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Myrrine chuckled along with him at his reassurance. “Any other day, I probably wouldn’t either,” she admitted. Perhaps in another life that might be different. But the woman she had become didn’t act impulsively. She made choices on logic, based on what was best for everyone else around her. Her own wants hadn’t mattered since she was thirteen years old. She hadn’t allowed herself something so basic as a want in so long she couldn’t even remember.
Everything about this was unusual, but she knew deep in her core that with him she could never regret any of it.
She couldn’t fight the urge to roll her eyes as he told he that he wasn’t overly impressive, shaking her head wryly. But she replied the only way she could.“But you’re different. You are that impressive to me, Hashe. You are to me.” What mattered more than that?
His nose brushed against hers, sending another shiver through her body. If there had been any doubts, that tiniest of touches erased it. Her lips met his and it was like unlike anything she has ever experienced. It was slow and it was tender, even as she clung to him, her fingers buried in his hair. She felt his hands moving over her body, felt him shift closer, standing between her legs, pulling her closer. She hadn’t thought it was possible, to be closer than they were when the kiss began. He had proven her wrong.
When he pulled away, she felt dazed, as though time had stopped and the kiss could have lasted a moment or a hundred. Yet she couldn’t stop the small moan that came and faded into a whimper as he dragged his teeth across her lip. His hand moved into her hair before pulling her lips to his again. This time was nothing like the last.
What had once been gentle was now laced with urgency and need. She melted against him, leaning into him with all her weight, trusting him to hold her. She responded eagerly to his kiss, pouring every denied want of the last twelve years into it. For once in her life, she was taking what she wanted. And what she wanted was him.
Her legs squeezed around his hips, lifting slightly to hook around his own, drawing him into her. Finally she had to part from his lips to breath, but she didn’t simply pull away. Instead, her lips moved to the side, beginning a line of kisses that worked down the line of his jaw and shifting to his neck. After a moment, her lips moved instead to suck at his earlobe, teeth scraping lightly over the tender flesh as she released it. When she spoke, her breath was a hot whisper on his ear.
“Touch me, Hashe. Please.”
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Myrrine chuckled along with him at his reassurance. “Any other day, I probably wouldn’t either,” she admitted. Perhaps in another life that might be different. But the woman she had become didn’t act impulsively. She made choices on logic, based on what was best for everyone else around her. Her own wants hadn’t mattered since she was thirteen years old. She hadn’t allowed herself something so basic as a want in so long she couldn’t even remember.
Everything about this was unusual, but she knew deep in her core that with him she could never regret any of it.
She couldn’t fight the urge to roll her eyes as he told he that he wasn’t overly impressive, shaking her head wryly. But she replied the only way she could.“But you’re different. You are that impressive to me, Hashe. You are to me.” What mattered more than that?
His nose brushed against hers, sending another shiver through her body. If there had been any doubts, that tiniest of touches erased it. Her lips met his and it was like unlike anything she has ever experienced. It was slow and it was tender, even as she clung to him, her fingers buried in his hair. She felt his hands moving over her body, felt him shift closer, standing between her legs, pulling her closer. She hadn’t thought it was possible, to be closer than they were when the kiss began. He had proven her wrong.
When he pulled away, she felt dazed, as though time had stopped and the kiss could have lasted a moment or a hundred. Yet she couldn’t stop the small moan that came and faded into a whimper as he dragged his teeth across her lip. His hand moved into her hair before pulling her lips to his again. This time was nothing like the last.
What had once been gentle was now laced with urgency and need. She melted against him, leaning into him with all her weight, trusting him to hold her. She responded eagerly to his kiss, pouring every denied want of the last twelve years into it. For once in her life, she was taking what she wanted. And what she wanted was him.
Her legs squeezed around his hips, lifting slightly to hook around his own, drawing him into her. Finally she had to part from his lips to breath, but she didn’t simply pull away. Instead, her lips moved to the side, beginning a line of kisses that worked down the line of his jaw and shifting to his neck. After a moment, her lips moved instead to suck at his earlobe, teeth scraping lightly over the tender flesh as she released it. When she spoke, her breath was a hot whisper on his ear.
“Touch me, Hashe. Please.”
Myrrine chuckled along with him at his reassurance. “Any other day, I probably wouldn’t either,” she admitted. Perhaps in another life that might be different. But the woman she had become didn’t act impulsively. She made choices on logic, based on what was best for everyone else around her. Her own wants hadn’t mattered since she was thirteen years old. She hadn’t allowed herself something so basic as a want in so long she couldn’t even remember.
Everything about this was unusual, but she knew deep in her core that with him she could never regret any of it.
She couldn’t fight the urge to roll her eyes as he told he that he wasn’t overly impressive, shaking her head wryly. But she replied the only way she could.“But you’re different. You are that impressive to me, Hashe. You are to me.” What mattered more than that?
His nose brushed against hers, sending another shiver through her body. If there had been any doubts, that tiniest of touches erased it. Her lips met his and it was like unlike anything she has ever experienced. It was slow and it was tender, even as she clung to him, her fingers buried in his hair. She felt his hands moving over her body, felt him shift closer, standing between her legs, pulling her closer. She hadn’t thought it was possible, to be closer than they were when the kiss began. He had proven her wrong.
When he pulled away, she felt dazed, as though time had stopped and the kiss could have lasted a moment or a hundred. Yet she couldn’t stop the small moan that came and faded into a whimper as he dragged his teeth across her lip. His hand moved into her hair before pulling her lips to his again. This time was nothing like the last.
What had once been gentle was now laced with urgency and need. She melted against him, leaning into him with all her weight, trusting him to hold her. She responded eagerly to his kiss, pouring every denied want of the last twelve years into it. For once in her life, she was taking what she wanted. And what she wanted was him.
Her legs squeezed around his hips, lifting slightly to hook around his own, drawing him into her. Finally she had to part from his lips to breath, but she didn’t simply pull away. Instead, her lips moved to the side, beginning a line of kisses that worked down the line of his jaw and shifting to his neck. After a moment, her lips moved instead to suck at his earlobe, teeth scraping lightly over the tender flesh as she released it. When she spoke, her breath was a hot whisper on his ear.
“Touch me, Hashe. Please.”
"Then I'm glad I caught you on an odd day."
The roll of her eyes had him grinning, if she wanted him to be impressive to her then who was he to argue. He wasn't about to share every detail of his life with her, it would likely only frighten her away. So he would let her build whatever fantasy she desired, whatever it was that she wanted to believe, she could have it all for tonight. Every sound she made was intoxicating, each breath that was almost a gasp only spurring him on.
