[ The intimacy of sharing her mind and her thoughts with Armand does not strike her as stranger than the intimacy of sharing her body; for Lauralae, so cursed as she had been for so long, it feels as if the mind is an easier thing to offer for friendship and love. Her body is something different, a dangerous weapon, a tool in the hands of her Queen, but her thoughts? Those are the gifts she can give without fear.
Her limbs move on instinct, no hesitation as her legs encircle Armand, sharp, bony knees nudging into his body as she tilts herself up to chase him. Each kiss feels like benediction in the echoes of their confessions, ambrosia of love given between them; this is what it means to be cherished. This is what it means to be accepted, to be embraced in spite of all the sadness and loneliness that there is in the world.
Armand in her kin in this. Her body clamours for him, opens to him like an offering, and she does not even second-guess turning her head to bare her neck, to permit his teeth to go where they please. Submission from a wolf, a sign of surrender, a sign of respect, a sign of adoration; Armand can drink from her as he pleases. She gives it freely, but for him, it feels different.
It feels as if she belongs here, somehow, under his touch, under his bite, to be tender, to be willing, to be wanton. He will accept her, surely, no matter what she asks? For all the darkness in her, Armand sees her for more. ]
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Her limbs move on instinct, no hesitation as her legs encircle Armand, sharp, bony knees nudging into his body as she tilts herself up to chase him. Each kiss feels like benediction in the echoes of their confessions, ambrosia of love given between them; this is what it means to be cherished. This is what it means to be accepted, to be embraced in spite of all the sadness and loneliness that there is in the world.
Armand in her kin in this. Her body clamours for him, opens to him like an offering, and she does not even second-guess turning her head to bare her neck, to permit his teeth to go where they please. Submission from a wolf, a sign of surrender, a sign of respect, a sign of adoration; Armand can drink from her as he pleases. She gives it freely, but for him, it feels different.
It feels as if she belongs here, somehow, under his touch, under his bite, to be tender, to be willing, to be wanton. He will accept her, surely, no matter what she asks? For all the darkness in her, Armand sees her for more. ]