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Things did not go as she'd expected, and she wouldn't change it for the world.
Confusion gave way to surprise and something else at the gentle caressing of her thigh, Callim being the first to touch the young maiden in such a way, and would continue to do so in many ways still.
As he moved upwards, the boy would find that Lilette's hand--fingers twitching at each tracing--were impossibly soft, neither calloused nor scarred no matter her status as a warrior, as if her skin were suspended in a state of eternal renewal. Her arms were, as he observed, different; fiercer. She smiled shyly at his comment, face feeling a little warmer for it.
Only to purse her lips and slowly inhale, unintentionally pressing her flat stomach to his palms.
By the time her jugular veins beat vigorously in his hands the elf had realized she felt less examined and more worshiped, as though he were caressing an icon of faith and she the deity bound within it.
Her breath hitched, and she would bear her throat to him so that he might explore every inch of her slender neck, tilting her head back as her eyes began to drift shut.
Up to this point her skin had been lukewarm and her response controlled, but to touch upon her sensitive ears made the girl shudder so sweetly, and her face was hot in his hands. Soon he knew nearly every inch of her, and to know that he'd fallen for her long before he could grasp her form, that he treasured this moment with such equality, meant more than he could know.
"...as will I..." she whispered frailly.
Lilette took a few slow breaths before her eyes dared open and ran her fingers through her hair before grabbing the last of her chocolates as though it would somehow anchor her to this reality, but left it hovering just short of her quivering lip to give Cassian a sidelong glance.
"art thou alright, Cassian?" she said, concerned.
Confusion gave way to surprise and something else at the gentle caressing of her thigh, Callim being the first to touch the young maiden in such a way, and would continue to do so in many ways still.
As he moved upwards, the boy would find that Lilette's hand--fingers twitching at each tracing--were impossibly soft, neither calloused nor scarred no matter her status as a warrior, as if her skin were suspended in a state of eternal renewal. Her arms were, as he observed, different; fiercer. She smiled shyly at his comment, face feeling a little warmer for it.
Only to purse her lips and slowly inhale, unintentionally pressing her flat stomach to his palms.
By the time her jugular veins beat vigorously in his hands the elf had realized she felt less examined and more worshiped, as though he were caressing an icon of faith and she the deity bound within it.
Her breath hitched, and she would bear her throat to him so that he might explore every inch of her slender neck, tilting her head back as her eyes began to drift shut.
Up to this point her skin had been lukewarm and her response controlled, but to touch upon her sensitive ears made the girl shudder so sweetly, and her face was hot in his hands. Soon he knew nearly every inch of her, and to know that he'd fallen for her long before he could grasp her form, that he treasured this moment with such equality, meant more than he could know.
"...as will I..." she whispered frailly.
Lilette took a few slow breaths before her eyes dared open and ran her fingers through her hair before grabbing the last of her chocolates as though it would somehow anchor her to this reality, but left it hovering just short of her quivering lip to give Cassian a sidelong glance.
"art thou alright, Cassian?" she said, concerned.
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