[Eun wants to say that no, of course she doesn't want them to step carefully around her. She still wishes to befriend the others here, to get to know them also and spend time with them. There is a lot she has to learn and the more time she spends in the pack, the better. And yet, wanting them not to express interest her, wanting them to understand and not bother her with such things, isn't that wanting them to watch themselves around her?
Perhaps, until she is sure, she is better off thinking about this more before taking that step. It has been a week, and they have yet to spend time together that is not quite so fraught with baggage, apologies, and feeling each other out.
Especially with them both saying without saying it outright that this period of getting to know each other comes with the possibility of being together.
Eun's expression is thoughtful, as she considers this, as they sit in the quiet of the kitchen together, feeling entirely separate from the rest of the world. She has forgotten, and continues to forget, that there is another wolf in this house who no doubt can hear their entire conversation.
But who could think of Bran at a time like this, when the most compelling man she's ever met in her entire life tells her that he thinks about kissing her. Eun, who has done a number of things that would have made those Carmelite nuns blush and cross themselves, feels her heart beat faster for a moment. Heat rises from her neck to her cheeks, and her own wolf responds to his, coming to the surface as well.
He seems to blink it back all too soon, leaving Eun off-balance once more, simmering in the warmth of her own desire. Her fingers twitch against his as she exhales softly, staring down at their joined hands instead of him. He unsettles her, but perhaps that's exactly why she wants to spend more time with him.]
I do want to kiss you, Asil. Badly. [A sharp laugh bubbles and bursts from her as she shakes her head.] I would not have teased you in the car the way I did if I did not then. And now, after tonight, that desire has grown into something less playful. But...
[How does she put this? She's never felt this way before and it makes it hard to put it into words. There's still something of the wolf in her gaze as she speaks, but also something more unexpected. Not just desire, but longing.]
Even aside from the way I feel drawn to you, I think between habit from when I was still human and the fact that holding your hand is the most I have been touched in this last year, I would find it too easy, too tempting to lose myself in that kiss. All of my good intentions to take things slow, and not only get to know you but let you get to know me, might get cast aside very quickly.
[Even now, she wishes she hadn't said any of that. That she'd just told him to kiss her and nothing about how she's not sure she can control herself around him once they take that step.]
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Perhaps, until she is sure, she is better off thinking about this more before taking that step. It has been a week, and they have yet to spend time together that is not quite so fraught with baggage, apologies, and feeling each other out.
Especially with them both saying without saying it outright that this period of getting to know each other comes with the possibility of being together.
Eun's expression is thoughtful, as she considers this, as they sit in the quiet of the kitchen together, feeling entirely separate from the rest of the world. She has forgotten, and continues to forget, that there is another wolf in this house who no doubt can hear their entire conversation.
But who could think of Bran at a time like this, when the most compelling man she's ever met in her entire life tells her that he thinks about kissing her. Eun, who has done a number of things that would have made those Carmelite nuns blush and cross themselves, feels her heart beat faster for a moment. Heat rises from her neck to her cheeks, and her own wolf responds to his, coming to the surface as well.
He seems to blink it back all too soon, leaving Eun off-balance once more, simmering in the warmth of her own desire. Her fingers twitch against his as she exhales softly, staring down at their joined hands instead of him. He unsettles her, but perhaps that's exactly why she wants to spend more time with him.]
I do want to kiss you, Asil. Badly. [A sharp laugh bubbles and bursts from her as she shakes her head.] I would not have teased you in the car the way I did if I did not then. And now, after tonight, that desire has grown into something less playful. But...
[How does she put this? She's never felt this way before and it makes it hard to put it into words. There's still something of the wolf in her gaze as she speaks, but also something more unexpected. Not just desire, but longing.]
Even aside from the way I feel drawn to you, I think between habit from when I was still human and the fact that holding your hand is the most I have been touched in this last year, I would find it too easy, too tempting to lose myself in that kiss. All of my good intentions to take things slow, and not only get to know you but let you get to know me, might get cast aside very quickly.
[Even now, she wishes she hadn't said any of that. That she'd just told him to kiss her and nothing about how she's not sure she can control herself around him once they take that step.]