Don't you think a girl like me should be touched?
As he melts further into the bed, she allows her hands to explore a little more than necessary in lieu of spreading the oil across his skin. He is not the only one who has missed touch. For all she offers it, her own skin seems to burn with a need for it, but this is as close as she can come now. Deimos' tactility is all that keeps her going, and most days she must initiate that as well even if he would never turn her away. It is a far cry from the touches she'd had day and night for seasons, two pairs of hands that never had reason to doubt their welcome when they reached for her. Noah is warm and alive beneath her hands, and for a moment she lets her hands lay flat over the backs of his ribs, feeling the measure of breath in his lungs as it swells beneath her palms. It's enough for now.
"Morgan is a fine fighter, though I believe she normally wields a hammer?" From what she recalls of the woman at least. "It's merely a suggestion," she hastens to add, though even that is graceful in her regal tones. Her faith in Deimos and his abilities are unparalleled after all, but she is reluctant to make Noah feel as if she is deeming his efforts so far to be somehow lacking. He is far too sweet for the weight of her scorn, even unintentional.
The storms...well, that's a connection she hadn't considered herself. "That's certainly a theory I hadn't considered," she admits, curiosity humming in her undertones. Her hands descend over his elbow and into his forearm, well muscled from years of bow work and in need of attention. "I wonder if Frey would know. It didn't seem malicious, but circumstance alone could have turned the venture deadly if the wrong people were transported to the wrong areas." She and Wessex had been just fine of course, and while Hotaru is not the most sympathetic person, any dangers are due a certain degree of speculation and investigation.
"Morgan is a fine fighter, though I believe she normally wields a hammer?" From what she recalls of the woman at least. "It's merely a suggestion," she hastens to add, though even that is graceful in her regal tones. Her faith in Deimos and his abilities are unparalleled after all, but she is reluctant to make Noah feel as if she is deeming his efforts so far to be somehow lacking. He is far too sweet for the weight of her scorn, even unintentional.
The storms...well, that's a connection she hadn't considered herself. "That's certainly a theory I hadn't considered," she admits, curiosity humming in her undertones. Her hands descend over his elbow and into his forearm, well muscled from years of bow work and in need of attention. "I wonder if Frey would know. It didn't seem malicious, but circumstance alone could have turned the venture deadly if the wrong people were transported to the wrong areas." She and Wessex had been just fine of course, and while Hotaru is not the most sympathetic person, any dangers are due a certain degree of speculation and investigation.
HOTARU
