Maker help her, she thought, quietly to herself as he pulled her tighter to him, closed to the warmth he radiated there in the blanket, but admittedly, he was much warmer with more of his body pressed to hers. And that thought made her gulp down a breath of cold air, her cheeks heating through, down her neck and chest even. What would it feel like to have him over her, all warmth and lean muscle, with those hands that made her skin goose-bump with each touch of a digit drug down her skin, feather light and enough to make the small hairs on her stand on end. And it excited her that one day she might get to find that part out.
It had been a part of her dreams for a long while, how he'd take her, eyes held with hers, forehead to forehead so that when she did come, because she knew he would get her there, he could watch it in her face. And so while he cuddled her up closer, she let herself dream about the beach, about going somewhere with him, and not have to be pressured into a performance. He... he wanted her. She could tell, she wasn't blind, and she certainly wasn't stupid, but it was the first time that someone had wanted her, and not just the idea of her, the performance of "her", but actually her. Mina who wasn't a slave, but might as well be one, Mina who sold herself to get enough money to keep the only home she had ever known going once the old man was gone, because he would be gone, and she'd be all alone. Mina who had dreamed of him more times than she could count, had used her fingers at the thought of him, in so many scenarios, but had never thought he'd look past her just being the whore at the bar.
"[color=#2ecc40]Right now? Not before hand? Only once you had little Mina in your arms, and blankets, with good ale, and a cold night to look at stars. Dressed in your shirt and nothing else?[/color]" She grinned wider than before, teasing as her lips moved against the skin of his neck with her words. She had promised, she reminded herself, as she kept herself from going in to nibble along the line of his throat, and as much as her mind wanted to race ahead to their eventual coupling, because she was certain it would happen, she didn't want to miss the in-between. Too many firsts for her, that she was going to get to experience with him. It was a struggle, to keep herself present, in the moment, and not, the past and future. She hadn't lived in the moment in a long time, and she was finding that she wanted to experience more of "in the moment". So she tried to still herself once again, get herself out of her mind, and into his arms.
[color=#2ecc40]"We all got stories to tell and share, and one day I wanna hear yours, but when we ain't having a good night. Not the first time someone told me the story of Sirius, not the first time that I have your arms around me, truly around me."[/color] She could feel the sleep sneaking in when she finally surrendered herself to the now; after such a long day of cooking, cleaning, and taking care of the shits down stairs, once she let the background noise in her own head go, it was all she could do not to doze off there, safe on his chest. She had redone the bathing room today too, fifty trips back and forth with the bucket to get enough water into two of the tubs, and then another fifty to empty the other two out into the back garden where she was waiting for the spring time vegetables to come up so they'd have more color in the stews and tarts she cooked and baked. So to have this quiet moment with him, to be peeled off from the constant chore of the Water, it was a treat. A huge one, one she was coming to realize exactly how huge.
"[color=#2ecc40]Okay, okay, none of the healer, not with my Colt here, willing to see where all this goes, together with me[/color]."
It had been a part of her dreams for a long while, how he'd take her, eyes held with hers, forehead to forehead so that when she did come, because she knew he would get her there, he could watch it in her face. And so while he cuddled her up closer, she let herself dream about the beach, about going somewhere with him, and not have to be pressured into a performance. He... he wanted her. She could tell, she wasn't blind, and she certainly wasn't stupid, but it was the first time that someone had wanted her, and not just the idea of her, the performance of "her", but actually her. Mina who wasn't a slave, but might as well be one, Mina who sold herself to get enough money to keep the only home she had ever known going once the old man was gone, because he would be gone, and she'd be all alone. Mina who had dreamed of him more times than she could count, had used her fingers at the thought of him, in so many scenarios, but had never thought he'd look past her just being the whore at the bar.
"[color=#2ecc40]Right now? Not before hand? Only once you had little Mina in your arms, and blankets, with good ale, and a cold night to look at stars. Dressed in your shirt and nothing else?[/color]" She grinned wider than before, teasing as her lips moved against the skin of his neck with her words. She had promised, she reminded herself, as she kept herself from going in to nibble along the line of his throat, and as much as her mind wanted to race ahead to their eventual coupling, because she was certain it would happen, she didn't want to miss the in-between. Too many firsts for her, that she was going to get to experience with him. It was a struggle, to keep herself present, in the moment, and not, the past and future. She hadn't lived in the moment in a long time, and she was finding that she wanted to experience more of "in the moment". So she tried to still herself once again, get herself out of her mind, and into his arms.
[color=#2ecc40]"We all got stories to tell and share, and one day I wanna hear yours, but when we ain't having a good night. Not the first time someone told me the story of Sirius, not the first time that I have your arms around me, truly around me."[/color] She could feel the sleep sneaking in when she finally surrendered herself to the now; after such a long day of cooking, cleaning, and taking care of the shits down stairs, once she let the background noise in her own head go, it was all she could do not to doze off there, safe on his chest. She had redone the bathing room today too, fifty trips back and forth with the bucket to get enough water into two of the tubs, and then another fifty to empty the other two out into the back garden where she was waiting for the spring time vegetables to come up so they'd have more color in the stews and tarts she cooked and baked. So to have this quiet moment with him, to be peeled off from the constant chore of the Water, it was a treat. A huge one, one she was coming to realize exactly how huge.
"[color=#2ecc40]Okay, okay, none of the healer, not with my Colt here, willing to see where all this goes, together with me[/color]."
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