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Taking the cloth from her outstretched hands, Iason wrapped it about his waist as he stepped from the tub. He turned his back as she requested, moving closer to the other side of the bed as she remained by the cloths and listening as she wrapped more about herself, hearing the dropping sound of her soaked gown and trying not to think of what he’d seen in the sheerness.
In the past few hours his feelings for her hadn’t changed. His attitude certainly had, from the anger and bitterness that had clouded it since the boat to his frustration at the way she treated his family. The fear when she went missing and the relief at finding her again. Never once had he doubted that being with her was what he wanted. She was a strange woman, something he had never experienced before and she’d caught and held his attention.
Duty had insisted they get to know one another, seeing the way she treated her family and her people was what had convinced him she was someone good for him. He hadn’t met the true Persephone but the few times, but each time he had been more intrigued, more fond.
As she sat by the fire, Iason watched her movements and picked up another towel to drape over his shoulders as he approached, only sitting once he’d finished speaking.
”I’ve never been in love, so I don’t know that what I feel isn’t it. I only know when we kiss, I feel different than I ever have. Better, than I ever have. Until you confuse me again.”
He punctuated the last with a chuckle and sank down onto the rug beside her, a proper enough distance away that she had the space of both of their reaches between them.
”Stop speaking of yourself as if you had only the value of the crown and money. I’d like to get to know Persephone instead of her majesty before either of us make a choice. If that’s alright with you.”
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Taking the cloth from her outstretched hands, Iason wrapped it about his waist as he stepped from the tub. He turned his back as she requested, moving closer to the other side of the bed as she remained by the cloths and listening as she wrapped more about herself, hearing the dropping sound of her soaked gown and trying not to think of what he’d seen in the sheerness.
In the past few hours his feelings for her hadn’t changed. His attitude certainly had, from the anger and bitterness that had clouded it since the boat to his frustration at the way she treated his family. The fear when she went missing and the relief at finding her again. Never once had he doubted that being with her was what he wanted. She was a strange woman, something he had never experienced before and she’d caught and held his attention.
Duty had insisted they get to know one another, seeing the way she treated her family and her people was what had convinced him she was someone good for him. He hadn’t met the true Persephone but the few times, but each time he had been more intrigued, more fond.
As she sat by the fire, Iason watched her movements and picked up another towel to drape over his shoulders as he approached, only sitting once he’d finished speaking.
”I’ve never been in love, so I don’t know that what I feel isn’t it. I only know when we kiss, I feel different than I ever have. Better, than I ever have. Until you confuse me again.”
He punctuated the last with a chuckle and sank down onto the rug beside her, a proper enough distance away that she had the space of both of their reaches between them.
”Stop speaking of yourself as if you had only the value of the crown and money. I’d like to get to know Persephone instead of her majesty before either of us make a choice. If that’s alright with you.”
Taking the cloth from her outstretched hands, Iason wrapped it about his waist as he stepped from the tub. He turned his back as she requested, moving closer to the other side of the bed as she remained by the cloths and listening as she wrapped more about herself, hearing the dropping sound of her soaked gown and trying not to think of what he’d seen in the sheerness.
In the past few hours his feelings for her hadn’t changed. His attitude certainly had, from the anger and bitterness that had clouded it since the boat to his frustration at the way she treated his family. The fear when she went missing and the relief at finding her again. Never once had he doubted that being with her was what he wanted. She was a strange woman, something he had never experienced before and she’d caught and held his attention.
Duty had insisted they get to know one another, seeing the way she treated her family and her people was what had convinced him she was someone good for him. He hadn’t met the true Persephone but the few times, but each time he had been more intrigued, more fond.
As she sat by the fire, Iason watched her movements and picked up another towel to drape over his shoulders as he approached, only sitting once he’d finished speaking.
”I’ve never been in love, so I don’t know that what I feel isn’t it. I only know when we kiss, I feel different than I ever have. Better, than I ever have. Until you confuse me again.”
He punctuated the last with a chuckle and sank down onto the rug beside her, a proper enough distance away that she had the space of both of their reaches between them.
”Stop speaking of yourself as if you had only the value of the crown and money. I’d like to get to know Persephone instead of her majesty before either of us make a choice. If that’s alright with you.”
Ignoring the sounds of Iason exiting and - she hoped - making himself decent with the towels available, Persephone watched the fire in the hearth as he responded to her rudimentary but at least honest explanation of her feelings. She felt her face warming, her skin heating to a comfortable balmy temperature and her eyes start to dry as she gazed at the flames just listening...
When Iason came over to join her by the fire he was wearing a cloth around his waist and another around his shoulders that he employed to dry at his hair, his chest left bare. She glanced away quickly and, as he mentioned the momentary kisses that they had shared, she drew her lips in and pressed them together. Her arms wrapped around her raised knees, her fingers touched to the seam of her mouth and her toes curled in awkwardness, turning into towards each other. She glanced back at him, and they sat quietly for a moment just analysing each other's faces.
He had a nice face. A handsome face. One that wasn't perfectly handsome or elegant. Not like some of the finely garbed and looked after men back in the capitol of her home. Athenian's rarely wore beards and tended to go for either a very closely trimmed facial hair style or - more often than not - clean shaven. They were a little more effeminate, perhaps, than the diplomats to arrive from somewhere like Colchis, for example. Iason didn't meet with that typical style either. With a more... rugged look to his appearance - one that said he spent little time in front of a mirror, his handsomeness was perhaps more attractive simply because it seemed naturally given. Not forced into shape every morning before a looking glass.
There was something about the contrast of his... almost barbaric appearance compared to some of the nobles back home, and the gentle and kind nature he had already shown her that was attractive.
But his eyes made her nervous.
He wasn't one to politely look away unless he was certain of making another person nervous. He had an honest gaze and straight forward line of sight. There was no malice in him at all or hidden plans behind his irises. Just a pure and genuine desire to connect. And it was that kind of raw openness that had her feeling uncomfortable. It made her feel... false... every time she fell back on convention and propriety when around him. It made her feel shamed for not offering him something real.
Pondering on his words of wanting to get to know her, Persephone's eyes narrowed a little and her lower lip drew in to be pinned between her teeth as she thought...
"In truth, Lord Iason... I know very little of the person you want to meet..." She told him with a light, little half shrug. Then she offered a small smile that seemed nervous, as she met his gaze again. "But I'm happy to try..."
After a pause, she glanced around the room trying to find some kind of inspiration. Her feet curled in towards each other as if they sought support from their brother as she noted the chamber in which she had been placed for the first time.
It was a pretty room, large but with enormous furniture - several chests, a giant four poster bed and several high-backed western chairs that they had both ignored to sit upon the warm rug by the fire. The rug itself was clearly bear - a black one in shade but beyond that she did not know... The size of the pieces in the room meant that, despite its open space, the chamber felt cosy. Now that it was fully dark, a few candles had been lit on either side of the bed but the only main source of light was that of the fire, sending the rest of the room awash with a warm and orange hue.
Letting one of her hands unfold from her knees and reaching down to softly touch at the fur of the rug, Persephone was shocked as how sock it was against the backs of her knuckles and then over the palm of her hand as she moved her touch back and forth...
With an idea coming to mind, she looked up at Iason...
"When did you first disobey your parents, Lord Iason?" She asked with a gaze of curiosity. She smiled a little. "When you were young? What did you first do that was your own choice, rather than theirs?" Conversations of who the two of them really were, was sparking thoughtful curiosity within her at the idea of who Iason might be behind his adherence to duty and his handsome face.
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Ignoring the sounds of Iason exiting and - she hoped - making himself decent with the towels available, Persephone watched the fire in the hearth as he responded to her rudimentary but at least honest explanation of her feelings. She felt her face warming, her skin heating to a comfortable balmy temperature and her eyes start to dry as she gazed at the flames just listening...
When Iason came over to join her by the fire he was wearing a cloth around his waist and another around his shoulders that he employed to dry at his hair, his chest left bare. She glanced away quickly and, as he mentioned the momentary kisses that they had shared, she drew her lips in and pressed them together. Her arms wrapped around her raised knees, her fingers touched to the seam of her mouth and her toes curled in awkwardness, turning into towards each other. She glanced back at him, and they sat quietly for a moment just analysing each other's faces.
He had a nice face. A handsome face. One that wasn't perfectly handsome or elegant. Not like some of the finely garbed and looked after men back in the capitol of her home. Athenian's rarely wore beards and tended to go for either a very closely trimmed facial hair style or - more often than not - clean shaven. They were a little more effeminate, perhaps, than the diplomats to arrive from somewhere like Colchis, for example. Iason didn't meet with that typical style either. With a more... rugged look to his appearance - one that said he spent little time in front of a mirror, his handsomeness was perhaps more attractive simply because it seemed naturally given. Not forced into shape every morning before a looking glass.
There was something about the contrast of his... almost barbaric appearance compared to some of the nobles back home, and the gentle and kind nature he had already shown her that was attractive.
But his eyes made her nervous.
He wasn't one to politely look away unless he was certain of making another person nervous. He had an honest gaze and straight forward line of sight. There was no malice in him at all or hidden plans behind his irises. Just a pure and genuine desire to connect. And it was that kind of raw openness that had her feeling uncomfortable. It made her feel... false... every time she fell back on convention and propriety when around him. It made her feel shamed for not offering him something real.
Pondering on his words of wanting to get to know her, Persephone's eyes narrowed a little and her lower lip drew in to be pinned between her teeth as she thought...
"In truth, Lord Iason... I know very little of the person you want to meet..." She told him with a light, little half shrug. Then she offered a small smile that seemed nervous, as she met his gaze again. "But I'm happy to try..."
After a pause, she glanced around the room trying to find some kind of inspiration. Her feet curled in towards each other as if they sought support from their brother as she noted the chamber in which she had been placed for the first time.
It was a pretty room, large but with enormous furniture - several chests, a giant four poster bed and several high-backed western chairs that they had both ignored to sit upon the warm rug by the fire. The rug itself was clearly bear - a black one in shade but beyond that she did not know... The size of the pieces in the room meant that, despite its open space, the chamber felt cosy. Now that it was fully dark, a few candles had been lit on either side of the bed but the only main source of light was that of the fire, sending the rest of the room awash with a warm and orange hue.
Letting one of her hands unfold from her knees and reaching down to softly touch at the fur of the rug, Persephone was shocked as how sock it was against the backs of her knuckles and then over the palm of her hand as she moved her touch back and forth...
With an idea coming to mind, she looked up at Iason...
"When did you first disobey your parents, Lord Iason?" She asked with a gaze of curiosity. She smiled a little. "When you were young? What did you first do that was your own choice, rather than theirs?" Conversations of who the two of them really were, was sparking thoughtful curiosity within her at the idea of who Iason might be behind his adherence to duty and his handsome face.
Ignoring the sounds of Iason exiting and - she hoped - making himself decent with the towels available, Persephone watched the fire in the hearth as he responded to her rudimentary but at least honest explanation of her feelings. She felt her face warming, her skin heating to a comfortable balmy temperature and her eyes start to dry as she gazed at the flames just listening...
When Iason came over to join her by the fire he was wearing a cloth around his waist and another around his shoulders that he employed to dry at his hair, his chest left bare. She glanced away quickly and, as he mentioned the momentary kisses that they had shared, she drew her lips in and pressed them together. Her arms wrapped around her raised knees, her fingers touched to the seam of her mouth and her toes curled in awkwardness, turning into towards each other. She glanced back at him, and they sat quietly for a moment just analysing each other's faces.
He had a nice face. A handsome face. One that wasn't perfectly handsome or elegant. Not like some of the finely garbed and looked after men back in the capitol of her home. Athenian's rarely wore beards and tended to go for either a very closely trimmed facial hair style or - more often than not - clean shaven. They were a little more effeminate, perhaps, than the diplomats to arrive from somewhere like Colchis, for example. Iason didn't meet with that typical style either. With a more... rugged look to his appearance - one that said he spent little time in front of a mirror, his handsomeness was perhaps more attractive simply because it seemed naturally given. Not forced into shape every morning before a looking glass.
There was something about the contrast of his... almost barbaric appearance compared to some of the nobles back home, and the gentle and kind nature he had already shown her that was attractive.
But his eyes made her nervous.
He wasn't one to politely look away unless he was certain of making another person nervous. He had an honest gaze and straight forward line of sight. There was no malice in him at all or hidden plans behind his irises. Just a pure and genuine desire to connect. And it was that kind of raw openness that had her feeling uncomfortable. It made her feel... false... every time she fell back on convention and propriety when around him. It made her feel shamed for not offering him something real.
Pondering on his words of wanting to get to know her, Persephone's eyes narrowed a little and her lower lip drew in to be pinned between her teeth as she thought...
"In truth, Lord Iason... I know very little of the person you want to meet..." She told him with a light, little half shrug. Then she offered a small smile that seemed nervous, as she met his gaze again. "But I'm happy to try..."
After a pause, she glanced around the room trying to find some kind of inspiration. Her feet curled in towards each other as if they sought support from their brother as she noted the chamber in which she had been placed for the first time.
It was a pretty room, large but with enormous furniture - several chests, a giant four poster bed and several high-backed western chairs that they had both ignored to sit upon the warm rug by the fire. The rug itself was clearly bear - a black one in shade but beyond that she did not know... The size of the pieces in the room meant that, despite its open space, the chamber felt cosy. Now that it was fully dark, a few candles had been lit on either side of the bed but the only main source of light was that of the fire, sending the rest of the room awash with a warm and orange hue.
Letting one of her hands unfold from her knees and reaching down to softly touch at the fur of the rug, Persephone was shocked as how sock it was against the backs of her knuckles and then over the palm of her hand as she moved her touch back and forth...