She allowed him to pull her even closer, and a thrill went through him as her legs wrapped even tighter around his hips, the way they flexed against him showing he was doing something very right. His arm around her hips very nearly lifted her off the barrel she was seated on, trying to bring their bodies as close as possible as they devoured one another, bracing himself against the solid wood to keep them from tumbling over one way or another.
When Myrrine broke away again he had fully intended to dive in once more, distracted only by her lips on his jaw, then his throat. It was rare in his encounters for it to be much more than the basic need they were both seeking. Prostitutes didn't spend time trying to be romantic, and rarely had any of his past conquests bothered to test their lips elsewhere, at least not so far up on his body. A throaty hum left him and his head tipped aside to allow her access to more skin, the bite to his ear called forth a hiss and his nails dug against her flesh.
He hadn't expected her request, but he was in no way prepared to deny her. With her breath still warm on his ear Nahash wasted no time giving in, releasing her hair from his grip and instead reaching for the sleeves of her chiton, tugging them down in a swift motion. The skin that was bared to him was soft and smooth, and he was quick to press his lips to her collarbone at the connection of shoulder and throat, blissfully ignoring any mark that might appear beneath his affections. As his kisses slid slowly down to her chest, he slipped his hands beneath her folds of her skirt, finding her bare legs and brushing calloused fingers slowly up the length of her inner thigh until he found at her center what he was searching for. She had asked for his touch, who was he to deny a lady her desires.
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"Then I'm glad I caught you on an odd day."
The roll of her eyes had him grinning, if she wanted him to be impressive to her then who was he to argue. He wasn't about to share every detail of his life with her, it would likely only frighten her away. So he would let her build whatever fantasy she desired, whatever it was that she wanted to believe, she could have it all for tonight. Every sound she made was intoxicating, each breath that was almost a gasp only spurring him on.
She allowed him to pull her even closer, and a thrill went through him as her legs wrapped even tighter around his hips, the way they flexed against him showing he was doing something very right. His arm around her hips very nearly lifted her off the barrel she was seated on, trying to bring their bodies as close as possible as they devoured one another, bracing himself against the solid wood to keep them from tumbling over one way or another.
When Myrrine broke away again he had fully intended to dive in once more, distracted only by her lips on his jaw, then his throat. It was rare in his encounters for it to be much more than the basic need they were both seeking. Prostitutes didn't spend time trying to be romantic, and rarely had any of his past conquests bothered to test their lips elsewhere, at least not so far up on his body. A throaty hum left him and his head tipped aside to allow her access to more skin, the bite to his ear called forth a hiss and his nails dug against her flesh.
He hadn't expected her request, but he was in no way prepared to deny her. With her breath still warm on his ear Nahash wasted no time giving in, releasing her hair from his grip and instead reaching for the sleeves of her chiton, tugging them down in a swift motion. The skin that was bared to him was soft and smooth, and he was quick to press his lips to her collarbone at the connection of shoulder and throat, blissfully ignoring any mark that might appear beneath his affections. As his kisses slid slowly down to her chest, he slipped his hands beneath her folds of her skirt, finding her bare legs and brushing calloused fingers slowly up the length of her inner thigh until he found at her center what he was searching for. She had asked for his touch, who was he to deny a lady her desires.
"Then I'm glad I caught you on an odd day."
The roll of her eyes had him grinning, if she wanted him to be impressive to her then who was he to argue. He wasn't about to share every detail of his life with her, it would likely only frighten her away. So he would let her build whatever fantasy she desired, whatever it was that she wanted to believe, she could have it all for tonight. Every sound she made was intoxicating, each breath that was almost a gasp only spurring him on.
She allowed him to pull her even closer, and a thrill went through him as her legs wrapped even tighter around his hips, the way they flexed against him showing he was doing something very right. His arm around her hips very nearly lifted her off the barrel she was seated on, trying to bring their bodies as close as possible as they devoured one another, bracing himself against the solid wood to keep them from tumbling over one way or another.
When Myrrine broke away again he had fully intended to dive in once more, distracted only by her lips on his jaw, then his throat. It was rare in his encounters for it to be much more than the basic need they were both seeking. Prostitutes didn't spend time trying to be romantic, and rarely had any of his past conquests bothered to test their lips elsewhere, at least not so far up on his body. A throaty hum left him and his head tipped aside to allow her access to more skin, the bite to his ear called forth a hiss and his nails dug against her flesh.
He hadn't expected her request, but he was in no way prepared to deny her. With her breath still warm on his ear Nahash wasted no time giving in, releasing her hair from his grip and instead reaching for the sleeves of her chiton, tugging them down in a swift motion. The skin that was bared to him was soft and smooth, and he was quick to press his lips to her collarbone at the connection of shoulder and throat, blissfully ignoring any mark that might appear beneath his affections. As his kisses slid slowly down to her chest, he slipped his hands beneath her folds of her skirt, finding her bare legs and brushing calloused fingers slowly up the length of her inner thigh until he found at her center what he was searching for. She had asked for his touch, who was he to deny a lady her desires.
If she had retained any shred of awareness, she would have marveled about the way he held them steady as he was essentially holding her weight - she was barely touching the barrel any longer. Her legs wrapped around him tighter, focused only on staying as close to him as she could - his fire fueling hers.
Myrrine was operating on pure adrenaline and instinct at this point. Luckily, it seemed that he was enjoying where her lips traveled, at least judging by the way his throat rumbled beneath her. The way he tipped his head back in silent permission to continue. Then as she moved to his ear, the hiss that escaped his lips and the way his fingers dug into her filled her with a deep satisfaction.
She was desperate for the feel of him. There was no doubt in her that his hands could play her like an instrument if given the chance. Her knowledge in this department was lacking, but she wasn’t about to back away from him now. Myrrine trusted him - as mad as that sounded. She had known him all of a handful of minutes and yet she trusted him deeply. She wouldn’t be here if she didn’t.
He pulled down the sleeves of her chiton so fast she nearly missed the motion but for the sudden chill on her skin, though that wasn’t what had her shivering at all. His lips pressed to her throat, drawing forth another long low moan. Her hands slipped from his hair to rest loosely at the base of his neck, falling down to rest at his upper arms.
His kisses moved lower as his hands shifted beneath the fabric of her clothes. Her hands fell away from him, moving so she could lean back on them, bracing herself as he explored her body. Her chest heaved as she panted for breath, her head tipping back as his attentions drew a stream of small sounds from her. She found she loved the feel of his hands on her skin. They were rough with callouses which somehow only heightened every touch.
As he reached her center, she found herself eager still. It was insane, truly it was. But she wasn’t ready for his touch to end. She would stop things before it went too far - she’d have to. For now though, her want and curiosity won out. She craved him, even as she trembled beneath him. She shifted slightly, tilting her hips up towards him as she loosened the grip of her legs, spreading herself slightly more for him.
