers tighten on her hip.
With a gasp and a moment of clarity, Vangelis broke their kiss before such a sensation could crumble his resistance entirely. His hands coming to Selene's shoulders and keeping her back as he lifted his head and moved away, Vangelis fell back onto his rear and shifted so that his shoulders were braced against the books behind him. His knees drew up a little, one leg more bent than the other and his hand found his own lips. He watched at her with a hooded stare, his chest rising and falling in a rhythm the likes of which he only found after a heavy jog.
But the main difference in his appearance that no-one would have previously noted was that from one blink to the next, Vangelis was smiling.
No curl to his lips, nor sardonic side smirk.
At discovering that he had indeed made exactly the right choice of his wife... Vangelis's smile stretched across his face, carving grooves in each cheek and flashing a set of straight white teeth in a look that made him seem far more boyish than his thirty-two years.
She found herself lost in the feel of him. Being this close to him, it was a full assault on each of her senses. Selene couldn’t deny that the scent of him was distracting, so different from the usual musk he carried after a day of training. He was clean, with the scent of tomes surrounding them. His own sounds, the shocked moan to match her own, multiplied her own desire. Even with her eyes closed, she could picture his own look perfectly. And every place his hands seemed to touch set her afire, her own hand leaving trails of ice behind.
She didn’t know it could be like this between two people. Her parents were in love, but from what she’d seen of the two of them, it was far more quiet. Gentle touches here and there, a casual knowing look as they watched their children, but never anything heated. At least, nothing she recognized until she got older. She thought that passion just came from simple, basic lust. And maybe it did, but she didn’t realize that love could make you feel like this as well. She was learning so much about herself, and about her emotions for him.
And each new feeling made her anxious for the fighting to be said and done so that they could be wed already.
As she bravely allowed herself to relax into the feel of him, to sneak a true taste of what he was like, it was as if he was struck by Zeus. He pulled away quickly, and for a moment, she was worried she’d done something wholly wrong. Was that not how he liked to kiss? Was her open mouth too brazen for him? Her cheeks flushed, brushing back a piece of hair for something to do with her hands. He pushed back, keeping her at arms length. How must she have looked? Bright eyed with lust, hair slightly tousled from the embrace, heat to the tips of her ears-- this was not the behavior of a future queen. And perhaps he was realizing that as well. ”I am sor…” She started, feeling like she had to say something. But then, with a second beat, his hand was moving to his own lips.
And then he smiled.
Not just the little turn of his lip upward, amusement hidden in his eyes. Not the smirk she was used to. No, this was a genuine smile that lit up his face. If she could have turned redder, she may have. Instead, she let out a soft laugh, a little unsure of herself and of his sanity, to be honest. ”What?” She asked, ”Was it that bad?” She was a bit uncertain of herself in that moment, watching his face and trying to figure out exactly what was going through his mind.
Did she do it wrong?
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She found herself lost in the feel of him. Being this close to him, it was a full assault on each of her senses. Selene couldn’t deny that the scent of him was distracting, so different from the usual musk he carried after a day of training. He was clean, with the scent of tomes surrounding them. His own sounds, the shocked moan to match her own, multiplied her own desire. Even with her eyes closed, she could picture his own look perfectly. And every place his hands seemed to touch set her afire, her own hand leaving trails of ice behind.
She didn’t know it could be like this between two people. Her parents were in love, but from what she’d seen of the two of them, it was far more quiet. Gentle touches here and there, a casual knowing look as they watched their children, but never anything heated. At least, nothing she recognized until she got older. She thought that passion just came from simple, basic lust. And maybe it did, but she didn’t realize that love could make you feel like this as well. She was learning so much about herself, and about her emotions for him.
And each new feeling made her anxious for the fighting to be said and done so that they could be wed already.
As she bravely allowed herself to relax into the feel of him, to sneak a true taste of what he was like, it was as if he was struck by Zeus. He pulled away quickly, and for a moment, she was worried she’d done something wholly wrong. Was that not how he liked to kiss? Was her open mouth too brazen for him? Her cheeks flushed, brushing back a piece of hair for something to do with her hands. He pushed back, keeping her at arms length. How must she have looked? Bright eyed with lust, hair slightly tousled from the embrace, heat to the tips of her ears-- this was not the behavior of a future queen. And perhaps he was realizing that as well. ”I am sor…” She started, feeling like she had to say something. But then, with a second beat, his hand was moving to his own lips.
