She had expected him to tell her that she was crazy.  Perhaps that was a product of the way Blackvayne so often spoke with her.  He was not really the sort for tenderness either, if he did not like an idea that Vara proposed, he let her know about it and belittled her for not anticipating how asinine he thought the idea was.  She leaned into his touch as his hands moved over her body, eyes pressing closed so she could fully enjoy the sensation.  He was right, there were a lot of variables that made it clear this was not the best option they had.  Or at least, the best option he had.  He could still go back to his life.<br/><br/>“There are still packs that take in strays or lone wolves.  I’ve heard their far north of here, where the lands are cold and the nights are dark, but still.  We could go north, prove that we would be useful to one of those packs.  We’re both survivors, we have skills.”  She said, her eyes opening as her hands went to the hem of his shirt.  Maybe she should have dropped the conversation at hand and focused on the fact that there were too many clothes between them, but both needs seemed rather urgent.  She pulled the hem upwards, until she freed it of his body and then she tossed it aside.  Vara did the same with her own shirt, pulling it off so he had nearly full access to her torso and breasts.<br/><br/>Her undergarments were products of the old world, well-designed, but black and feminine.  It was something Blackvayne liked, he had collected many pieces from the old world for his harem and guards to wear.  Vara had to admit, she liked the way the pieces looked on her body, the way they flattered her figure.<br/><br/>Before Geraint could answer her suggestion, her lips again recaptured his, as her hands settled onto his thighs and slid upward toward his waistline.  Though the kiss was desperate and needy, there was still an element of care there as her mouth moved against his.  It had not really been like this with the others she had deigned to dally with.  It was more than just the need to fuck, she wanted to fuck him.  Vara wanted to know what it was like to feel his body against hers, his hands in her hair, his grip on her neck, back, thighs...Everywhere.  She wondered what his face looked like when he hit the peak of his pleasure.  Was it peaceful?  Or hard and heavy? Those thoughts filled her mind as she shimmied her way out of her pants, allowing them to fall to the floor in a puddle beneath her.