Perhaps Rexanna was a bit bolder than Alistair, the fact that shedding her clothes in the daylight came to her with ease. She knew she was easy on the eyes, but beautiful was something only Alistair had told her. The thought left her with a smile despite the cold. Yet she watched while he undressed, dipping her body lower into the water in an effort to get more used to the cold and hopefully not result in hypothermia. Soon, however, Alistair had discarded his own and she drank in his appearance briefly, without the cover of night to hide every little bit.
He dove into the water and disappeared, and when she had expected him to bob his dark curled head up, her brows pulled together in concern. Surely the man could swim, right? Her arms moved out as she propelled herself more upright, ready to search the water in case he sunk to the bottom like a bag of rocks. Suddenly, however, there was a touch – an arm slipping about her waist causing a surprised yet delighted shriek to slip from her lips. “Alistair!” She wanted to reprimand, but instead laughed. He told her to relax, and so she did, leaning ever so slightly into his own chilled skin.
A kiss was pressed to her cheek as he began to wash the dirt and sweat from her, her own arms lifting and tangling her hands in his curled wet hair as she relaxed in his arms. After a few moments, she turned to face him, her eyes lingering on his stubbled jawline while he surveyed her scars, her brand specifically. His eyes traveling from the brand to her eyes and back. She didn’t feel bad about the scars or the brand, not anymore. It was more of an awkward thing to try and explain, but Alistair understood and for that she was thankful.
Her legs wrapped around him easily, her arms linking behind his neck as he moved them further into the water before he spoke. Her eyes slipping from the water and the world around them to his dark eyes, a smile lighting them up as well as the corners of her lips before he pressed his lips to hers. Rex kissed him back, gentle at first yet growing hungrier the longer they kissed until he pulled away. When he finally spoke again, she laughed slightly, her legs tightening around his waist and her arms pulling him closer to her so she could plant a kiss on his neck. “I’ve heard I’m a great many things.” She whispered to his ear, her nose running lightly against his neck before she pulled back to look at him again.
“I’ve been told I was nothing, then the most important thing. I’ve been told I was an item bought to make peace. I’ve been told I was only a body to host a child of two nations.” She paused thoughtfully, her head cocking to the side as she surveyed him. “Didn’t really succeed, however.” She flashed him a small smile, somewhat alluding to the fact she had almost carried the child, though it hadn't made it to term. “But I am a daughter of a Queen and a warrior. I’m told I have my mother’s heart and my father’s fierceness. Perhaps that is why I get to spend today with you, not in some cell waiting to be beaten again or branded more. Or why I still have my head.” A half laugh escaped her before she got a bit more serious. “The “C” stands for many things, you know. Crown. A property of the crown. Charlatan. Captive, Calstron, my ex-husband’s name.” She paused for a few thoughtful seconds. “Doesn’t matter much anymore. Besides, I’m souring the mood.” She said with a wink, pulling him close for another kiss.
"Tell me about you." She purred in his ear, planting another kiss on his neck just below his ear and beneath his stubbled chin.
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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