And then he smiled.
Not just the little turn of his lip upward, amusement hidden in his eyes. Not the smirk she was used to. No, this was a genuine smile that lit up his face. If she could have turned redder, she may have. Instead, she let out a soft laugh, a little unsure of herself and of his sanity, to be honest. ”What?” She asked, ”Was it that bad?” She was a bit uncertain of herself in that moment, watching his face and trying to figure out exactly what was going through his mind.
Did she do it wrong?
She found herself lost in the feel of him. Being this close to him, it was a full assault on each of her senses. Selene couldn’t deny that the scent of him was distracting, so different from the usual musk he carried after a day of training. He was clean, with the scent of tomes surrounding them. His own sounds, the shocked moan to match her own, multiplied her own desire. Even with her eyes closed, she could picture his own look perfectly. And every place his hands seemed to touch set her afire, her own hand leaving trails of ice behind.
She didn’t know it could be like this between two people. Her parents were in love, but from what she’d seen of the two of them, it was far more quiet. Gentle touches here and there, a casual knowing look as they watched their children, but never anything heated. At least, nothing she recognized until she got older. She thought that passion just came from simple, basic lust. And maybe it did, but she didn’t realize that love could make you feel like this as well. She was learning so much about herself, and about her emotions for him.
And each new feeling made her anxious for the fighting to be said and done so that they could be wed already.
As she bravely allowed herself to relax into the feel of him, to sneak a true taste of what he was like, it was as if he was struck by Zeus. He pulled away quickly, and for a moment, she was worried she’d done something wholly wrong. Was that not how he liked to kiss? Was her open mouth too brazen for him? Her cheeks flushed, brushing back a piece of hair for something to do with her hands. He pushed back, keeping her at arms length. How must she have looked? Bright eyed with lust, hair slightly tousled from the embrace, heat to the tips of her ears-- this was not the behavior of a future queen. And perhaps he was realizing that as well. ”I am sor…” She started, feeling like she had to say something. But then, with a second beat, his hand was moving to his own lips.
And then he smiled.
Not just the little turn of his lip upward, amusement hidden in his eyes. Not the smirk she was used to. No, this was a genuine smile that lit up his face. If she could have turned redder, she may have. Instead, she let out a soft laugh, a little unsure of herself and of his sanity, to be honest. ”What?” She asked, ”Was it that bad?” She was a bit uncertain of herself in that moment, watching his face and trying to figure out exactly what was going through his mind.
Did she do it wrong?
Vangelis was a little lost in his own internals - the way in which his chest had seemed to tighten and his gut had burned and his limbs had sought to reach for Selene and draw her closer than his etiquette-appropriate upbringing would have permitted. His desire had been to lean in, to pressure and to take. But his mind had rationalised and carefully measured his emotions with his desires. For no matter the lust he might have now realised he held for the woman, he never once wanted to hurt her in the process of quenching that lust.
The difference between such a combination was almost frustrating in the light of his no-holds barred physicality with previous lovers whom he wouldn't permit into his mind in that moment. But it was a sweet frustration. As if he were resigning himself to moderation of something that he might otherwise find too consuming to relinquish.
When Selene's expression turned to one of worry, her cheeks blooming in a bright colour than he had yet seen upon them, Vangelis felt his smile spread wider at her question, the creases in his cheeks stretching down to his jawline and his teeth flashing in the light. It was bizarre - as if one smile had suddenly broken the dam on positive expression and now, he couldn't get the stupid thing off his face.
Shaking his head and watching her with a sweetness that he didn't realise he was feeling or shared on his features, Vangelis waved a hand to openly encompass all that was Selene, from her light hair glinting in the candlelight to the manner in which her dress had become rumpled in their... encounter.
