[It's been so long since someone's touched her, since she's allowed someone to be this close. It's both frightening and exhilarating, a tremble sliding up her spine, but she stays close and enjoys the feeling of warm hands on her hips, lips against her throat, and a deep voice by her ear. She exhales, the sound coupled with her voice, and her hands grip his shoulders tightly for a moment.
She needs some grounding before she drowns in sensations.]
Marian.
[She says it so abruptly that she has to clear her throat and try again, pulling away briefly so she can look him in the eye.]
My name is Marian.
[It's been years since she's given her first name away so freely. No one has called her that since her mother died. The privilege is a high one, trust given freely, and it forces her to swallow in some discomfort. She's given a part of herself to him now and she can't deny it, no matter how she may wish to at a later date.
Instead of lapsing into silence and uncertainty, Hawke takes his hand instead. Her smile is small but confident.]
Maybe we should take this elsewhere. My room, perhaps?
[Where he can continue to speak lowly to her, to touch her, to kiss her. And she can reciprocate openly.]
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She needs some grounding before she drowns in sensations.]
Marian.
[She says it so abruptly that she has to clear her throat and try again, pulling away briefly so she can look him in the eye.]
My name is Marian.
[It's been years since she's given her first name away so freely. No one has called her that since her mother died. The privilege is a high one, trust given freely, and it forces her to swallow in some discomfort. She's given a part of herself to him now and she can't deny it, no matter how she may wish to at a later date.
Instead of lapsing into silence and uncertainty, Hawke takes his hand instead. Her smile is small but confident.]
Maybe we should take this elsewhere. My room, perhaps?
[Where he can continue to speak lowly to her, to touch her, to kiss her. And she can reciprocate openly.]