Moonspear [M] Dream on

Darling. The nickname felt uncomfortable, but she interpreted it as a reassurance....And perhaps as an indication that this was not his first time being with someone. She assumed he might have been more hesitant if he didn't know what to do...But if Kukutux had suggested him, then she suspected that she had knowledge of the man's experience, and that she would be in good hands. 

"Only for a time," She explained. She smiled faintly. "It seems...Discouraged to fall for the one who performs your First Rite," She went on, with a light bob of her head. She hoped that she was explaining it correctly, and that he would not think that she simply wanted to avoid him. "I might come to know you- in time, but not when feelings are so strong." Already, she could feel herself becoming accustomed to the look of his face; the impish light in his green, green eyes. 

She had wanted to reach out and touch others before- and had savoured the sensation of denying herself what it was that she had truly desired. Now, though, she could tough Alaric without restraint, and found the benefit just as enticing. She would not need to hold back, or stop. She followed her instincts, and soon found herself growing both willing and impatient. His touch awakened her, and he received nothing more than a mere nod when he assured her that they could stop at any point. 

She did not want to. 

She urged him as her curiosity grew to become a heavy weight in her abdomen, and whimpered softly as she shuddered. She pivoted so she could draw up alongside him, pressing her side against his, before taking a step forward and arching her neck back with a soft, pleading cry.