[She can feel his hesitation just behind every touch and every kiss. It's not outright like he's stop himself, for he isn't, not when his hands move the expanse of her side, traveling over her nightgown to seek out the heat of her thighs. Rhaenyra spreads her legs enough to give him room to explore, her own hands pulling at his shirt to seek out his own skin.
She tries to pull him down, take her into this void that she is never looking back from. Maybe he knows more, maybe he has reasons, but she does not think it is some sort of morality. She wants him, and there's nothing that's going to stop that, and she is too desperate to just let him pull away this time. The silent 'please' is in every action, the way her hand slides up as she tries to touch whatever is offered to her. It's evident in the way she kisses him again, hungry and begging to not leave her again. She is not a needy person, and certainly if he pulls away, she will do as she's done before, but her want is and has been for him. Her desperation is in wanting him to fill it.
She tries to entice him, to mask the need. It is not a feeling she is used to, but instead brushes her calf up against the side of his leg, hoping he presses in further. She wants that space to close again, hands moving to try and get him to do that. It was easier when she was pressed to him, when she could remind him of what all he could have by physically feeling it. That feels easier and better than the neediness that pulls at her, that she might watch someone else leave again.]
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She tries to pull him down, take her into this void that she is never looking back from. Maybe he knows more, maybe he has reasons, but she does not think it is some sort of morality. She wants him, and there's nothing that's going to stop that, and she is too desperate to just let him pull away this time. The silent 'please' is in every action, the way her hand slides up as she tries to touch whatever is offered to her. It's evident in the way she kisses him again, hungry and begging to not leave her again. She is not a needy person, and certainly if he pulls away, she will do as she's done before, but her want is and has been for him. Her desperation is in wanting him to fill it.
She tries to entice him, to mask the need. It is not a feeling she is used to, but instead brushes her calf up against the side of his leg, hoping he presses in further. She wants that space to close again, hands moving to try and get him to do that. It was easier when she was pressed to him, when she could remind him of what all he could have by physically feeling it. That feels easier and better than the neediness that pulls at her, that she might watch someone else leave again.]