[ that is the crux of it. she assumes that it is not uncommon for fae couples, mated or not, to take lovers, together or apart. even if she cannot imagine wanting anyone the way she wants rhys, she can understand the appeal of taking other lovers. once rhys had teased her with the possibility of bringing another into their bed and the idea had excited, not repulsed. perhaps with time and a conversation or two, it's something she would have been comfortable with, if the right partner had come along. ]
You didn't lead me to believe that-- [ she murmurs softly. it was her own insecurity, her own inexperience with love and the mating bond and to be honest, sex. while yes, she'd been with two other men in her short life, that didn't mean she had experience in the more complex narratives around intimacy and sex, in the vastly different ways males and females could interact with each other, that was beyond the fairytales and love stories that her sisters read.
a part of her bristles. he's still inside of her and talking about alina, about how alina reminds him of her. would it be better if she was nothing like her? a stranger who could give him something she was not? she supposes that he would not find comfort in that type of person, not when he was feeling empty without her. she fights the urge to push her shields up again, to protect him from that broken, possessive part of herself. Please, I can handle it, too. his words echo in her mind and she keeps herself open. she owes that to him, owes it to him to hear him.]
I won't ask you to abandon her, Rhys. [ because she can hear it in his voice, see it in his eyes, this girl has burrowed her way into his heart and if this girl is anything like her, he's got a place in hers. she knows the male she loves and if he hadn't already fucked her, she means something to him, just by virtue of what she's done for him.
her hands move to wipe at her own eyes, brushing her hair back a little even if her back muscles are screaming at her for the effort. she takes a breath in. strength. she draws up her strength.] I won't forbid you from seeing her, from being with her. I will not be cold towards her, I'll make sure she knows she has nothing to fear from me. And I will stay in the room they assigned me.
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You didn't lead me to believe that-- [ she murmurs softly. it was her own insecurity, her own inexperience with love and the mating bond and to be honest, sex. while yes, she'd been with two other men in her short life, that didn't mean she had experience in the more complex narratives around intimacy and sex, in the vastly different ways males and females could interact with each other, that was beyond the fairytales and love stories that her sisters read.
a part of her bristles. he's still inside of her and talking about alina, about how alina reminds him of her. would it be better if she was nothing like her? a stranger who could give him something she was not? she supposes that he would not find comfort in that type of person, not when he was feeling empty without her. she fights the urge to push her shields up again, to protect him from that broken, possessive part of herself. Please, I can handle it, too. his words echo in her mind and she keeps herself open. she owes that to him, owes it to him to hear him.]
I won't ask you to abandon her, Rhys. [ because she can hear it in his voice, see it in his eyes, this girl has burrowed her way into his heart and if this girl is anything like her, he's got a place in hers. she knows the male she loves and if he hadn't already fucked her, she means something to him, just by virtue of what she's done for him.
her hands move to wipe at her own eyes, brushing her hair back a little even if her back muscles are screaming at her for the effort. she takes a breath in. strength. she draws up her strength.] I won't forbid you from seeing her, from being with her. I will not be cold towards her, I'll make sure she knows she has nothing to fear from me. And I will stay in the room they assigned me.