With an idea coming to mind, she looked up at Iason...
"When did you first disobey your parents, Lord Iason?" She asked with a gaze of curiosity. She smiled a little. "When you were young? What did you first do that was your own choice, rather than theirs?" Conversations of who the two of them really were, was sparking thoughtful curiosity within her at the idea of who Iason might be behind his adherence to duty and his handsome face.
Iason shrugged his shoulders at her assertion that she hardly knew the person he wanted to meet. The flickers of the person he’d seen were promising, and though he respected the queen, there was a chance he could love the woman. At least, that was what his mind and body told him when he held her close, even in frustration and fear keeping her near calmed him.
”I don’t need to know everything today. We have time, Persephone. It would really be a good start if you just said my name, we’ve bathed together I don’t think formalities are necessary.”
He grinned even as his cheeks heated again and his tone held a jest. Dragging the towel off of his hair he was sure the brown, fairly nondescript he’d always thought, locks were wild and matted. If he’d been less tired, he would have left to make himself fully presentable before they discussed any of this, but he feared if he left she would run again as irrational as it might be.
Leaning against one of the chairs set by the fireplace, he let the heat from the fire soak into his skin, chest now bare down to his waist where the towel was securely tucked. Perhaps it was just being back home in Meganea that allowed him to relax, the stiff propriety of Athenia falling off of his shoulders. Or the fact that now they were here together after the storm, it had washed off all reservations he might have had.
Her question threw him and his brows lifted in surprise, a smile playing on his lips as he tried to think of the best example. Disobedience wasn’t something he’d ever been inclined to, both of his parents had been firm but reasonable, understanding and empathetic as well. He could think of times as a boy when he’d gone against some rules, but the biggest choice he’d made for himself was leaving to marry a foreign princess.
”I suppose the first time I truly disobeyed them was when I wanted to ride, but they told me I had to finish my studies first.” He’d been only eight, going through his brief stubborn phase and far more eager to ride his pony than to read the history of Taengea. ”I snuck out to the stables and my father caught me trying to tack up my pony. I had to sit through an even longer lesson after that about respect and the importance of my role. I felt awful after that so, I’ve done very little to be disobedient since.” He chuckled after that and ended with a curious tilt to his head. ”What about you?”
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Iason shrugged his shoulders at her assertion that she hardly knew the person he wanted to meet. The flickers of the person he’d seen were promising, and though he respected the queen, there was a chance he could love the woman. At least, that was what his mind and body told him when he held her close, even in frustration and fear keeping her near calmed him.
”I don’t need to know everything today. We have time, Persephone. It would really be a good start if you just said my name, we’ve bathed together I don’t think formalities are necessary.”
He grinned even as his cheeks heated again and his tone held a jest. Dragging the towel off of his hair he was sure the brown, fairly nondescript he’d always thought, locks were wild and matted. If he’d been less tired, he would have left to make himself fully presentable before they discussed any of this, but he feared if he left she would run again as irrational as it might be.
Leaning against one of the chairs set by the fireplace, he let the heat from the fire soak into his skin, chest now bare down to his waist where the towel was securely tucked. Perhaps it was just being back home in Meganea that allowed him to relax, the stiff propriety of Athenia falling off of his shoulders. Or the fact that now they were here together after the storm, it had washed off all reservations he might have had.
Her question threw him and his brows lifted in surprise, a smile playing on his lips as he tried to think of the best example. Disobedience wasn’t something he’d ever been inclined to, both of his parents had been firm but reasonable, understanding and empathetic as well. He could think of times as a boy when he’d gone against some rules, but the biggest choice he’d made for himself was leaving to marry a foreign princess.
”I suppose the first time I truly disobeyed them was when I wanted to ride, but they told me I had to finish my studies first.” He’d been only eight, going through his brief stubborn phase and far more eager to ride his pony than to read the history of Taengea. ”I snuck out to the stables and my father caught me trying to tack up my pony. I had to sit through an even longer lesson after that about respect and the importance of my role. I felt awful after that so, I’ve done very little to be disobedient since.” He chuckled after that and ended with a curious tilt to his head. ”What about you?”
Iason shrugged his shoulders at her assertion that she hardly knew the person he wanted to meet. The flickers of the person he’d seen were promising, and though he respected the queen, there was a chance he could love the woman. At least, that was what his mind and body told him when he held her close, even in frustration and fear keeping her near calmed him.
”I don’t need to know everything today. We have time, Persephone. It would really be a good start if you just said my name, we’ve bathed together I don’t think formalities are necessary.”
He grinned even as his cheeks heated again and his tone held a jest. Dragging the towel off of his hair he was sure the brown, fairly nondescript he’d always thought, locks were wild and matted. If he’d been less tired, he would have left to make himself fully presentable before they discussed any of this, but he feared if he left she would run again as irrational as it might be.
Leaning against one of the chairs set by the fireplace, he let the heat from the fire soak into his skin, chest now bare down to his waist where the towel was securely tucked. Perhaps it was just being back home in Meganea that allowed him to relax, the stiff propriety of Athenia falling off of his shoulders. Or the fact that now they were here together after the storm, it had washed off all reservations he might have had.
Her question threw him and his brows lifted in surprise, a smile playing on his lips as he tried to think of the best example. Disobedience wasn’t something he’d ever been inclined to, both of his parents had been firm but reasonable, understanding and empathetic as well. He could think of times as a boy when he’d gone against some rules, but the biggest choice he’d made for himself was leaving to marry a foreign princess.
”I suppose the first time I truly disobeyed them was when I wanted to ride, but they told me I had to finish my studies first.” He’d been only eight, going through his brief stubborn phase and far more eager to ride his pony than to read the history of Taengea. ”I snuck out to the stables and my father caught me trying to tack up my pony. I had to sit through an even longer lesson after that about respect and the importance of my role. I felt awful after that so, I’ve done very little to be disobedient since.” He chuckled after that and ended with a curious tilt to his head. ”What about you?”
Persephone gasped a little, her words drawn from her as he insisted that they had "bathed together" -
"We did no-" And within a heartbeat she had stilled her words, snapped her mouth shut and raised her chin in a formal and disapproving manner that he had caught her in a tease. His light flush to his cheeks was mimicked in her own and she glanced away towards the fire before turning back once he began to answer her question. She ignored the comment on calling him by his name - for now - but she heard it all the same.
She kept her eyes firmly routed on her face, as she had always been taught from young, avoiding the tan, ribbed expanse of his chest and only looking at either his eyes directly or the ground. She randomly noticed that he had nice feet. Strong looking with clear lines for each bone and tendon. She glanced back up as he finished his story and smiled at the idea of a young Iason being lectured by his father.
Then he asked her the same question back and she offered him a sad, almost grimace like smile that wrinkled her nose. She offered a half shrug.
"I didn't." She answered with clear awkwardness. "This is what I mean when I say I don't know... me... I never did disobey my parents or what I was told. I always did exactly as I was-" She paused as she realised something that didn't quite hold true to her words and her cheeks flamed again, her gaze dropping down as her arms tightened around her knees and her shoulders draw in. Her toes lifted and then lowered into the fur. She met his eye again. "The day of the Senate meet." She told him. "In the garden... That was the first time I did something that was inappropriate to my station and position... That I can remember, anyway..."
Sighing through her nose, Persephone leaned forwards and suddenly wrapped her arms around her head with a groaning noise, dislodging the towel wrapped around her tresses, sending it to the ground and letting her hair loose. Damp and midnight black locks fell free about her face and over her shoulders. Her feet lifted and smacked down onto the rug again in annoyance. Her arms came up and her head lifted and she now seemed angry or frustrated.
"It's so simple isn't it? Just doing what you want or thinking what you want? Being an actual person." She seemed to be shaking a little now as she looked at her own hands, turning them this way and that as if she hadn't ever really looked at them before. She drove one of them into her hair, feeling her scalp and the locks between her fingers. She felt totally raw. Like everything was new, everything was strange and everything was frightening.
Because everything she had ever been or acted as now didn't matter. She had never done this because it wasn't appropriate for a princess, she had never done that because it wasn't a good example for Emilia. She had never done anything but play the perfect princess because the risk of her not doing so was too great.
Now...?
She didn't need to be that princess. Or Queen. Or anything. She had no family, no name, no House, no kingdom... She could run through the streets naked screeching her head off like a banshee and do some strange dance on the doorsteps of the royal palace. Beyond likely a stint in some stocks there would be no cataclysmic consequences to anything she did anymore.
Which means she could do whatever she wanted...
But she didn't know what she wanted, because she had never considered it before.
She groaned again as her thoughts went in circles.
Until she finally came upon a bold idea that seemed to stick. One that she felt safe considering only because the man across from her had proven in a half dozen ways already that she could feel secure with him. Politically, when he had wanted to stand by her side as King to her Queen, personally when he had helped her to keep her reputation by never exposing any of her momentary weaknesses to anyone, physically when he had saved her from the palace and emotionally tonight when he had held her tight from forest to manor and allowed her time to feel.
Not that she was going to think on what had gotten her to that point. This was not a moment for grief to filter in. Maybe tomorrow she would allow her thoughts to go there, for the reality to set in in a more reasonable way than it had when it had sent her out into the woods during a thunderstorm. A storm that still seemed to howl around the outside of the manor, occasionally interrupting the crackling of the firewood.
Leaving her first towel - the one from around her head - on the floor, Persephone shifted herself around and got to her feet, holding the second tight to her chest where it was fastened securely between her breasts. She held her other hand out to mimic for Iason to get to his feet. It was a testament to his compassionate and empathetic nature that he stood without need of explanation.
Once they stood only a foot or so apart, Persephone met his gaze calmly, dark eyes staring into blue and she smiled a little, a tremble in her lips betraying her nervousness. She held out her hand.
"Hello Iason." She said to him, her tone soft instead of stiff with formality and calmly sweet instead of dignified and sharp. "I'm Persephone." Her fingers curled around the edge of the towel that was wrapped around her body. "And um..." She swallowed but refused to look away from his face or hide away in shyness. "This is what I look like." And, before she could change her mind, Persephone gave a jerk of her hand, unlatched the towel and sent the cloth falling to the floor around her feet, leaving herself entirely bare before his eyes.
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Persephone gasped a little, her words drawn from her as he insisted that they had "bathed together" -
"We did no-" And within a heartbeat she had stilled her words, snapped her mouth shut and raised her chin in a formal and disapproving manner that he had caught her in a tease. His light flush to his cheeks was mimicked in her own and she glanced away towards the fire before turning back once he began to answer her question. She ignored the comment on calling him by his name - for now - but she heard it all the same.
She kept her eyes firmly routed on her face, as she had always been taught from young, avoiding the tan, ribbed expanse of his chest and only looking at either his eyes directly or the ground. She randomly noticed that he had nice feet. Strong looking with clear lines for each bone and tendon. She glanced back up as he finished his story and smiled at the idea of a young Iason being lectured by his father.
Then he asked her the same question back and she offered him a sad, almost grimace like smile that wrinkled her nose. She offered a half shrug.
"I didn't." She answered with clear awkwardness. "This is what I mean when I say I don't know... me... I never did disobey my parents or what I was told. I always did exactly as I was-" She paused as she realised something that didn't quite hold true to her words and her cheeks flamed again, her gaze dropping down as her arms tightened around her knees and her shoulders draw in. Her toes lifted and then lowered into the fur. She met his eye again. "The day of the Senate meet." She told him. "In the garden... That was the first time I did something that was inappropriate to my station and position... That I can remember, anyway..."
Sighing through her nose, Persephone leaned forwards and suddenly wrapped her arms around her head with a groaning noise, dislodging the towel wrapped around her tresses, sending it to the ground and letting her hair loose. Damp and midnight black locks fell free about her face and over her shoulders. Her feet lifted and smacked down onto the rug again in annoyance. Her arms came up and her head lifted and she now seemed angry or frustrated.
"It's so simple isn't it? Just doing what you want or thinking what you want? Being an actual person." She seemed to be shaking a little now as she looked at her own hands, turning them this way and that as if she hadn't ever really looked at them before. She drove one of them into her hair, feeling her scalp and the locks between her fingers. She felt totally raw. Like everything was new, everything was strange and everything was frightening.
Because everything she had ever been or acted as now didn't matter. She had never done this because it wasn't appropriate for a princess, she had never done that because it wasn't a good example for Emilia. She had never done anything but play the perfect princess because the risk of her not doing so was too great.
Now...?
She didn't need to be that princess. Or Queen. Or anything. She had no family, no name, no House, no kingdom... She could run through the streets naked screeching her head off like a banshee and do some strange dance on the doorsteps of the royal palace. Beyond likely a stint in some stocks there would be no cataclysmic consequences to anything she did anymore.
Which means she could do whatever she wanted...
But she didn't know what she wanted, because she had never considered it before.
She groaned again as her thoughts went in circles.
Until she finally came upon a bold idea that seemed to stick. One that she felt safe considering only because the man across from her had proven in a half dozen ways already that she could feel secure with him. Politically, when he had wanted to stand by her side as King to her Queen, personally when he had helped her to keep her reputation by never exposing any of her momentary weaknesses to anyone, physically when he had saved her from the palace and emotionally tonight when he had held her tight from forest to manor and allowed her time to feel.
Not that she was going to think on what had gotten her to that point. This was not a moment for grief to filter in. Maybe tomorrow she would allow her thoughts to go there, for the reality to set in in a more reasonable way than it had when it had sent her out into the woods during a thunderstorm. A storm that still seemed to howl around the outside of the manor, occasionally interrupting the crackling of the firewood.
