Lena
// what is to give light must endure burning //
Lena would give Zavien all the benefit of the doubt on the waiting aspect; they’d been through multitudes to even get to this point. She was endlessly patient and forbearing though, hoping he’d one day be comfortable enough to shed those vulnerabilities aside and just let them be. So her lack of hesitation bordered on all the ease of being in her own skin, of being willing to share it with him – intimacies, gathered and tucked away and then there within an instant, dipping her head so he might tuck those words into her ear, loosen the ties and stays of clothing left between.
The hesitation bled away and she sighed in relief, and then shuddered at the touch, the erasure, the brief glimpse of clothing brushing aside. Drawstrings and waistbands tucked downward, then gone, as she stepped out of them, one foot kicking them out of the way. “I believe so, but I’ll hear it again,” she preened and smiled, not the least bit prideful or smug, but letting the notions soak into her, brazen along her cheeks again as they flushed once more. Her hands wiled around his shirt, tugging at the bottom part of the hem, and since he hadn’t answered her question, she let her fingers run upwards, underneath the bounty, over the layers of muscles, flesh, sinew, and scars, drawing to an enticement, an ease, a promise. “What about you? Let me see.”
The hesitation bled away and she sighed in relief, and then shuddered at the touch, the erasure, the brief glimpse of clothing brushing aside. Drawstrings and waistbands tucked downward, then gone, as she stepped out of them, one foot kicking them out of the way. “I believe so, but I’ll hear it again,” she preened and smiled, not the least bit prideful or smug, but letting the notions soak into her, brazen along her cheeks again as they flushed once more. Her hands wiled around his shirt, tugging at the bottom part of the hem, and since he hadn’t answered her question, she let her fingers run upwards, underneath the bounty, over the layers of muscles, flesh, sinew, and scars, drawing to an enticement, an ease, a promise. “What about you? Let me see.”