"The opposite." He assured her. "I wasn't aware that I still had any concerns in regards to my choice of wife but apparently I can rest easy now that those I wasn't aware of have been assuaged." His expression became more serious but still light, personal and intimate. "Though... that..." He gestured to the open space between them where all fire had been let loose in both their nerve endings. "Will not be happening again until we wed. I'll not risk... consequences. And much more of that and I won't be so rational."
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Vangelis was a little lost in his own internals - the way in which his chest had seemed to tighten and his gut had burned and his limbs had sought to reach for Selene and draw her closer than his etiquette-appropriate upbringing would have permitted. His desire had been to lean in, to pressure and to take. But his mind had rationalised and carefully measured his emotions with his desires. For no matter the lust he might have now realised he held for the woman, he never once wanted to hurt her in the process of quenching that lust.
The difference between such a combination was almost frustrating in the light of his no-holds barred physicality with previous lovers whom he wouldn't permit into his mind in that moment. But it was a sweet frustration. As if he were resigning himself to moderation of something that he might otherwise find too consuming to relinquish.
When Selene's expression turned to one of worry, her cheeks blooming in a bright colour than he had yet seen upon them, Vangelis felt his smile spread wider at her question, the creases in his cheeks stretching down to his jawline and his teeth flashing in the light. It was bizarre - as if one smile had suddenly broken the dam on positive expression and now, he couldn't get the stupid thing off his face.
Shaking his head and watching her with a sweetness that he didn't realise he was feeling or shared on his features, Vangelis waved a hand to openly encompass all that was Selene, from her light hair glinting in the candlelight to the manner in which her dress had become rumpled in their... encounter.
"The opposite." He assured her. "I wasn't aware that I still had any concerns in regards to my choice of wife but apparently I can rest easy now that those I wasn't aware of have been assuaged." His expression became more serious but still light, personal and intimate. "Though... that..." He gestured to the open space between them where all fire had been let loose in both their nerve endings. "Will not be happening again until we wed. I'll not risk... consequences. And much more of that and I won't be so rational."
Vangelis was a little lost in his own internals - the way in which his chest had seemed to tighten and his gut had burned and his limbs had sought to reach for Selene and draw her closer than his etiquette-appropriate upbringing would have permitted. His desire had been to lean in, to pressure and to take. But his mind had rationalised and carefully measured his emotions with his desires. For no matter the lust he might have now realised he held for the woman, he never once wanted to hurt her in the process of quenching that lust.
The difference between such a combination was almost frustrating in the light of his no-holds barred physicality with previous lovers whom he wouldn't permit into his mind in that moment. But it was a sweet frustration. As if he were resigning himself to moderation of something that he might otherwise find too consuming to relinquish.
When Selene's expression turned to one of worry, her cheeks blooming in a bright colour than he had yet seen upon them, Vangelis felt his smile spread wider at her question, the creases in his cheeks stretching down to his jawline and his teeth flashing in the light. It was bizarre - as if one smile had suddenly broken the dam on positive expression and now, he couldn't get the stupid thing off his face.
Shaking his head and watching her with a sweetness that he didn't realise he was feeling or shared on his features, Vangelis waved a hand to openly encompass all that was Selene, from her light hair glinting in the candlelight to the manner in which her dress had become rumpled in their... encounter.
"The opposite." He assured her. "I wasn't aware that I still had any concerns in regards to my choice of wife but apparently I can rest easy now that those I wasn't aware of have been assuaged." His expression became more serious but still light, personal and intimate. "Though... that..." He gestured to the open space between them where all fire had been let loose in both their nerve endings. "Will not be happening again until we wed. I'll not risk... consequences. And much more of that and I won't be so rational."
She had been concerned that her actions had been too bold, too much for what felt as if it was going to be simply a marriage of politics. There was no need for affection, not when the match was one that was made for the good of the kingdom. But unlike what would have been her marriage to Zacharias, there was far more attraction here. For one, she was certain that there was no perference for the same sex in this crown prince. But secondly, and far more importantly for her, there had been no expectation of marriage. She would have never considered herself an interest of his, not when he seemed so set on them staying friends. While her own emotions for him bloomed quietly in her heart, she didn’t expect him to burn for her as well.
He had never made a point of her looks, never focused on what she looked like. Instead, his comments were always in favor of her character, which were far more meaningful that anyone who would comment on her blessing.