Leaving her first towel - the one from around her head - on the floor, Persephone shifted herself around and got to her feet, holding the second tight to her chest where it was fastened securely between her breasts. She held her other hand out to mimic for Iason to get to his feet. It was a testament to his compassionate and empathetic nature that he stood without need of explanation.
Once they stood only a foot or so apart, Persephone met his gaze calmly, dark eyes staring into blue and she smiled a little, a tremble in her lips betraying her nervousness. She held out her hand.
"Hello Iason." She said to him, her tone soft instead of stiff with formality and calmly sweet instead of dignified and sharp. "I'm Persephone." Her fingers curled around the edge of the towel that was wrapped around her body. "And um..." She swallowed but refused to look away from his face or hide away in shyness. "This is what I look like." And, before she could change her mind, Persephone gave a jerk of her hand, unlatched the towel and sent the cloth falling to the floor around her feet, leaving herself entirely bare before his eyes.
Persephone gasped a little, her words drawn from her as he insisted that they had "bathed together" -
"We did no-" And within a heartbeat she had stilled her words, snapped her mouth shut and raised her chin in a formal and disapproving manner that he had caught her in a tease. His light flush to his cheeks was mimicked in her own and she glanced away towards the fire before turning back once he began to answer her question. She ignored the comment on calling him by his name - for now - but she heard it all the same.
She kept her eyes firmly routed on her face, as she had always been taught from young, avoiding the tan, ribbed expanse of his chest and only looking at either his eyes directly or the ground. She randomly noticed that he had nice feet. Strong looking with clear lines for each bone and tendon. She glanced back up as he finished his story and smiled at the idea of a young Iason being lectured by his father.
Then he asked her the same question back and she offered him a sad, almost grimace like smile that wrinkled her nose. She offered a half shrug.
"I didn't." She answered with clear awkwardness. "This is what I mean when I say I don't know... me... I never did disobey my parents or what I was told. I always did exactly as I was-" She paused as she realised something that didn't quite hold true to her words and her cheeks flamed again, her gaze dropping down as her arms tightened around her knees and her shoulders draw in. Her toes lifted and then lowered into the fur. She met his eye again. "The day of the Senate meet." She told him. "In the garden... That was the first time I did something that was inappropriate to my station and position... That I can remember, anyway..."
Sighing through her nose, Persephone leaned forwards and suddenly wrapped her arms around her head with a groaning noise, dislodging the towel wrapped around her tresses, sending it to the ground and letting her hair loose. Damp and midnight black locks fell free about her face and over her shoulders. Her feet lifted and smacked down onto the rug again in annoyance. Her arms came up and her head lifted and she now seemed angry or frustrated.
"It's so simple isn't it? Just doing what you want or thinking what you want? Being an actual person." She seemed to be shaking a little now as she looked at her own hands, turning them this way and that as if she hadn't ever really looked at them before. She drove one of them into her hair, feeling her scalp and the locks between her fingers. She felt totally raw. Like everything was new, everything was strange and everything was frightening.
Because everything she had ever been or acted as now didn't matter. She had never done this because it wasn't appropriate for a princess, she had never done that because it wasn't a good example for Emilia. She had never done anything but play the perfect princess because the risk of her not doing so was too great.
Now...?
She didn't need to be that princess. Or Queen. Or anything. She had no family, no name, no House, no kingdom... She could run through the streets naked screeching her head off like a banshee and do some strange dance on the doorsteps of the royal palace. Beyond likely a stint in some stocks there would be no cataclysmic consequences to anything she did anymore.
Which means she could do whatever she wanted...
But she didn't know what she wanted, because she had never considered it before.
She groaned again as her thoughts went in circles.
Until she finally came upon a bold idea that seemed to stick. One that she felt safe considering only because the man across from her had proven in a half dozen ways already that she could feel secure with him. Politically, when he had wanted to stand by her side as King to her Queen, personally when he had helped her to keep her reputation by never exposing any of her momentary weaknesses to anyone, physically when he had saved her from the palace and emotionally tonight when he had held her tight from forest to manor and allowed her time to feel.
Not that she was going to think on what had gotten her to that point. This was not a moment for grief to filter in. Maybe tomorrow she would allow her thoughts to go there, for the reality to set in in a more reasonable way than it had when it had sent her out into the woods during a thunderstorm. A storm that still seemed to howl around the outside of the manor, occasionally interrupting the crackling of the firewood.
Leaving her first towel - the one from around her head - on the floor, Persephone shifted herself around and got to her feet, holding the second tight to her chest where it was fastened securely between her breasts. She held her other hand out to mimic for Iason to get to his feet. It was a testament to his compassionate and empathetic nature that he stood without need of explanation.
Once they stood only a foot or so apart, Persephone met his gaze calmly, dark eyes staring into blue and she smiled a little, a tremble in her lips betraying her nervousness. She held out her hand.
"Hello Iason." She said to him, her tone soft instead of stiff with formality and calmly sweet instead of dignified and sharp. "I'm Persephone." Her fingers curled around the edge of the towel that was wrapped around her body. "And um..." She swallowed but refused to look away from his face or hide away in shyness. "This is what I look like." And, before she could change her mind, Persephone gave a jerk of her hand, unlatched the towel and sent the cloth falling to the floor around her feet, leaving herself entirely bare before his eyes.
Her pain and frustration was palpable, and he frowned in concern though he forced himself to stay where he was. This was something he couldn’t help her through, something she had to get through on her own. All he could do was wait, and watch to make sure she didn’t try to flee into the woods again.
Shifting to mirror her, Iason shook his head with another low laugh that held more wistfulness than humor. Living however one wished, being the full self, without boundaries or duties wasn’t what she expected it to be. There were consequences to all actions and sometimes it was easier behaving within the realm of duty.
”Not always. Sometimes having to feel and act outside of duty feels impossible, decisions are harder when you’re making them to affect yourself without any guidelines. But you’ll be alright.”
Iason kept his voice low and his tone soft, trying to speak to her as who she was instead of sounding as if he were being condescending or instructing. He’d had moments like this, where the doubt took over and it felt as if any choice he made would be the wrong one. There was nothing for it but to wait and work through it.
Her movement surprised him, but he did as she asked, standing and waiting, watching her carefully as she stepped toward him and offering a smile he hoped was reassuring. For everything they had been through and all that happened, he supposed he did still want to marry her. Couldn’t imagine anyone else who might be able to match him quite like this. And then suddenly she was naked before him.
Rooted in place by the shock, Iason’s jaw dropped without any kind of decorum and he tried to draw his gaze away to look at anything below her collarbone. He’d been shirtless, yes but he’d no intention of this. Just he didn’t have anything dry to put on yet and he’d been concerned for her. This was something he couldn’t comprehend, why she’d decided to bare herself to him now, how she wanted him to react. It felt as if an hour had passed before he managed any kind of coherent thought.
”I…” No, words weren’t happening yet. But at least with that he was able to close his jaw. When she didn’t immediately cover herself or chastise him, Iason allowed his gaze to cautiously return to her face, trying to ignore what every part of him was saying he ought to focus on.
”You’re beautiful.” There, true words that didn’t make him sound like an utter fool. The blood was divided as to where in his body it was rushing, his face bright red as he fought other responses. This was the closest he’d been to a naked woman, and he wasn’t confident anymore that the heat he felt came just from the fire. His focus was her eyes, meeting her eyes and nothing else, forcing himself to stay where he was instead of hiding his face or getting something to cover her. Though he couldn’t help the smile he finally managed.
”You said my name.”
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Her pain and frustration was palpable, and he frowned in concern though he forced himself to stay where he was. This was something he couldn’t help her through, something she had to get through on her own. All he could do was wait, and watch to make sure she didn’t try to flee into the woods again.
Shifting to mirror her, Iason shook his head with another low laugh that held more wistfulness than humor. Living however one wished, being the full self, without boundaries or duties wasn’t what she expected it to be. There were consequences to all actions and sometimes it was easier behaving within the realm of duty.
”Not always. Sometimes having to feel and act outside of duty feels impossible, decisions are harder when you’re making them to affect yourself without any guidelines. But you’ll be alright.”
Iason kept his voice low and his tone soft, trying to speak to her as who she was instead of sounding as if he were being condescending or instructing. He’d had moments like this, where the doubt took over and it felt as if any choice he made would be the wrong one. There was nothing for it but to wait and work through it.
Her movement surprised him, but he did as she asked, standing and waiting, watching her carefully as she stepped toward him and offering a smile he hoped was reassuring. For everything they had been through and all that happened, he supposed he did still want to marry her. Couldn’t imagine anyone else who might be able to match him quite like this. And then suddenly she was naked before him.
Rooted in place by the shock, Iason’s jaw dropped without any kind of decorum and he tried to draw his gaze away to look at anything below her collarbone. He’d been shirtless, yes but he’d no intention of this. Just he didn’t have anything dry to put on yet and he’d been concerned for her. This was something he couldn’t comprehend, why she’d decided to bare herself to him now, how she wanted him to react. It felt as if an hour had passed before he managed any kind of coherent thought.
”I…” No, words weren’t happening yet. But at least with that he was able to close his jaw. When she didn’t immediately cover herself or chastise him, Iason allowed his gaze to cautiously return to her face, trying to ignore what every part of him was saying he ought to focus on.
”You’re beautiful.” There, true words that didn’t make him sound like an utter fool. The blood was divided as to where in his body it was rushing, his face bright red as he fought other responses. This was the closest he’d been to a naked woman, and he wasn’t confident anymore that the heat he felt came just from the fire. His focus was her eyes, meeting her eyes and nothing else, forcing himself to stay where he was instead of hiding his face or getting something to cover her. Though he couldn’t help the smile he finally managed.
”You said my name.”
Her pain and frustration was palpable, and he frowned in concern though he forced himself to stay where he was. This was something he couldn’t help her through, something she had to get through on her own. All he could do was wait, and watch to make sure she didn’t try to flee into the woods again.
Shifting to mirror her, Iason shook his head with another low laugh that held more wistfulness than humor. Living however one wished, being the full self, without boundaries or duties wasn’t what she expected it to be. There were consequences to all actions and sometimes it was easier behaving within the realm of duty.
”Not always. Sometimes having to feel and act outside of duty feels impossible, decisions are harder when you’re making them to affect yourself without any guidelines. But you’ll be alright.”
Iason kept his voice low and his tone soft, trying to speak to her as who she was instead of sounding as if he were being condescending or instructing. He’d had moments like this, where the doubt took over and it felt as if any choice he made would be the wrong one. There was nothing for it but to wait and work through it.
Her movement surprised him, but he did as she asked, standing and waiting, watching her carefully as she stepped toward him and offering a smile he hoped was reassuring. For everything they had been through and all that happened, he supposed he did still want to marry her. Couldn’t imagine anyone else who might be able to match him quite like this. And then suddenly she was naked before him.
Rooted in place by the shock, Iason’s jaw dropped without any kind of decorum and he tried to draw his gaze away to look at anything below her collarbone. He’d been shirtless, yes but he’d no intention of this. Just he didn’t have anything dry to put on yet and he’d been concerned for her. This was something he couldn’t comprehend, why she’d decided to bare herself to him now, how she wanted him to react. It felt as if an hour had passed before he managed any kind of coherent thought.
”I…” No, words weren’t happening yet. But at least with that he was able to close his jaw. When she didn’t immediately cover herself or chastise him, Iason allowed his gaze to cautiously return to her face, trying to ignore what every part of him was saying he ought to focus on.
”You’re beautiful.” There, true words that didn’t make him sound like an utter fool. The blood was divided as to where in his body it was rushing, his face bright red as he fought other responses. This was the closest he’d been to a naked woman, and he wasn’t confident anymore that the heat he felt came just from the fire. His focus was her eyes, meeting her eyes and nothing else, forcing himself to stay where he was instead of hiding his face or getting something to cover her. Though he couldn’t help the smile he finally managed.
”You said my name.”
Every single muscle in her boy had gone rigid as soon as she had dispensed with the cloth. Why she had done it, she couldn't rightly give a defiant and logical reason for. What she had felt, in that moment, was that she wanted to be real and honest with Iason and allow some kind of connection between them - a meeting of real people. Of Iason and Persephone. Not Lord Iason of Dimitrou and Princess Persephone of Xanthos. And as they had communicated on more than one occasion in an open manner without ever touching the personal, it was as if they were never going to break through that barrier unless she shared something with him that no-one else had ever seen. Something that was purely herself and not her role or position. Another alternative might have been letting her read her journal perhaps. It had to be something so truly personal and intimate that it might break the shell of decorum that she had constructed and that he agreed to follow.
Bizarre as it might have been as a choice; this was the closest and quickest option her mind had come to for sharing something purely herself with the man.
Under his scrutiny her body changed a little. Her shoulders drew in, her arms came together across her torso, her fingers entwining awkwardly. Her breasts were pressed together by the action and her knees drew in, turning her hips and bottom into her a perfect heart. One of her feet braced down on the other as she stood nervous and a blush crept over her collarbone and face as he complimented her. At first she had called herself every name for idiot she knew as she had clearly shocked him; his mouth hanging open as his eyes moved over the curves and lines of her body, but as soon as he offered her a positive word that was truly her own to hold - not something he was simply saying to flatter a monarch, her temperature rose in her cheeks just as the chill hit her skin and the peaks of her breasts reacted accordingly.
Swallowing nervously, Persephone unlocked her hands and held them up a little bit as if she wanted to touch him or ward him off or something in between but not sure what to do with her hands to achieve any such goals.