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If she had retained any shred of awareness, she would have marveled about the way he held them steady as he was essentially holding her weight - she was barely touching the barrel any longer. Her legs wrapped around him tighter, focused only on staying as close to him as she could - his fire fueling hers.
Myrrine was operating on pure adrenaline and instinct at this point. Luckily, it seemed that he was enjoying where her lips traveled, at least judging by the way his throat rumbled beneath her. The way he tipped his head back in silent permission to continue. Then as she moved to his ear, the hiss that escaped his lips and the way his fingers dug into her filled her with a deep satisfaction.
She was desperate for the feel of him. There was no doubt in her that his hands could play her like an instrument if given the chance. Her knowledge in this department was lacking, but she wasn’t about to back away from him now. Myrrine trusted him - as mad as that sounded. She had known him all of a handful of minutes and yet she trusted him deeply. She wouldn’t be here if she didn’t.
He pulled down the sleeves of her chiton so fast she nearly missed the motion but for the sudden chill on her skin, though that wasn’t what had her shivering at all. His lips pressed to her throat, drawing forth another long low moan. Her hands slipped from his hair to rest loosely at the base of his neck, falling down to rest at his upper arms.
His kisses moved lower as his hands shifted beneath the fabric of her clothes. Her hands fell away from him, moving so she could lean back on them, bracing herself as he explored her body. Her chest heaved as she panted for breath, her head tipping back as his attentions drew a stream of small sounds from her. She found she loved the feel of his hands on her skin. They were rough with callouses which somehow only heightened every touch.
As he reached her center, she found herself eager still. It was insane, truly it was. But she wasn’t ready for his touch to end. She would stop things before it went too far - she’d have to. For now though, her want and curiosity won out. She craved him, even as she trembled beneath him. She shifted slightly, tilting her hips up towards him as she loosened the grip of her legs, spreading herself slightly more for him.
If she had retained any shred of awareness, she would have marveled about the way he held them steady as he was essentially holding her weight - she was barely touching the barrel any longer. Her legs wrapped around him tighter, focused only on staying as close to him as she could - his fire fueling hers.
Myrrine was operating on pure adrenaline and instinct at this point. Luckily, it seemed that he was enjoying where her lips traveled, at least judging by the way his throat rumbled beneath her. The way he tipped his head back in silent permission to continue. Then as she moved to his ear, the hiss that escaped his lips and the way his fingers dug into her filled her with a deep satisfaction.
She was desperate for the feel of him. There was no doubt in her that his hands could play her like an instrument if given the chance. Her knowledge in this department was lacking, but she wasn’t about to back away from him now. Myrrine trusted him - as mad as that sounded. She had known him all of a handful of minutes and yet she trusted him deeply. She wouldn’t be here if she didn’t.
He pulled down the sleeves of her chiton so fast she nearly missed the motion but for the sudden chill on her skin, though that wasn’t what had her shivering at all. His lips pressed to her throat, drawing forth another long low moan. Her hands slipped from his hair to rest loosely at the base of his neck, falling down to rest at his upper arms.
His kisses moved lower as his hands shifted beneath the fabric of her clothes. Her hands fell away from him, moving so she could lean back on them, bracing herself as he explored her body. Her chest heaved as she panted for breath, her head tipping back as his attentions drew a stream of small sounds from her. She found she loved the feel of his hands on her skin. They were rough with callouses which somehow only heightened every touch.
As he reached her center, she found herself eager still. It was insane, truly it was. But she wasn’t ready for his touch to end. She would stop things before it went too far - she’d have to. For now though, her want and curiosity won out. She craved him, even as she trembled beneath him. She shifted slightly, tilting her hips up towards him as she loosened the grip of her legs, spreading herself slightly more for him.
With every breath and hiss and sigh between them Nahash was eagerly letting his hesitations slip away. After all, though she didn't know they had known one another for a long while, nearly since he had set foot in Colchis. Perhaps if he had been a more honorable man, he would have stopped this, inform her that he was the old beggar who had lingered outside of her shop for so long. He could tell her that the reason he hadn't returned, the friend that she worried for so, was because he feared that she was getting too close, too attached to him. Lucky for him, Nahash held no sorts of noble sensibilities.
Her body was trembling in the most tantalizing way beneath his touch, and as she leaned back to open herself to him further he took advantage to draw even more fabric off of her skin. All he wanted to do in this moment was rip her clothing off entirely and take her here and now, have her crying his name and gasping in a manner that she would never be able to forget. Biting down on the swell of her breast, his tongue drew patterns against her skin as if trying to taste every inch of her, his fingers seeking to bring her apart as he teased the most sensitive flesh.
Nahash released the hold he had on her hips, allowing her to support herself as he moved to rid himself of his own layers. Frustrated by the fumbling of his one handed attempts to free himself from the strap of his belt, he gave a growl against her chest and reluctantly withdrew to aid in the removal of the irritating layers of clothing that were suddenly much more uncomfortable than they'd ever been. Eyes dark with lust were fixed upon her and as he finally removed the offending garments the thief reached for her once again, pressing against her with a wild grin.
"Myrrine..." It was a low request, a final moment for her to change her mind, and his patience was running thin.
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With every breath and hiss and sigh between them Nahash was eagerly letting his hesitations slip away. After all, though she didn't know they had known one another for a long while, nearly since he had set foot in Colchis. Perhaps if he had been a more honorable man, he would have stopped this, inform her that he was the old beggar who had lingered outside of her shop for so long. He could tell her that the reason he hadn't returned, the friend that she worried for so, was because he feared that she was getting too close, too attached to him. Lucky for him, Nahash held no sorts of noble sensibilities.
Her body was trembling in the most tantalizing way beneath his touch, and as she leaned back to open herself to him further he took advantage to draw even more fabric off of her skin. All he wanted to do in this moment was rip her clothing off entirely and take her here and now, have her crying his name and gasping in a manner that she would never be able to forget. Biting down on the swell of her breast, his tongue drew patterns against her skin as if trying to taste every inch of her, his fingers seeking to bring her apart as he teased the most sensitive flesh.
Nahash released the hold he had on her hips, allowing her to support herself as he moved to rid himself of his own layers. Frustrated by the fumbling of his one handed attempts to free himself from the strap of his belt, he gave a growl against her chest and reluctantly withdrew to aid in the removal of the irritating layers of clothing that were suddenly much more uncomfortable than they'd ever been. Eyes dark with lust were fixed upon her and as he finally removed the offending garments the thief reached for her once again, pressing against her with a wild grin.