So when his face brightened further by her uncertainty in her actions, knowing that he seemed to enjoy her in that way as well brought another warmth to her abdomen. He surveyed her, really looked at her, and it made her blush further. Sure, she’d been looked at by men before, wore dresses that were designed to draw the eye of men. She was a trophy, in a lot of ways. So it wasn’t that she wasn’t used to the glances and intimate stares of a man before, but that this man would one day get to see every inch of her body.
He would own her, in every way a man could. And she was looking forward to that.
The notion of waiting seemed silly to her. If they were to marry anyway, what did it matter if he left her with child? And if something happened and he perished, their child might live on. So while she was nervous about finally being his, there was a little disappointment that he didn’t wish to claim her as his in that way. The heat in her stomach grew, then waned. It was not like her to try to change his mind in that way, and she respected him too much to try. The last thing she wanted to do was lose his respect and trust because she wanted him. ”Then you must return from Egypt with as much speed as possible, so that we may wed.” She said very matter-of-factly, knowing that it was her duty to keep the hope between them.
As a general, he was often tasked with dark and difficult duties. She had no doubt that it would be difficult for him to stay optimistic about things while he was in the middle of it. If nothing else, she knew that she would be his hope, his reason to fight even harder to return. He may not have loved her, but he had a fiance to return to, and a bright future ahead of him. ”I shall try to restrain myself until then. Though I feel as if I have discovered the pleasure of your kisses with so little time that I must get my fill before I am required to go without.” It was a bold statement, but one she felt that she could make alone like this. To prove her point, she leaned forward for a far more chaste kiss, pulling back before either could escalate it further. Her hand came up to his cheek, resting gently against the skin there.
She wanted nothing more than to close her eyes every night while he was gone and see that smile on her face. That would be what got her through this.
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She had been concerned that her actions had been too bold, too much for what felt as if it was going to be simply a marriage of politics. There was no need for affection, not when the match was one that was made for the good of the kingdom. But unlike what would have been her marriage to Zacharias, there was far more attraction here. For one, she was certain that there was no perference for the same sex in this crown prince. But secondly, and far more importantly for her, there had been no expectation of marriage. She would have never considered herself an interest of his, not when he seemed so set on them staying friends. While her own emotions for him bloomed quietly in her heart, she didn’t expect him to burn for her as well.
He had never made a point of her looks, never focused on what she looked like. Instead, his comments were always in favor of her character, which were far more meaningful that anyone who would comment on her blessing.
So when his face brightened further by her uncertainty in her actions, knowing that he seemed to enjoy her in that way as well brought another warmth to her abdomen. He surveyed her, really looked at her, and it made her blush further. Sure, she’d been looked at by men before, wore dresses that were designed to draw the eye of men. She was a trophy, in a lot of ways. So it wasn’t that she wasn’t used to the glances and intimate stares of a man before, but that this man would one day get to see every inch of her body.
He would own her, in every way a man could. And she was looking forward to that.
The notion of waiting seemed silly to her. If they were to marry anyway, what did it matter if he left her with child? And if something happened and he perished, their child might live on. So while she was nervous about finally being his, there was a little disappointment that he didn’t wish to claim her as his in that way. The heat in her stomach grew, then waned. It was not like her to try to change his mind in that way, and she respected him too much to try. The last thing she wanted to do was lose his respect and trust because she wanted him. ”Then you must return from Egypt with as much speed as possible, so that we may wed.” She said very matter-of-factly, knowing that it was her duty to keep the hope between them.
As a general, he was often tasked with dark and difficult duties. She had no doubt that it would be difficult for him to stay optimistic about things while he was in the middle of it. If nothing else, she knew that she would be his hope, his reason to fight even harder to return. He may not have loved her, but he had a fiance to return to, and a bright future ahead of him. ”I shall try to restrain myself until then. Though I feel as if I have discovered the pleasure of your kisses with so little time that I must get my fill before I am required to go without.” It was a bold statement, but one she felt that she could make alone like this. To prove her point, she leaned forward for a far more chaste kiss, pulling back before either could escalate it further. Her hand came up to his cheek, resting gently against the skin there.
