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Had Fotios known for certain the thoughts going through the young princess's mind he might have congratulated himself on a job well executed. For her to be concerned whether she had misread the signals and signs between the two of them; their body language, their shared glances, the implied intimacy in certain words or phrases - meant that he had walked the line perfectly. He needed, until the moment when he knew whether she would respond to him or not, needed to be able to contradict any allegations of deliberate seduction; needed to be able to hide his intentions beneath veneers of professional propriety and innocent friendliness. Her doubts upon his reactions to her first initiation of a kiss were proof that he had walked that ambiguous line carefully and with effective accuracy.
Her reactions when they parted told him all of this as clearly as if he could read her mind, for why would she make apologies if she was confident in his own initiation and tempting of her over the last few weeks? Her words were cut off, however, by his reinitiating of the kiss that now turned far more mutual. No longer the stoic resister, Fotios allowed himself to play the stoic man tempted beyond reason by the beautiful young woman and engaged with her as he had not before. His hands came up to brush at her face, his fingers sinking into the thickness of her hair, his mouth claiming hers like a brand. His teeth nipped at the fullness of her lower lip, his tongue tempted her along the crease of her mouth but never forced its way inside. He had to leave her wanting of something now that they had breached this step in their relationship. Instead of turning the kiss to a higher level of passion, Fotios focused on melding it into a temptation. He touched and caressed, moulded and eased, he gave her pressure and then gentle softness, one angle and then a different tilt to their connection, keeping her surprised and guessing the entire time and hinting at all the elements there were to so simple a thing as a kiss. All the facets that she did not know, but had the opportunity to learn... with him.
Upon exposing her to just such moments of seduction and passion, without ever allowing the kiss to delve into them completely, Fotios suddenly broke their connection,
His hands, which had been stroking against the back of her head and massaging her nape of her neck, tangling in the tresses of her hair, now moved back to her face, his palms holding possessively against the sides of her face.
He found himself breathing heavily from their moment of passion, his forehead resting against hers for a moment before he squeezed his eyes shut and stood up a little straighter, his hands never leaving her face. He opened his eyes to stare down at her with a gaze full of wanting but tinged with pain.
"I should not have done that." He commented, his voice husky from their moment of lovemaking, his lips parting on his breath. He seemed to shake his head just a little. "But I cannot bring myself to apologise." He winced, as he allowed one of his hands to drop away. "Yet, I still wish you to forgive me all the same..." The expression Fotios offered her then was one of such conflict it stifled anything else it looked like he might be about to say...
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Had Fotios known for certain the thoughts going through the young princess's mind he might have congratulated himself on a job well executed. For her to be concerned whether she had misread the signals and signs between the two of them; their body language, their shared glances, the implied intimacy in certain words or phrases - meant that he had walked the line perfectly. He needed, until the moment when he knew whether she would respond to him or not, needed to be able to contradict any allegations of deliberate seduction; needed to be able to hide his intentions beneath veneers of professional propriety and innocent friendliness. Her doubts upon his reactions to her first initiation of a kiss were proof that he had walked that ambiguous line carefully and with effective accuracy.
Her reactions when they parted told him all of this as clearly as if he could read her mind, for why would she make apologies if she was confident in his own initiation and tempting of her over the last few weeks? Her words were cut off, however, by his reinitiating of the kiss that now turned far more mutual. No longer the stoic resister, Fotios allowed himself to play the stoic man tempted beyond reason by the beautiful young woman and engaged with her as he had not before. His hands came up to brush at her face, his fingers sinking into the thickness of her hair, his mouth claiming hers like a brand. His teeth nipped at the fullness of her lower lip, his tongue tempted her along the crease of her mouth but never forced its way inside. He had to leave her wanting of something now that they had breached this step in their relationship. Instead of turning the kiss to a higher level of passion, Fotios focused on melding it into a temptation. He touched and caressed, moulded and eased, he gave her pressure and then gentle softness, one angle and then a different tilt to their connection, keeping her surprised and guessing the entire time and hinting at all the elements there were to so simple a thing as a kiss. All the facets that she did not know, but had the opportunity to learn... with him.
Upon exposing her to just such moments of seduction and passion, without ever allowing the kiss to delve into them completely, Fotios suddenly broke their connection,
His hands, which had been stroking against the back of her head and massaging her nape of her neck, tangling in the tresses of her hair, now moved back to her face, his palms holding possessively against the sides of her face.
He found himself breathing heavily from their moment of passion, his forehead resting against hers for a moment before he squeezed his eyes shut and stood up a little straighter, his hands never leaving her face. He opened his eyes to stare down at her with a gaze full of wanting but tinged with pain.
