[ She remembers years ago when they had first spoken, when she had offered to speak to him and to be his friend...and when she flustered him enough to see him run from her. Truthfully, she would not be surprised if this was too much and if he asked her to stop, and she would easily comply. Neria is here with him for the long haul, a truth that is still terrifying to her. For him, she would do most anything, and there is an odd disconnect between the desire she has for him and the outpouring of love she has for his heart.
So she is not so surprised to hear him swear to Andraste and she smiles just the same, almost chuckling. It's their past come back to remind them of who they were, in a sense, and she is ultimately pleased to find he is still ready to touch her, to continue. He has her caught easily between his hips and the table, and she shudders with anticipation and excitement in his hold. This is a side to him she has not seen before, one she is eager to explore and learn, to encourage.
Neria coaxes him down that little distance to meet her mouth, humming her approval quietly against his lips. He is tender and passionate, warmth and need, and she responds in kind. Her kiss is tender but insistent, encouraging him to give whatever he wants and take whatever he needs from her. Neria breaks away only briefly to murmur to him, so there can be no misgivings, in response: ]
Yes.
[ Yes, show her. Yes, all hers. And then she kisses him again, and again, each growing in passion and fervor, her arms wrapping around his shoulders, their chests pressed together so there can be little space between them. This is what she has craved for so long, this contact with him, removed from the prying eyes of others.
Nothing exists here but him and her, and she would not have it any other way. ]
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So she is not so surprised to hear him swear to Andraste and she smiles just the same, almost chuckling. It's their past come back to remind them of who they were, in a sense, and she is ultimately pleased to find he is still ready to touch her, to continue. He has her caught easily between his hips and the table, and she shudders with anticipation and excitement in his hold. This is a side to him she has not seen before, one she is eager to explore and learn, to encourage.
Neria coaxes him down that little distance to meet her mouth, humming her approval quietly against his lips. He is tender and passionate, warmth and need, and she responds in kind. Her kiss is tender but insistent, encouraging him to give whatever he wants and take whatever he needs from her. Neria breaks away only briefly to murmur to him, so there can be no misgivings, in response: ]
Yes.
[ Yes, show her. Yes, all hers. And then she kisses him again, and again, each growing in passion and fervor, her arms wrapping around his shoulders, their chests pressed together so there can be little space between them. This is what she has craved for so long, this contact with him, removed from the prying eyes of others.
Nothing exists here but him and her, and she would not have it any other way. ]