It had been a risk; it was so soon after she'd been hurt, and there would be a chance she wasn't ready. That it would rake painfully over scars still healing and catch on the shards left behind.
But they were not what had happened to them and Neria was not something broken. He kept his hands on her hips, short of breath and waiting for her answer to that unspoken question. As she slid closer, worked her hands beneath his coat and found the soft, thin cloth covering his skin, he groaned softly into her mouth. Relief and want, tangled with something far closer to home. Far more vulnerable.
Kell's fingers slid to the backs of Neria's thighs, and then he was lifting her up, encouraging her legs to wrap around his waist so he could hold her close, lift her into the air, and move.
It might have been soon to move them to the bed, but it was the only place he wanted to go. He spilled her down against the midnight cloth and followed, his coat gaping open in the front. His tokens spilled out of his shirt on their chain- her small blue glass bead still among them.
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But they were not what had happened to them and Neria was not something broken. He kept his hands on her hips, short of breath and waiting for her answer to that unspoken question. As she slid closer, worked her hands beneath his coat and found the soft, thin cloth covering his skin, he groaned softly into her mouth. Relief and want, tangled with something far closer to home. Far more vulnerable.
Kell's fingers slid to the backs of Neria's thighs, and then he was lifting her up, encouraging her legs to wrap around his waist so he could hold her close, lift her into the air, and move.
It might have been soon to move them to the bed, but it was the only place he wanted to go. He spilled her down against the midnight cloth and followed, his coat gaping open in the front. His tokens spilled out of his shirt on their chain- her small blue glass bead still among them.