<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/nickelodeon/images/6/6a/Emma-roberts-mobile-wallpaper.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20140109115134)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><strong>Name:</strong> Elena Charlie Vandel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12381845#msg12381845)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Slightly south of Albany, New York | June 21, 2013 | Evening<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Jason, Closed.<br/><strong>Content:</strong> Guilt.</span><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><br/><br/>And in he came, removing that wretched coat, revealing the wings that she so often idly stroked. Feeling so appreciative of his physical features in those fleeting moments as he casually came in only deepened her negative feelings of herself. It was an odd feeling, because it was all so complicated, but she was, at least, quite attentive even in the somewhat tense moments. He seemed unperturbed by her words or their implications, though she also knew she wasn't entirely expressing how awful she felt on the interior. She expected once she began to talk, though, the emotions would come and he would understand. <br/><br/>He called her <em>mami</em> and she couldn't resist the small smile tugging at her red lips, her eyes staying locked on him the entire time as he continued. Of <em>course</em> she didn't <em>need</em> permission, but it was obvious why she asked, she felt. She cared how his day was, and she knew it'd been a big day for him. How it had went and other details she cared about were washed to the wayside due to her own doing, but.. <br/><br/>Before her mind could drag her deeper into those thoughts, he was patting his lap and <em>sniffing.</em> Unfortunately, she'd not cooked today - perhaps another sign of things being a bit <em>off.</em> Hesitating only half a second, Elena lifted her self upright and approached gracefully, her body sliding into his lap. However, she didn't lay into him and particularly get comfortable. Instead, she wiggled slightly, sort of just settling in, and then brought her far smaller hands to grasp one of his own lightly, which she idly ran her fingers over in her lap. "Okay," she finally responded, her eyes running over her husband's hand, and up his arm, then shoulder and wings. She admired him, but it was also taking considerable mental fortitude to lock eyes with him now. But she did, of course. All the little details mattered, and though she was trepiditious, she also needed to be unburdened.<br/><br/>"Recently, something happened to me," she began softly, letting out a little sigh, "It was two weekends ago. You weren't home, and I was altering some of your clothes." It sounded so mundane, even in her adorable French Canadian accent, but she also knew this was right when it stopped being anything but that. "I was sitting at the sewing machine, and... I just blushed for no reason. Then I began to tingle, and my toes curled.." She trailed off, the top of her cheeks turning pink ever so slightly. Truly, she was embarrassed, "and I found my thighs involuntarily squeezing the stool so hard it hurt." She figured by now her husband knew what she was describing, "It was like I was having sex with someone, and as the feeling passed I was trembling and lightheaded." There was no longer even a small smile. Saying it was not easy. "I had to go change my underwear, and since then, this has happened quite a few times." <br/><br/>Elena felt like crying, but was doing her best to resist. "Every time it happens I feel like I am cheating on you, and sometimes I dream of it, too. Vivid, like... it's a brand new thing for one of my sisters." Biting her lip, she drew in a breath and sighed squeezing his hand. "I want to ask, if.. you may be okay, with our marriage being... open." <em>Now</em> she was full on blushing, her eyes no longer able to keep on his own. "I <em>could</em> stop her, I guess, but I feel guilty for considering that, too.." She did her best to gauge his reaction, because while she was prepared to explain <em>why</em> she wanted it, she didn't want to inundate him with excuses unless she had to do so.</span></span>