<div class="floatleft">(http://i393.photobucket.com/albums/pp12/aysande/Elliqyi/Oena_zps2a07f796.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Who:</strong>Vanyel<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Furs!<br/><strong>When: </strong>Around noon<br/><hr/><div style="text-align: justify;">Oena smiled at his words and then bit her lower lip. She was getting closer with each thrust, and the occasional little sound that came from her were witness of that. She knew that he’d feel it otherwise, that he had grown used to her body’s signals enough to anticipate when she would be reaching the peak. She reached her own pleasures only moments before he did, her body tense and her ached back pressing her chest against his. She bit her lip, wishing they were truly alone so she could express herself more. No one would say anything if she decided to moan loudly, but Oena wanted to keep this delicious intimate moment between Vanyel and herself, and not share it with the whole camp.<br/><br/>Oena loved that he stayed on top of her, into her, even though he was done. She couldn’t recall if she had ever expressed it aloud, or if there had even been a need to. The closeness that she felt with him at this moment, after the pleasures, was not comparable to anything else. They were joined as one, as the Great Mother had made them to be. She reluctantly let him get off her but when she saw that he had no plans getting farther than absolutely necessary, she wrapped an arm around him and pushed the furs down to just below her waist. <br/><br/>Her thoughts had followed a similar path to his and the way her hand rested just below her navel betrayed it. “It scares me a little.” Oena whispered suddenly. “My body will change, and then the pain of the delivery.” She added afterwards. The changes in her body scared her, she was not worried that Vanyel’s opinion of her would be affected if, like some, her body took a bit more curves. That notion didn’t even cross her mind, but even though she knew the Great Mother had made her body to carry a child, it still scared her. It had been a part of what had held her back for so long.<br/> </div>