"Myrrine..." It was a low request, a final moment for her to change her mind, and his patience was running thin.
With every breath and hiss and sigh between them Nahash was eagerly letting his hesitations slip away. After all, though she didn't know they had known one another for a long while, nearly since he had set foot in Colchis. Perhaps if he had been a more honorable man, he would have stopped this, inform her that he was the old beggar who had lingered outside of her shop for so long. He could tell her that the reason he hadn't returned, the friend that she worried for so, was because he feared that she was getting too close, too attached to him. Lucky for him, Nahash held no sorts of noble sensibilities.
Her body was trembling in the most tantalizing way beneath his touch, and as she leaned back to open herself to him further he took advantage to draw even more fabric off of her skin. All he wanted to do in this moment was rip her clothing off entirely and take her here and now, have her crying his name and gasping in a manner that she would never be able to forget. Biting down on the swell of her breast, his tongue drew patterns against her skin as if trying to taste every inch of her, his fingers seeking to bring her apart as he teased the most sensitive flesh.
Nahash released the hold he had on her hips, allowing her to support herself as he moved to rid himself of his own layers. Frustrated by the fumbling of his one handed attempts to free himself from the strap of his belt, he gave a growl against her chest and reluctantly withdrew to aid in the removal of the irritating layers of clothing that were suddenly much more uncomfortable than they'd ever been. Eyes dark with lust were fixed upon her and as he finally removed the offending garments the thief reached for her once again, pressing against her with a wild grin.
"Myrrine..." It was a low request, a final moment for her to change her mind, and his patience was running thin.
Myrrine couldn’t explain the way he made her feel safe. As though she knew him. His presence felt familiar to her and it was the strangest thing she’d ever experienced. She knew if she tried to tell anyone of this, they would think her crazy. Perhaps she was. Perhaps spending half her life putting herself last was finally catching up to her. Now was not the time to think about it.
Right now, she wasn’t much capable of thought - only feeling.
As she leaned back, making herself more available to him, she found herself even less covered than she had been a moment before. She should have cared, should have worried that someone might walk by and see herself exposed like this. Truth be told, the thought didn’t even cross her mind. All she could think of was the way Hashe felt against her. His lips, his teeth, his tongue, his hands. Every touch set her ablaze, drawing sounds forth from her lips that she had never known she was capable of.
She didn’t even notice at first when his hand left her hip to fumble with his own attire. Not until he withdrew completely with a frustrated growl. For a moment she was simply dazed by the sudden stop in sensation. Her heavy-lidded eyes slowly opened to look at him. It was only as he freed himself and turned his eyes back to her that she realized the implications of what was coming.
The way he said her name, low and rumbling, did something to her. A surge of pride, that she could do this to a man as incredible as he. That she could be desired by the sort of man that women would stop and stare at and fight over.
That didn’t stop her from freezing, eyes wide and full of panic. She had been soaring high from the pleasure of his touch and desire - and now she was plummeting to her demise.
She shifted her hips, pulling away slightly so she could sit up on the barrel once more, freeing her hands to reach out and rest of his arms, lightly clutching them, afraid her words would send him running. For a moment she dipped her head forward, so her forehead pressed against his chest. She needed to catch her breath and summon her courage to say what she had to.
“Hashe, the last thing I want is to deny you anything, but...” She swallowed hard. “Please understand... I can’t. Not like this. Not here.” Tears began to well up in her brown eyes as a sinking dread in her gut consumed her She was fighting her every instinct, determined not to cry in front of him, even as her lip and body quivered from the effort it took to restrain her emotions.
“I... I’m sorry. Please... please don’t hate me.”
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Myrrine couldn’t explain the way he made her feel safe. As though she knew him. His presence felt familiar to her and it was the strangest thing she’d ever experienced. She knew if she tried to tell anyone of this, they would think her crazy. Perhaps she was. Perhaps spending half her life putting herself last was finally catching up to her. Now was not the time to think about it.
Right now, she wasn’t much capable of thought - only feeling.
As she leaned back, making herself more available to him, she found herself even less covered than she had been a moment before. She should have cared, should have worried that someone might walk by and see herself exposed like this. Truth be told, the thought didn’t even cross her mind. All she could think of was the way Hashe felt against her. His lips, his teeth, his tongue, his hands. Every touch set her ablaze, drawing sounds forth from her lips that she had never known she was capable of.
She didn’t even notice at first when his hand left her hip to fumble with his own attire. Not until he withdrew completely with a frustrated growl. For a moment she was simply dazed by the sudden stop in sensation. Her heavy-lidded eyes slowly opened to look at him. It was only as he freed himself and turned his eyes back to her that she realized the implications of what was coming.
The way he said her name, low and rumbling, did something to her. A surge of pride, that she could do this to a man as incredible as he. That she could be desired by the sort of man that women would stop and stare at and fight over.
That didn’t stop her from freezing, eyes wide and full of panic. She had been soaring high from the pleasure of his touch and desire - and now she was plummeting to her demise.
She shifted her hips, pulling away slightly so she could sit up on the barrel once more, freeing her hands to reach out and rest of his arms, lightly clutching them, afraid her words would send him running. For a moment she dipped her head forward, so her forehead pressed against his chest. She needed to catch her breath and summon her courage to say what she had to.
“Hashe, the last thing I want is to deny you anything, but...” She swallowed hard. “Please understand... I can’t. Not like this. Not here.” Tears began to well up in her brown eyes as a sinking dread in her gut consumed her She was fighting her every instinct, determined not to cry in front of him, even as her lip and body quivered from the effort it took to restrain her emotions.
“I... I’m sorry. Please... please don’t hate me.”
Myrrine couldn’t explain the way he made her feel safe. As though she knew him. His presence felt familiar to her and it was the strangest thing she’d ever experienced. She knew if she tried to tell anyone of this, they would think her crazy. Perhaps she was. Perhaps spending half her life putting herself last was finally catching up to her. Now was not the time to think about it.
Right now, she wasn’t much capable of thought - only feeling.
As she leaned back, making herself more available to him, she found herself even less covered than she had been a moment before. She should have cared, should have worried that someone might walk by and see herself exposed like this. Truth be told, the thought didn’t even cross her mind. All she could think of was the way Hashe felt against her. His lips, his teeth, his tongue, his hands. Every touch set her ablaze, drawing sounds forth from her lips that she had never known she was capable of.
She didn’t even notice at first when his hand left her hip to fumble with his own attire. Not until he withdrew completely with a frustrated growl. For a moment she was simply dazed by the sudden stop in sensation. Her heavy-lidded eyes slowly opened to look at him. It was only as he freed himself and turned his eyes back to her that she realized the implications of what was coming.
