[More than anything... Hayame is lonely, aching to see that smile (feel that smile, against her lips). The only one of her kind in this new group she has reluctantly agreed to serve, lacking the lord who had grounded her and encouraged her to interact with the others and protect them. Afraid of the vastness of space so beyond what her own world could imagine, of being alone for a single night more, cold despite the seasonal heat stirring her loins.
So she chases the warmth of it, all too willingly giving in to the desire for closeness in that pull at her waist, clutches tight and presses up against his chest, kisses desperate to make up for the fact that she has never kissed a man before, even touched a man before. Distracts herself from the undercurrent tremble of something like fear of the thing she has shunned all her life, afraid it would make her less.
But it feels too good, to be held. (And maybe, she could admit- it felt good to be held by this man.)]
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So she chases the warmth of it, all too willingly giving in to the desire for closeness in that pull at her waist, clutches tight and presses up against his chest, kisses desperate to make up for the fact that she has never kissed a man before, even touched a man before. Distracts herself from the undercurrent tremble of something like fear of the thing she has shunned all her life, afraid it would make her less.
But it feels too good, to be held. (And maybe, she could admit- it felt good to be held by this man.)]