heathen’s kiss

The distance put between them, however small, provided a small bit of respite for her to breathe - figuratively. Her cheeks flush under the intensity of his stare, fingers curling into his, as she led him towards the stairs and her actual personal room. In that time she has the space to wonder - was this okay? Shouldn't she be more concerned with the details? What did this mean, where was it going...but did it matter? She had spent so long drowning in her own anxieties and grief and guilt...it felt nice to be wanted even for a moment. Frey would have told her to get over herself, enjoy it. He was handsome and experienced and clearly respected her boundaries - and as importantly made her feel good about herself. Even for just a moment. It was worth it. She opened the door to the second floor, feeling his hand tighten on hers. The space was just as homey as the lower floor, a small sitting area by the fire place, a few cabinets and shelves, and most importantly her bed, which was covered in soft blankets and pillows aplenty, an oasis of comfort. Her fingers tightened against his and she glanced back at him, nervously biting her lower lip, unsure what to do next, looking to him for guidance. Phoebe Be gentle to all and stern with yourself