<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d8/RowanPF.jpg)   </div><strong>Rowan Riks</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/wiki/File:Rowan.pdf)<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Will<br/><strong>Status</strong>: Hot and boithered<hr/>Rowan, at first, remains fully withering in shame, but his compliment causes her to lift her eyes a bit more, raising her chin, bringing a faint smile to her lips again-- genuine this time.  His acceptance-- and the compliment-- seemed to match the exact look in his eye, and though she could tell that there was something<i> else</i>there, she was seeing a reflection of his attraction to her, a lack of fear or revulsion... it was rather welcoming.  Of course, he didn't know the story... maybe that was it.  Maybe he thought these were from her own blade.  She supposed he didn't realize that she'd been cut up by men that... well... did things that she believed made girls into whores, or property, or garbage.  Either way... cut up, used, degraded.  Left to bleed and suffer and remember.  It wasn't that long ago.<br/><br/>But that isn't how he's looking at her... that isn't it at all.  She's shown him enough and there's no cause to prattle about that, despite her mouth's overwillingness to dump every flitting thought from her brain like a beehive evacuating at the first sign of a bear.  Not at all... his look says more than enough.  She wants him to see past those scars and he is.  He seems to like it.  And when his breeches go down-- slowly, which she's enjoying to the extreme without any shame at all-- from the fine hairs below his belly to the cleft in his chin behind his close-trimmed beard to the supple turn of his calf to the crevice in his mid-belly-- ooooh, boy.  She breathes out a little huff between her pursed lips like she is trying to ask a question starting with a 'w', like a 'what', but she knows what, like a 'who,' but it's him, like a 'where' but she has suspicions... so maybe the little "wh--" sound she makes is the start of a 'why' because mmmmaybe that's because he wants her that badly?<br/><br/>her blonde eyebrows, angularly arching already in a pixie-like V raise over her wide blue eyes, and she actually blinks and looks him over from anlkles to eyes once more, then back to that... source.  "Wh--well, now."  She swallows dryly, clears her throat.  "I, um--"  she rises to her knees on the bed, having unconsiously tugged at the covers there like a shroud, which she releases back to little sagging piles on either side of her bare thighs as she folds her hands under her chin.  For a moment.  She looks deep in thought, like she's approaching a well-locked door or a complicated trap.  Then she simply grins, as she closes her eyes, opening them again to fix upon Will's face.  "You're absolutely lovely," she says, scrolling her eyes over his broad chest once more, the blush returning.  "Not just... you know.  Not just your cock."  Here we go again. The words threaten to explode.  "I mean your cock's beautiful but I mean<i>Iyou're</i>lovely... you're a gentleman, you're handsome, you've got... this... handsome... gentlemanly..." and she unfolds her hands to place them upon Will's chest... "warm... skin.  And... those lovely eyes.  Just... lovely."<br/><br/>She smiles then, a little glistening around her flashing irises, and kisses him gently, her soft lips parting as she pulls him down to the bed with her, working her face against his and delighting in the sensation as she tugs him alongside where she manages to sprawl out, wrapping one slender leg over his waist as she strokes his back and arm.   Her kisses become a torrent as she becomes more confident, more swept up in that sensation, her body's fierce awakening returning to her consciousness as the frosted glass of self-fear-- so suddenly appearing-- begins to crystalize and fleck away piece by piece.  She draws his face to her neck and shoulder, encouraging him to kiss her there as she nips at his earlope and whispers, "You... you must be gentle.  I've been... ah...<i>wounded</i>... there.  Before.  And not much experience, okay?"  She licks the rim of his ear and kisses tenderly then sucks at the dangling lobe once more, "and I really,<i>really</i>insist that you enjoy this."