"Can you just... stay really still for a second..." She asked him, as she took a step forward, encroaching on his personal space. She swallowed, her chest inhaling strongly. "The only times I've done this with you - with anyone - I've not really been thinking so... I've probably done it all wrong. Let me just..." Her gaze dropped to his lips. "You... you said you liked this before so... I er... I hope you don't mind me doing this but I... I want to try and do it right this time." Swallowing again and nervously brushing several long and damp locks behind her ear, Persephone stepped in again and went up onto her toes.
Iason was tall but, so long as she extended her feet to their full length and tilted her head back, she could get to a point of aligning her mouth with his. She hovered there, their lips an inch apart: him holding true to her request to stay still; her uncertain at how to handle it...
She moved to bring their lips towards, their faces flush but backward away a few centimetres upon realising it was the wrong angle, she tilted her head and this time managed to touch their mouths before realising it wasn't quite right again. By this time, she had made it awkward and no matter how she adjusted to tried to close the inch of distance between them, it didn't seem quite right. Shared air played and twisted between their lips; her own breathing had escalated. She bit her lower lip, she tried again, brushing their mouths together but their noses bumped a little. She backed off again. All the while remaining on her toes and keeping them close as she sought the perfect and right way to kiss him.
In their kisses before, they had bumped noses, pushed lips into teeth at one point. She had pulled his hair, scratched his neck (she had noticed it when he had removed his second towel to dry his hair). She had done it all wrong and now she desperately wanted to do it right. She wanted to see what it was like to kiss someone in that way.
With an exhale of frustration and another swallow that send the column of her throat shifting, Persephone dropped her heels back down and was suddenly very awkward at her failed attempt. Folding her arms across her chest and bending one leg over the other a little, as if to try and shield herself from view, her womanly confidence (not that she had much to start with) no longer giving her the burst of adrenaline she had felt when removing the towel, Persephone glanced down at her own toes which curled into the floor.
"I'm sorry... I'm not..." She waved a hand uncertain of the right words, before tucking it back into her folded arms. "Very good at this..." She glanced up at him through her long lengths of her eyelashes. "Perhaps um..." She glanced down again and flicked a hand between the two of them. "Perhaps you're better off initiating..."
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Every single muscle in her boy had gone rigid as soon as she had dispensed with the cloth. Why she had done it, she couldn't rightly give a defiant and logical reason for. What she had felt, in that moment, was that she wanted to be real and honest with Iason and allow some kind of connection between them - a meeting of real people. Of Iason and Persephone. Not Lord Iason of Dimitrou and Princess Persephone of Xanthos. And as they had communicated on more than one occasion in an open manner without ever touching the personal, it was as if they were never going to break through that barrier unless she shared something with him that no-one else had ever seen. Something that was purely herself and not her role or position. Another alternative might have been letting her read her journal perhaps. It had to be something so truly personal and intimate that it might break the shell of decorum that she had constructed and that he agreed to follow.
Bizarre as it might have been as a choice; this was the closest and quickest option her mind had come to for sharing something purely herself with the man.
Under his scrutiny her body changed a little. Her shoulders drew in, her arms came together across her torso, her fingers entwining awkwardly. Her breasts were pressed together by the action and her knees drew in, turning her hips and bottom into her a perfect heart. One of her feet braced down on the other as she stood nervous and a blush crept over her collarbone and face as he complimented her. At first she had called herself every name for idiot she knew as she had clearly shocked him; his mouth hanging open as his eyes moved over the curves and lines of her body, but as soon as he offered her a positive word that was truly her own to hold - not something he was simply saying to flatter a monarch, her temperature rose in her cheeks just as the chill hit her skin and the peaks of her breasts reacted accordingly.
Swallowing nervously, Persephone unlocked her hands and held them up a little bit as if she wanted to touch him or ward him off or something in between but not sure what to do with her hands to achieve any such goals.
"Can you just... stay really still for a second..." She asked him, as she took a step forward, encroaching on his personal space. She swallowed, her chest inhaling strongly. "The only times I've done this with you - with anyone - I've not really been thinking so... I've probably done it all wrong. Let me just..." Her gaze dropped to his lips. "You... you said you liked this before so... I er... I hope you don't mind me doing this but I... I want to try and do it right this time." Swallowing again and nervously brushing several long and damp locks behind her ear, Persephone stepped in again and went up onto her toes.
Iason was tall but, so long as she extended her feet to their full length and tilted her head back, she could get to a point of aligning her mouth with his. She hovered there, their lips an inch apart: him holding true to her request to stay still; her uncertain at how to handle it...
She moved to bring their lips towards, their faces flush but backward away a few centimetres upon realising it was the wrong angle, she tilted her head and this time managed to touch their mouths before realising it wasn't quite right again. By this time, she had made it awkward and no matter how she adjusted to tried to close the inch of distance between them, it didn't seem quite right. Shared air played and twisted between their lips; her own breathing had escalated. She bit her lower lip, she tried again, brushing their mouths together but their noses bumped a little. She backed off again. All the while remaining on her toes and keeping them close as she sought the perfect and right way to kiss him.
In their kisses before, they had bumped noses, pushed lips into teeth at one point. She had pulled his hair, scratched his neck (she had noticed it when he had removed his second towel to dry his hair). She had done it all wrong and now she desperately wanted to do it right. She wanted to see what it was like to kiss someone in that way.
With an exhale of frustration and another swallow that send the column of her throat shifting, Persephone dropped her heels back down and was suddenly very awkward at her failed attempt. Folding her arms across her chest and bending one leg over the other a little, as if to try and shield herself from view, her womanly confidence (not that she had much to start with) no longer giving her the burst of adrenaline she had felt when removing the towel, Persephone glanced down at her own toes which curled into the floor.
"I'm sorry... I'm not..." She waved a hand uncertain of the right words, before tucking it back into her folded arms. "Very good at this..." She glanced up at him through her long lengths of her eyelashes. "Perhaps um..." She glanced down again and flicked a hand between the two of them. "Perhaps you're better off initiating..."
Every single muscle in her boy had gone rigid as soon as she had dispensed with the cloth. Why she had done it, she couldn't rightly give a defiant and logical reason for. What she had felt, in that moment, was that she wanted to be real and honest with Iason and allow some kind of connection between them - a meeting of real people. Of Iason and Persephone. Not Lord Iason of Dimitrou and Princess Persephone of Xanthos. And as they had communicated on more than one occasion in an open manner without ever touching the personal, it was as if they were never going to break through that barrier unless she shared something with him that no-one else had ever seen. Something that was purely herself and not her role or position. Another alternative might have been letting her read her journal perhaps. It had to be something so truly personal and intimate that it might break the shell of decorum that she had constructed and that he agreed to follow.
Bizarre as it might have been as a choice; this was the closest and quickest option her mind had come to for sharing something purely herself with the man.
Under his scrutiny her body changed a little. Her shoulders drew in, her arms came together across her torso, her fingers entwining awkwardly. Her breasts were pressed together by the action and her knees drew in, turning her hips and bottom into her a perfect heart. One of her feet braced down on the other as she stood nervous and a blush crept over her collarbone and face as he complimented her. At first she had called herself every name for idiot she knew as she had clearly shocked him; his mouth hanging open as his eyes moved over the curves and lines of her body, but as soon as he offered her a positive word that was truly her own to hold - not something he was simply saying to flatter a monarch, her temperature rose in her cheeks just as the chill hit her skin and the peaks of her breasts reacted accordingly.
Swallowing nervously, Persephone unlocked her hands and held them up a little bit as if she wanted to touch him or ward him off or something in between but not sure what to do with her hands to achieve any such goals.
"Can you just... stay really still for a second..." She asked him, as she took a step forward, encroaching on his personal space. She swallowed, her chest inhaling strongly. "The only times I've done this with you - with anyone - I've not really been thinking so... I've probably done it all wrong. Let me just..." Her gaze dropped to his lips. "You... you said you liked this before so... I er... I hope you don't mind me doing this but I... I want to try and do it right this time." Swallowing again and nervously brushing several long and damp locks behind her ear, Persephone stepped in again and went up onto her toes.
Iason was tall but, so long as she extended her feet to their full length and tilted her head back, she could get to a point of aligning her mouth with his. She hovered there, their lips an inch apart: him holding true to her request to stay still; her uncertain at how to handle it...
She moved to bring their lips towards, their faces flush but backward away a few centimetres upon realising it was the wrong angle, she tilted her head and this time managed to touch their mouths before realising it wasn't quite right again. By this time, she had made it awkward and no matter how she adjusted to tried to close the inch of distance between them, it didn't seem quite right. Shared air played and twisted between their lips; her own breathing had escalated. She bit her lower lip, she tried again, brushing their mouths together but their noses bumped a little. She backed off again. All the while remaining on her toes and keeping them close as she sought the perfect and right way to kiss him.
In their kisses before, they had bumped noses, pushed lips into teeth at one point. She had pulled his hair, scratched his neck (she had noticed it when he had removed his second towel to dry his hair). She had done it all wrong and now she desperately wanted to do it right. She wanted to see what it was like to kiss someone in that way.
With an exhale of frustration and another swallow that send the column of her throat shifting, Persephone dropped her heels back down and was suddenly very awkward at her failed attempt. Folding her arms across her chest and bending one leg over the other a little, as if to try and shield herself from view, her womanly confidence (not that she had much to start with) no longer giving her the burst of adrenaline she had felt when removing the towel, Persephone glanced down at her own toes which curled into the floor.
"I'm sorry... I'm not..." She waved a hand uncertain of the right words, before tucking it back into her folded arms. "Very good at this..." She glanced up at him through her long lengths of her eyelashes. "Perhaps um..." She glanced down again and flicked a hand between the two of them. "Perhaps you're better off initiating..."
Iason nodded at her request, mouth opening once again to reply before he shut it and simply remained where he was. She’d asked him to do this once before and it had ended with their first kiss and her crying, and he could feel his heart beating hard in his chest for fear it would end the same way. It had been a day of madness, so many ups and downs and they had been making such progress, he hated to think anything might turn it on it’s head.
Her insistence that she would do it right this time brought a small smile to his face and he relaxed somewhat, though he was still very much on edge with their current state of dress as it was. If anyone walked in on them now they would have very little excuse for it if at all, and if she was uncertain about marrying him to be found like this was compromising indeed. Still, he didn’t stop her as she stood on her toes and leaned close, the heady sensation of her breath and his own twining in the air, being so close their lips nearly touched hitting him with the lack of material between their skin.
The attempts she made weren’t bad, weren’t wrong, but she barely gave him a chance to return any pressure before she was pulling away and trying again. He could count the number of kisses her been part of on one hand, but he’d seen and heard tales of his fair share. She seemed to have that idea of perfection stuck in her head again and he wanted to find a way to break her out of that.
Persephone’s sudden frustration and embarrassment was obvious and he hated seeing her this way, so unlike the confidence she always showed before. There was a difference between discomfort and being oneself. As she asked him to try instead, he stepped back and reached for one of the discarded towels, returning to her and drawing the cloth around her torso to cover her up more, pulling her to him in the process.
”You want me to kiss you?” He waited for her nod of confirmation before holding closed the cloth behind her back with one hand. ”I would prefer you be comfortable, not afraid or ashamed around me.”
This was the most physical contact they’d had, aside from him carrying her frozen body inside, and Iason kept one arm around her waist to hold her close. The other hand lifted slowly to touch her cheek, brushing back pieces of her damp hair out of the way and drawing a soft circle on her cheekbone with his thumb. This was upsettingly close to how his father had said he should behave, gentle, quiet, so as to avoid startling her like a deer, and he made a mental note to one day tell Gavriil he was right.
Closing the space between them Iason didn’t allow himself to overthink, just pressing his lips to hers and shifting slightly when their noses bumped. Her mouth was soft against his, and the way her body felt against his sent another rush of heat to his core. This was not the wisest choice he’d made, giving in to this, but he was determined to keep his cool, and he would push no further than this.
”I might not be any good at this either...you’ll have to let me know.”
That first kiss was brief, a test of angles and pressure, when he parted them for a quick breath it was a test of his willpower to move slowly again, tipping her chin up in adjustment and leaning in to brush his lips to her own again if she allowed him.
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Iason nodded at her request, mouth opening once again to reply before he shut it and simply remained where he was. She’d asked him to do this once before and it had ended with their first kiss and her crying, and he could feel his heart beating hard in his chest for fear it would end the same way. It had been a day of madness, so many ups and downs and they had been making such progress, he hated to think anything might turn it on it’s head.
Her insistence that she would do it right this time brought a small smile to his face and he relaxed somewhat, though he was still very much on edge with their current state of dress as it was. If anyone walked in on them now they would have very little excuse for it if at all, and if she was uncertain about marrying him to be found like this was compromising indeed. Still, he didn’t stop her as she stood on her toes and leaned close, the heady sensation of her breath and his own twining in the air, being so close their lips nearly touched hitting him with the lack of material between their skin.
The attempts she made weren’t bad, weren’t wrong, but she barely gave him a chance to return any pressure before she was pulling away and trying again. He could count the number of kisses her been part of on one hand, but he’d seen and heard tales of his fair share. She seemed to have that idea of perfection stuck in her head again and he wanted to find a way to break her out of that.
Persephone’s sudden frustration and embarrassment was obvious and he hated seeing her this way, so unlike the confidence she always showed before. There was a difference between discomfort and being oneself. As she asked him to try instead, he stepped back and reached for one of the discarded towels, returning to her and drawing the cloth around her torso to cover her up more, pulling her to him in the process.
”You want me to kiss you?” He waited for her nod of confirmation before holding closed the cloth behind her back with one hand. ”I would prefer you be comfortable, not afraid or ashamed around me.”
