The silk of her shift feels all the thinner when it's flattened against her by his body, when she can feel the warmth of him and the way her breasts shift and press against his chest. She knows that, in the circumstances, it makes no sense for her near-nakedness to trouble her. It was, after all, always part of the deal; she has had ample time to prepare for it, and it isn't as if her body is a shame to her. Still, between that and the hand in her hair, she is surprised by the pang of helplessness she feels for a moment, the sense of lost control. Despite her best efforts, she blushes, and swallows as she looks up at him.
"I am a virgin, if that's what you mean. You weren't sold short shrift." She looks him in the eyes, and reminds herself that no matter what she might feel, she is not helpless. She needs him, certainly, and will do what is right by him and by her family - but she is not helpless. He needs her, too. And, besides, she knows perfectly well how to fight a man bigger than her, if it comes to it.
Her tongue darts out, wetting her lips. The blush still sits on her high cheekbones, no matter how steely her expression might be. "But I am not a child, either. Nor a nun. Does that answer your question?"
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Date: 2020-05-10 12:38 am (UTC)"I am a virgin, if that's what you mean. You weren't sold short shrift." She looks him in the eyes, and reminds herself that no matter what she might feel, she is not helpless. She needs him, certainly, and will do what is right by him and by her family - but she is not helpless. He needs her, too. And, besides, she knows perfectly well how to fight a man bigger than her, if it comes to it.
Her tongue darts out, wetting her lips. The blush still sits on her high cheekbones, no matter how steely her expression might be. "But I am not a child, either. Nor a nun. Does that answer your question?"