<span style="font-style: italic">“I think I am going to the barracks and take a very long cold shower,”</span>Ilia's minds eye flared with images. Ilia turned and faced the open wardrobe, letting out a slow breath.<span style="font-style: italic">“Perhaps I will move my things tomorrow? With your permission of course,” </span><br/><br/>Ilia's breath hitched as she felt Shadow's pleasure through the bond. Her hands held onto the wardrobe doors tightly, her knuckles turning white. Ilia whimpered, her knees growing weak. The fire in her lower extremities growing. His pleasure amplified her own and Ilia was finding it incredibly hard to think. A hand went to her stomach as she attempted to steel herself. Oh light, but the things she wanted to do to him! For him to do to her!<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">“”W-w-what? What was that?? Was that me? or was that you?</span><br/><br/>"Me." She managed to breathe out. Her concentration was beyond her and Ilia couldn't think of a way to give an Aes Sedai answer at the moment. Still facing her wardrobe, Ilia bent slightly, trying to relieve some of her own building pressure. There was a battle within her. On the one hand, there was an insatiable hunger within her, begging for satisfaction. But the other? She was afraid that taking this step would change their dynamic. She had had friends in the past come to her in tears, their lovers leaving them in heartbreak. Shadow wouldn't do that to her. She knew he would not, and yet, she was still afraid.<br/><br/>Hearing his steps hurried her decision and she went into motion, catching him with a thud against a bookcase. She kissed him again. Soft, deliberate. The passion was there, but it was a low fire slowly beginning to build into something bigger. She could feel her body temperature rise, Shadow's as well. "Shadow." She whimpered in the space between their embrace. "I want too..." She moved back to his neck, her breath seeming to condensate on his skin. Her own skin prickling. "I'm..." Ilia found herself unable to admit her fear. Every breath brought a stab of nervousness counter-acted with need.<br/><br/>With one hand tangled in his dark locks, the other drifted below his belt, brushing his bulge with light fingers. With her body pressed against his, she guided his hands to the buttons at the back of her gown. "Please.." she pleaded with him, her eyes closed now, she was attempting to remove his armor, but she had absolutely no experience with such clothing. "I want you, I<span style="font-style: italic">need</span>you." If the bond was any indication, he felt the same. Ilia licked Shadow's lips, kissed his jawline, nibbled an earlobe. She removed her hands from him and went to her own back, resuming where he had left off her breathing feverish.<br/><br/>Barely giving either enough time to drop their outerwear, Ilia found herself tugging Shadow back to the bed, leaving her gown behind, her thin shift leaving little to the imagination. She straddled him again, but it felt much different without the armor. She could feel his member against her and she ached to move her hips. Slowly, as if unwrapping something dear to her, Ilia ran her hands from Shadow's hips to his chest, pushing his shirt up and over his broad shoulders. She sat a moment, admiring them.<br/><br/>Ilia drew her fingers over Shadow's exposed stomach and chest. As much as she desperately wanted him, she could find time to tease the poor man. She closed her eyes, relishing in his feelings through the bond. It was absolutely delicious and Ilia let out a low, sultry moan. She leaned down, his hands upon her, and kissed his right shoulder. Light, he smelled wonderful! His shoulder was, incrediblely, soft. His gentle hands did things to her she could not explain. With her warm breath warming his skin, Ilia couldn't help herself, she nipped his shoulder -it was hesitant, testing his reaction before continuing.