banned for that vest.
no.
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it's God!~
it's God!~
With another warm smile towards her unnamed new friend, Rose downed the rest of her cider & slid off of her stool. She helped him to his feet & dragged him out of the bar, her buzz quieting a bit as the cool night air hit her face. Feeling more alert, Rose gently guided the young man back to the hotel & up to his room.
"Will you be okay now?" Rose asked a bit worriedly as he fumbled with his room key.
"Will you be okay now?" Rose asked a bit worriedly as he fumbled with his room key.
awesome.
i'm glad stuff is pulling together.
:D
i'm glad stuff is pulling together.
:D
Ellanor had figured she would get the kiss over with so she could move on with the conversation unaffected, but the moment Marken actually pressed their lips together, she forgot to breathe and grew completely rigid, her eyes wide open. This kissing business was much more pleasant than she had anticipated, forcing her to relax and become giddy at the same time. Her heartbeat became just as erratic, pounding wildly against Marken's chest as she willingly leaned into his kiss more.
The woman hadn't even realized that she had stopped breathing completely until the two pulled back a little and she exhaled and then gasped in more air. After breathing normally for a few moments, she closed her eyes and kissed Marken a bit more properly. She realized that she was allowed to breathe when she felt the air from his nose lightly tickling her face and copied him, now able to enjoy the feel of their mouths moving against each other more coherently now that her brain was getting oxygen. Finally, Ellanor had her fill of experimentally rubbing her lips against Marken's and allowed herself to pull back, her expression completely dazed as she looked up into his face.
She stayed like that until she sobered up, begrudgingly pulling herself from the prince's arms and walking with unsteady legs to the other side of the plush loveseat. She made sure to keep her face turned away and her body leaned back against it as she composed herself. No, no, no, no, this was very bad. There was no denying that she was attracted to the prince now, so she'd have to be more careful. She hadn't expected Marken to be so gentle with her, and good at it. If she wasn't careful, she was going to end up shooting herself in the foot.
"D-do you think that was acceptable?" Ellanor murmured as her heart began to ease its pounding. Half of her wanted Marken to tell her they needed more practice, and she mentally kicked herself when she thought it. No, she couldn't foster such thoughts in her mind. They were using each other, and then Marken would leave her. Odd; it hurt a little when she thought of him leaving, rather than rationalizing their separation.
The woman hadn't even realized that she had stopped breathing completely until the two pulled back a little and she exhaled and then gasped in more air. After breathing normally for a few moments, she closed her eyes and kissed Marken a bit more properly. She realized that she was allowed to breathe when she felt the air from his nose lightly tickling her face and copied him, now able to enjoy the feel of their mouths moving against each other more coherently now that her brain was getting oxygen. Finally, Ellanor had her fill of experimentally rubbing her lips against Marken's and allowed herself to pull back, her expression completely dazed as she looked up into his face.
She stayed like that until she sobered up, begrudgingly pulling herself from the prince's arms and walking with unsteady legs to the other side of the plush loveseat. She made sure to keep her face turned away and her body leaned back against it as she composed herself. No, no, no, no, this was very bad. There was no denying that she was attracted to the prince now, so she'd have to be more careful. She hadn't expected Marken to be so gentle with her, and good at it. If she wasn't careful, she was going to end up shooting herself in the foot.
"D-do you think that was acceptable?" Ellanor murmured as her heart began to ease its pounding. Half of her wanted Marken to tell her they needed more practice, and she mentally kicked herself when she thought it. No, she couldn't foster such thoughts in her mind. They were using each other, and then Marken would leave her. Odd; it hurt a little when she thought of him leaving, rather than rationalizing their separation.
"The longer you let me stay, the more I won't want to go," Rose admitted softly. She could feel the room automatically fill with discomfort at her words, but she felt it was important to be completely honest right now. If Fenrir allowed her to stay here with her granny, she'd eventually begin to hope that he'd just leave her here & not come back. Then it would hurt more when she actually left.
"I'd like to move away within the week, if possible," Rose mumbled before biting into her breakfast. Willow shifted in her seat uncomfortably, placing her hand on Rose's arm.
