MAEA
Enveloped by the water that all but swallowed her whole now, Maea felt little more than a piece of driftwood set afloat in the river. If he were to let go, she would no doubt drift far down stream before her limbs began to function properly again. It was quite ridiculous, really. Not too long ago she had seen this person stand before Frey, exchanging rings with another woman, not even knowing his name. One meal and a conversation later, and she was clay in his hands. But though the thought crossed her mind and irked her to no end, Maea couldn't feel the full impact of those cold facts. Not when his fingers touched her cheek, oh so gentle as they brushed white strands of silky hair away.
Never before had she been this close to a man. Not any, not for any reason. Oh, there had been hugs and the occasional hand on a shoulder, the sympathetic squeeze of a hand, but it was always brief. Never lingering. No one had ever spoken so softly in her ear that a shudder could not be suppressed, making her breath catch. She could feel his warm breath against the damp skin on her neck; her grip on his shoulders tightened for a second, and she barely registered it.
"You have," she admitted weakly, after a moment of hesitation. She had been laughing, relaxing. Could probably do so still, if only this tension would go away. But Sunjata showed no signs of wanting to quit this game, and she... was conflicted. It would be so very easy to forget everything, let the river wash away all the guilt and reason and common sense, leave only stormy eyes and a smiling mouth to care about. He was so close... and she was all but bewitched, a thrall to her own inexperience.
"It would be fun... but.. it's not me you should be doing this with. What about Phoebe?"
Never before had she been this close to a man. Not any, not for any reason. Oh, there had been hugs and the occasional hand on a shoulder, the sympathetic squeeze of a hand, but it was always brief. Never lingering. No one had ever spoken so softly in her ear that a shudder could not be suppressed, making her breath catch. She could feel his warm breath against the damp skin on her neck; her grip on his shoulders tightened for a second, and she barely registered it.
"You have," she admitted weakly, after a moment of hesitation. She had been laughing, relaxing. Could probably do so still, if only this tension would go away. But Sunjata showed no signs of wanting to quit this game, and she... was conflicted. It would be so very easy to forget everything, let the river wash away all the guilt and reason and common sense, leave only stormy eyes and a smiling mouth to care about. He was so close... and she was all but bewitched, a thrall to her own inexperience.
"It would be fun... but.. it's not me you should be doing this with. What about Phoebe?"
