She tilts her face up into his kiss, groaning in pleasant emptiness as he pulls out of her, their sweat-slick skin pressing close. This night is not over, nor the night after, nor the lifetime they have of one another. It's a thought that hangs sweet with promise, all the more for all the months before their love when she had seen no light in her future. He has not only shown her that it can be so: he has been that light himself, and is so again now, a solid, warm reminder that all is not lost.
"I have never yet been overcome by any man," she says, teasing, and her eyes meet his. "Would you challenge me, my lord?" There again, she thinks - and the thought is warm and comfortable, not frightening as once it might have been - before they met there was no man to whom she would have gladly surrendered herself. She is joking, making their love into a fight, and yet... she would submit to him as to no other, in fighting or in love, and the realisation of that comes anew, with a thrill.
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Date: 2018-08-12 08:13 pm (UTC)"I have never yet been overcome by any man," she says, teasing, and her eyes meet his. "Would you challenge me, my lord?" There again, she thinks - and the thought is warm and comfortable, not frightening as once it might have been - before they met there was no man to whom she would have gladly surrendered herself. She is joking, making their love into a fight, and yet... she would submit to him as to no other, in fighting or in love, and the realisation of that comes anew, with a thrill.