She felt a tingle that was somewhat familiar, but it shifted into something pleasurable almost immediately.  For a moment, her brow furrowed in confusion and she looked at him, only to have his lips meet hers.  And then something else happened.  Something odd, but enjoyable.  Vara could sense his need for her, she could feel that fact that he wished not only to join her in the tub, but to enjoy the mutually carnal pleasure of their naked bodies. Her hands moved over his back, kneading into the muscles there.  Even as her hands moved, she could almost feel the sensation they inspired in him.  It was almost like an echo in her mind.<br/><br/>Whatever experience they were about to share, it was clear it would be heightened for both of them. The reason the beginning had felt familiar was because Blackvayne had tried things like this before.  Pressing against her will, trying to lure her into him.  To an extent, she had been able to block him out.  With Geraint, she had not even tried.<br/><br/>“That’s...different.  It feels...good.”  She said, careful with her words.  It was not like she really needed them, he had to feel what she was experiencing just as she enjoyed what he was feeling.  Vara leaned around and kissed him, hard a deep, tongues dancing as if they both knew the choreography.  She also sensed something past the desire, the smallest remnants of fear over facing Blackvayne.  Those trepidation’s fell away for her, if they were this strongly connected, this easily in tune, that had to mean something.  She did not want to believe that Blackvayne held any sway with that.