Amalia
the shield of safrin
she does not know what it's like
not to have deep emotions
not to have deep emotions
With all the tension of the past seasons, the losses and changes and illness and insanity, how couldn't she be desperate for all that he's offering, the simple pleasure of being wanted, being seen? And though Amalia doesn't usually feel these urges without an underlying foundation of love, she does love Ronin - not romantically, but as dearly and fiercely as anyone else who has mattered in her life.
She loves him, and she trusts him, so when he says that it's okay, that she can have this and be had in turn it sends a shiver down her spine, the last of her inhibitions falling away beneath the caress of his hands.
Amalia's back is bare, the tattoo glittering down the length that Ronin caresses so very gently, his touch electric on her skin. An involuntary gasp leaves her lips, her dark eyes closing and her head falling back, leaning on his shoulder, her hips pressing almost involuntarily into his. She can feel his desire for her and it feels incredible, freeing to offer herself up without any expectations, a single string attached.
When she turns around her face is flushed, but this time with a dark desire that warms her skin and hoods her eyes. "Show me?" Amalia murmurs, pleads, reaching out tentatively to place her hand upon his chest, her face tilting up to his, searching for that last piece of permission to let go. "I want to feel wanted, Ronin- please."
She loves him, and she trusts him, so when he says that it's okay, that she can have this and be had in turn it sends a shiver down her spine, the last of her inhibitions falling away beneath the caress of his hands.
Amalia's back is bare, the tattoo glittering down the length that Ronin caresses so very gently, his touch electric on her skin. An involuntary gasp leaves her lips, her dark eyes closing and her head falling back, leaning on his shoulder, her hips pressing almost involuntarily into his. She can feel his desire for her and it feels incredible, freeing to offer herself up without any expectations, a single string attached.
When she turns around her face is flushed, but this time with a dark desire that warms her skin and hoods her eyes. "Show me?" Amalia murmurs, pleads, reaching out tentatively to place her hand upon his chest, her face tilting up to his, searching for that last piece of permission to let go. "I want to feel wanted, Ronin- please."
even when she feels nothing
she feels it completely
she feels it completely
