He had not intended is statement of the facts to shock or confuse her. He was merely speaking with the honesty that the two of them had determined to do from the beginning of their encounter. He had given her the name 'Meruti', and was satisfied with the knowledge that no other woman; human, Fae or otherwise had ever been referred to as that by him.
When she asked him to teach her his language he nodded. There was not much difference between SIdhe, High Elvish or the speech of Angels. He was flattered by her desire to learn and knew that it would indeed be an asset against prying eyes and ears that seemed to be to ready to eavesdrop .
When she asked permission to touch him, He only gave a slight nod to his approval. Gentle, delicate hands touched his face, fingers perceiving with animal or plant-like sensitivity over his ears, through his hair and then over his nose before she gave a a soft giggle. She was enjoying this, enjoying him as few others had ever been allowed to. Her short burst of merriment made him smile.
When at last her fingers paused over his lips, he felt an almost overwhelming urge to kiss her as soundly and as passionately as they had done in the mirrored room earlier that evening.
"I think this needs to come off before I can explore further," she said. Her eyes were dark and the Fallen One could feel an intense stirring throughout his body. Taking a slight step back away from her to avoid bumping her or entangling them both in his garment, he complied with her request. He stood bare chested, clad only in the loose silk drawstring pants that had been mostly covered by his kurta.
He let it fall to the floor in a puddle of deep blue, gold and bronze silk at their feet. He ached, wanted to reach out and pull her to him in order to remove all doubt of his intent, but was determined to wait until the Faeling resumed her exploration.
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Date: 2017-04-13 10:39 am (UTC)When she asked him to teach her his language he nodded. There was not much difference between SIdhe, High Elvish or the speech of Angels. He was flattered by her desire to learn and knew that it would indeed be an asset against prying eyes and ears that seemed to be to ready to eavesdrop .
When she asked permission to touch him, He only gave a slight nod to his approval. Gentle, delicate hands touched his face, fingers perceiving with animal or plant-like sensitivity over his ears, through his hair and then over his nose before she gave a a soft giggle. She was enjoying this, enjoying him as few others had ever been allowed to. Her short burst of merriment made him smile.
When at last her fingers paused over his lips, he felt an almost overwhelming urge to kiss her as soundly and as passionately as they had done in the mirrored room earlier that evening.
"I think this needs to come off before I can explore further," she said. Her eyes were dark and the Fallen One could feel an intense stirring throughout his body. Taking a slight step back away from her to avoid bumping her or entangling them both in his garment, he complied with her request. He stood bare chested, clad only in the loose silk drawstring pants that had been mostly covered by his kurta.
He let it fall to the floor in a puddle of deep blue, gold and bronze silk at their feet. He ached, wanted to reach out and pull her to him in order to remove all doubt of his intent, but was determined to wait until the Faeling resumed her exploration.