The way he said her name, low and rumbling, did something to her. A surge of pride, that she could do this to a man as incredible as he. That she could be desired by the sort of man that women would stop and stare at and fight over.
That didn’t stop her from freezing, eyes wide and full of panic. She had been soaring high from the pleasure of his touch and desire - and now she was plummeting to her demise.
She shifted her hips, pulling away slightly so she could sit up on the barrel once more, freeing her hands to reach out and rest of his arms, lightly clutching them, afraid her words would send him running. For a moment she dipped her head forward, so her forehead pressed against his chest. She needed to catch her breath and summon her courage to say what she had to.
“Hashe, the last thing I want is to deny you anything, but...” She swallowed hard. “Please understand... I can’t. Not like this. Not here.” Tears began to well up in her brown eyes as a sinking dread in her gut consumed her She was fighting her every instinct, determined not to cry in front of him, even as her lip and body quivered from the effort it took to restrain her emotions.
“I... I’m sorry. Please... please don’t hate me.”
After how quickly things had progressed, Nahash didn't think he was expecting too much to hear an affirmative from her. Perhaps things were moving too fast, or she wished to be somewhere more private, that could be done certainly. What he hadn't expected though was how quickly she would push away, how she would try to shove him back and pull him close at the same time. Reeling in surprise, he blinked and tried to will the blood to return to his head to help him process what she was saying, whether she meant not yet or not ever.
Her head pressed against his chest would leave nothing hidden from her as to how quickly his heart beat for her, out of breath as he tried to calm himself. Remaining frozen where he was as she held onto him, he closed his eyes and grit his teeth as the frustration set in, it had been far too long and this rejection now was uncomfortable to say the least. About to offer to follow her somewhere else, somewhere she would be more comfortable, he heard the tears in her voice as she begged him not to hate her. That was a new request. Most of the women who rejected him had disdain in their voices, not tears. Surely she didn't think he would hurt her? It took him a moment to remember she didn't know him, didn't know that he was her beggar that she had been longing for.
"Myrrine.." This time when he spoke her name it was not a lust fueled request, it held a gentleness he wasn't entirely sure of the origin, how something like that had come from him. Leaning against the barrel, he pulled back enough to restore his decency before lifting her chin to make her meet his gaze once again. "Hate is not the word I would use." He gave a chuckle and pressed his lips to hers once more, a soft reassurance that whatever he was feeling it was not hate for her.
Brushing his thumb across the apple of her cheek, he gave a soft sigh before a small smile crossed his lips. The pace and heat had caught them both off guard he was sure, and though he doubted he would ever be able to court her properly, if she changed her mind later he would certainly hope to find her. "If not here and now...perhaps someday. Now. I promised to walk you home. I intend to honor that promise."
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After how quickly things had progressed, Nahash didn't think he was expecting too much to hear an affirmative from her. Perhaps things were moving too fast, or she wished to be somewhere more private, that could be done certainly. What he hadn't expected though was how quickly she would push away, how she would try to shove him back and pull him close at the same time. Reeling in surprise, he blinked and tried to will the blood to return to his head to help him process what she was saying, whether she meant not yet or not ever.
Her head pressed against his chest would leave nothing hidden from her as to how quickly his heart beat for her, out of breath as he tried to calm himself. Remaining frozen where he was as she held onto him, he closed his eyes and grit his teeth as the frustration set in, it had been far too long and this rejection now was uncomfortable to say the least. About to offer to follow her somewhere else, somewhere she would be more comfortable, he heard the tears in her voice as she begged him not to hate her. That was a new request. Most of the women who rejected him had disdain in their voices, not tears. Surely she didn't think he would hurt her? It took him a moment to remember she didn't know him, didn't know that he was her beggar that she had been longing for.
"Myrrine.." This time when he spoke her name it was not a lust fueled request, it held a gentleness he wasn't entirely sure of the origin, how something like that had come from him. Leaning against the barrel, he pulled back enough to restore his decency before lifting her chin to make her meet his gaze once again. "Hate is not the word I would use." He gave a chuckle and pressed his lips to hers once more, a soft reassurance that whatever he was feeling it was not hate for her.
Brushing his thumb across the apple of her cheek, he gave a soft sigh before a small smile crossed his lips. The pace and heat had caught them both off guard he was sure, and though he doubted he would ever be able to court her properly, if she changed her mind later he would certainly hope to find her. "If not here and now...perhaps someday. Now. I promised to walk you home. I intend to honor that promise."
After how quickly things had progressed, Nahash didn't think he was expecting too much to hear an affirmative from her. Perhaps things were moving too fast, or she wished to be somewhere more private, that could be done certainly. What he hadn't expected though was how quickly she would push away, how she would try to shove him back and pull him close at the same time. Reeling in surprise, he blinked and tried to will the blood to return to his head to help him process what she was saying, whether she meant not yet or not ever.
Her head pressed against his chest would leave nothing hidden from her as to how quickly his heart beat for her, out of breath as he tried to calm himself. Remaining frozen where he was as she held onto him, he closed his eyes and grit his teeth as the frustration set in, it had been far too long and this rejection now was uncomfortable to say the least. About to offer to follow her somewhere else, somewhere she would be more comfortable, he heard the tears in her voice as she begged him not to hate her. That was a new request. Most of the women who rejected him had disdain in their voices, not tears. Surely she didn't think he would hurt her? It took him a moment to remember she didn't know him, didn't know that he was her beggar that she had been longing for.
"Myrrine.." This time when he spoke her name it was not a lust fueled request, it held a gentleness he wasn't entirely sure of the origin, how something like that had come from him. Leaning against the barrel, he pulled back enough to restore his decency before lifting her chin to make her meet his gaze once again. "Hate is not the word I would use." He gave a chuckle and pressed his lips to hers once more, a soft reassurance that whatever he was feeling it was not hate for her.
Brushing his thumb across the apple of her cheek, he gave a soft sigh before a small smile crossed his lips. The pace and heat had caught them both off guard he was sure, and though he doubted he would ever be able to court her properly, if she changed her mind later he would certainly hope to find her. "If not here and now...perhaps someday. Now. I promised to walk you home. I intend to honor that promise."
There was a small degree of comfort that came from feeling the way his heart was racing for her, feeling the way his chest moved as he tried to catch his breath. At least she was not the only one so affected by this encounter. She only hoped she wasn’t ruining everything. Part of her was still trying to convince herself that perhaps it wasn’t a big deal after all. Just because she never had before didn’t mean she couldn’t.
But as much as she wanted to, she could not convincingly lie to herself. Not about this. Even if he was the one she wanted - the only one who had ever even tempted her into considering it.
