Her hand slips over his shoulder as he rolls her flat onto her back. Though they do not linger as he yanks the blankets back, clear to her hips as she gasps, surprised at how casually and suddenly he does it. Then with what might at best be called a squeak she brought her hands to her face, hiding herself away.
It was one thing at night, the candlelight was forgiving. But another in the morning as she felt his gaze run over her, and followed it as she spread her fingers enough to peak between them. Watching him, watch her. All her body and it's reactions on display, pale skin, a freckle here and there, and the red marks his attentions had left on her the night before. Nothing was hiding now. What if he did not like her in the daylight?
The thought doesn't get further as he reaches to touch her again. It raises goosebumps on her skin, feeling the tension in her limbs again, as her nipples peaked with the sudden cold air, and the way his brushes felt pinning as much as his staring where he mapped. Unsure if she wanted to stay there or squirm away, the way he travelled it seemed the hunting and riding he was currently interested in involved traversing the lay of her curves, not the field and forest.
"Like... hunting." It's a lame attempt at pretending this wasn't terribly distracting. But she tried. She'd intended them to talk, how was she meant to know that somehow she'd seduced him again? She'd thought he had his fill last night, but clearly she was mistaken. Had her teachers taught her wrong and asking about these things was an invitation to bedroom matters?
"Have one... hunting hound... come with me." She tried to take a steadying breath but it only had the affecr of pressing her full chest up into his touch - and it was hardly unpleasant.
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It was one thing at night, the candlelight was forgiving. But another in the morning as she felt his gaze run over her, and followed it as she spread her fingers enough to peak between them. Watching him, watch her. All her body and it's reactions on display, pale skin, a freckle here and there, and the red marks his attentions had left on her the night before. Nothing was hiding now. What if he did not like her in the daylight?
The thought doesn't get further as he reaches to touch her again. It raises goosebumps on her skin, feeling the tension in her limbs again, as her nipples peaked with the sudden cold air, and the way his brushes felt pinning as much as his staring where he mapped. Unsure if she wanted to stay there or squirm away, the way he travelled it seemed the hunting and riding he was currently interested in involved traversing the lay of her curves, not the field and forest.
"Like... hunting." It's a lame attempt at pretending this wasn't terribly distracting. But she tried. She'd intended them to talk, how was she meant to know that somehow she'd seduced him again? She'd thought he had his fill last night, but clearly she was mistaken. Had her teachers taught her wrong and asking about these things was an invitation to bedroom matters?
"Have one... hunting hound... come with me." She tried to take a steadying breath but it only had the affecr of pressing her full chest up into his touch - and it was hardly unpleasant.