[This must be how it happens for other people, she thinks.
This must be what it's like when they finally meet someone they could see themselves with for more than an evening or a week. Everything she's said feels like she's pushing herself off of one cliff after another, getting further away from a place where she can turn back and all before if she's certain she wants what's at the bottom. But the connection, the rightness takes away the fear that would normally have her holding back. Waiting to see how things progress. What few stipulations they cling to are still there, but only by threads.
Eun surrenders to his kisses, feeling the emotional weight of them and returning it with her own. This is what it feels like to fall, she thinks. This is what it's like to dive headlong into another person.
The way it shakes her might leave her unsettled if he weren't becoming the foundation beneath her feet.
They lay there together a while longer, quietly in the moment of those stronger emotions. Eun wants to give him time to settle, and does not mind having the opportunity to examine how she feels about what he's said. What she's said. None of it has accelerated their timeline, but they do at least move forward with eyes a little more open to what this could become.
Eventually, Eun suggests that they get on with their morning, stating that she's not about to let it slip by without getting her time in his greenhouse. It's with reluctance that she shifts her limbs to free him, to allow him to rise and and then help her to her feet, but rationally Eun thinks that it's good for them to have a breather from everything. Carefully, she bends to retrieve her discarded clothing, slipping her bra back on, then the tank top. She hesitates a moment, considering the warmth of the greenhouse, and sits to slip her leggings off, then heads back to the kitchen to retrieve her button-down shirt. It's large enough to tie around her waist, leaving enough of her skin uncovered to be comfortable among the roses.
This is how Eun comes to be lounging on the cushions of Asil's wicker loveseat, thumbing through her book of poetry in an absent-minded sort of way, and distracted by watching the other werewolf move through his domain. She likes seeing him like this, she decides, drawing her legs up onto the cushions so her weight rests on her hip. Not just the part where he is shirtless and glorious to behold, but how he moves. There is purpose and familiarity, comfort and ease among his roses, but he still exudes such power to her that it's all very, very attractive. She's taken with it enough that she doesn't even realize that she's looking at him with the faint glow of gold to her eyes, lips curved up slightly with her enjoyment.]
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This must be what it's like when they finally meet someone they could see themselves with for more than an evening or a week. Everything she's said feels like she's pushing herself off of one cliff after another, getting further away from a place where she can turn back and all before if she's certain she wants what's at the bottom. But the connection, the rightness takes away the fear that would normally have her holding back. Waiting to see how things progress. What few stipulations they cling to are still there, but only by threads.
Eun surrenders to his kisses, feeling the emotional weight of them and returning it with her own. This is what it feels like to fall, she thinks. This is what it's like to dive headlong into another person.
The way it shakes her might leave her unsettled if he weren't becoming the foundation beneath her feet.
They lay there together a while longer, quietly in the moment of those stronger emotions. Eun wants to give him time to settle, and does not mind having the opportunity to examine how she feels about what he's said. What she's said. None of it has accelerated their timeline, but they do at least move forward with eyes a little more open to what this could become.
Eventually, Eun suggests that they get on with their morning, stating that she's not about to let it slip by without getting her time in his greenhouse. It's with reluctance that she shifts her limbs to free him, to allow him to rise and and then help her to her feet, but rationally Eun thinks that it's good for them to have a breather from everything. Carefully, she bends to retrieve her discarded clothing, slipping her bra back on, then the tank top. She hesitates a moment, considering the warmth of the greenhouse, and sits to slip her leggings off, then heads back to the kitchen to retrieve her button-down shirt. It's large enough to tie around her waist, leaving enough of her skin uncovered to be comfortable among the roses.
This is how Eun comes to be lounging on the cushions of Asil's wicker loveseat, thumbing through her book of poetry in an absent-minded sort of way, and distracted by watching the other werewolf move through his domain. She likes seeing him like this, she decides, drawing her legs up onto the cushions so her weight rests on her hip. Not just the part where he is shirtless and glorious to behold, but how he moves. There is purpose and familiarity, comfort and ease among his roses, but he still exudes such power to her that it's all very, very attractive. She's taken with it enough that she doesn't even realize that she's looking at him with the faint glow of gold to her eyes, lips curved up slightly with her enjoyment.]
So what do you plan on doing first?