There would be a time where they would talk properly. Fill each other in on the details. Meg wasn’t sure if he knew about Sylaise, or how he’d react if he didn’t. Her mind kept returning to the faded hollow, rotating the engine that pumped, ticked instead of beat. It was beyond her skill, certainly, but perhaps not others, if they could study it, see the blueprints… but Nairn was talking again.
They couldn’t go back, only forwards now. Meg had gone through many winters alone, wandered the breadth of Thedas but had never been able to shake the mark, his mark, on her heart. It nearly burst between his words and the three delicate taps against her chin. Maybe it was the need to reciprocate, or a case of nostalgia, that his thumb later became her hostage, lips grinning around the digit.
His laugh did more to break any remaining tension she had, body sinking deeper into his arms as he offered the trade. Admittedly she took a moment, flicking her tongue over the tip for good measure as she released him. The kiss though… Time stopped for Meg. Submitting herself entirely into his hands, Meg’s eyes fluttering closed as her hands shifted around his neck and into his hair.
When they parted to breathe, she could hardly control the little chuckle that escaped. [color=#008e02]“...Yes.” [/color]Grinning, because he hadn’t changed at least not in this way. [color=#008e02]“But no funny business,” [/color]giving him a look before her hand slid delicately across his chest. [color=#008e02]“I want to know… your limits. …I don’t want you dying on me while trying to make up for ten years of missed date nights.”[/color]
They couldn’t go back, only forwards now. Meg had gone through many winters alone, wandered the breadth of Thedas but had never been able to shake the mark, his mark, on her heart. It nearly burst between his words and the three delicate taps against her chin. Maybe it was the need to reciprocate, or a case of nostalgia, that his thumb later became her hostage, lips grinning around the digit.
His laugh did more to break any remaining tension she had, body sinking deeper into his arms as he offered the trade. Admittedly she took a moment, flicking her tongue over the tip for good measure as she released him. The kiss though… Time stopped for Meg. Submitting herself entirely into his hands, Meg’s eyes fluttering closed as her hands shifted around his neck and into his hair.
When they parted to breathe, she could hardly control the little chuckle that escaped. [color=#008e02]“...Yes.” [/color]Grinning, because he hadn’t changed at least not in this way. [color=#008e02]“But no funny business,” [/color]giving him a look before her hand slid delicately across his chest. [color=#008e02]“I want to know… your limits. …I don’t want you dying on me while trying to make up for ten years of missed date nights.”[/color]
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