[ As far as sexual education goes, Erik thinks this has been a more than decent start, that he’s given her something to work with and towards - more exploration to come, the chance to learn more of herself in her own time. The prickle of the world is coming back to him now and making him feel a little more uneasy, less under the spell of her softness and innocence and painfully aware of the party behind them.
He’s on edge, and as his arms slip away he manages a nod. It’s not perhaps the romantic overtures she might have liked, or the softness that a young woman ought to have after her first foray into sexual pleasure, but Erik isn’t particularly soft or romantic. He’s hard steel and danger, bloody hands lifting, to tug the strap of her outfit back over her shoulder and redress her.
It’s a denial before he even speaks. ]
Not today.
[ Not because he doesn’t want it or wouldn’t enjoy it, but because of the strange, biting discomfort of being seen, of being perceived, giving into their games. She can’t block him from view the way he could her, and his head turns, darting, as if predicting some kind of fight or attack. He’s a creature born of suffering. And torment, and he cannot relax, even here. ]
no subject
He’s on edge, and as his arms slip away he manages a nod. It’s not perhaps the romantic overtures she might have liked, or the softness that a young woman ought to have after her first foray into sexual pleasure, but Erik isn’t particularly soft or romantic. He’s hard steel and danger, bloody hands lifting, to tug the strap of her outfit back over her shoulder and redress her.
It’s a denial before he even speaks. ]
Not today.
[ Not because he doesn’t want it or wouldn’t enjoy it, but because of the strange, biting discomfort of being seen, of being perceived, giving into their games. She can’t block him from view the way he could her, and his head turns, darting, as if predicting some kind of fight or attack. He’s a creature born of suffering. And torment, and he cannot relax, even here. ]
Another time, perhaps.