Mina was secretly pleased as all get out that he liked to hold her, there was something about it, later, when she realized that Colt was helping her figure out that not all touch had to be sexual, that felt pure to her, felt right, as if it was supposed to be that she could touch and be touched by others and it not have to be inherently sexual. And one day she would realize that it was those sorts of touched that she liked the most, especially from Colt. Being held, and being able to be held by him, there was something to it that just made things feel better. Good, like there was some hope in the world that she'd have something after the Old Man passed -- that she could potentially be something more than just a whore.
Not that she wanted to social climb, hell no, she had no aspirations beyond living a relatively peaceful life until she met her end. What ever end that happened to be for her. And soon enough, the sounds downstairs faded away, and she was back listening to the beat of his heart, felt it thudding against her back as he wrapped his arms around her, and squeezed. And with it, her knees went back together, for a moment, before she told herself again, there wasn't anything gonna happen this evening, she was good to enjoy just being his companion for the evening.
"[color=#2ecc40]A little, it's chilly out here at night, but you're nice and warm, and your heart beat is relaxing.[/color]" But then the blanket was over the bottom half of her face, and she laughed, hugging his arm back to her middle as she moved to slot her fingers with his there under the blanket. "[color=#2ecc40]They wouldn't have let them near her if he had had bad intentions, so I know they were friends.[/color]"
She wasn't a believer, in well, much of anything, but she could feel the comfort the stories tried to offer. She wanted to be able to give herself over to the belief of the Old Man, because it felt like it would be welcoming, like she would finally have a place, maybe a little more so than she did there at the Back Water. Or, she could leave and maybe be captured and then branded and owned by someone. She had heard tales, she knew the world could be unkind.
Something about the tone of his voice, made her decide not to ask about his mother, not yet at least. Some hesitation had been there, and it sounded like he hadn't seen her in a while, if he didn't know if she had new takes or not. That was something that someone in touch with a person would know, tales were shared back and forth, so, she wouldn't press. But his Coterie days, "[color=#2ecc40]Aww, but one day you'll tell them, right? Not while we're stargazing, or when we go and lay out under the sun and watch the clouds, because once you do stargazing, you have cloud gazing next, you know, and the beach. Maybe after you take me to the beach, you can tell me a story or three. Three dates is when we start telling tragic backstories to one another, right?[/color]"
She was teasing, and she made sure he knew as she squeezed his hand with her own, turning and placing a small kiss to his cheek. "[color=#2ecc40]I only want what you'll give to me, Colt. I won't go prying in something you don't wanna tell me. Only right, besides, I know there are some things in my past you wouldn't wanna hear about, so I won't ever tell em.[/color]" She turned her face back partially to his neck, eyes closed as she just let him hold her. let him keep her warm there in the blanket, together. "[color=#2ecc40]Unless you ask about em, I wanna do, what ever this is, right, yeah? I ain't saying I'll stop being a whore over night, I got a mouth I got to make sure has food going into it, but if we're gonna do this, I wanna try and do it right, if there's something from my past you wanna know, I'll tell it. And if there's something you want to keep in the past, then we keep it in the past.[/color]"
Not that she wanted to social climb, hell no, she had no aspirations beyond living a relatively peaceful life until she met her end. What ever end that happened to be for her. And soon enough, the sounds downstairs faded away, and she was back listening to the beat of his heart, felt it thudding against her back as he wrapped his arms around her, and squeezed. And with it, her knees went back together, for a moment, before she told herself again, there wasn't anything gonna happen this evening, she was good to enjoy just being his companion for the evening.
"[color=#2ecc40]A little, it's chilly out here at night, but you're nice and warm, and your heart beat is relaxing.[/color]" But then the blanket was over the bottom half of her face, and she laughed, hugging his arm back to her middle as she moved to slot her fingers with his there under the blanket. "[color=#2ecc40]They wouldn't have let them near her if he had had bad intentions, so I know they were friends.[/color]"
She wasn't a believer, in well, much of anything, but she could feel the comfort the stories tried to offer. She wanted to be able to give herself over to the belief of the Old Man, because it felt like it would be welcoming, like she would finally have a place, maybe a little more so than she did there at the Back Water. Or, she could leave and maybe be captured and then branded and owned by someone. She had heard tales, she knew the world could be unkind.
Something about the tone of his voice, made her decide not to ask about his mother, not yet at least. Some hesitation had been there, and it sounded like he hadn't seen her in a while, if he didn't know if she had new takes or not. That was something that someone in touch with a person would know, tales were shared back and forth, so, she wouldn't press. But his Coterie days, "[color=#2ecc40]Aww, but one day you'll tell them, right? Not while we're stargazing, or when we go and lay out under the sun and watch the clouds, because once you do stargazing, you have cloud gazing next, you know, and the beach. Maybe after you take me to the beach, you can tell me a story or three. Three dates is when we start telling tragic backstories to one another, right?[/color]"
She was teasing, and she made sure he knew as she squeezed his hand with her own, turning and placing a small kiss to his cheek. "[color=#2ecc40]I only want what you'll give to me, Colt. I won't go prying in something you don't wanna tell me. Only right, besides, I know there are some things in my past you wouldn't wanna hear about, so I won't ever tell em.[/color]" She turned her face back partially to his neck, eyes closed as she just let him hold her. let him keep her warm there in the blanket, together. "[color=#2ecc40]Unless you ask about em, I wanna do, what ever this is, right, yeah? I ain't saying I'll stop being a whore over night, I got a mouth I got to make sure has food going into it, but if we're gonna do this, I wanna try and do it right, if there's something from my past you wanna know, I'll tell it. And if there's something you want to keep in the past, then we keep it in the past.[/color]"
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