Her eyes were closed when she heard the door open, and she heard him come in. Theo figured she would keep her eyes closed until she heard him slide into the water. It was dark enough in that corner of the room that she knew if she just kept her eyes closed until she heard and felt the water ripple around her in the sunken pool, that she wouldn't see anything inadvertently. But, she couldn't help the immediate crossing of her arms over her chest, and the urge to sink down into the water a bit further, just to make sure that he didn't get a good eyeful of her chest.
Theo didn't know why, she didn't have the usual shame many people had when it came to the naked form, her own at least -- she had a bit of a streak of shyness when it came to other's naked bodies. She could barely be with Wilhelmina without turning thirty shades of red when her tongue was busy lapping at the grey-headed elf's cunt, or when the elf's fist was deep inside Theo's own. She hadn't minced words earlier about that, it was one of her favorite things to do with the younger elf, but Theo knew as long as she was paying for it, it didn't really count as anything but the act itself. There was no feeling, nor love attached to it, just an itch to be scratched. And there was the matter of Theo never having been kissed -- she was saving that for someone special. So when Ruth Yoesif had been there, had patched her up, his fingers expertly drawing patterns across tender and ticklish healing flesh, she hadn't exactly been kidding in her want to feel his fingers pressing deep inside her until he was buried inside her up to his well proportioned wrist, even if she chalked it up to the spider venom that she had consumed there in the ruins earlier in the day, but as night had fallen, she had still imagined it -- through dinner, and then all the way here to the bath.
How long would it take for her to work up the courage on her own to ask again? She wasn't sure, but she knew she'd have to eventually. She'd spent too long gazing at those hands and imagining them on her, in her, to pass by the chance, even if it was something quick and done. And if she was being completely honest with herself, she knew it wouldn't happen until he dropped the act, the mask around her, for her to feel completely safe enough with him doing more risque touching of her body. Even if the spider venom had enhanced her feelings in the moment, she knew now, hours later, even with the dulled familiar sense back to her, she still felt the faintest of needs to find Mina soon, or her own hands, or if she could work up the courage, his hands.
So when he said something about doing something naughty, she hadn't thought about the idea that she could slip a hand deeper into the darkened water, but the thought, and the desire was gone once again as his words continued and she remembered he had told her she wouldn't have the guts to ask it again, and all the teasing she was going to endure over the next few months about some of the things she had said. There would be time later to think back to having his hands back on her, and imagining one in her, "[color=#ff851b]No Ruth. Remember, you told me you'd fuss at me if I did anything to undo any of your work. I figure that includes the major F's. Fighting, fucking, and fisting, gotta take those off my list for at least a few days.[/color]"
She shifted in the water, still keeping her arms folded over her chest as she looked over at the door, "[color=#ff851b]And I don't really cherish the idea of being fussed at.[/color]"
Theo didn't know why, she didn't have the usual shame many people had when it came to the naked form, her own at least -- she had a bit of a streak of shyness when it came to other's naked bodies. She could barely be with Wilhelmina without turning thirty shades of red when her tongue was busy lapping at the grey-headed elf's cunt, or when the elf's fist was deep inside Theo's own. She hadn't minced words earlier about that, it was one of her favorite things to do with the younger elf, but Theo knew as long as she was paying for it, it didn't really count as anything but the act itself. There was no feeling, nor love attached to it, just an itch to be scratched. And there was the matter of Theo never having been kissed -- she was saving that for someone special. So when Ruth Yoesif had been there, had patched her up, his fingers expertly drawing patterns across tender and ticklish healing flesh, she hadn't exactly been kidding in her want to feel his fingers pressing deep inside her until he was buried inside her up to his well proportioned wrist, even if she chalked it up to the spider venom that she had consumed there in the ruins earlier in the day, but as night had fallen, she had still imagined it -- through dinner, and then all the way here to the bath.
How long would it take for her to work up the courage on her own to ask again? She wasn't sure, but she knew she'd have to eventually. She'd spent too long gazing at those hands and imagining them on her, in her, to pass by the chance, even if it was something quick and done. And if she was being completely honest with herself, she knew it wouldn't happen until he dropped the act, the mask around her, for her to feel completely safe enough with him doing more risque touching of her body. Even if the spider venom had enhanced her feelings in the moment, she knew now, hours later, even with the dulled familiar sense back to her, she still felt the faintest of needs to find Mina soon, or her own hands, or if she could work up the courage, his hands.
So when he said something about doing something naughty, she hadn't thought about the idea that she could slip a hand deeper into the darkened water, but the thought, and the desire was gone once again as his words continued and she remembered he had told her she wouldn't have the guts to ask it again, and all the teasing she was going to endure over the next few months about some of the things she had said. There would be time later to think back to having his hands back on her, and imagining one in her, "[color=#ff851b]No Ruth. Remember, you told me you'd fuss at me if I did anything to undo any of your work. I figure that includes the major F's. Fighting, fucking, and fisting, gotta take those off my list for at least a few days.[/color]"
She shifted in the water, still keeping her arms folded over her chest as she looked over at the door, "[color=#ff851b]And I don't really cherish the idea of being fussed at.[/color]"
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