[Konoha did appreciate a man who wouldn't waste food. She should be doing the same, and yet suddenly she is just all too aware of how technology in Sumarlok made it easier to keep dinner fresh. She could reheat things in the "micro wave", she could store them in the "tupper wares", so actually, if she just left things right here-
Because how is she not supposed to notice when his wings suddenly unfurl? They were larger than she expected (the second thing that was) seeing them folded nearly against his back, and though he speaks...
It takes her a moment to realize what he'd actually said. Even though they'd almost done something more than just kissing, just a bit of touching, under the influence of those colorful powders during the Rag'n'boni festival... She had categorized that later as simply that. Something that wouldn't have happened otherwise. She was another man's wife, a child's mother, and perhaps more damning... a jinba, not a human woman. There were men who that meant little to and men who seemed very well aware, for better or largely for worse, and... she had considered Nikolai to belong to the latter.
So what is she supposed to say? Her body answers for her first. A noticeable shudder of desire that makes its way down her long spine. The way her tail twitches, the satchet of potpourri she'd tied to the dock in a futile attempt to hide the musky scent of her season bobbing along with it. His hand is right there on hers, and he's warm, and the little glow of synchrony is enough to potentially reveal how desperate she was.]
You would... ?
[Not just that, but how physically lonely she was in an empty bed she had grown used to sharing with a family, how ashamed that he might be smart enough to guess what she'd been doing before he arrived that made her late-]
Even if... Even if there's no weird powders around... ?
[... That's too specific, but. She thinks he'll know what she means. That there isn't that convenient excuse, something that the whole Gembonded population might encounter and understand as an explanation for a scandal, a sudden tryst.
There's a more important reason she should ask him if he's sure... but it's too far away, tucked into a forgotten corner of her mind that was hazy with Marillan drink and strange handfasting magic. Which left only her reason she shouldn't be doing this... but perhaps that reassurance could wait.
Until he answered her. Her fingers twitch on the cup, beneath his hands, betraying how badly she wants to make just the smallest turn of wrist to lace their fingers, enjoy the warmth he's offering... but she manages to hold herself back just enough to not. Not yet. Not until she was sure, no matter how badly she ached.]
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Because how is she not supposed to notice when his wings suddenly unfurl? They were larger than she expected (the second thing that was) seeing them folded nearly against his back, and though he speaks...
It takes her a moment to realize what he'd actually said. Even though they'd almost done something more than just kissing, just a bit of touching, under the influence of those colorful powders during the Rag'n'boni festival... She had categorized that later as simply that. Something that wouldn't have happened otherwise. She was another man's wife, a child's mother, and perhaps more damning... a jinba, not a human woman. There were men who that meant little to and men who seemed very well aware, for better or largely for worse, and... she had considered Nikolai to belong to the latter.
So what is she supposed to say? Her body answers for her first. A noticeable shudder of desire that makes its way down her long spine. The way her tail twitches, the satchet of potpourri she'd tied to the dock in a futile attempt to hide the musky scent of her season bobbing along with it. His hand is right there on hers, and he's warm, and the little glow of synchrony is enough to potentially reveal how desperate she was.]
You would... ?
[Not just that, but how physically lonely she was in an empty bed she had grown used to sharing with a family, how ashamed that he might be smart enough to guess what she'd been doing before he arrived that made her late-]
Even if... Even if there's no weird powders around... ?
[... That's too specific, but. She thinks he'll know what she means. That there isn't that convenient excuse, something that the whole Gembonded population might encounter and understand as an explanation for a scandal, a sudden tryst.
There's a more important reason she should ask him if he's sure... but it's too far away, tucked into a forgotten corner of her mind that was hazy with Marillan drink and strange handfasting magic. Which left only her reason she shouldn't be doing this... but perhaps that reassurance could wait.
Until he answered her. Her fingers twitch on the cup, beneath his hands, betraying how badly she wants to make just the smallest turn of wrist to lace their fingers, enjoy the warmth he's offering... but she manages to hold herself back just enough to not. Not yet. Not until she was sure, no matter how badly she ached.]