"Rose, you don't need yo force yourself to-"
"But I do," Rose insisted, "We've already married, Granny. As much as I would like to ignore the truth, it means that we have to get to know each other in an odd order. I can't just pretend that we have no obligation as we court this year."
Willow frowned again, knowing Rose was right, but at the same time, felt uneasy. Rose was naive & didn't realize what a man & woman sharing a home really meant. It already took couples much self-control to remain abstinent, & this couple here was already married. Willow's biggest worry at that moment was that Rose was going to rush herself & become overwhelmed by a man who already ha experience in life.
"Granny, I'll be okay," Rose told the old woman with a warm smile. Willow nodded, a little relieved that Rose's spirits seemed to be lifting now before looking to Fenrir, seeing if he would agree to Rose's decision. After all, he knew the sensations of being in a physical relationship; it was probably going to be harder on him to hold back.
"I'd like to move away within the week, if possible," Rose mumbled before biting into her breakfast. Willow shifted in her seat uncomfortably, placing her hand on Rose's arm.
"Rose, you don't need yo force yourself to-"
"But I do," Rose insisted, "We've already married, Granny. As much as I would like to ignore the truth, it means that we have to get to know each other in an odd order. I can't just pretend that we have no obligation as we court this year."
Willow frowned again, knowing Rose was right, but at the same time, felt uneasy. Rose was naive & didn't realize what a man & woman sharing a home really meant. It already took couples much self-control to remain abstinent, & this couple here was already married. Willow's biggest worry at that moment was that Rose was going to rush herself & become overwhelmed by a man who already ha experience in life.
"Granny, I'll be okay," Rose told the old woman with a warm smile. Willow nodded, a little relieved that Rose's spirits seemed to be lifting now before looking to Fenrir, seeing if he would agree to Rose's decision. After all, he knew the sensations of being in a physical relationship; it was probably going to be harder on him to hold back.
To Ellanor's surprise, the feeling of Marken's arms wrapped around her was oddly therapeutic and calming. And when he told her it would be "fine," she felt her stress easing away, like ice melting. Soon, Ellanor felt less overwhelmed and looked up at Marken, not fully comprehending how vulnerable she looked yet, simply because she really was vulnerable at the moment. She had to at least know that the man who would kiss her first didn't detest her very existence.
"You don't hate me, do you?" Ellanor asked softly, her voice more pleading than she intended it to be. As Ellanor awaited Marken's answer, her hands clung tighter to his coat and she leaned in hesitantly and closed the distance between them. She held in her breath and brought her face closer to his as she rose to the tip of her toes, her weight pressing on him a bit more.
Ellanor could feel herself getting dizzy as her heartbeat began to speed up, hearing it pounding away in her ears now. Was this a normal reaction to being close to someone else?
"You don't hate me, do you?" Ellanor asked softly, her voice more pleading than she intended it to be. As Ellanor awaited Marken's answer, her hands clung tighter to his coat and she leaned in hesitantly and closed the distance between them. She held in her breath and brought her face closer to his as she rose to the tip of her toes, her weight pressing on him a bit more.
Ellanor could feel herself getting dizzy as her heartbeat began to speed up, hearing it pounding away in her ears now. Was this a normal reaction to being close to someone else?
"Don't get ahead of yourself," Ellanor huffed. Hesitantly, she accepted Marken's outstretched hand and stood, her heart fluttering in her chest for a moment as their bare fingers touched. Goodness, he was actually pretty tall up close. Were all men so intimidating?
"You are using me as well, remember?" Ellanor reminded the prince, "You act as though I'm the only one with a hidden agenda. At least you got to choose who your first kiss went to." Ellanor looked a little forlorn as she stood in front of Marken now, her hands reaching up to hold onto the front of his dress coat for stable footing.
"I'd hoped that my first kiss came from someone who loved me," she admitted softly, "But instead, I'm practicing how to perform a convincing wedding kiss, with a man who doesn't even like me... I'm sure you can understand why I am hesitant right now."
