Sunbeam Lair just dance like you're disappointed in the world

his answer was unexpected. she'd pegged him as the type to want something but was, for some reason, too shy or too afraid to do anything about it even if it was shoved right into their face. clearly, she was wrong. he'd stepped forward and although tentative, reached out to touch her. saarth let out a soft noise of pleasure and leaned into his touch, hoping to dissolve his palpable anxiety. distantly, she wondered if this was his first time with a girl; she wouldn't be surprised if it was - it would certainly explain his tentativeness. in all fairness, her own experience with guys were limited as well - as in, she might've done with a dude before but she couldn't really remember what happened; they were both on some sort of drugs then and came out of the experience on the brink of death, delirious and remembering nothing. only difference between the stranger (god, she still didn't know his name - was that bad?) and herself was that she knew how to fake it - the confidence. this might as well be her first time as well. with a guy, at least.

saarthal lingered for a moment before she turned, her body flush against his side as she aimed to lick alongside the length of his jaw. "tell me if you want to stop," she reminded him (and herself) gently. now that they were actually doing this...maybe she was having slight second thoughts. a memory surfaced in the back of her mind - a princess with eyes of lightning blue murmuring the same words into the crook of her neck - saarthal gritted her teeth, forcefully shoving the thought down and began pressing kisses with renewed vigour against the hollow of the boy's throat, if allowed.