She wanted nothing more than to close her eyes every night while he was gone and see that smile on her face. That would be what got her through this.
She had been concerned that her actions had been too bold, too much for what felt as if it was going to be simply a marriage of politics. There was no need for affection, not when the match was one that was made for the good of the kingdom. But unlike what would have been her marriage to Zacharias, there was far more attraction here. For one, she was certain that there was no perference for the same sex in this crown prince. But secondly, and far more importantly for her, there had been no expectation of marriage. She would have never considered herself an interest of his, not when he seemed so set on them staying friends. While her own emotions for him bloomed quietly in her heart, she didn’t expect him to burn for her as well.
He had never made a point of her looks, never focused on what she looked like. Instead, his comments were always in favor of her character, which were far more meaningful that anyone who would comment on her blessing.
So when his face brightened further by her uncertainty in her actions, knowing that he seemed to enjoy her in that way as well brought another warmth to her abdomen. He surveyed her, really looked at her, and it made her blush further. Sure, she’d been looked at by men before, wore dresses that were designed to draw the eye of men. She was a trophy, in a lot of ways. So it wasn’t that she wasn’t used to the glances and intimate stares of a man before, but that this man would one day get to see every inch of her body.
He would own her, in every way a man could. And she was looking forward to that.
The notion of waiting seemed silly to her. If they were to marry anyway, what did it matter if he left her with child? And if something happened and he perished, their child might live on. So while she was nervous about finally being his, there was a little disappointment that he didn’t wish to claim her as his in that way. The heat in her stomach grew, then waned. It was not like her to try to change his mind in that way, and she respected him too much to try. The last thing she wanted to do was lose his respect and trust because she wanted him. ”Then you must return from Egypt with as much speed as possible, so that we may wed.” She said very matter-of-factly, knowing that it was her duty to keep the hope between them.
As a general, he was often tasked with dark and difficult duties. She had no doubt that it would be difficult for him to stay optimistic about things while he was in the middle of it. If nothing else, she knew that she would be his hope, his reason to fight even harder to return. He may not have loved her, but he had a fiance to return to, and a bright future ahead of him. ”I shall try to restrain myself until then. Though I feel as if I have discovered the pleasure of your kisses with so little time that I must get my fill before I am required to go without.” It was a bold statement, but one she felt that she could make alone like this. To prove her point, she leaned forward for a far more chaste kiss, pulling back before either could escalate it further. Her hand came up to his cheek, resting gently against the skin there.
She wanted nothing more than to close her eyes every night while he was gone and see that smile on her face. That would be what got her through this.
Almost annoyed that he couldn't seem to get the dratted thing off his face, Vangelis smiled when Selene spoke of him coming back from Egypt with all eagerness and speed so that he might wed her sooner. He took such an instruction - a humorous order, even - on the part of his future wife as a good sign in her attraction for him. For whilst he might have been ignorant of any deeper feelings of affection for her, he was not unaware that the physicality of love was something that could be stoked and encouraged without the involvement of the heart. And to hold a wife who help no interest in her wifely duties in the bedchamber would have been both a chore and an anxiety.
His future, however, appeared rosy in that department and Vangelis was glad for such a development here in the library. Even if it had left him with a fever that didn't seem ready to abate and an uncomfortable restriction in his pants.
When Selene leaned forwards to make her vow confirmed by a kiss, Vangelis did nothing to resist her and offered the soft touch of his lips in return, sensing the heat of his belly rise once more at how chaste and tentatively she offered herself to him. He made a light groan in the back of his throat her touch and her words and shook his head a little.
"You play unfairly, Lady Selene." He offered, teasing a little with the use of the title. "If I must restrain myself, so too should you. Else my nerves will be frayed before I am on the boat to Egypt."
Whilst he had sensed that such a choice - to postpone any union between them until after he returned from war - was a disappointing one to her, it was one that Vangelis would not yield upon. If he were to leave her with child before sailing to Egypt and he did not return... She would have been the mother of an illegitimate Kotas. Still unmarried and even more unlikely to find a suitable union or match from that point onwards.
Vangelis would not have that.