Lord help her, she felt like crying now. Ellanor buried her face into Marken's chest without warning as she willed away the wetness in her eyes, refusing to cry in front of the man who was now her fiancé, more or less. Why was she being such a hormonal mess, anyway? It was just a simple kiss or two, nothing that should matter very much.
"You are using me as well, remember?" Ellanor reminded the prince, "You act as though I'm the only one with a hidden agenda. At least you got to choose who your first kiss went to." Ellanor looked a little forlorn as she stood in front of Marken now, her hands reaching up to hold onto the front of his dress coat for stable footing.
"I'd hoped that my first kiss came from someone who loved me," she admitted softly, "But instead, I'm practicing how to perform a convincing wedding kiss, with a man who doesn't even like me... I'm sure you can understand why I am hesitant right now."
Lord help her, she felt like crying now. Ellanor buried her face into Marken's chest without warning as she willed away the wetness in her eyes, refusing to cry in front of the man who was now her fiancé, more or less. Why was she being such a hormonal mess, anyway? It was just a simple kiss or two, nothing that should matter very much.
Ellanor felt a little sting a Marken said he'd kissed someone before, feeling as though she'd been beaten at a game of some sorts. Of course he'd had a kiss, he was a prince. Women probably threw themselves at his feet constantly, and he had an easy pick of who was among the willing. No wonder he'd picked her as his fake wife; she was a woman who would walk away from him willingly. Forcing her body to be still, Ellanor sat again, sinking into her chair to keep from standing again.
The young woman groaned, leaning forward and burying her face into hands. There was no way she was going to be able to kiss a man she'd never touched before, especially in front of a whole kingdom. and then Marken would also be holding her hand, hugging her, and she could only guess what else. Just imagining those things made her flush again and feel warm.
"Is it too late to throw me into the dungeon?" Ellanor asked morosely as she slumped back into her seat. Reaching up, she absently touched her fingers to her lips, wondering what a kiss felt like to begin with.
The young woman groaned, leaning forward and burying her face into hands. There was no way she was going to be able to kiss a man she'd never touched before, especially in front of a whole kingdom. and then Marken would also be holding her hand, hugging her, and she could only guess what else. Just imagining those things made her flush again and feel warm.
"Is it too late to throw me into the dungeon?" Ellanor asked morosely as she slumped back into her seat. Reaching up, she absently touched her fingers to her lips, wondering what a kiss felt like to begin with.
Clearly uncomfortable with Marken's announcement, Ellanor went back to her chair, taking her seat again to brace herself. She'd completely forgotten that part. Marken was supposed to be marrying a woman who wasn't royalty, so people would expect them to be rather undisciplined with their affections. Dear God, she was mortified that she was in this situation now. She'd never had to seduce a man before, or met one that she felt romantically attached to.
How would she accomplish that when she barely got through the ball just being nice to Marken? Was he more experienced than her? Because she knew nothing of being close to the masculine sex. Standing, Ellanor began to pace back and forth, practically wearing a hole into Marken's carpet. She knew that her image as a passive, unfeeling woman was shattered for the moment, but her brain was too panicked for her to try to rectify the situation.
"I completely forgot about... that," the female admitted as she paced. Stopping mid-stride, the young woman looked at her partner, her gaze completely serious as her cheeks turned pink.
"Have you ever kissed before?" Ellanor blurted, her hands now clenching the skirts of her dress, creasing the fine material.
How would she accomplish that when she barely got through the ball just being nice to Marken? Was he more experienced than her? Because she knew nothing of being close to the masculine sex. Standing, Ellanor began to pace back and forth, practically wearing a hole into Marken's carpet. She knew that her image as a passive, unfeeling woman was shattered for the moment, but her brain was too panicked for her to try to rectify the situation.
"I completely forgot about... that," the female admitted as she paced. Stopping mid-stride, the young woman looked at her partner, her gaze completely serious as her cheeks turned pink.
"Have you ever kissed before?" Ellanor blurted, her hands now clenching the skirts of her dress, creasing the fine material.
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