Her fear was a simple one. She didn’t fear him - she feared never seeing him again. That with her refusal he would walk back out of her life as suddenly as he had entered it. She was so far out of her depth here. All she knew was that no one liked being rejected, certainly not in the midst of a heated moment like this. She couldn’t blame him if he wanted to flee, but she hoped desperately that he wouldn’t.
When he spoke her name once more, her heart fluttered with hope. The gentleness in his voice made her ache for him in a way she had never felt. All she wanted in that moment was to find comfort in his arms. It was impossible of course, but she wondered if that sort of feeling could be the very beginnings of love. Not that she knew anything of romance, and they’d only just met. But it was different than the boldness and heat he’d inspired in her mere moments before.
He lifted her head to meet his gaze, offering reassurance. She squeezed her eyes shut as relief washed over her, tension noticeably fading from her body as his lips pressed gently to hers. Myrrine couldn’t stop herself, one hand rising to cup his face as she returned the kiss, gently, sweetly. A silent gratitude that her sudden shyness had not broken whatever this was between them.
“Good, because I do not believe I have it in me to so much as dislike you, Hashe,” she murmured in reply, her own reassurance that her rejection was no reflection of him.
His thumb moved across her cheek and she caught herself leaning into his touch once more as a soft sigh fell from her lips. She nodded in response to his words. “Yes, I like that,” she whispered in reply. “I want a someday with you.” All her life, she had thought courtship a frivolity that she didn’t have time or patience for. Now, suddenly she wanted nothing more. Was this how it felt for everyone? This was the first time she could even vaguely understand all the fuss.
Her hand finally fell to her side as he resumed his intent to see her home. Secretly, a part of her was gleeful. After all, it meant he would know where to find her again.
“Thank you, Hashe. You are so much more impressive than you know.” She leaned up slightly to leave another soft kiss on his lips before she left her perch atop the barrel even as her hand reached for his. “Let us continue then.”
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There was a small degree of comfort that came from feeling the way his heart was racing for her, feeling the way his chest moved as he tried to catch his breath. At least she was not the only one so affected by this encounter. She only hoped she wasn’t ruining everything. Part of her was still trying to convince herself that perhaps it wasn’t a big deal after all. Just because she never had before didn’t mean she couldn’t.
But as much as she wanted to, she could not convincingly lie to herself. Not about this. Even if he was the one she wanted - the only one who had ever even tempted her into considering it.
Her fear was a simple one. She didn’t fear him - she feared never seeing him again. That with her refusal he would walk back out of her life as suddenly as he had entered it. She was so far out of her depth here. All she knew was that no one liked being rejected, certainly not in the midst of a heated moment like this. She couldn’t blame him if he wanted to flee, but she hoped desperately that he wouldn’t.
When he spoke her name once more, her heart fluttered with hope. The gentleness in his voice made her ache for him in a way she had never felt. All she wanted in that moment was to find comfort in his arms. It was impossible of course, but she wondered if that sort of feeling could be the very beginnings of love. Not that she knew anything of romance, and they’d only just met. But it was different than the boldness and heat he’d inspired in her mere moments before.
He lifted her head to meet his gaze, offering reassurance. She squeezed her eyes shut as relief washed over her, tension noticeably fading from her body as his lips pressed gently to hers. Myrrine couldn’t stop herself, one hand rising to cup his face as she returned the kiss, gently, sweetly. A silent gratitude that her sudden shyness had not broken whatever this was between them.
“Good, because I do not believe I have it in me to so much as dislike you, Hashe,” she murmured in reply, her own reassurance that her rejection was no reflection of him.
His thumb moved across her cheek and she caught herself leaning into his touch once more as a soft sigh fell from her lips. She nodded in response to his words. “Yes, I like that,” she whispered in reply. “I want a someday with you.” All her life, she had thought courtship a frivolity that she didn’t have time or patience for. Now, suddenly she wanted nothing more. Was this how it felt for everyone? This was the first time she could even vaguely understand all the fuss.
Her hand finally fell to her side as he resumed his intent to see her home. Secretly, a part of her was gleeful. After all, it meant he would know where to find her again.
“Thank you, Hashe. You are so much more impressive than you know.” She leaned up slightly to leave another soft kiss on his lips before she left her perch atop the barrel even as her hand reached for his. “Let us continue then.”
There was a small degree of comfort that came from feeling the way his heart was racing for her, feeling the way his chest moved as he tried to catch his breath. At least she was not the only one so affected by this encounter. She only hoped she wasn’t ruining everything. Part of her was still trying to convince herself that perhaps it wasn’t a big deal after all. Just because she never had before didn’t mean she couldn’t.
But as much as she wanted to, she could not convincingly lie to herself. Not about this. Even if he was the one she wanted - the only one who had ever even tempted her into considering it.
Her fear was a simple one. She didn’t fear him - she feared never seeing him again. That with her refusal he would walk back out of her life as suddenly as he had entered it. She was so far out of her depth here. All she knew was that no one liked being rejected, certainly not in the midst of a heated moment like this. She couldn’t blame him if he wanted to flee, but she hoped desperately that he wouldn’t.
When he spoke her name once more, her heart fluttered with hope. The gentleness in his voice made her ache for him in a way she had never felt. All she wanted in that moment was to find comfort in his arms. It was impossible of course, but she wondered if that sort of feeling could be the very beginnings of love. Not that she knew anything of romance, and they’d only just met. But it was different than the boldness and heat he’d inspired in her mere moments before.
He lifted her head to meet his gaze, offering reassurance. She squeezed her eyes shut as relief washed over her, tension noticeably fading from her body as his lips pressed gently to hers. Myrrine couldn’t stop herself, one hand rising to cup his face as she returned the kiss, gently, sweetly. A silent gratitude that her sudden shyness had not broken whatever this was between them.
“Good, because I do not believe I have it in me to so much as dislike you, Hashe,” she murmured in reply, her own reassurance that her rejection was no reflection of him.
His thumb moved across her cheek and she caught herself leaning into his touch once more as a soft sigh fell from her lips. She nodded in response to his words. “Yes, I like that,” she whispered in reply. “I want a someday with you.” All her life, she had thought courtship a frivolity that she didn’t have time or patience for. Now, suddenly she wanted nothing more. Was this how it felt for everyone? This was the first time she could even vaguely understand all the fuss.
Her hand finally fell to her side as he resumed his intent to see her home. Secretly, a part of her was gleeful. After all, it meant he would know where to find her again.
“Thank you, Hashe. You are so much more impressive than you know.” She leaned up slightly to leave another soft kiss on his lips before she left her perch atop the barrel even as her hand reached for his. “Let us continue then.”