This was the most physical contact they’d had, aside from him carrying her frozen body inside, and Iason kept one arm around her waist to hold her close. The other hand lifted slowly to touch her cheek, brushing back pieces of her damp hair out of the way and drawing a soft circle on her cheekbone with his thumb. This was upsettingly close to how his father had said he should behave, gentle, quiet, so as to avoid startling her like a deer, and he made a mental note to one day tell Gavriil he was right.
Closing the space between them Iason didn’t allow himself to overthink, just pressing his lips to hers and shifting slightly when their noses bumped. Her mouth was soft against his, and the way her body felt against his sent another rush of heat to his core. This was not the wisest choice he’d made, giving in to this, but he was determined to keep his cool, and he would push no further than this.
”I might not be any good at this either...you’ll have to let me know.”
That first kiss was brief, a test of angles and pressure, when he parted them for a quick breath it was a test of his willpower to move slowly again, tipping her chin up in adjustment and leaning in to brush his lips to her own again if she allowed him.
Iason nodded at her request, mouth opening once again to reply before he shut it and simply remained where he was. She’d asked him to do this once before and it had ended with their first kiss and her crying, and he could feel his heart beating hard in his chest for fear it would end the same way. It had been a day of madness, so many ups and downs and they had been making such progress, he hated to think anything might turn it on it’s head.
Her insistence that she would do it right this time brought a small smile to his face and he relaxed somewhat, though he was still very much on edge with their current state of dress as it was. If anyone walked in on them now they would have very little excuse for it if at all, and if she was uncertain about marrying him to be found like this was compromising indeed. Still, he didn’t stop her as she stood on her toes and leaned close, the heady sensation of her breath and his own twining in the air, being so close their lips nearly touched hitting him with the lack of material between their skin.
The attempts she made weren’t bad, weren’t wrong, but she barely gave him a chance to return any pressure before she was pulling away and trying again. He could count the number of kisses her been part of on one hand, but he’d seen and heard tales of his fair share. She seemed to have that idea of perfection stuck in her head again and he wanted to find a way to break her out of that.
Persephone’s sudden frustration and embarrassment was obvious and he hated seeing her this way, so unlike the confidence she always showed before. There was a difference between discomfort and being oneself. As she asked him to try instead, he stepped back and reached for one of the discarded towels, returning to her and drawing the cloth around her torso to cover her up more, pulling her to him in the process.
”You want me to kiss you?” He waited for her nod of confirmation before holding closed the cloth behind her back with one hand. ”I would prefer you be comfortable, not afraid or ashamed around me.”
This was the most physical contact they’d had, aside from him carrying her frozen body inside, and Iason kept one arm around her waist to hold her close. The other hand lifted slowly to touch her cheek, brushing back pieces of her damp hair out of the way and drawing a soft circle on her cheekbone with his thumb. This was upsettingly close to how his father had said he should behave, gentle, quiet, so as to avoid startling her like a deer, and he made a mental note to one day tell Gavriil he was right.
Closing the space between them Iason didn’t allow himself to overthink, just pressing his lips to hers and shifting slightly when their noses bumped. Her mouth was soft against his, and the way her body felt against his sent another rush of heat to his core. This was not the wisest choice he’d made, giving in to this, but he was determined to keep his cool, and he would push no further than this.
”I might not be any good at this either...you’ll have to let me know.”
That first kiss was brief, a test of angles and pressure, when he parted them for a quick breath it was a test of his willpower to move slowly again, tipping her chin up in adjustment and leaning in to brush his lips to her own again if she allowed him.
Persephone felt a strange conflict of feelings when Iason moved to cover her with one of the dry clothes from the bed. A moment of feminine pique felt a shock of uncertainty regarding her appearance - but she pushed it to one side - the other was a moment of warmth as she realised she was touched by his care of her. She pushed the thoughts aside annoyed that she seemed to have, over the course of one evening reduced her confidence and self-control down to a puddle of raging feelings and girly emotions. She felt awkward and stupid and gangly but she was determined to push through it.
When Iason commented on how her awkwardness seemed to be about him and his presence, she shook her head.
"I feel unfamiliar, Lo-" She stopped herself and nodded as she stated his name with a little nod, as if affirming it in her mind as she did it - "Iason..." She glanced back up to him as she felt the towel around her fingers and helped to hold it close as he did. "Unfamiliar... not uncomfortable."
At least, she thought that was the case. It was hard to know when her feelings felt as jumbled as they did.
And then Iason was leaning in to kiss her. As is usually the way with feelings of failure or awkwardness, Persephone was hyper aware of any nose-bump or apparently lacking in her own attempts to kiss the man, but nearly noticed anything of the sought when the action was before by him in turn.
His lips joined with hers, soft and careful. He seemed nervous of how she might respond to his touch and so didn't push or press the connection into something passionate or overwhelming. Persephone felt her lips turn sensitive and hyper aware. They tingled a little and she felt heat creep up her neck. She gasped as his fingers drew light circles against her cheek, the touch grounding her as his mouth moved against hers.
Persephone found that, with the kiss already begun, her lips seemed to know what to do from that point onwards, moving instinctively to his. If he pressed closer or became bolder, her lips caved to his, softened against him and allowed him dominance. If he softened his touch, it gave her the chance to be a little bold; her mouth lingering and chasing his.
Heat was rapidly curling down Persephone's spine and her toes turned in towards in the fur of the rug beneath her. Her arms were pinned inside the towel so she couldn't reach in the way he could. Couldn't touch him as he did her. The hand at her waist pressed the cloth closer, her sensitive skin picking up each rough divot in the fabric.
By the time Iason had pulled away for a moment, Persephone felt her breathing to have escalated. Like she was breathless with exertion.
Iason murmured something calming and comforting against her mouth and then leaned into kiss her again. Persephone was naturally raising her mouth to meet his, eager to repeat the kiss, when her brain then sluggishly realised what she said and she stilled momentarily. She smiled with light amusement.
"None of the women you've known before have given you any feedback, Lord Iason?" She asked, this time using his title as a tease, as she hovered with her mouth beneath his, curious as to his answer, as a curling feeling was starting up in her stomach. One that tried to tell her she was being mocked for her inexperience...
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Persephone felt a strange conflict of feelings when Iason moved to cover her with one of the dry clothes from the bed. A moment of feminine pique felt a shock of uncertainty regarding her appearance - but she pushed it to one side - the other was a moment of warmth as she realised she was touched by his care of her. She pushed the thoughts aside annoyed that she seemed to have, over the course of one evening reduced her confidence and self-control down to a puddle of raging feelings and girly emotions. She felt awkward and stupid and gangly but she was determined to push through it.
When Iason commented on how her awkwardness seemed to be about him and his presence, she shook her head.
"I feel unfamiliar, Lo-" She stopped herself and nodded as she stated his name with a little nod, as if affirming it in her mind as she did it - "Iason..." She glanced back up to him as she felt the towel around her fingers and helped to hold it close as he did. "Unfamiliar... not uncomfortable."
At least, she thought that was the case. It was hard to know when her feelings felt as jumbled as they did.
And then Iason was leaning in to kiss her. As is usually the way with feelings of failure or awkwardness, Persephone was hyper aware of any nose-bump or apparently lacking in her own attempts to kiss the man, but nearly noticed anything of the sought when the action was before by him in turn.
His lips joined with hers, soft and careful. He seemed nervous of how she might respond to his touch and so didn't push or press the connection into something passionate or overwhelming. Persephone felt her lips turn sensitive and hyper aware. They tingled a little and she felt heat creep up her neck. She gasped as his fingers drew light circles against her cheek, the touch grounding her as his mouth moved against hers.
Persephone found that, with the kiss already begun, her lips seemed to know what to do from that point onwards, moving instinctively to his. If he pressed closer or became bolder, her lips caved to his, softened against him and allowed him dominance. If he softened his touch, it gave her the chance to be a little bold; her mouth lingering and chasing his.
Heat was rapidly curling down Persephone's spine and her toes turned in towards in the fur of the rug beneath her. Her arms were pinned inside the towel so she couldn't reach in the way he could. Couldn't touch him as he did her. The hand at her waist pressed the cloth closer, her sensitive skin picking up each rough divot in the fabric.
By the time Iason had pulled away for a moment, Persephone felt her breathing to have escalated. Like she was breathless with exertion.
Iason murmured something calming and comforting against her mouth and then leaned into kiss her again. Persephone was naturally raising her mouth to meet his, eager to repeat the kiss, when her brain then sluggishly realised what she said and she stilled momentarily. She smiled with light amusement.
"None of the women you've known before have given you any feedback, Lord Iason?" She asked, this time using his title as a tease, as she hovered with her mouth beneath his, curious as to his answer, as a curling feeling was starting up in her stomach. One that tried to tell her she was being mocked for her inexperience...
Persephone felt a strange conflict of feelings when Iason moved to cover her with one of the dry clothes from the bed. A moment of feminine pique felt a shock of uncertainty regarding her appearance - but she pushed it to one side - the other was a moment of warmth as she realised she was touched by his care of her. She pushed the thoughts aside annoyed that she seemed to have, over the course of one evening reduced her confidence and self-control down to a puddle of raging feelings and girly emotions. She felt awkward and stupid and gangly but she was determined to push through it.
When Iason commented on how her awkwardness seemed to be about him and his presence, she shook her head.
"I feel unfamiliar, Lo-" She stopped herself and nodded as she stated his name with a little nod, as if affirming it in her mind as she did it - "Iason..." She glanced back up to him as she felt the towel around her fingers and helped to hold it close as he did. "Unfamiliar... not uncomfortable."
At least, she thought that was the case. It was hard to know when her feelings felt as jumbled as they did.
And then Iason was leaning in to kiss her. As is usually the way with feelings of failure or awkwardness, Persephone was hyper aware of any nose-bump or apparently lacking in her own attempts to kiss the man, but nearly noticed anything of the sought when the action was before by him in turn.
His lips joined with hers, soft and careful. He seemed nervous of how she might respond to his touch and so didn't push or press the connection into something passionate or overwhelming. Persephone felt her lips turn sensitive and hyper aware. They tingled a little and she felt heat creep up her neck. She gasped as his fingers drew light circles against her cheek, the touch grounding her as his mouth moved against hers.
Persephone found that, with the kiss already begun, her lips seemed to know what to do from that point onwards, moving instinctively to his. If he pressed closer or became bolder, her lips caved to his, softened against him and allowed him dominance. If he softened his touch, it gave her the chance to be a little bold; her mouth lingering and chasing his.
Heat was rapidly curling down Persephone's spine and her toes turned in towards in the fur of the rug beneath her. Her arms were pinned inside the towel so she couldn't reach in the way he could. Couldn't touch him as he did her. The hand at her waist pressed the cloth closer, her sensitive skin picking up each rough divot in the fabric.
By the time Iason had pulled away for a moment, Persephone felt her breathing to have escalated. Like she was breathless with exertion.
Iason murmured something calming and comforting against her mouth and then leaned into kiss her again. Persephone was naturally raising her mouth to meet his, eager to repeat the kiss, when her brain then sluggishly realised what she said and she stilled momentarily. She smiled with light amusement.
"None of the women you've known before have given you any feedback, Lord Iason?" She asked, this time using his title as a tease, as she hovered with her mouth beneath his, curious as to his answer, as a curling feeling was starting up in her stomach. One that tried to tell her she was being mocked for her inexperience...
”I think we can fix that.”
He didn’t want her to feel unfamiliar with him either. If they were going to keep doing this, if she was going to agree to marry him after everything, then he wanted them both to be familiar, friends. He could almost hear some of his friends and cousins mocking him for the girlish fantasy of marriage he was allowing himself to long for, but he had seen that friendship in his own parents and there was nothing he wanted more.
There was an exhilaration in the way their mouths seemed to slowly find a rhythm, and Iason was thrilled that she didn’t seem to find any complaint if her eagerness was any indication. It suddenly felt as if there was too much space between them, even the cloths between them were an annoyance as the scratch of the material felt rough in comparison to her skin. Never before had he felt such a rush from being close to someone else, none of his previous experiences had held this sort of weight to them.
When she asked her teasing question his breath matched her own, and he bumped his nose against hers intentionally this time, tempted to ignore her comment and claim her lips again. He had to say something though, couldn’t let her go on with her apparent assumption that he had been with others before. That was a difference between him and most other men his age, he’d never sought out the company of maids or whores or anyone else, he’d rarely had such a need to be with another person unlike what he felt now. Love, or lust, either way it was new and exciting.
Iason gave a sheepish sort grin and tilted his head away, allowing her room to adjust the cloth around herself as he traced his fingertips along her right arm. It wasn’t quite shame, or pride, but somewhere oddly in the middle as he looked back to her, watching her reaction carefully.
”Ah, I’m sure they would. But I haven’t..” His hands lifted free and made a sort of gesture in what little space there was between them, an uncertain movement to convey his own inexperience. ”I haven’t known any other women. Aside from a few innocent kisses when I was young. Nothing like this.”
Mentally preparing for her to mock him or suddenly find him an oddity, he took a few steps back, finding a seat on the bed instead and resting his elbows on his knees as he watched her. Perhaps he could play the game, perhaps not. Smiling softly his fond expression didn’t exactly match the tone that held a slight nervousness, a slight jest as he used her proper address.
”Is that a problem, your majesty?”
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”I think we can fix that.”
He didn’t want her to feel unfamiliar with him either. If they were going to keep doing this, if she was going to agree to marry him after everything, then he wanted them both to be familiar, friends. He could almost hear some of his friends and cousins mocking him for the girlish fantasy of marriage he was allowing himself to long for, but he had seen that friendship in his own parents and there was nothing he wanted more.
There was an exhilaration in the way their mouths seemed to slowly find a rhythm, and Iason was thrilled that she didn’t seem to find any complaint if her eagerness was any indication. It suddenly felt as if there was too much space between them, even the cloths between them were an annoyance as the scratch of the material felt rough in comparison to her skin. Never before had he felt such a rush from being close to someone else, none of his previous experiences had held this sort of weight to them.
