Genevieve sat in the silence. She would be as patient as she needed to be for the King's comfort. When his hand came to rest upon her nightgown, Genevieve did not move. Nor did she when a tug brought the neckline down to her expose a shoulder. Her eyes never left his as he untied the ribbons keeping her gown up, loosening and exposing a hint of skin between her breasts. When his own met hers, she could just make out the want, the<span style="font-style: italic">need</span>in his shadowed orbs. They reflected her own.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"I am born of man and fabled creature.”</span>Genevieve's breathing quieted as the King whispered, but came in short, quick breaths. She could not move under his fiery gaze: only sit still, feeling his eyes upon her.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">“It is unclear what I may become..and what is to be of our child.”</span>The King's movements were slow, deliberate. His touch was hot! Her breath remained steady, yet shallow as his hand trailed down her neck, her shoulder, brushing her gown along as he trailed his fingers down her arm. Surprisingly, Genevieve did not blush as his gaze fell to her exposed torso. Her gown pooled at her hips, the sleeves gathered at her wrists.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"I am yet to be defeated in battle...but I have difficulty ...controlling myself.”</span>There was a moment of stillness as the King beheld her. Despite how utterly exposed she was, Genevieve didn't feel nervous, nor anxious. Well she was a little anxious, but for his touch.<br/><br/>And there it was, his hand upon her breast. Her skin prickled as his lips came to kiss the supple flesh and Genevieve sucked in a quiet breath, finally allowing herself a reaction. Closing her eyes, Genevieve relished in the heat of his breath upon her exposed skin. It was wonderful. Her hands came to his head, one tangled into his dark locks, the other cupping the base of his neck.<br/><br/>"And...should you lose control?" Genevieve asked cautiously. Questions were reeling within her, but he made it so hard for her to concentrate on just one. What fabled creature was he speaking of? Was she truly in danger? Surely he would not let her stay if she was. But that also begged the question: would she want to leave?<br/><br/>Her breast heaved under his lips and her body began to heat with a wild desire. Coming here had been a gamble. She knew how their bodies had been reacting to each other, and bringing him here, well this was no surprise. Genevieve had been longing for a private moment with the King ever since their first kiss that very morning.<br/><br/>"I...know it has only been but a few days," Genevieve was rambling. Did she have a habit of rambling when she was a bit nervous? "But I think..I think I'm beginning to," Genevieve paused. Was she beginning to have actual<span style="font-style: italic">feelings</span>for the King?? "To develop..strong emotions for you." There, she had said it. It had been said through panting breaths, but she had said it.<br/><br/>Should she...unclothe him as well? Hesitantly, Genevieve removed her hands from his head and went to his shoulders where she encouraged the King to sit up, so she could begin to untie his own nightclothes at his chest. She was shaking. Was it excitement? Anticipation? "Is..is this alright?" One hand held to a ribbon while the other rest upon his chest. She was studying his face. Genevieve wanted the King to be comfortable, with some sense of control. She did not want to push him where she did not want to he pushed.