"I should not have done that." He commented, his voice husky from their moment of lovemaking, his lips parting on his breath. He seemed to shake his head just a little. "But I cannot bring myself to apologise." He winced, as he allowed one of his hands to drop away. "Yet, I still wish you to forgive me all the same..." The expression Fotios offered her then was one of such conflict it stifled anything else it looked like he might be about to say...
Had Fotios known for certain the thoughts going through the young princess's mind he might have congratulated himself on a job well executed. For her to be concerned whether she had misread the signals and signs between the two of them; their body language, their shared glances, the implied intimacy in certain words or phrases - meant that he had walked the line perfectly. He needed, until the moment when he knew whether she would respond to him or not, needed to be able to contradict any allegations of deliberate seduction; needed to be able to hide his intentions beneath veneers of professional propriety and innocent friendliness. Her doubts upon his reactions to her first initiation of a kiss were proof that he had walked that ambiguous line carefully and with effective accuracy.
Her reactions when they parted told him all of this as clearly as if he could read her mind, for why would she make apologies if she was confident in his own initiation and tempting of her over the last few weeks? Her words were cut off, however, by his reinitiating of the kiss that now turned far more mutual. No longer the stoic resister, Fotios allowed himself to play the stoic man tempted beyond reason by the beautiful young woman and engaged with her as he had not before. His hands came up to brush at her face, his fingers sinking into the thickness of her hair, his mouth claiming hers like a brand. His teeth nipped at the fullness of her lower lip, his tongue tempted her along the crease of her mouth but never forced its way inside. He had to leave her wanting of something now that they had breached this step in their relationship. Instead of turning the kiss to a higher level of passion, Fotios focused on melding it into a temptation. He touched and caressed, moulded and eased, he gave her pressure and then gentle softness, one angle and then a different tilt to their connection, keeping her surprised and guessing the entire time and hinting at all the elements there were to so simple a thing as a kiss. All the facets that she did not know, but had the opportunity to learn... with him.
Upon exposing her to just such moments of seduction and passion, without ever allowing the kiss to delve into them completely, Fotios suddenly broke their connection,
His hands, which had been stroking against the back of her head and massaging her nape of her neck, tangling in the tresses of her hair, now moved back to her face, his palms holding possessively against the sides of her face.
He found himself breathing heavily from their moment of passion, his forehead resting against hers for a moment before he squeezed his eyes shut and stood up a little straighter, his hands never leaving her face. He opened his eyes to stare down at her with a gaze full of wanting but tinged with pain.
"I should not have done that." He commented, his voice husky from their moment of lovemaking, his lips parting on his breath. He seemed to shake his head just a little. "But I cannot bring myself to apologise." He winced, as he allowed one of his hands to drop away. "Yet, I still wish you to forgive me all the same..." The expression Fotios offered her then was one of such conflict it stifled anything else it looked like he might be about to say...
Xene had kissed boys in the past. Often in a quick moment of curiosity, or, in Lord Iason's case, because he had asked her to. Xene had never kissed a boy, let alone a man, with affection in her heart. There had never really been any sort of foundation built in the past to leave her feeling anything but sated, both in desire and curiosity, with no desire to go any further.
This, though. This simmering connection, bubbling desire that she had felt in the moment... it only deepened a desire she had thought might be sated by acting on her emotions. The spontaneity did nothing to fulfill her as she thought it might have. Because Fotios kissed her in a way that didn't allow her to either regret or seek fulfillment. His lips against hers, his fingers in her hair and against her skin only made the curiosity and want burn that much hotter. The heat licked at her spine and the princess found herself melting into him in a way that felt entirely natural and right.
So she hadn't been crazy. She hadn't. Her instinct had been correct because his lips were still on hers, his breath was sharp and all signs of his stoic, conservative nature seemed to dissolve with each brush of his lips against hers.
The use fo his teeth to nip at her had her instinctively arching more into him, wondering if he'd do it again and how she might react a second time to the soft twinge of pain and excitement that the action had left. It was the easiest thing in the world to lose herself. To forget herself, her station, and her sense of propriety. But just as quickly as he had kissed her, tempted her, left her unyieldingly dizzy and wanting, he was gone. His lips removed from hers but his hands remained on her skin, in her hair. Fotios rested his forehead against hers and her blue gaze lifted to his face instead of staring dazed and hazily at his chest.
The look in his eye, the wanting and pain, only served to make her breath catch in Xene's throat and she had to swallow it. Something in her did not want him to see how easily had affected her. How easily he had broken down all of the barriers she had spent the last few days building up to keep him out. It was her own forbidden desire, her inability to keep her hands to herself, that had brought them to this moment.
