[ she feels weightless in the moments right after, warmth suffusing her limbs as she savors the closeness, the affection in his gaze. this is what it's like, she thinks; this is what it could be like—what it should be like to be touched in this way. faerghan tradition required her to save herself for her future husband, that only he should be allowed to give her his seed in the hopes of producing a crest-bearing heir. if she were to go back home now, she wonders what would be the look on her adoptive father's face when she tells him she'd already given herself away, that she's already found someone whom she'd want to be with.
she should be more concerned about it, at least with the gravity of what it means for her here and back home. instead, all she feels is relief—knowing that she no longer has to carry that burden anymore, that she was finally able to make this decision herself; that even after finding his release, he still stays, as if he's loathe to part. something in her chest aches as he holds her close, as he closes his eyes, and she smiles against his lips. ]
I'm okay, [ she murmurs, squirming a little with a soft sigh at the gentle roll of his hips. hers cant up to meet him just to drag out the feeling a little more. ] What about you?
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she should be more concerned about it, at least with the gravity of what it means for her here and back home. instead, all she feels is relief—knowing that she no longer has to carry that burden anymore, that she was finally able to make this decision herself; that even after finding his release, he still stays, as if he's loathe to part. something in her chest aches as he holds her close, as he closes his eyes, and she smiles against his lips. ]
I'm okay, [ she murmurs, squirming a little with a soft sigh at the gentle roll of his hips. hers cant up to meet him just to drag out the feeling a little more. ] What about you?