Her hand on his cheek as she leaned into his lips was a bad idea, and he had to furrow his brow in order to gain the resolve to pull away. She was far too sweet and good, and whether she knew fully what she was doing to him or if it was a pure innocent accident, he didn't know if he liked how much she was affecting him. He'd spent his whole life specifically avoiding any kind of romantic attachment, one or two nights, a week or a month at most depending on how long they were in one place, that was all he allowed himself. It didn't do for him if he wanted to stay alive for him to gain any sort of weakness. And if he wasn't careful given how easily he'd been drawn to her, she could become a threat.
A someday with her was not something he could afford. Not unless she wanted to give up her entire life and run away with him, and that was not something he would ask of her or anyone. It was dangerous enough to have his brother involved, if he took a more permanent lover it would be even more complicated and he could not put anyone at risk. Not unless they were fully aware and willing to become one of the band. Even then, he would prefer anyone he loved to stay far away from the turmoil that followed. Not that she would ever fall into that category.
Myrrine was an infatuation, an interest that he had held. She was kind to him as a beggar, and now again as a mysterious traveler, but she would not be able to hold that same kindness for a thief. Nor could he risk ever telling her the truth. Instead, he had to know that someday for them would not come. And then she leaned up to kiss him again, and he couldn't help but smile.
"Lead on, mistress." Though he knew the way back to her home, he allowed her to lead him through the streets, making a show of trying to memorize the location. Only once they were by her door did he turn back to her, still holding her hand as he smiled again. "Goodnight, Myrrine."
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Her hand on his cheek as she leaned into his lips was a bad idea, and he had to furrow his brow in order to gain the resolve to pull away. She was far too sweet and good, and whether she knew fully what she was doing to him or if it was a pure innocent accident, he didn't know if he liked how much she was affecting him. He'd spent his whole life specifically avoiding any kind of romantic attachment, one or two nights, a week or a month at most depending on how long they were in one place, that was all he allowed himself. It didn't do for him if he wanted to stay alive for him to gain any sort of weakness. And if he wasn't careful given how easily he'd been drawn to her, she could become a threat.
A someday with her was not something he could afford. Not unless she wanted to give up her entire life and run away with him, and that was not something he would ask of her or anyone. It was dangerous enough to have his brother involved, if he took a more permanent lover it would be even more complicated and he could not put anyone at risk. Not unless they were fully aware and willing to become one of the band. Even then, he would prefer anyone he loved to stay far away from the turmoil that followed. Not that she would ever fall into that category.
Myrrine was an infatuation, an interest that he had held. She was kind to him as a beggar, and now again as a mysterious traveler, but she would not be able to hold that same kindness for a thief. Nor could he risk ever telling her the truth. Instead, he had to know that someday for them would not come. And then she leaned up to kiss him again, and he couldn't help but smile.
"Lead on, mistress." Though he knew the way back to her home, he allowed her to lead him through the streets, making a show of trying to memorize the location. Only once they were by her door did he turn back to her, still holding her hand as he smiled again. "Goodnight, Myrrine."
Her hand on his cheek as she leaned into his lips was a bad idea, and he had to furrow his brow in order to gain the resolve to pull away. She was far too sweet and good, and whether she knew fully what she was doing to him or if it was a pure innocent accident, he didn't know if he liked how much she was affecting him. He'd spent his whole life specifically avoiding any kind of romantic attachment, one or two nights, a week or a month at most depending on how long they were in one place, that was all he allowed himself. It didn't do for him if he wanted to stay alive for him to gain any sort of weakness. And if he wasn't careful given how easily he'd been drawn to her, she could become a threat.
A someday with her was not something he could afford. Not unless she wanted to give up her entire life and run away with him, and that was not something he would ask of her or anyone. It was dangerous enough to have his brother involved, if he took a more permanent lover it would be even more complicated and he could not put anyone at risk. Not unless they were fully aware and willing to become one of the band. Even then, he would prefer anyone he loved to stay far away from the turmoil that followed. Not that she would ever fall into that category.
Myrrine was an infatuation, an interest that he had held. She was kind to him as a beggar, and now again as a mysterious traveler, but she would not be able to hold that same kindness for a thief. Nor could he risk ever telling her the truth. Instead, he had to know that someday for them would not come. And then she leaned up to kiss him again, and he couldn't help but smile.
"Lead on, mistress." Though he knew the way back to her home, he allowed her to lead him through the streets, making a show of trying to memorize the location. Only once they were by her door did he turn back to her, still holding her hand as he smiled again. "Goodnight, Myrrine."
That he could still smile at her after what she had just put him through warmed her heart. She may not have much experience with these matters, but she heard more than her fair share of gossip. Enough to know that many men would not have reacted so kindly to a refusal in the heat of the moment.
She had always secretly longed for an adventure. Those prayers had become less frequent as she took over her mother’s role in the home, reserved for the days she lost her patience. Perhaps Hashe was her answer all these years later. Maybe he was to be her adventure.
Nothing would make her happier.
Myrrine led the way to her home, grinning at the way he made a point of showing he was trying to memorize the way. By the time they reached her door, her stomach felt as though it were doing flips within her. As he said goodbye, she squeezed his hand slightly tighter, reluctant to let go or say goodbye. Instead, she summoned to courage to ask what she truly wanted to know.
“Wait, Hashe. When can I see you again?”
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That he could still smile at her after what she had just put him through warmed her heart. She may not have much experience with these matters, but she heard more than her fair share of gossip. Enough to know that many men would not have reacted so kindly to a refusal in the heat of the moment.
She had always secretly longed for an adventure. Those prayers had become less frequent as she took over her mother’s role in the home, reserved for the days she lost her patience. Perhaps Hashe was her answer all these years later. Maybe he was to be her adventure.
Nothing would make her happier.
Myrrine led the way to her home, grinning at the way he made a point of showing he was trying to memorize the way. By the time they reached her door, her stomach felt as though it were doing flips within her. As he said goodbye, she squeezed his hand slightly tighter, reluctant to let go or say goodbye. Instead, she summoned to courage to ask what she truly wanted to know.
“Wait, Hashe. When can I see you again?”
That he could still smile at her after what she had just put him through warmed her heart. She may not have much experience with these matters, but she heard more than her fair share of gossip. Enough to know that many men would not have reacted so kindly to a refusal in the heat of the moment.
She had always secretly longed for an adventure. Those prayers had become less frequent as she took over her mother’s role in the home, reserved for the days she lost her patience. Perhaps Hashe was her answer all these years later. Maybe he was to be her adventure.
Nothing would make her happier.
