Sveta was a bit taken back by that look. His words were harsh but she was new at this. Whether or not he realized it she had not once come out of the bools this far. She wasnt use to physical contact of any kind. But she knew he must like it if he disliked her stopping. She only nodded her head keeping her words to herself. She could feel a tightness in her chest as his fingers found her hair. Wincing a bit as he seemed to take control, however she wanted to make up for upsetting him. She was confident in many other things, this was not one of those things. He tugged and she followed. The reddness on her face not dying down. His finger grazed her skin as he pulled on the fabric that covered her.<br/><br/>Panic filled her. She pulled back. "Let me." She muttered softly. The look in her eyes was one he wouldnt see often. She was nervous. She removed her cloak laying it to the side before she let her finger wrap around the bottom of her shirt. Pulling up she paused halfway begore closing her eyes and pulling it overher head. She continued to hold the  shirt in front of her. Bruises scattered across soft skin. Some even from their own tussle. She looked to the bottom of the boat before her tense muscles finally released the shurt to drop down she used her arms to hid before walking forward. Raising those blue eyes to look at him before she pressed her lips to his own.<br/><br/>Her arms slowly moved away and she grabbed onto his arms. She broke the kiss, nervous to be exposed. The warm air only making her feel cold with no clothes. Her nipples hardening against his own bare chest. She wasnt sure what to do next at all.