This time, Ayatah found herself giggling at his comment. She felt almost drunk with anticipation and excitement. How long had it been since she had been touched by a man? Her skin prickled at the mere thought of it, that distant memory of fingers tracing down her spine and kisses down her neck. Utterly irresistible. She had waited too long, denying herself the simple pleasure of intimacy with a man for three, maybe even four years. And what had it gained her? Nothing but frustration.
The male's self-confidence in his own... skill as a companion only made Ayatah more eager to drag him back to her home. She could barely wait another chime, let alone another round of their sparring. Hastily Aya swiped away several loose strands of her hair out from her face. Once again she was getting ahead of herself, imaging those cold nights ahead spent in Skyard's arms. No, she could not allow herself to fall into that imagery future with a man she had yet to have a normal conversation with. She had a job, a son, to think about.
A pang of guilt gnawed at her stomach and Ayatah winced slightly. Kuame. The most important person in his life and he had slipped her mind just like that. She tried to ignore the sneering little voices in the back of her mind that told her: see? What a terrible mother you are. What Ayatah was doing, what she desperately wanted to do with this pale-skinned stranger, was perfectly acceptable.
And if their romance ended as soon as it started, what had she lost? Nothing.
But then again...
That hopeful, minute romantic part of Ayatah's mind that refused to give up on the endless possibilities this man might bring to her life. Attraction such as this didn't cross her path every day, or indeed at all. That surely must mean something. Maybe this man had been sent to her to unlock that deliriously happy future she had always craved. Marriage, love, kisses, laughter.
But all thoughts - the guilty, the hopeful and even the erotic - were pushed out of her mind when Ayatah felt the force of her companion's shoulder against her. He was closer now than before, and she could truly marvel at the gentle swell of his bottom lip. How she wanted to kiss those lips! When Aya tried to step away from his closeness - the warmth from his body was almost too much for her - her foot bumped against his own. This simple obstacle almost knocked the Myrian backwards, and all she could was reach out, grab onto his front and hope for the best. As she held on to him, Ayatah once again found herself laughing breathlessly. "Well. I'm certainly pleased to meet you." She said quietly, chuckling to herself.
The male's self-confidence in his own... skill as a companion only made Ayatah more eager to drag him back to her home. She could barely wait another chime, let alone another round of their sparring. Hastily Aya swiped away several loose strands of her hair out from her face. Once again she was getting ahead of herself, imaging those cold nights ahead spent in Skyard's arms. No, she could not allow herself to fall into that imagery future with a man she had yet to have a normal conversation with. She had a job, a son, to think about.
A pang of guilt gnawed at her stomach and Ayatah winced slightly. Kuame. The most important person in his life and he had slipped her mind just like that. She tried to ignore the sneering little voices in the back of her mind that told her: see? What a terrible mother you are. What Ayatah was doing, what she desperately wanted to do with this pale-skinned stranger, was perfectly acceptable.
And if their romance ended as soon as it started, what had she lost? Nothing.
But then again...
That hopeful, minute romantic part of Ayatah's mind that refused to give up on the endless possibilities this man might bring to her life. Attraction such as this didn't cross her path every day, or indeed at all. That surely must mean something. Maybe this man had been sent to her to unlock that deliriously happy future she had always craved. Marriage, love, kisses, laughter.
But all thoughts - the guilty, the hopeful and even the erotic - were pushed out of her mind when Ayatah felt the force of her companion's shoulder against her. He was closer now than before, and she could truly marvel at the gentle swell of his bottom lip. How she wanted to kiss those lips! When Aya tried to step away from his closeness - the warmth from his body was almost too much for her - her foot bumped against his own. This simple obstacle almost knocked the Myrian backwards, and all she could was reach out, grab onto his front and hope for the best. As she held on to him, Ayatah once again found herself laughing breathlessly. "Well. I'm certainly pleased to meet you." She said quietly, chuckling to herself.