Myrrine led the way to her home, grinning at the way he made a point of showing he was trying to memorize the way. By the time they reached her door, her stomach felt as though it were doing flips within her. As he said goodbye, she squeezed his hand slightly tighter, reluctant to let go or say goodbye. Instead, she summoned to courage to ask what she truly wanted to know.
“Wait, Hashe. When can I see you again?”
After the abrupt way they had begun and ended a moment of passion he wasn't sure exactly what he expected, but to have her lingering by the door and holding onto him still wasn't it. She shouldn't be so attached, it wasn't safe and it could have been far worse if the man in question didn't have the few and far between morals that he held. It was due to his mother really, that he had become what he was. He could thieve and steal and kill, but seeing the way his mother had been treated on the streets, the pain, her death, it was where he drew the line.
Her question was a difficult one, and to give himself a moment to think he leaned in and pressed a kiss to her forehead, pondering whether or not he could ever come back for her. It wasn't likely, but he couldn't very well tell her that. Not when he still held an interest, an itch that would need to be scratched and then he could leave without the questions that lingered.
"Soon. Leave a sign in your window when you wish to see me again. If I pass by, I will find you."
All bases covered, he could say that he had not passed by, say that he had not known it was a sign, any number of excuses for his disappearance. But by the same token, if the opportunity arose, if he saw something that signaled to him perhaps she was longing for him just the same, he could find which window was hers.
Lifting her hand to his lips, he smiled and released it, stepping back as if he could not bear to turn away from her just yet, to fade into the darkness of the night. "Goodnight, Myrrine."
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After the abrupt way they had begun and ended a moment of passion he wasn't sure exactly what he expected, but to have her lingering by the door and holding onto him still wasn't it. She shouldn't be so attached, it wasn't safe and it could have been far worse if the man in question didn't have the few and far between morals that he held. It was due to his mother really, that he had become what he was. He could thieve and steal and kill, but seeing the way his mother had been treated on the streets, the pain, her death, it was where he drew the line.
Her question was a difficult one, and to give himself a moment to think he leaned in and pressed a kiss to her forehead, pondering whether or not he could ever come back for her. It wasn't likely, but he couldn't very well tell her that. Not when he still held an interest, an itch that would need to be scratched and then he could leave without the questions that lingered.
"Soon. Leave a sign in your window when you wish to see me again. If I pass by, I will find you."
All bases covered, he could say that he had not passed by, say that he had not known it was a sign, any number of excuses for his disappearance. But by the same token, if the opportunity arose, if he saw something that signaled to him perhaps she was longing for him just the same, he could find which window was hers.
Lifting her hand to his lips, he smiled and released it, stepping back as if he could not bear to turn away from her just yet, to fade into the darkness of the night. "Goodnight, Myrrine."
After the abrupt way they had begun and ended a moment of passion he wasn't sure exactly what he expected, but to have her lingering by the door and holding onto him still wasn't it. She shouldn't be so attached, it wasn't safe and it could have been far worse if the man in question didn't have the few and far between morals that he held. It was due to his mother really, that he had become what he was. He could thieve and steal and kill, but seeing the way his mother had been treated on the streets, the pain, her death, it was where he drew the line.
Her question was a difficult one, and to give himself a moment to think he leaned in and pressed a kiss to her forehead, pondering whether or not he could ever come back for her. It wasn't likely, but he couldn't very well tell her that. Not when he still held an interest, an itch that would need to be scratched and then he could leave without the questions that lingered.
"Soon. Leave a sign in your window when you wish to see me again. If I pass by, I will find you."
All bases covered, he could say that he had not passed by, say that he had not known it was a sign, any number of excuses for his disappearance. But by the same token, if the opportunity arose, if he saw something that signaled to him perhaps she was longing for him just the same, he could find which window was hers.
Lifting her hand to his lips, he smiled and released it, stepping back as if he could not bear to turn away from her just yet, to fade into the darkness of the night. "Goodnight, Myrrine."
Myrrine closed her eyes as he pressed his lips to her forehead. She folded into him as though it was second nature, like she had done it a hundred times before. As she pressed her face into his chest, she inhaled deeply, memorizing the scent of him. She wanted to memorize everything about him, about this night. Perhaps that would be enough to keep her going.
His answer delighted her. In her giddy excitement, she couldn’t hear the way his words were padded with caveats that he might not return. She only heard him say that he would find her. Nothing else mattered beyond that. She had to see him again, and she had to believe that he felt the same.
As they separated and he raised her hand to his mouth with a kiss and smile, her grin grew only wider. She wished that she didn’t have to let him go, but knowing she’d see him again made it bearable. She took the first couple steps away from him backwards, unable to look away from him until the very last moment. Even as her body shifted away in order to maneuver the door, her eyes lingered on him. Before she stepped inside though, she gave him another smile.
“I’ll be waiting,” she promised. “Goodnight, Hashe.”
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Myrrine closed her eyes as he pressed his lips to her forehead. She folded into him as though it was second nature, like she had done it a hundred times before. As she pressed her face into his chest, she inhaled deeply, memorizing the scent of him. She wanted to memorize everything about him, about this night. Perhaps that would be enough to keep her going.
His answer delighted her. In her giddy excitement, she couldn’t hear the way his words were padded with caveats that he might not return. She only heard him say that he would find her. Nothing else mattered beyond that. She had to see him again, and she had to believe that he felt the same.
As they separated and he raised her hand to his mouth with a kiss and smile, her grin grew only wider. She wished that she didn’t have to let him go, but knowing she’d see him again made it bearable. She took the first couple steps away from him backwards, unable to look away from him until the very last moment. Even as her body shifted away in order to maneuver the door, her eyes lingered on him. Before she stepped inside though, she gave him another smile.
“I’ll be waiting,” she promised. “Goodnight, Hashe.”
Myrrine closed her eyes as he pressed his lips to her forehead. She folded into him as though it was second nature, like she had done it a hundred times before. As she pressed her face into his chest, she inhaled deeply, memorizing the scent of him. She wanted to memorize everything about him, about this night. Perhaps that would be enough to keep her going.
His answer delighted her. In her giddy excitement, she couldn’t hear the way his words were padded with caveats that he might not return. She only heard him say that he would find her. Nothing else mattered beyond that. She had to see him again, and she had to believe that he felt the same.
As they separated and he raised her hand to his mouth with a kiss and smile, her grin grew only wider. She wished that she didn’t have to let him go, but knowing she’d see him again made it bearable. She took the first couple steps away from him backwards, unable to look away from him until the very last moment. Even as her body shifted away in order to maneuver the door, her eyes lingered on him. Before she stepped inside though, she gave him another smile.
“I’ll be waiting,” she promised. “Goodnight, Hashe.”