And then all at once, Xene felt reality crashing down around them. Suddenly, the princess felt far too exposed, far too open, far too vulnerable. Even with the one man that she had come to trust above most others, Xene felt raw and insecure.
And she should not have done this.
It was she who should have been asking forgiveness, apologizing. Not Lord Fotios. Because it was not his fault that she had tempted him to this point. To this point over the line they had both drawn that was now impossible to return to.
Conflicted and somewhat speechless, Xene stared up into Fotios' face for the longest moment. The words she wanted to say weren't coming and the princess found herself backing away, breaking out of his grasp. Blue eyes glanced wildly about her, landing on her mare. The ache in her ankle was all but forgotten, the pain and shame she felt in her chest much more prominent in that moment. A wound of the heart was often more painful than one of the body.
"No," Xene was shaking her golden curls, swallowing once more. "It is I who wish for you to forgive me. I... you..." the years of training herself to remain impassive and inexpressive in the most stressful of situations was completely lost in the moment. "I should not have acted on such a feeling," she said quietly, her steps taking her backward until she backed gently into the flank of her mare. Turning sharply, Xene was able to pull herself up onto the creature with surprising strength and grace.
Seating herself atop the mare, the woman glanced down toward Fotios only once more. "Please forgive me, Fotios," she said quietly, nudging her mare into a sharp gallop in order to put much needed distance between her and the sinful lord. Embarrassed beyond compare, the princess blinked through the sharp sting of tears that had suddenly flowed unrestrained down her cheeks as she headed back across Leventi lands toward her carriage and toward the Palati.
More than anything, Xene was an absolute idiot. Absolutely shameful. The princess cursed herself for not remaining restrained and proper in the presence of a married lord. Having wounded herself beyond repair, the young woman desperately sought escape and redemption and forgiveness.
Tonight she would pray for such things. Tonight she would pray for Hera to save her from her mistakes.
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Xene had kissed boys in the past. Often in a quick moment of curiosity, or, in Lord Iason's case, because he had asked her to. Xene had never kissed a boy, let alone a man, with affection in her heart. There had never really been any sort of foundation built in the past to leave her feeling anything but sated, both in desire and curiosity, with no desire to go any further.
This, though. This simmering connection, bubbling desire that she had felt in the moment... it only deepened a desire she had thought might be sated by acting on her emotions. The spontaneity did nothing to fulfill her as she thought it might have. Because Fotios kissed her in a way that didn't allow her to either regret or seek fulfillment. His lips against hers, his fingers in her hair and against her skin only made the curiosity and want burn that much hotter. The heat licked at her spine and the princess found herself melting into him in a way that felt entirely natural and right.
So she hadn't been crazy. She hadn't. Her instinct had been correct because his lips were still on hers, his breath was sharp and all signs of his stoic, conservative nature seemed to dissolve with each brush of his lips against hers.
The use fo his teeth to nip at her had her instinctively arching more into him, wondering if he'd do it again and how she might react a second time to the soft twinge of pain and excitement that the action had left. It was the easiest thing in the world to lose herself. To forget herself, her station, and her sense of propriety. But just as quickly as he had kissed her, tempted her, left her unyieldingly dizzy and wanting, he was gone. His lips removed from hers but his hands remained on her skin, in her hair. Fotios rested his forehead against hers and her blue gaze lifted to his face instead of staring dazed and hazily at his chest.
The look in his eye, the wanting and pain, only served to make her breath catch in Xene's throat and she had to swallow it. Something in her did not want him to see how easily had affected her. How easily he had broken down all of the barriers she had spent the last few days building up to keep him out. It was her own forbidden desire, her inability to keep her hands to herself, that had brought them to this moment.
And then all at once, Xene felt reality crashing down around them. Suddenly, the princess felt far too exposed, far too open, far too vulnerable. Even with the one man that she had come to trust above most others, Xene felt raw and insecure.
And she should not have done this.
It was she who should have been asking forgiveness, apologizing. Not Lord Fotios. Because it was not his fault that she had tempted him to this point. To this point over the line they had both drawn that was now impossible to return to.
Conflicted and somewhat speechless, Xene stared up into Fotios' face for the longest moment. The words she wanted to say weren't coming and the princess found herself backing away, breaking out of his grasp. Blue eyes glanced wildly about her, landing on her mare. The ache in her ankle was all but forgotten, the pain and shame she felt in her chest much more prominent in that moment. A wound of the heart was often more painful than one of the body.
