[A grin spreads across his face, confident as he takes in the sight of her above him.]
Then this god will do his best to satiate her. [Perhaps he should match her caution, but the challenge has been set and he is determined not to be found wanting.]
[How easy it seems to forget certain things when they are alone together. When he smiles, and says such things, and she cannot help but pull him up with her, to kiss and claim in action and body now that she has somewhat managed in word. Now that he has given her a glimpse into past, that he had chosen her hand. Even if she wasn't heading into heat again... it would inspire her, stoke the fire in her loins that she explores with him, learning intimately each motion and sound as he goes and she follows- and as she learns... begins to lead.
She certainly cannot claim that he did not meet her challenge, even in jest.
It's tempting to simply fall asleep again, the curfew and their faces being known to the Vakdir making it all to easy to remain abed. But the ring is calling to her, though she groans somewhat weakly in protest even as she stretches sweat-streaked muscles and pulls her heavy hair off her neck, panting softly in the aftermath. She wanted-
Perhaps... not too fast. Not too much. Just a little... just a touch. Carefully Hayame extricates her borrowed body from his with a fleeting kiss, slips from the too-warm sheets, and lowers herself to the floor, shivering when bare flesh touches it. (Human bodies... so unprotected.) Hesitates... but then carefully pulls the ring from her finger.
This way... tucking up her hooves and curling on her side, puts her at just the right height to lean her upper body on the mattress. To pillow her head on her arms and watch him, both sets of lungs expanding in slow, even rhythm as she settles back into the form that feels more natural, despite it not being the one that was most natural to be with him. But like this... just maybe.]
[Odinson is almost asleep when the bed dips. Hayame stays or doesn't at her discretion, so Odinson accepts the kiss and extends a hand to caress whatever part of her is in reach in farewell. But then it seems only a moment later when the bed dips again.
Too set on sleep to be surprised, he shifts and moves to welcome her back to bed. If the bed's dipped more than it did before, he won't notice until the morning]
[Despite her intent, her attempts at resolve... Hayame never makes it fully back into his bed that night as jinba. She blames it on logistics in her mind, on not wanting to break the furniture or steal the mattress space after all, for all her earlier boast and bluster, but a part of her knows that... it's more than that. It's the things she'd seen in her own world, age old fears lurking in the back of her mind.
But she shifts until her long mane and tail are spread out in an inky fan across the floor, legs tucked up under her heavy body to create a comfortable angle at which her spine can rest and allow her more human half to rest upon the bed, pulling one of the pillows close for support, nestling into it. One arm stretches out, just until she can slip it around his.
With a long, shaky exhale... she closes her eyes. Tail swishes softly, sleepily, until it stills and she joins him in sleep.]
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Then this god will do his best to satiate her. [Perhaps he should match her caution, but the challenge has been set and he is determined not to be found wanting.]
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She certainly cannot claim that he did not meet her challenge, even in jest.
It's tempting to simply fall asleep again, the curfew and their faces being known to the Vakdir making it all to easy to remain abed. But the ring is calling to her, though she groans somewhat weakly in protest even as she stretches sweat-streaked muscles and pulls her heavy hair off her neck, panting softly in the aftermath. She wanted-
Perhaps... not too fast. Not too much. Just a little... just a touch. Carefully Hayame extricates her borrowed body from his with a fleeting kiss, slips from the too-warm sheets, and lowers herself to the floor, shivering when bare flesh touches it. (Human bodies... so unprotected.) Hesitates... but then carefully pulls the ring from her finger.
This way... tucking up her hooves and curling on her side, puts her at just the right height to lean her upper body on the mattress. To pillow her head on her arms and watch him, both sets of lungs expanding in slow, even rhythm as she settles back into the form that feels more natural, despite it not being the one that was most natural to be with him. But like this... just maybe.]
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Too set on sleep to be surprised, he shifts and moves to welcome her back to bed. If the bed's dipped more than it did before, he won't notice until the morning]
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But she shifts until her long mane and tail are spread out in an inky fan across the floor, legs tucked up under her heavy body to create a comfortable angle at which her spine can rest and allow her more human half to rest upon the bed, pulling one of the pillows close for support, nestling into it. One arm stretches out, just until she can slip it around his.
With a long, shaky exhale... she closes her eyes. Tail swishes softly, sleepily, until it stills and she joins him in sleep.]