His refusal to marry her was perhaps an indirect expression of affection. For he would rather she remain in the status she was - still chaste and able to offer herself as a virgin bride of wealth and Taengean status, than be relegated to an unmarried mother of a son adopted into a family to which she did not belong. He would not have it.
But now was not the time to speak of these things.
Now was the time to enjoy what moments they had together, before Vangelis to due to sail south...
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Almost annoyed that he couldn't seem to get the dratted thing off his face, Vangelis smiled when Selene spoke of him coming back from Egypt with all eagerness and speed so that he might wed her sooner. He took such an instruction - a humorous order, even - on the part of his future wife as a good sign in her attraction for him. For whilst he might have been ignorant of any deeper feelings of affection for her, he was not unaware that the physicality of love was something that could be stoked and encouraged without the involvement of the heart. And to hold a wife who help no interest in her wifely duties in the bedchamber would have been both a chore and an anxiety.
His future, however, appeared rosy in that department and Vangelis was glad for such a development here in the library. Even if it had left him with a fever that didn't seem ready to abate and an uncomfortable restriction in his pants.
When Selene leaned forwards to make her vow confirmed by a kiss, Vangelis did nothing to resist her and offered the soft touch of his lips in return, sensing the heat of his belly rise once more at how chaste and tentatively she offered herself to him. He made a light groan in the back of his throat her touch and her words and shook his head a little.
"You play unfairly, Lady Selene." He offered, teasing a little with the use of the title. "If I must restrain myself, so too should you. Else my nerves will be frayed before I am on the boat to Egypt."
Whilst he had sensed that such a choice - to postpone any union between them until after he returned from war - was a disappointing one to her, it was one that Vangelis would not yield upon. If he were to leave her with child before sailing to Egypt and he did not return... She would have been the mother of an illegitimate Kotas. Still unmarried and even more unlikely to find a suitable union or match from that point onwards.
Vangelis would not have that.
His refusal to marry her was perhaps an indirect expression of affection. For he would rather she remain in the status she was - still chaste and able to offer herself as a virgin bride of wealth and Taengean status, than be relegated to an unmarried mother of a son adopted into a family to which she did not belong. He would not have it.
But now was not the time to speak of these things.
Now was the time to enjoy what moments they had together, before Vangelis to due to sail south...
Almost annoyed that he couldn't seem to get the dratted thing off his face, Vangelis smiled when Selene spoke of him coming back from Egypt with all eagerness and speed so that he might wed her sooner. He took such an instruction - a humorous order, even - on the part of his future wife as a good sign in her attraction for him. For whilst he might have been ignorant of any deeper feelings of affection for her, he was not unaware that the physicality of love was something that could be stoked and encouraged without the involvement of the heart. And to hold a wife who help no interest in her wifely duties in the bedchamber would have been both a chore and an anxiety.
His future, however, appeared rosy in that department and Vangelis was glad for such a development here in the library. Even if it had left him with a fever that didn't seem ready to abate and an uncomfortable restriction in his pants.
When Selene leaned forwards to make her vow confirmed by a kiss, Vangelis did nothing to resist her and offered the soft touch of his lips in return, sensing the heat of his belly rise once more at how chaste and tentatively she offered herself to him. He made a light groan in the back of his throat her touch and her words and shook his head a little.
"You play unfairly, Lady Selene." He offered, teasing a little with the use of the title. "If I must restrain myself, so too should you. Else my nerves will be frayed before I am on the boat to Egypt."
Whilst he had sensed that such a choice - to postpone any union between them until after he returned from war - was a disappointing one to her, it was one that Vangelis would not yield upon. If he were to leave her with child before sailing to Egypt and he did not return... She would have been the mother of an illegitimate Kotas. Still unmarried and even more unlikely to find a suitable union or match from that point onwards.
Vangelis would not have that.
His refusal to marry her was perhaps an indirect expression of affection. For he would rather she remain in the status she was - still chaste and able to offer herself as a virgin bride of wealth and Taengean status, than be relegated to an unmarried mother of a son adopted into a family to which she did not belong. He would not have it.
But now was not the time to speak of these things.
Now was the time to enjoy what moments they had together, before Vangelis to due to sail south...