When she asked her teasing question his breath matched her own, and he bumped his nose against hers intentionally this time, tempted to ignore her comment and claim her lips again. He had to say something though, couldn’t let her go on with her apparent assumption that he had been with others before. That was a difference between him and most other men his age, he’d never sought out the company of maids or whores or anyone else, he’d rarely had such a need to be with another person unlike what he felt now. Love, or lust, either way it was new and exciting.
Iason gave a sheepish sort grin and tilted his head away, allowing her room to adjust the cloth around herself as he traced his fingertips along her right arm. It wasn’t quite shame, or pride, but somewhere oddly in the middle as he looked back to her, watching her reaction carefully.
”Ah, I’m sure they would. But I haven’t..” His hands lifted free and made a sort of gesture in what little space there was between them, an uncertain movement to convey his own inexperience. ”I haven’t known any other women. Aside from a few innocent kisses when I was young. Nothing like this.”
Mentally preparing for her to mock him or suddenly find him an oddity, he took a few steps back, finding a seat on the bed instead and resting his elbows on his knees as he watched her. Perhaps he could play the game, perhaps not. Smiling softly his fond expression didn’t exactly match the tone that held a slight nervousness, a slight jest as he used her proper address.
”Is that a problem, your majesty?”
”I think we can fix that.”
He didn’t want her to feel unfamiliar with him either. If they were going to keep doing this, if she was going to agree to marry him after everything, then he wanted them both to be familiar, friends. He could almost hear some of his friends and cousins mocking him for the girlish fantasy of marriage he was allowing himself to long for, but he had seen that friendship in his own parents and there was nothing he wanted more.
There was an exhilaration in the way their mouths seemed to slowly find a rhythm, and Iason was thrilled that she didn’t seem to find any complaint if her eagerness was any indication. It suddenly felt as if there was too much space between them, even the cloths between them were an annoyance as the scratch of the material felt rough in comparison to her skin. Never before had he felt such a rush from being close to someone else, none of his previous experiences had held this sort of weight to them.
When she asked her teasing question his breath matched her own, and he bumped his nose against hers intentionally this time, tempted to ignore her comment and claim her lips again. He had to say something though, couldn’t let her go on with her apparent assumption that he had been with others before. That was a difference between him and most other men his age, he’d never sought out the company of maids or whores or anyone else, he’d rarely had such a need to be with another person unlike what he felt now. Love, or lust, either way it was new and exciting.
Iason gave a sheepish sort grin and tilted his head away, allowing her room to adjust the cloth around herself as he traced his fingertips along her right arm. It wasn’t quite shame, or pride, but somewhere oddly in the middle as he looked back to her, watching her reaction carefully.
”Ah, I’m sure they would. But I haven’t..” His hands lifted free and made a sort of gesture in what little space there was between them, an uncertain movement to convey his own inexperience. ”I haven’t known any other women. Aside from a few innocent kisses when I was young. Nothing like this.”
Mentally preparing for her to mock him or suddenly find him an oddity, he took a few steps back, finding a seat on the bed instead and resting his elbows on his knees as he watched her. Perhaps he could play the game, perhaps not. Smiling softly his fond expression didn’t exactly match the tone that held a slight nervousness, a slight jest as he used her proper address.
”Is that a problem, your majesty?”
Surprised to a point of... well, surprise for want of another word, Persephone wasn't quite able to bring her thoughts back into line quickly enough to disengaged her arms from her towel and stop Iason as he moved away. His confession that he had never been with a woman was not an... unpleasant one, necessarily. But it was certainly unexpected. It was starting to become rare that a woman of her own age would still be virginal upon her marital union, but to have a man of Iason's still be chaste was unheard of. At least as far as Persephone's limited knowledge on the subject went.
When he asked if this was a problem, it was the first time Persephone realised that she had been silent since his confession and she was instantly contrite. Realising that she had made him feel awkward as he sat down on the end of the large four poster bed. The man looked uncertain in a way that he hadn't before. Awkward he had appeared, apologetic or unsure of her responses with regards to her own feelings and behaviour: absolutely. But he had never seemed uncertain before regarding her judgement of him in this manner. Except perhaps on their first meeting... but then this topic was one of a far more personal nature than whether or not a man was of adequate stock for a political union.
Finally unhooking her arms from where Iason had wrapped her up in the towelling cloth, Persephone secured it under her arms and around her small bust-line before stepping forwards towards the man who had been so kind to her over the last few hours. Pausing for a moment, when she reached him and unsure how to best approach, Persephone then arranged the overlaps of her covering and found a way to kneel between her intended's knees. She kept her body straight from head to knee, instead of sitting back on her heels so that their faces were at an even keel.
"I guess it depends on your reasons." She told the man with a soft smile. Reaching up, she stroked a few pieces of his hair that had gone every which way as he'd dried them. She sucked her lips in and the tip of her tongue poked between them as she concentrated for a moment. She then looked back to his face and her smile broke out again. Her tone was teasing as she pursed her lips and tilted her head to give him a sideways look, a flash of her old confidence starting to shine through... "Have you been laying with men?" She asked in a scandalous question turned into a joke through the flashing of her eyes.
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Surprised to a point of... well, surprise for want of another word, Persephone wasn't quite able to bring her thoughts back into line quickly enough to disengaged her arms from her towel and stop Iason as he moved away. His confession that he had never been with a woman was not an... unpleasant one, necessarily. But it was certainly unexpected. It was starting to become rare that a woman of her own age would still be virginal upon her marital union, but to have a man of Iason's still be chaste was unheard of. At least as far as Persephone's limited knowledge on the subject went.
When he asked if this was a problem, it was the first time Persephone realised that she had been silent since his confession and she was instantly contrite. Realising that she had made him feel awkward as he sat down on the end of the large four poster bed. The man looked uncertain in a way that he hadn't before. Awkward he had appeared, apologetic or unsure of her responses with regards to her own feelings and behaviour: absolutely. But he had never seemed uncertain before regarding her judgement of him in this manner. Except perhaps on their first meeting... but then this topic was one of a far more personal nature than whether or not a man was of adequate stock for a political union.
Finally unhooking her arms from where Iason had wrapped her up in the towelling cloth, Persephone secured it under her arms and around her small bust-line before stepping forwards towards the man who had been so kind to her over the last few hours. Pausing for a moment, when she reached him and unsure how to best approach, Persephone then arranged the overlaps of her covering and found a way to kneel between her intended's knees. She kept her body straight from head to knee, instead of sitting back on her heels so that their faces were at an even keel.
"I guess it depends on your reasons." She told the man with a soft smile. Reaching up, she stroked a few pieces of his hair that had gone every which way as he'd dried them. She sucked her lips in and the tip of her tongue poked between them as she concentrated for a moment. She then looked back to his face and her smile broke out again. Her tone was teasing as she pursed her lips and tilted her head to give him a sideways look, a flash of her old confidence starting to shine through... "Have you been laying with men?" She asked in a scandalous question turned into a joke through the flashing of her eyes.
Surprised to a point of... well, surprise for want of another word, Persephone wasn't quite able to bring her thoughts back into line quickly enough to disengaged her arms from her towel and stop Iason as he moved away. His confession that he had never been with a woman was not an... unpleasant one, necessarily. But it was certainly unexpected. It was starting to become rare that a woman of her own age would still be virginal upon her marital union, but to have a man of Iason's still be chaste was unheard of. At least as far as Persephone's limited knowledge on the subject went.
When he asked if this was a problem, it was the first time Persephone realised that she had been silent since his confession and she was instantly contrite. Realising that she had made him feel awkward as he sat down on the end of the large four poster bed. The man looked uncertain in a way that he hadn't before. Awkward he had appeared, apologetic or unsure of her responses with regards to her own feelings and behaviour: absolutely. But he had never seemed uncertain before regarding her judgement of him in this manner. Except perhaps on their first meeting... but then this topic was one of a far more personal nature than whether or not a man was of adequate stock for a political union.
Finally unhooking her arms from where Iason had wrapped her up in the towelling cloth, Persephone secured it under her arms and around her small bust-line before stepping forwards towards the man who had been so kind to her over the last few hours. Pausing for a moment, when she reached him and unsure how to best approach, Persephone then arranged the overlaps of her covering and found a way to kneel between her intended's knees. She kept her body straight from head to knee, instead of sitting back on her heels so that their faces were at an even keel.
"I guess it depends on your reasons." She told the man with a soft smile. Reaching up, she stroked a few pieces of his hair that had gone every which way as he'd dried them. She sucked her lips in and the tip of her tongue poked between them as she concentrated for a moment. She then looked back to his face and her smile broke out again. Her tone was teasing as she pursed her lips and tilted her head to give him a sideways look, a flash of her old confidence starting to shine through... "Have you been laying with men?" She asked in a scandalous question turned into a joke through the flashing of her eyes.
She didn’t seem recast to laugh at him, and he watched as she approached with a hesitant smile. Sitting up slightly as she stood before him, he wasn’t sure what to expect, for her to sit beside him or continue standing perhaps. What he least expected was for the queen of Athenia to kneel before him, much less for the way she adjusted herself between his legs.
Trying to keep his composure as she rested against his knees, Iason had to fight back thoughts that were exceptionally inappropriate, and he cursed Emilios silently for even putting them in his head in the first place. They were talking. This was a good step in their relationship. And he owed it to her to be focused as she let her guard down.
Iason bent his head into her touch as her fingers brushed through his hair, eyes closing in enjoyment at the warmth the simple gesture brought him. No one had touched him so gently before, save perhaps his mother when he was young and upset, but with the exhaustion of the day he found himself thinking he could easily fall asleep to the soothing motion. She said it depended on his reasons for staying chaste and he shrugged, ready to give his usual response when instead she shocked him again.
Blinking his eyes open rapidly he leaned back and made a face at her to indicate how wrong she was. Men had never held an appeal for him, but then again the desire he felt for women had always been especially selective. He supposed it made sense for her to question him but with how very close and intimate they were, had been, at the moment, the question was like being doused in cold water.
”No, I haven’t.” The glimmer of amusement in her dark eyes sent him grinning again and in a bold move he reached his arms around her shoulders and planted a kiss on her cheek. It was almost more informal, simply a moment of enjoying her presence and contact though he was sure he would get a complaint from the scratch of his beard against her soft skin.
”I’ve been tempted, by other women.” He put careful emphasis on women combined with his smile just to tease her slightly, speaking softly against her ear. ”But, I have never met anyone I’ve truly wanted. And so, I’ve waited.” Until you. The hidden words hung between them as he pulled back enough to search her gaze again, hoping the word love hadn’t frightened her off again.
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She didn’t seem recast to laugh at him, and he watched as she approached with a hesitant smile. Sitting up slightly as she stood before him, he wasn’t sure what to expect, for her to sit beside him or continue standing perhaps. What he least expected was for the queen of Athenia to kneel before him, much less for the way she adjusted herself between his legs.
Trying to keep his composure as she rested against his knees, Iason had to fight back thoughts that were exceptionally inappropriate, and he cursed Emilios silently for even putting them in his head in the first place. They were talking. This was a good step in their relationship. And he owed it to her to be focused as she let her guard down.
Iason bent his head into her touch as her fingers brushed through his hair, eyes closing in enjoyment at the warmth the simple gesture brought him. No one had touched him so gently before, save perhaps his mother when he was young and upset, but with the exhaustion of the day he found himself thinking he could easily fall asleep to the soothing motion. She said it depended on his reasons for staying chaste and he shrugged, ready to give his usual response when instead she shocked him again.
Blinking his eyes open rapidly he leaned back and made a face at her to indicate how wrong she was. Men had never held an appeal for him, but then again the desire he felt for women had always been especially selective. He supposed it made sense for her to question him but with how very close and intimate they were, had been, at the moment, the question was like being doused in cold water.
”No, I haven’t.” The glimmer of amusement in her dark eyes sent him grinning again and in a bold move he reached his arms around her shoulders and planted a kiss on her cheek. It was almost more informal, simply a moment of enjoying her presence and contact though he was sure he would get a complaint from the scratch of his beard against her soft skin.
”I’ve been tempted, by other women.” He put careful emphasis on women combined with his smile just to tease her slightly, speaking softly against her ear. ”But, I have never met anyone I’ve truly wanted. And so, I’ve waited.” Until you. The hidden words hung between them as he pulled back enough to search her gaze again, hoping the word love hadn’t frightened her off again.
She didn’t seem recast to laugh at him, and he watched as she approached with a hesitant smile. Sitting up slightly as she stood before him, he wasn’t sure what to expect, for her to sit beside him or continue standing perhaps. What he least expected was for the queen of Athenia to kneel before him, much less for the way she adjusted herself between his legs.
Trying to keep his composure as she rested against his knees, Iason had to fight back thoughts that were exceptionally inappropriate, and he cursed Emilios silently for even putting them in his head in the first place. They were talking. This was a good step in their relationship. And he owed it to her to be focused as she let her guard down.
Iason bent his head into her touch as her fingers brushed through his hair, eyes closing in enjoyment at the warmth the simple gesture brought him. No one had touched him so gently before, save perhaps his mother when he was young and upset, but with the exhaustion of the day he found himself thinking he could easily fall asleep to the soothing motion. She said it depended on his reasons for staying chaste and he shrugged, ready to give his usual response when instead she shocked him again.
Blinking his eyes open rapidly he leaned back and made a face at her to indicate how wrong she was. Men had never held an appeal for him, but then again the desire he felt for women had always been especially selective. He supposed it made sense for her to question him but with how very close and intimate they were, had been, at the moment, the question was like being doused in cold water.
