[Jove shivers agreeably as he trails kisses along her skin, letting him set his own pace for as long as he'd like. There's no sense of urgency to it, just an easy kind of warmth spreading through her that seems to be concentrated where his hands hold her, where his lips brush.
In her own life, everything had been a rush since the conclave exploded, there was no time for something as simple as slowing down and letting herself focus on what it would be like to make room in her life for romance. Flirting had been easy, but there was always a lingering worry of what would happen at the end. Was the magic in her hand tied to something that would kill her, once Corypheus was dead? How long would it take the Inquisition to fall apart once the threat had passed?
And now she's in Fenris' lap, arms lightly draped across his shoulders while one hand brushes absently through the hair at the back of his neck while he lays kisses across her jaw. Something about that strikes her as funny, so she echoes his little laugh and catches his lips just once before she lets him keep going.]
This is a good start. I told you you were a natural.
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In her own life, everything had been a rush since the conclave exploded, there was no time for something as simple as slowing down and letting herself focus on what it would be like to make room in her life for romance. Flirting had been easy, but there was always a lingering worry of what would happen at the end. Was the magic in her hand tied to something that would kill her, once Corypheus was dead? How long would it take the Inquisition to fall apart once the threat had passed?
And now she's in Fenris' lap, arms lightly draped across his shoulders while one hand brushes absently through the hair at the back of his neck while he lays kisses across her jaw. Something about that strikes her as funny, so she echoes his little laugh and catches his lips just once before she lets him keep going.]
This is a good start. I told you you were a natural.