Courage is not simply one of the virtues,
Grinning at the reminder, Zavien's hand ran down her hip, the other across the planes of her abdomen as he let out a low hum, confirming that he had, in fact, called her a 'beautiful art hater' not long ago. He certainly hadn't expected those joking theatrics to lead to this, but she wouldn't find him complaining. He would do it all over again - with pleasure.
Aiming to satisfy all the wily whims of the woman in his arms, he rested his mouth against the curve of her ear where she would have no difficulty making out his words or the smiling shape of his mouth. "You're beautiful, Soh." Rather than the searing or boiling heat of mounting desire, the tone was warm, the gentle caress of sunlight illuminating skin, sinking deeper if she'd let it. He let the words suspend weightless between them, giving them space and room to take hold.
Then he made just enough distance to reach for the soap, shifting so he could see her face when he asked, "Can I help you wash?" Unless she felt that their goal had already been achieved, in which case he'd happily wrap her in a towel and carry her to the bed.
Aiming to satisfy all the wily whims of the woman in his arms, he rested his mouth against the curve of her ear where she would have no difficulty making out his words or the smiling shape of his mouth. "You're beautiful, Soh." Rather than the searing or boiling heat of mounting desire, the tone was warm, the gentle caress of sunlight illuminating skin, sinking deeper if she'd let it. He let the words suspend weightless between them, giving them space and room to take hold.
Then he made just enough distance to reach for the soap, shifting so he could see her face when he asked, "Can I help you wash?" Unless she felt that their goal had already been achieved, in which case he'd happily wrap her in a towel and carry her to the bed.
Zavien
but the form of every virtue at the testing point.