"No," Xene was shaking her golden curls, swallowing once more. "It is I who wish for you to forgive me. I... you..." the years of training herself to remain impassive and inexpressive in the most stressful of situations was completely lost in the moment. "I should not have acted on such a feeling," she said quietly, her steps taking her backward until she backed gently into the flank of her mare. Turning sharply, Xene was able to pull herself up onto the creature with surprising strength and grace.
Seating herself atop the mare, the woman glanced down toward Fotios only once more. "Please forgive me, Fotios," she said quietly, nudging her mare into a sharp gallop in order to put much needed distance between her and the sinful lord. Embarrassed beyond compare, the princess blinked through the sharp sting of tears that had suddenly flowed unrestrained down her cheeks as she headed back across Leventi lands toward her carriage and toward the Palati.
More than anything, Xene was an absolute idiot. Absolutely shameful. The princess cursed herself for not remaining restrained and proper in the presence of a married lord. Having wounded herself beyond repair, the young woman desperately sought escape and redemption and forgiveness.
Tonight she would pray for such things. Tonight she would pray for Hera to save her from her mistakes.
Xene had kissed boys in the past. Often in a quick moment of curiosity, or, in Lord Iason's case, because he had asked her to. Xene had never kissed a boy, let alone a man, with affection in her heart. There had never really been any sort of foundation built in the past to leave her feeling anything but sated, both in desire and curiosity, with no desire to go any further.
This, though. This simmering connection, bubbling desire that she had felt in the moment... it only deepened a desire she had thought might be sated by acting on her emotions. The spontaneity did nothing to fulfill her as she thought it might have. Because Fotios kissed her in a way that didn't allow her to either regret or seek fulfillment. His lips against hers, his fingers in her hair and against her skin only made the curiosity and want burn that much hotter. The heat licked at her spine and the princess found herself melting into him in a way that felt entirely natural and right.
So she hadn't been crazy. She hadn't. Her instinct had been correct because his lips were still on hers, his breath was sharp and all signs of his stoic, conservative nature seemed to dissolve with each brush of his lips against hers.
The use fo his teeth to nip at her had her instinctively arching more into him, wondering if he'd do it again and how she might react a second time to the soft twinge of pain and excitement that the action had left. It was the easiest thing in the world to lose herself. To forget herself, her station, and her sense of propriety. But just as quickly as he had kissed her, tempted her, left her unyieldingly dizzy and wanting, he was gone. His lips removed from hers but his hands remained on her skin, in her hair. Fotios rested his forehead against hers and her blue gaze lifted to his face instead of staring dazed and hazily at his chest.
The look in his eye, the wanting and pain, only served to make her breath catch in Xene's throat and she had to swallow it. Something in her did not want him to see how easily had affected her. How easily he had broken down all of the barriers she had spent the last few days building up to keep him out. It was her own forbidden desire, her inability to keep her hands to herself, that had brought them to this moment.
And then all at once, Xene felt reality crashing down around them. Suddenly, the princess felt far too exposed, far too open, far too vulnerable. Even with the one man that she had come to trust above most others, Xene felt raw and insecure.
And she should not have done this.
It was she who should have been asking forgiveness, apologizing. Not Lord Fotios. Because it was not his fault that she had tempted him to this point. To this point over the line they had both drawn that was now impossible to return to.
Conflicted and somewhat speechless, Xene stared up into Fotios' face for the longest moment. The words she wanted to say weren't coming and the princess found herself backing away, breaking out of his grasp. Blue eyes glanced wildly about her, landing on her mare. The ache in her ankle was all but forgotten, the pain and shame she felt in her chest much more prominent in that moment. A wound of the heart was often more painful than one of the body.
"No," Xene was shaking her golden curls, swallowing once more. "It is I who wish for you to forgive me. I... you..." the years of training herself to remain impassive and inexpressive in the most stressful of situations was completely lost in the moment. "I should not have acted on such a feeling," she said quietly, her steps taking her backward until she backed gently into the flank of her mare. Turning sharply, Xene was able to pull herself up onto the creature with surprising strength and grace.
Seating herself atop the mare, the woman glanced down toward Fotios only once more. "Please forgive me, Fotios," she said quietly, nudging her mare into a sharp gallop in order to put much needed distance between her and the sinful lord. Embarrassed beyond compare, the princess blinked through the sharp sting of tears that had suddenly flowed unrestrained down her cheeks as she headed back across Leventi lands toward her carriage and toward the Palati.
More than anything, Xene was an absolute idiot. Absolutely shameful. The princess cursed herself for not remaining restrained and proper in the presence of a married lord. Having wounded herself beyond repair, the young woman desperately sought escape and redemption and forgiveness.
Tonight she would pray for such things. Tonight she would pray for Hera to save her from her mistakes.