Fiona did not miss the sharp look he gave her at her request nor the silence that came after it. He had his own demons in such things and yet she had never experienced them, never more then dipped her toe into the pool a few times when a client had wanted to be a little more rough. The only last marks she had ever carried on her body had been love bites, little marks in comparison she was sure. But then he was speaking, slowly, assent and she felt relief well in her. He wouldn't harm her in truth, Fiona held no doubt in her heart that he would protect her as much as possible. It was Atticus after all, with his hurting hero's heart. The redhead nodded her assent to his condition about the Master knowing, surely Ryan would only approve, it would mean he could charge higher rates for her.<br/><br/>Her head canted slightly to the side, turning into the touch on her jaw, her aquamarine eyes catching in the dim light and shinning with her faith in him that perhaps revealed just how much innocence she still carried in her heart. "I will...I promise..." she murmured softly to reassure him certain he wouldn't go too fast, wouldn't break her.<br/><br/>The comment that fell from his lips about why 'they' loved her hurt a little though; she didn't flatter emptily only spoke the truth as she saw in each person she came in contact with. It wasn't her fault the world was so negative, so dismissive of any admiring of oneself. She provided them with a awareness most otherwise lacked. Was that a lie she spun like Zara had said earlier? Before that thought could take root truly though and worry her he was pulling her to him.<br/><br/>She went into his arms without reservation for all of his laugh and sighed as the first brush of their lips against one another. Her body responded to his, arms lifting to cling to his broad shoulders as the warmth of him washed over her and the lines of their body's fit against one another. They did fit beautifully well. Perhaps...she would ask for a demonstration just to feel his body against her own. But thought fled then, as his lips caught her lower on and she whimpered softly in delight. Fiona had tried to restrain the emotions from that rainy day as best she could, to be simply his friend aware he needed that more then someone who ached for his touch. It had been selfish to ask for a kiss, for his help but after the day she had it had been needful.<br/><br/>With her lips she begged him to forgive her, to take anything he desired from her as repayment, her body shifted against his, a subtle invitation as well.