Against her better judgement her eyes grew heavy and the young woman, a nymph laying bare upon the ocean's shore, dozed beneath the beating sun. With a drowsy smile curling delicately parted lips, she stretched out upon the rock's smooth surface, lost in her own sleepy thoughts and oblivious to her husband's approach. Had she been in a more solid frame of mind would she have covered herself the moment she discovered his presence? Perhaps. Instead when she was finally made aware of Orion's presence, she shielded her baby blue eyes to peer up him, her sleepy smile still painting her lips.<br/><br/>Silence remained between the young couple for a heartbeat. Two. Three. Allthewhile the blush that had finally begun to recede from their previous encounter once more graced the stage that was her features, brightening her cheeks and tickling across the bridge of her nose. Strands of her hair, having mostly in Orion's absence, were caught by the breeze to flirt across the rock. They tickled his forearm and seemed to beg for his touch just as surely as she inwardly begged for his kiss.<br/><br/>No one could say she was immune to the sailor, her charm alone had been enough to set her heart aflutter. It had always been her love for Eirene that kept her at arm's length from the man. Yet now Eirene wasn't there, her lover had told her to leave and she had. Now she and Orion were husband and wife, weren't these emotions encouraged? Was it not accepted for them to kiss, to touch, to feel?<br/><br/>As though he knew the desires that burned their way through her veins, her lips were brushed by his own. The kiss was but a taste, fleeting by nature and a tease by design. Was she meant to ignore the fire that raged within? How? To what end? As far as she was aware they were alone, stranded on an island without another soul to occupy it. She ached for him to deepen the kiss, to thrust his hand into her hair and hold her beneath him as he claimed her lips just before claiming her entirety. But her shy character kept her from asking him. Daphne could feel the words play on her tongue yet they refused to be uttered, instead conveyed but the tremble in her lips - brought on by something far stronger than the chill that held her - before they were covered by the light touch of her own fingertips.<br/><br/>Peering up at him from where she lay she breathed deeply to collect her bearings, his question bringing a deeper smile to her lips. She was hungry all right. Starved to be precise but not at all for what he held in his hand.<br/><br/>Rather than think about her actions, she rolled to lay on her stomach before pushing herself up to her hands and knees. From there she ran her hands along his arms and up his neck to bury in his hair while her lips found his. Tentative at first she slowly gained the courage to deepen the kiss, wanting -<em>needing</em>- to give him the marriage night they never had and to feel the rush of utter life in it's truest form, through pleasured and bond between two people. Slowly, uncertain of his reactions at such a bold move from the normally timid creature before him, she broke the kiss, her eyes searching for his own.<br/><br/>"I am hungry, Orion..."