[ Every touch is light and grazing. He wants to reach up and snatch her hands as they continue to soothe and fret. Instead his fingers curl into themselves as he continues to watch her, head turning which way as she sets his hair and lets it go.
It is not what he meant, and perhaps it is better that way that is the taking she has to his words. It's not the first time she has caught him or even Aegon. He can recall those moments of her voice echoing down the hall as she lashed out in disdain. What had he been doing to evoke that. When he had held her gaze while pleasuring himself and now she sits and twirls his hair. Tells him it's okay. When he knows it could be condemned. The only answer would be is she does not want to condemn him, or perhaps she doesn't want to condemn herself. ]
Temptation is what tests the spirit, isn't that what our faith teaches us? [ He wonders without looking up from from her lips. Gaze dropping into the space between them where the tips of his fingers shift along the cool fabric of her skirts that lay flush against his leg.
The way he speaks of it is depreciative, gentle edges of cynicism. Having been raised in the faith and made to behave under it, but it did not control him entirely in the way it might control her. It is not the faith that truly guides him, it's the consequences brought by those who believe in it.
He looks up at her again, fingers still idling. His sin is not divulging into pleasure, it is thinking of her as he does it.] Is it so wrong to give in to temptation if it hurts no one?
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It is not what he meant, and perhaps it is better that way that is the taking she has to his words. It's not the first time she has caught him or even Aegon. He can recall those moments of her voice echoing down the hall as she lashed out in disdain. What had he been doing to evoke that. When he had held her gaze while pleasuring himself and now she sits and twirls his hair. Tells him it's okay. When he knows it could be condemned. The only answer would be is she does not want to condemn him, or perhaps she doesn't want to condemn herself. ]
Temptation is what tests the spirit, isn't that what our faith teaches us? [ He wonders without looking up from from her lips. Gaze dropping into the space between them where the tips of his fingers shift along the cool fabric of her skirts that lay flush against his leg.
The way he speaks of it is depreciative, gentle edges of cynicism. Having been raised in the faith and made to behave under it, but it did not control him entirely in the way it might control her. It is not the faith that truly guides him, it's the consequences brought by those who believe in it.
He looks up at her again, fingers still idling. His sin is not divulging into pleasure, it is thinking of her as he does it.] Is it so wrong to give in to temptation if it hurts no one?