[She does not like to be defeated, even by herself. Perhaps she could set the matter aside and simply think... It does not need saying. Surely... Surely he knew. When he had first proposed to her that they... that they enter into a relationship, that she accept his feelings... He had given her a list of things he might be for her. Someone to help her along on her journey. A shoulder to cry on. An ear to listen to her complaints. Someone to hunt with, to tend her wounds, to smile with... Someone to love every part of her, who would make sure she knew it.
Someone who would be on her side, no matter what.
And she hadn't promised him anything at all. He hadn't demanded anything, he had not even asked her for anything, beyond her hand in his- just any sign at all that she might accept his feelings, even if she didn't know yet what her own were. The last time he had alluded that all he needed to know was that she felt the same for him as he did for her, in her kitchen, in thei- in her home in Alenroux... She still had not been able to do much beyond asking him to take down her hair.
So she wants... She wants him to know. He deserved to know. So why is she still struggling? Why, even when he sleeps, can she still not get the words out? Other people declared their friends and their lovers as casually as they discussed the weather, while she... she is half-straddling hers in the dark and staring at his face, silent. Slowly, her fingers brush against the things he had offered her. A shoulder, an ear, a hand, a heart...]
Khalid, I love...
[But by the time she reaches his lips, his eyes are open. She blushes, caught leaning over him onto a palm pressed into the futon on the other side of his chest, forelegs curled against his side, and when he asks what she's doing.... Well, he has tended to them enough now that she can't blame it on her heat. ... She didn't need to, anymore, either. So instead, she finds the words to claim she was simply feeling amorous, leaning down for a kiss, and if he detected it as a cover for something else...
Well.
It's not as if he might had noticed by now that there was something odd going on... Right?]
a few days later (once more)
Someone who would be on her side, no matter what.
And she hadn't promised him anything at all. He hadn't demanded anything, he had not even asked her for anything, beyond her hand in his- just any sign at all that she might accept his feelings, even if she didn't know yet what her own were. The last time he had alluded that all he needed to know was that she felt the same for him as he did for her, in her kitchen, in thei- in her home in Alenroux... She still had not been able to do much beyond asking him to take down her hair.
So she wants... She wants him to know. He deserved to know. So why is she still struggling? Why, even when he sleeps, can she still not get the words out? Other people declared their friends and their lovers as casually as they discussed the weather, while she... she is half-straddling hers in the dark and staring at his face, silent. Slowly, her fingers brush against the things he had offered her. A shoulder, an ear, a hand, a heart...]
Khalid, I love...
[But by the time she reaches his lips, his eyes are open. She blushes, caught leaning over him onto a palm pressed into the futon on the other side of his chest, forelegs curled against his side, and when he asks what she's doing.... Well, he has tended to them enough now that she can't blame it on her heat. ... She didn't need to, anymore, either. So instead, she finds the words to claim she was simply feeling amorous, leaning down for a kiss, and if he detected it as a cover for something else...
Well.
It's not as if he might had noticed by now that there was something odd going on... Right?]