Her worries and concerns seemed to feel a bit further away with each moment that passed. She let it all melt out of her, and it surprised Lane how easily the anxiety of it all just fell away. She lifted her arms in a lithe motion, allowing him to remove her shirt. It was so different than he had been the night the before, nothing rough. Lane had not thought him to be a tender man, but she knew that first impressions were unreliable at best. There was an expectation that her feelings of reluctance would resurface, but they didn't. Things with James, they just felt right, and as much as she might want to deny it for lack of a safety net when things inevitably came crashing down, she couldn't. He felt right under her hands and under her hips.<br/><br/>A soft moan escaped her lips as he rolled his hips to meet hers. It was not a mystery that he was hard and wanting, she had known the moment they entered his room where things might end up. Her eyes fluttered closed as she relished the pleasure of the moment, sinking into the feeling of warmth and desire that started to pool within her. When they opened again, she held him in a hazy gaze. There was a curiousness there, as she watched him begin his worship of her body. When his fingers pinched the sensitive flesh of her nipples, she drew in a fast breath, not expecting the sudden sensation.<br/><br/>From there, her movements came as if they were a reflex. When his tongue met the stiff peaks of her breasts, her back arched to meet his wanting mouth. Lane had never really been a woman that enjoyed her breasts being a source of sexual pleasure, but she now realized that may have been due to past partners, men who were much more interested in their own needs than hers. Though James seemed to very much have his own motivations, some misguided and some in earnest, he had not been selfish when their limbs were entangled.<br/><br/>Her hands went to his shoulders, the right hand slid up the arch where his neck met his shoulder, until her fingers slid through the back side of his skull, stroking gently against the flesh there. It was not a sexual move, but it was certainly one of comfort. She'd known men who loved nothing more than the feeling of the tips of a woman's fingers sliding against the top of their spine, into their hair. She could know if James also enjoyed the sensation, but she hoped it was something he also liked.<br/><br/>"And how will you do that?" She said in a hushed tone, referring to his statement about taking his time. He was as quizzical as ever to her, it seemed as if the more information she got about him, the more of a mystery he became. "You have a history filled with demons and witches and all manner of women. I wonder if you've ever had something quite like me, before...." There was a playfulness in her tone, but also a confidence that had not been there before. If Lane were to think about it, something about her newly acquired powers likely played a part in her bolstered self-esteem. She could still feel the power radiating, humming beneath her surface. It was as if she were now the heir to some divine lineage.<br/><br/>It also felt as if it opened so many doors... A new destiny she could not have accessed before.<br/><br/>Her hands moved again, now to cup his cheeks, as she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his. The kiss could have been chaste, were she not topless and so clearly aroused, on top of him. "It's almost ironic, isn't it? The man who refuses to die, making love to the chooser of the slain..." She whispered against his lips. The myths told that well enough, even if the depictions of the Valkyries varied from nearly angelic, to servile, to almost demonic. No matter if they were stalwart maidens or bloodthirsty warriors, the Valkyries selected those who died to live on and fight at Odin's side.