”No, I haven’t.” The glimmer of amusement in her dark eyes sent him grinning again and in a bold move he reached his arms around her shoulders and planted a kiss on her cheek. It was almost more informal, simply a moment of enjoying her presence and contact though he was sure he would get a complaint from the scratch of his beard against her soft skin.
”I’ve been tempted, by other women.” He put careful emphasis on women combined with his smile just to tease her slightly, speaking softly against her ear. ”But, I have never met anyone I’ve truly wanted. And so, I’ve waited.” Until you. The hidden words hung between them as he pulled back enough to search her gaze again, hoping the word love hadn’t frightened her off again.
As Iason leaned in towards her, Persephone naturally stayed still, a little unsure of the break in her personal space that was done so rarely and by so few. Her hands naturally fell to rest on Iason's turned out thighs - so gentle they would barely be noticed through the rough material of the towel around his hips. Her chin naturally dipped down in a manner that was almost coy as Iason leaned in to kiss at her cheek, his beard rough against her jaw line and his hair fluttering around her nose. She found herself smiling at the almost ticklish sensation his touch caused down the side of her face and neck. She felt as much as hear the words he murmured into her ear and her smile broadened at the intended compliment of attentions. He had been tempted before but never enough to draw him towards action. But he had done so with her... The clear definition of difference had a strange sensation curling in the bottom of her chest. Something that felt oddly like pride.
The timbre of his voice in her ear sent several shivers down her spine and, as Iason pulled away from his murmurings, she couldn't resist tilting her chin back up and claiming his lips with her own - just for a moment - as they passed.
It was there that they hung. Their faces so close, their eyes focused on one another... Persephone trailed the palm of her hand back and forth over his leg... Iason secured the fingers of her other to intertwine with his.
It was a strange sort of moment. Neither speaking, neither pushing. Their eyes strayed to look over the other, then would find one another again... As if they were both shy to stare for too long. As time ticked by - a fact of life that seemed to be entirely escaping the both of their attentions - Persephone felt her skin growing hot again. As if it were shrinking and tightening over her body under Iason's scrutiny. She felt her breathing - which had calmed down as they talked - move back to an erratic pattern. She swallowed back her nervousness.
Her gaze darted to over Iason's shoulder, her vision taking in the wide and carefully made up bed behind him. It was the bed that she would be sleeping in that night regardless; for this was the room she had been assigned but she found her mind whirling at the idea of perhaps not spending it alone...
Large, dark eyes turned back to the man who had promised to be her husband and she opened her mouth, the words late in leaving her lips but there all the same.
"You're welcome to stay the night with me, if you wish." She told him, her lower lip trembling only once as she suggested the offer, not sure if she was more nervous at the idea of him accepting it or declining in favour of his own chambers...
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As Iason leaned in towards her, Persephone naturally stayed still, a little unsure of the break in her personal space that was done so rarely and by so few. Her hands naturally fell to rest on Iason's turned out thighs - so gentle they would barely be noticed through the rough material of the towel around his hips. Her chin naturally dipped down in a manner that was almost coy as Iason leaned in to kiss at her cheek, his beard rough against her jaw line and his hair fluttering around her nose. She found herself smiling at the almost ticklish sensation his touch caused down the side of her face and neck. She felt as much as hear the words he murmured into her ear and her smile broadened at the intended compliment of attentions. He had been tempted before but never enough to draw him towards action. But he had done so with her... The clear definition of difference had a strange sensation curling in the bottom of her chest. Something that felt oddly like pride.
The timbre of his voice in her ear sent several shivers down her spine and, as Iason pulled away from his murmurings, she couldn't resist tilting her chin back up and claiming his lips with her own - just for a moment - as they passed.
It was there that they hung. Their faces so close, their eyes focused on one another... Persephone trailed the palm of her hand back and forth over his leg... Iason secured the fingers of her other to intertwine with his.
It was a strange sort of moment. Neither speaking, neither pushing. Their eyes strayed to look over the other, then would find one another again... As if they were both shy to stare for too long. As time ticked by - a fact of life that seemed to be entirely escaping the both of their attentions - Persephone felt her skin growing hot again. As if it were shrinking and tightening over her body under Iason's scrutiny. She felt her breathing - which had calmed down as they talked - move back to an erratic pattern. She swallowed back her nervousness.
Her gaze darted to over Iason's shoulder, her vision taking in the wide and carefully made up bed behind him. It was the bed that she would be sleeping in that night regardless; for this was the room she had been assigned but she found her mind whirling at the idea of perhaps not spending it alone...
Large, dark eyes turned back to the man who had promised to be her husband and she opened her mouth, the words late in leaving her lips but there all the same.
"You're welcome to stay the night with me, if you wish." She told him, her lower lip trembling only once as she suggested the offer, not sure if she was more nervous at the idea of him accepting it or declining in favour of his own chambers...
As Iason leaned in towards her, Persephone naturally stayed still, a little unsure of the break in her personal space that was done so rarely and by so few. Her hands naturally fell to rest on Iason's turned out thighs - so gentle they would barely be noticed through the rough material of the towel around his hips. Her chin naturally dipped down in a manner that was almost coy as Iason leaned in to kiss at her cheek, his beard rough against her jaw line and his hair fluttering around her nose. She found herself smiling at the almost ticklish sensation his touch caused down the side of her face and neck. She felt as much as hear the words he murmured into her ear and her smile broadened at the intended compliment of attentions. He had been tempted before but never enough to draw him towards action. But he had done so with her... The clear definition of difference had a strange sensation curling in the bottom of her chest. Something that felt oddly like pride.
The timbre of his voice in her ear sent several shivers down her spine and, as Iason pulled away from his murmurings, she couldn't resist tilting her chin back up and claiming his lips with her own - just for a moment - as they passed.
It was there that they hung. Their faces so close, their eyes focused on one another... Persephone trailed the palm of her hand back and forth over his leg... Iason secured the fingers of her other to intertwine with his.
It was a strange sort of moment. Neither speaking, neither pushing. Their eyes strayed to look over the other, then would find one another again... As if they were both shy to stare for too long. As time ticked by - a fact of life that seemed to be entirely escaping the both of their attentions - Persephone felt her skin growing hot again. As if it were shrinking and tightening over her body under Iason's scrutiny. She felt her breathing - which had calmed down as they talked - move back to an erratic pattern. She swallowed back her nervousness.
Her gaze darted to over Iason's shoulder, her vision taking in the wide and carefully made up bed behind him. It was the bed that she would be sleeping in that night regardless; for this was the room she had been assigned but she found her mind whirling at the idea of perhaps not spending it alone...
Large, dark eyes turned back to the man who had promised to be her husband and she opened her mouth, the words late in leaving her lips but there all the same.
"You're welcome to stay the night with me, if you wish." She told him, her lower lip trembling only once as she suggested the offer, not sure if she was more nervous at the idea of him accepting it or declining in favour of his own chambers...
The stolen kiss as he started to move back sent a spark of heat through him and Iason found it was difficult for him to stop smiling. The brush of her hand against his leg, fingers of her other hand twined in his own, if her question about his possible interest in men had doused his desires this quiet moment between them allowed that flame to burn again. It was such a contrast to the way he’d felt earlier, the fear and annoyance and worry had all melted away to be replaced with affection for her and a desire he hadn’t ever known before.
He brought her hand to his lips, settling kisses against her palm and fingertips that had been blue with cold when he’d found her. It had only been a short while, but it felt like a lifetime since he had found her in the woods. Only a short time when he’d thought that she hated him and wanted to be free of any connection. And now he couldn’t imagine walking away.
Following her gaze over his shoulder to the expanse of the bed he tried to keep his expression neutral, her offer sending another surge of heat and a fluttering excitement mixed with nerves in the pit of his stomach. He was sure his face was red again but at this point he couldn’t seem to care. They were on the same page with this, equals now in everything all but bared before one another.
”I do. Wish it, I mean.” Reaching for her other hand he tried to draw her up so that she was off the ground, either standing or now seated on the bed with him and adjusting so he could face her properly. He didn’t want to leave her, not after everything that had passed between them tonight. ”Though we shouldn’t, I suppose.”
Words were hard to articulate, especially when stating that they should be careful how they proceeded when all he wanted was to be entirely reckless for the first time in his life. He knew enough to be curious, to want to explore the depths of what they could be, but given how long the day had been for them, and everything else she had been through, it wouldn’t have been his finest moment if he gave in to instinct.
He brought both hands up, brushing them through her hair to move it from her face, catching hold of her jaw and closing the space between them once more. This time he was less cautious, more curious as he tested the way their lips moved together. It was the most extended study he’d been able to conduct, and with her hands now free he found himself eager to learn.
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The stolen kiss as he started to move back sent a spark of heat through him and Iason found it was difficult for him to stop smiling. The brush of her hand against his leg, fingers of her other hand twined in his own, if her question about his possible interest in men had doused his desires this quiet moment between them allowed that flame to burn again. It was such a contrast to the way he’d felt earlier, the fear and annoyance and worry had all melted away to be replaced with affection for her and a desire he hadn’t ever known before.
He brought her hand to his lips, settling kisses against her palm and fingertips that had been blue with cold when he’d found her. It had only been a short while, but it felt like a lifetime since he had found her in the woods. Only a short time when he’d thought that she hated him and wanted to be free of any connection. And now he couldn’t imagine walking away.
Following her gaze over his shoulder to the expanse of the bed he tried to keep his expression neutral, her offer sending another surge of heat and a fluttering excitement mixed with nerves in the pit of his stomach. He was sure his face was red again but at this point he couldn’t seem to care. They were on the same page with this, equals now in everything all but bared before one another.
”I do. Wish it, I mean.” Reaching for her other hand he tried to draw her up so that she was off the ground, either standing or now seated on the bed with him and adjusting so he could face her properly. He didn’t want to leave her, not after everything that had passed between them tonight. ”Though we shouldn’t, I suppose.”
Words were hard to articulate, especially when stating that they should be careful how they proceeded when all he wanted was to be entirely reckless for the first time in his life. He knew enough to be curious, to want to explore the depths of what they could be, but given how long the day had been for them, and everything else she had been through, it wouldn’t have been his finest moment if he gave in to instinct.
He brought both hands up, brushing them through her hair to move it from her face, catching hold of her jaw and closing the space between them once more. This time he was less cautious, more curious as he tested the way their lips moved together. It was the most extended study he’d been able to conduct, and with her hands now free he found himself eager to learn.
The stolen kiss as he started to move back sent a spark of heat through him and Iason found it was difficult for him to stop smiling. The brush of her hand against his leg, fingers of her other hand twined in his own, if her question about his possible interest in men had doused his desires this quiet moment between them allowed that flame to burn again. It was such a contrast to the way he’d felt earlier, the fear and annoyance and worry had all melted away to be replaced with affection for her and a desire he hadn’t ever known before.
He brought her hand to his lips, settling kisses against her palm and fingertips that had been blue with cold when he’d found her. It had only been a short while, but it felt like a lifetime since he had found her in the woods. Only a short time when he’d thought that she hated him and wanted to be free of any connection. And now he couldn’t imagine walking away.
Following her gaze over his shoulder to the expanse of the bed he tried to keep his expression neutral, her offer sending another surge of heat and a fluttering excitement mixed with nerves in the pit of his stomach. He was sure his face was red again but at this point he couldn’t seem to care. They were on the same page with this, equals now in everything all but bared before one another.
”I do. Wish it, I mean.” Reaching for her other hand he tried to draw her up so that she was off the ground, either standing or now seated on the bed with him and adjusting so he could face her properly. He didn’t want to leave her, not after everything that had passed between them tonight. ”Though we shouldn’t, I suppose.”
Words were hard to articulate, especially when stating that they should be careful how they proceeded when all he wanted was to be entirely reckless for the first time in his life. He knew enough to be curious, to want to explore the depths of what they could be, but given how long the day had been for them, and everything else she had been through, it wouldn’t have been his finest moment if he gave in to instinct.
He brought both hands up, brushing them through her hair to move it from her face, catching hold of her jaw and closing the space between them once more. This time he was less cautious, more curious as he tested the way their lips moved together. It was the most extended study he’d been able to conduct, and with her hands now free he found himself eager to learn.
As Iason drew her hand to his mouth, Persephone smiled at the touch of his lips against her palm. She had always assumed a beard to be rough but it was softer than she had expected. Still, it could not match the silken texture of his lips as they played over her palm and then across the back of her knuckles. Persephone watched with curiosity as the skin over her arm rose up in little pinpricks at his touch.
Being drawn up from her knees and guided to the mattress beside him, Persephone allowed the man before her to lead them. When he commented on how he wished to stay with her but the fact that they shouldn't, Persephone's mind seemed to negate the contradiction quickly. If he was saying such words for her own prudence and reputation, he needed not have worried, for she had none left to protect. If he was saying it for himself, his own lips were betraying him as they moved in to take her mouth again, rendering his concerns equally moot.
The kiss he offered her this time held more confidence than the exchanges they had shared before. Perhaps it was her invitation to him, perhaps the admittance that they were both to learn and experience such things for the first time together... perhaps it was simple familiarity and practice that now made him more confident and exploratory in their connection. Either way, he took a command of her mouth that he hadn't before and Persephone's breath shot inwards on a sharp inhale through her nose. Her lips parted a little beneath his and Iason seemed to swallow her exhale, the two of them already, now intimately connected.
Taking a moment of confidence for herself, Persephone leaned into the kiss and offered her own pressures, shifted herself to an angle she thought worked well - that shot heat over her cheekbones and down the nape of her neck and line of her spine. She felt Iason's breath catch - or was that her own? - and they seemed to move with more speed, the kiss gaining momentum.
