I believe that the darkness reminds us where light can be
Just let it be? "How?" she said with a quiet sigh. It went against every natural instinct she had. When she felt something, she acted on it. To just...feel this and do nothing? Let it sit? It made her feel restless and uneasy just to think about. But Frey knew much more than her, and she would defer to their judgement, even if she didn't understand.
Whatever response she had been expecting from the god, it hadn't been that, evidenced by her small gasp of surprise as their hands ran down her chest and her dress suddenly disappeared. Wide honeyed eyes looked up at them, but all she saw was Loren's icy gaze staring back at her, feeling weightless and dizzy all at the same time as her heart pounded in her chest. She had felt like this before, the very first time she had met Frey. It had been terrifying then, but now she basked in it. It was warm and comforting and...away. Away from the real world, her anxieties and hesitancies, melting away as she melted back into their arms, against their chest.
At first her eyes glanced up towards their face, but their whisper ghosted acrossed her ear. Without hesitation they fluttered closed. This might have been a lesson for her, but she was ever eager to please, following direction happily. She pulled her lower lip into her mouth, teeth scraping lightly over it as the anticipation of the touch Frey guided tugged at her core.
Her mind did not wander far, thoughts and ideas already planted by the diety. It was not Frey holding her, but Loren, his voice cooing in her ear, his hands coaxing her along, his icy gaze staring down at her with the sort of want she yearned for but didn't think she would ever actually witness. Her cheeks flushed as these images flashed before her mind's eye, her body melting back against Frey, soaking in the moment of an imagined reality that would not be.
Whatever response she had been expecting from the god, it hadn't been that, evidenced by her small gasp of surprise as their hands ran down her chest and her dress suddenly disappeared. Wide honeyed eyes looked up at them, but all she saw was Loren's icy gaze staring back at her, feeling weightless and dizzy all at the same time as her heart pounded in her chest. She had felt like this before, the very first time she had met Frey. It had been terrifying then, but now she basked in it. It was warm and comforting and...away. Away from the real world, her anxieties and hesitancies, melting away as she melted back into their arms, against their chest.
At first her eyes glanced up towards their face, but their whisper ghosted acrossed her ear. Without hesitation they fluttered closed. This might have been a lesson for her, but she was ever eager to please, following direction happily. She pulled her lower lip into her mouth, teeth scraping lightly over it as the anticipation of the touch Frey guided tugged at her core.
Her mind did not wander far, thoughts and ideas already planted by the diety. It was not Frey holding her, but Loren, his voice cooing in her ear, his hands coaxing her along, his icy gaze staring down at her with the sort of want she yearned for but didn't think she would ever actually witness. Her cheeks flushed as these images flashed before her mind's eye, her body melting back against Frey, soaking in the moment of an imagined reality that would not be.
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