[Even as she knows it would be best if they drink their tea at least, and have a scone before they cross that line with each other, Eun cannot help but wish that he would kiss her.
They are so near to the same height, a first for Eun, that it puts his mouth so much closer to hers when they stand next to each other. He doesn't have far to lean to reach her mouth--or as it happens, her ear. Eun feels his cheek against hers, a familiar texture of a freshly shaven cheek at that, but more importantly, his breath rustling her hair. His voice is low and smooth, and Eun's wolf grows restless, urging her to press back. To take action to tease back. It can play the pray for the joy of the chase, an old dance of back and forth that it knows well even if Eun does not yet.
She understands the man, however, and the shiver that runs up her spine before she can suppress it. Her cheeks flush with warmth as his hand squeezes her hip--and as Asil wonders how her mouth would feel against his, Eun feels like she's been given a hint of what it will feel like when he finally holds her body against his.
He isn't the only one who needs a breather, once he finally slips away from her, leaving her among his roses. It's a miracle she hasn't clenched his rose tightly and broken the stem. Eun closes her eyes, exhaling with no grace at all. The warmth of this greenhouse is dangerous, and the temptation they pose to one another even more so. Leaning carefully against the edge of his planters, Eun takes several slow breaths to settle herself, but the scent of his own interest is insistent, and she can only wait so long before taking herself into the relative coolness of the kitchen.
But he is there and she...she still needs a moment.
No doubt she looks flustered, much as she had the night before, and Eun flashes him a quick, tight smile as she reluctantly, but gently places the flower on the counter. He's standing there, poised somehow, and preparing their tea, and it is still too soon to be near him again after what just happened. Necessity overwhelms pride as she eases away. The look she gives him is direct, intent. Her words exaggerated to make it clear that she is not running, but...]
I will be right back.
[Eun finds her way to the front door of the cabin and without pausing to put her boots back on or her coat, steps out into the cold morning air. He overwhelms her like no one has before. She's not used to someone being able to affect her like that, like she's been playing kiddie softball for years and has suddenly stepped up into major league baseball. If she did not want him as badly as she does, she could probably hold her own better, but Eun does not want that as much as she wants to feel this.
So for a long moment, she lets the cold air cool her down and center her. She breathes deep the fresh air, not surrounded by the scent of him and his interest as she finds her balance once more.]
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They are so near to the same height, a first for Eun, that it puts his mouth so much closer to hers when they stand next to each other. He doesn't have far to lean to reach her mouth--or as it happens, her ear. Eun feels his cheek against hers, a familiar texture of a freshly shaven cheek at that, but more importantly, his breath rustling her hair. His voice is low and smooth, and Eun's wolf grows restless, urging her to press back. To take action to tease back. It can play the pray for the joy of the chase, an old dance of back and forth that it knows well even if Eun does not yet.
She understands the man, however, and the shiver that runs up her spine before she can suppress it. Her cheeks flush with warmth as his hand squeezes her hip--and as Asil wonders how her mouth would feel against his, Eun feels like she's been given a hint of what it will feel like when he finally holds her body against his.
He isn't the only one who needs a breather, once he finally slips away from her, leaving her among his roses. It's a miracle she hasn't clenched his rose tightly and broken the stem. Eun closes her eyes, exhaling with no grace at all. The warmth of this greenhouse is dangerous, and the temptation they pose to one another even more so. Leaning carefully against the edge of his planters, Eun takes several slow breaths to settle herself, but the scent of his own interest is insistent, and she can only wait so long before taking herself into the relative coolness of the kitchen.
But he is there and she...she still needs a moment.
No doubt she looks flustered, much as she had the night before, and Eun flashes him a quick, tight smile as she reluctantly, but gently places the flower on the counter. He's standing there, poised somehow, and preparing their tea, and it is still too soon to be near him again after what just happened. Necessity overwhelms pride as she eases away. The look she gives him is direct, intent. Her words exaggerated to make it clear that she is not running, but...]
I will be right back.
[Eun finds her way to the front door of the cabin and without pausing to put her boots back on or her coat, steps out into the cold morning air. He overwhelms her like no one has before. She's not used to someone being able to affect her like that, like she's been playing kiddie softball for years and has suddenly stepped up into major league baseball. If she did not want him as badly as she does, she could probably hold her own better, but Eun does not want that as much as she wants to feel this.
So for a long moment, she lets the cold air cool her down and center her. She breathes deep the fresh air, not surrounded by the scent of him and his interest as she finds her balance once more.]