Breaking free for a moment to breath properly, Persephone's eyes flew wide that such an experience could take such a toll on her lungs. She had never before considered the idea that a kiss could involve full body participation.
Swallowing, Persephone placed a hand on the arm that had raised to touch at her hair and pushed it away for just a moment. In being drawn onto the bed with him the cloth around her hand become pinned between the back of her knees and the mattress, limiting her movement.
Reaching down, Persephone shifted the pseudo-garment, the hem coming up to above her knees and then lifted her feet onto the bed until she was knelt beside Iason, sitting on her own heels. She then took his hand back and with a soft smile draw it to her neck where she guided his fingers into her hair. Almost immediately she was closing her eyes to enjoy the sensation of his touch over her scalp and into amongst her locks. She felt positively feline, smiling under his attentions and becoming instantly calm - and warm - at his pampering.
This time, it was Persephone to initiate the kiss. Leaning into offer him the same as they had before, starting already with heated momentum and harder breathing but still soft and sweet upon each other - as if neither were willing to take anything further when they were so enjoying what they yet had.
Reaching up - blind, for her eyes were closed, Persephone made to touch Iason's hair but paused as she brushed several locks, wondering if men were less interested in such things. Women spent hours of attention on their hair, it made sense that they would like to be touched and preened. Perhaps men were less sensitive to such things? She moved her hands lower, the finger hovering and shrinking back every time they made contact with the bare skin of his neck and chest.
Frustrated at her nervousness and lack of knowledge and suspecting Iason was wondering secretly what in Hades she was doing, Persephone broke their kiss long enough just to murmur against his mouth.
"What..." She started but changed her mind on the wording. "Where do you want me to touch you?" She asked, her eyes still closed and her lashes casting shadows over her heated cheeks before she looked up to meet his eyes, their faces a breath apart, his hands at her hair and neck, her own hovering uselessly in the space between them...
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As Iason drew her hand to his mouth, Persephone smiled at the touch of his lips against her palm. She had always assumed a beard to be rough but it was softer than she had expected. Still, it could not match the silken texture of his lips as they played over her palm and then across the back of her knuckles. Persephone watched with curiosity as the skin over her arm rose up in little pinpricks at his touch.
Being drawn up from her knees and guided to the mattress beside him, Persephone allowed the man before her to lead them. When he commented on how he wished to stay with her but the fact that they shouldn't, Persephone's mind seemed to negate the contradiction quickly. If he was saying such words for her own prudence and reputation, he needed not have worried, for she had none left to protect. If he was saying it for himself, his own lips were betraying him as they moved in to take her mouth again, rendering his concerns equally moot.
The kiss he offered her this time held more confidence than the exchanges they had shared before. Perhaps it was her invitation to him, perhaps the admittance that they were both to learn and experience such things for the first time together... perhaps it was simple familiarity and practice that now made him more confident and exploratory in their connection. Either way, he took a command of her mouth that he hadn't before and Persephone's breath shot inwards on a sharp inhale through her nose. Her lips parted a little beneath his and Iason seemed to swallow her exhale, the two of them already, now intimately connected.
Taking a moment of confidence for herself, Persephone leaned into the kiss and offered her own pressures, shifted herself to an angle she thought worked well - that shot heat over her cheekbones and down the nape of her neck and line of her spine. She felt Iason's breath catch - or was that her own? - and they seemed to move with more speed, the kiss gaining momentum.
Breaking free for a moment to breath properly, Persephone's eyes flew wide that such an experience could take such a toll on her lungs. She had never before considered the idea that a kiss could involve full body participation.
Swallowing, Persephone placed a hand on the arm that had raised to touch at her hair and pushed it away for just a moment. In being drawn onto the bed with him the cloth around her hand become pinned between the back of her knees and the mattress, limiting her movement.
Reaching down, Persephone shifted the pseudo-garment, the hem coming up to above her knees and then lifted her feet onto the bed until she was knelt beside Iason, sitting on her own heels. She then took his hand back and with a soft smile draw it to her neck where she guided his fingers into her hair. Almost immediately she was closing her eyes to enjoy the sensation of his touch over her scalp and into amongst her locks. She felt positively feline, smiling under his attentions and becoming instantly calm - and warm - at his pampering.
This time, it was Persephone to initiate the kiss. Leaning into offer him the same as they had before, starting already with heated momentum and harder breathing but still soft and sweet upon each other - as if neither were willing to take anything further when they were so enjoying what they yet had.
Reaching up - blind, for her eyes were closed, Persephone made to touch Iason's hair but paused as she brushed several locks, wondering if men were less interested in such things. Women spent hours of attention on their hair, it made sense that they would like to be touched and preened. Perhaps men were less sensitive to such things? She moved her hands lower, the finger hovering and shrinking back every time they made contact with the bare skin of his neck and chest.
Frustrated at her nervousness and lack of knowledge and suspecting Iason was wondering secretly what in Hades she was doing, Persephone broke their kiss long enough just to murmur against his mouth.
"What..." She started but changed her mind on the wording. "Where do you want me to touch you?" She asked, her eyes still closed and her lashes casting shadows over her heated cheeks before she looked up to meet his eyes, their faces a breath apart, his hands at her hair and neck, her own hovering uselessly in the space between them...
As Iason drew her hand to his mouth, Persephone smiled at the touch of his lips against her palm. She had always assumed a beard to be rough but it was softer than she had expected. Still, it could not match the silken texture of his lips as they played over her palm and then across the back of her knuckles. Persephone watched with curiosity as the skin over her arm rose up in little pinpricks at his touch.
Being drawn up from her knees and guided to the mattress beside him, Persephone allowed the man before her to lead them. When he commented on how he wished to stay with her but the fact that they shouldn't, Persephone's mind seemed to negate the contradiction quickly. If he was saying such words for her own prudence and reputation, he needed not have worried, for she had none left to protect. If he was saying it for himself, his own lips were betraying him as they moved in to take her mouth again, rendering his concerns equally moot.
The kiss he offered her this time held more confidence than the exchanges they had shared before. Perhaps it was her invitation to him, perhaps the admittance that they were both to learn and experience such things for the first time together... perhaps it was simple familiarity and practice that now made him more confident and exploratory in their connection. Either way, he took a command of her mouth that he hadn't before and Persephone's breath shot inwards on a sharp inhale through her nose. Her lips parted a little beneath his and Iason seemed to swallow her exhale, the two of them already, now intimately connected.
Taking a moment of confidence for herself, Persephone leaned into the kiss and offered her own pressures, shifted herself to an angle she thought worked well - that shot heat over her cheekbones and down the nape of her neck and line of her spine. She felt Iason's breath catch - or was that her own? - and they seemed to move with more speed, the kiss gaining momentum.
Breaking free for a moment to breath properly, Persephone's eyes flew wide that such an experience could take such a toll on her lungs. She had never before considered the idea that a kiss could involve full body participation.
Swallowing, Persephone placed a hand on the arm that had raised to touch at her hair and pushed it away for just a moment. In being drawn onto the bed with him the cloth around her hand become pinned between the back of her knees and the mattress, limiting her movement.
Reaching down, Persephone shifted the pseudo-garment, the hem coming up to above her knees and then lifted her feet onto the bed until she was knelt beside Iason, sitting on her own heels. She then took his hand back and with a soft smile draw it to her neck where she guided his fingers into her hair. Almost immediately she was closing her eyes to enjoy the sensation of his touch over her scalp and into amongst her locks. She felt positively feline, smiling under his attentions and becoming instantly calm - and warm - at his pampering.
This time, it was Persephone to initiate the kiss. Leaning into offer him the same as they had before, starting already with heated momentum and harder breathing but still soft and sweet upon each other - as if neither were willing to take anything further when they were so enjoying what they yet had.
Reaching up - blind, for her eyes were closed, Persephone made to touch Iason's hair but paused as she brushed several locks, wondering if men were less interested in such things. Women spent hours of attention on their hair, it made sense that they would like to be touched and preened. Perhaps men were less sensitive to such things? She moved her hands lower, the finger hovering and shrinking back every time they made contact with the bare skin of his neck and chest.
Frustrated at her nervousness and lack of knowledge and suspecting Iason was wondering secretly what in Hades she was doing, Persephone broke their kiss long enough just to murmur against his mouth.
"What..." She started but changed her mind on the wording. "Where do you want me to touch you?" She asked, her eyes still closed and her lashes casting shadows over her heated cheeks before she looked up to meet his eyes, their faces a breath apart, his hands at her hair and neck, her own hovering uselessly in the space between them...
Before, he hadn’t understood why so many men were willing to pay or make fools of themselves to spend time like who’s with a woman. He’d understood affection, that was never lost on him, even desire had stirred him before, but this was an entirely different beast. Whether this new lust was emotion or physical instinct, he couldn’t decide and had little wish to think much on it when his body was so otherwise preoccupied.
Where their first attempts had been all awkward, bumping noses or clacking teeth, their tentative practice felt as if it had all just been a warm up for this. He happily would have stopped breathing if he could if only to make each moment last longer, taking in a harsh breath as she pushed away slightly with a gasp of her own. The world felt as if it had taken on a different feel, and in spite of the cold that they had been dealing with prior seemed to be nonexistent. Heat burned through him and made him immune to any chill and everywhere she touched him it felt as if his skin were ten times more sensitive than before.
He hesitated, feeling as if he had been panting like a dog and wondering if that was why she had taken his hands off of her. Catching his breath as she shifted, he tried to calm his racing heart and adjust the cloth about his hips. Somewhere in their movements it had come undone and he was dangerously close to being exposed. Not that there was much hiding exactly how his body had reacted.
Letting her draw his hand back to her hair he was relieved and for a long moment simply slid his fingers through the damp strands, smiling fondly as she closed her eyes and leaned into his touch. He could have sat and watched her expression all evening but as she leaned in to offer him her lips once again he took the opportunity eagerly, accidentally drawing his teeth against one and pulling back briefly for a breathless apology. Further distracted by her hands in his own hair, every touch and press of her fingertips against him sending sparks across his skin.
It took a moment to register her question, his mind felt completely fogged of reason and sense, his lips broken from hers had begun to explore the elegant curve of her neck and he could only manage a breathless reply. ”Everywhere..”
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Before, he hadn’t understood why so many men were willing to pay or make fools of themselves to spend time like who’s with a woman. He’d understood affection, that was never lost on him, even desire had stirred him before, but this was an entirely different beast. Whether this new lust was emotion or physical instinct, he couldn’t decide and had little wish to think much on it when his body was so otherwise preoccupied.
Where their first attempts had been all awkward, bumping noses or clacking teeth, their tentative practice felt as if it had all just been a warm up for this. He happily would have stopped breathing if he could if only to make each moment last longer, taking in a harsh breath as she pushed away slightly with a gasp of her own. The world felt as if it had taken on a different feel, and in spite of the cold that they had been dealing with prior seemed to be nonexistent. Heat burned through him and made him immune to any chill and everywhere she touched him it felt as if his skin were ten times more sensitive than before.
He hesitated, feeling as if he had been panting like a dog and wondering if that was why she had taken his hands off of her. Catching his breath as she shifted, he tried to calm his racing heart and adjust the cloth about his hips. Somewhere in their movements it had come undone and he was dangerously close to being exposed. Not that there was much hiding exactly how his body had reacted.
Letting her draw his hand back to her hair he was relieved and for a long moment simply slid his fingers through the damp strands, smiling fondly as she closed her eyes and leaned into his touch. He could have sat and watched her expression all evening but as she leaned in to offer him her lips once again he took the opportunity eagerly, accidentally drawing his teeth against one and pulling back briefly for a breathless apology. Further distracted by her hands in his own hair, every touch and press of her fingertips against him sending sparks across his skin.
It took a moment to register her question, his mind felt completely fogged of reason and sense, his lips broken from hers had begun to explore the elegant curve of her neck and he could only manage a breathless reply. ”Everywhere..”
Before, he hadn’t understood why so many men were willing to pay or make fools of themselves to spend time like who’s with a woman. He’d understood affection, that was never lost on him, even desire had stirred him before, but this was an entirely different beast. Whether this new lust was emotion or physical instinct, he couldn’t decide and had little wish to think much on it when his body was so otherwise preoccupied.
Where their first attempts had been all awkward, bumping noses or clacking teeth, their tentative practice felt as if it had all just been a warm up for this. He happily would have stopped breathing if he could if only to make each moment last longer, taking in a harsh breath as she pushed away slightly with a gasp of her own. The world felt as if it had taken on a different feel, and in spite of the cold that they had been dealing with prior seemed to be nonexistent. Heat burned through him and made him immune to any chill and everywhere she touched him it felt as if his skin were ten times more sensitive than before.
He hesitated, feeling as if he had been panting like a dog and wondering if that was why she had taken his hands off of her. Catching his breath as she shifted, he tried to calm his racing heart and adjust the cloth about his hips. Somewhere in their movements it had come undone and he was dangerously close to being exposed. Not that there was much hiding exactly how his body had reacted.
Letting her draw his hand back to her hair he was relieved and for a long moment simply slid his fingers through the damp strands, smiling fondly as she closed her eyes and leaned into his touch. He could have sat and watched her expression all evening but as she leaned in to offer him her lips once again he took the opportunity eagerly, accidentally drawing his teeth against one and pulling back briefly for a breathless apology. Further distracted by her hands in his own hair, every touch and press of her fingertips against him sending sparks across his skin.
It took a moment to register her question, his mind felt completely fogged of reason and sense, his lips broken from hers had begun to explore the elegant curve of her neck and he could only manage a breathless reply. ”Everywhere..”
