<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d5/Ayshia.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Who:</strong>Valko, open<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Private space<br/><strong>When:</strong>Morning<br/><hr/><div style="text-align: justify;"> <br/>Ayshia did not oppose his lead into her private area. She pulled the curtains closed as soon as they were within. It made the small area with the sleeping platform rather dark, but she couldn’t care less. To do what had to be done, they didn’t need a bright light. The one filtering around the curtain would be more than enough for them to see one another after their eyes adjusted. She was nervous; her stomach was in a tight knot. She wouldn’t stop him, though, she truly didn’t want him to stop.<br/><br/>Not only did she not stop him, but when she felt his hands between them, Ayshia took a step away and started at bottom to meet him mid-way. The tunic was carefully slid off her shoulders and caught into her hand as it ended its slide along her arms. She folded it in two, very carefully and let it fall on the usual pile of leather that was always at the end of her sleeping platform. <br/><br/>Ayshia tilted her head away from him, making her hair fall behind her shoulder and freeing up her neck for him. Her body reacted to his touches by shivers. This and the cool hair had her nipples hard, and almost painfully so. Ayshia’s hands, now free from the tunic, came up his hip and under his own shirt. She wanted to feel his skin, his warmth. All thoughts of common sense and priorities were gone, as if the world beyond the veil of the curtain or the dirt of the walls was just non-existent. <br/><br/>“I love you.” She whispered softly. It wasn’t something she had thought before saying, it had come very naturally to her lips. She meant the words though and she could only hope that it wouldn’t bother him to hear her say it. She figured it wouldn’t, given their current situation. Her small hands were a bit cold on his skin, she was quite aware of the temperature difference as he seemed to be burning under her hands. It wasn’t because she was cold, it was chilly with a tunic, but not that bad. It was because she was nervous not to be up to the task.<br/> </div>