His eyes dipped from her lips to her eyes, back and forth until his voice rumbled to her after a few moments, leaning forward. Her hand pausing in its movement. “I thought of how you could pay me back.” He mentioned, smiling, before continuing as if he wasn’t sure what to say or couldn’t get all the words out. Her eyebrows raised slightly, and she offered a quiet smile in response to the pausing he seemed to do, as if he was uncertain if he could do this. He had given her no inclination of how recent his departure from his wife had been, and for Rexanna despite the fact her own was abusive and controlling, it had been a good four years since they had last seen one another.
Rexanna had moved on easy enough, despite everything that had happened. She realized now that she probably didn’t even really love him, but it seemed as though Alistair had lots of love to give, and for the moment Rex had made it easier for him. So when he leaned into her fully, their lips meeting in a gentle yet fleeting kiss, her sapphire gaze closed until he pulled away, part of her unsure of why he did stop, and yet she found her gaze focusing on him. He tried to explain, but it was like he couldn’t stop as he apologized, and his lips crashed into hers again. She reciprocated, his thumbs gently running along her cheeks before he pulled away finally and cleared his throat.
She gave him a bright smile and shook her head to him with a delighted, quiet laugh. “You don’t need to apologize.” She began, her eyes lingering on him. “It’s been a long time since I’ve done this.” She added, refusing from adding the for fun part after and not survival. Regardless, Rex turned her attention to him and scooted a bit closer to him, leaning her shoulder into his chest should he let her, in an attempt to place her head on his chest. She didn’t want to make anything permanent, to say the least in case anything happened between her and the gods, but she was going to enjoy this night with him regardless of the consequences.
But she wondered what Alistair might think of it. Her head lifted up slightly and she tried to look at his face. “I have this terrible idea to try and go back to talk to the gods again to try and fix something that happened to another man I was there with. I… don’t think it’ll go well, going in with the worst-case scenario kind of idea. But this has been wonderful and I would love to see you again too if nothing happens to me.” She finally said, quiet but contemplative.
RexannA
just because you are soft,
doesn't mean you're not a force.
honey and wildfire are both the color gold.
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