His arms felt strong and steady around her, one flesh and blood, one artistry of metal and gears. It felt right to be in his arms, it felt safe, not that she had much to fear here, but there was something deeper to it. Her eyes had closed when she felt him hold her, at the shift in him they opened. She didn't move but she felt the change in his breathing, his heart rate.
At their first contact his heart had raced, as had her own, but it changed shortly after. His breathing caught for just a moment, his movement frozen as though he debated the best course of action. Of course he did. She'd taken liberties in the contact, vast liberties that might be insulting to him or put him in a position to correct her behavior.
The moment passed and his hold warmed again, his fingers sank into the mass of scarlet stands and he held her tightly to him. He spoke finally and it was her name. She'd heard it on the lips of many all day but it never sounded as sweet or welcomed as it did from him. She smiled and squeezed a bit tighter in her hold hearing it.
It was distraction by that emotion that caused her to miss the following reaction form him. She was too caught up in this budding feeling to be fully aware of the nuances of his reaction. The change in grip, and position went without notice for the moment.
Her pleasure over hearing him call her name was nothing compared to the feeling of elation over his praise. Now she did move, and looked up to him with eyes that shined. She had no words, what could she say to that? She knew the expected answers when she was praised in training but this was far different. She looked up into his warm brown eyes, handsome strong face, and was silent for a long moment before she spoke.
"We should move away from the window." It was not the romantic answer, but it was practical. They stood in front of a window with her room light on. Natalia drew him deeper in the room, closed the window and shut of the light. The moon left plenty of light for them to see by and kept the activities more discretely hidden from outside.
"You must tell me about your time away." She took his hand and drew him over to sit by her on her bed. But once seated she didn't release his hand. Rather her fingers traced softly over the skin. Just being around him made her heart race and her body warm. Physical reactions of attraction, but that would hardly explain her constant thoughts of him, nor her desire to make him proud. "I worked hard to make you proud of me. Everyone has said I am doing very well." Understatement, but his opinion was the only one that truly mattered. Her fingers continued moving over the back of his captured hand.
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At their first contact his heart had raced, as had her own, but it changed shortly after. His breathing caught for just a moment, his movement frozen as though he debated the best course of action. Of course he did. She'd taken liberties in the contact, vast liberties that might be insulting to him or put him in a position to correct her behavior.
The moment passed and his hold warmed again, his fingers sank into the mass of scarlet stands and he held her tightly to him. He spoke finally and it was her name. She'd heard it on the lips of many all day but it never sounded as sweet or welcomed as it did from him. She smiled and squeezed a bit tighter in her hold hearing it.
It was distraction by that emotion that caused her to miss the following reaction form him. She was too caught up in this budding feeling to be fully aware of the nuances of his reaction. The change in grip, and position went without notice for the moment.
Her pleasure over hearing him call her name was nothing compared to the feeling of elation over his praise. Now she did move, and looked up to him with eyes that shined. She had no words, what could she say to that? She knew the expected answers when she was praised in training but this was far different. She looked up into his warm brown eyes, handsome strong face, and was silent for a long moment before she spoke.
"We should move away from the window." It was not the romantic answer, but it was practical. They stood in front of a window with her room light on. Natalia drew him deeper in the room, closed the window and shut of the light. The moon left plenty of light for them to see by and kept the activities more discretely hidden from outside.
"You must tell me about your time away." She took his hand and drew him over to sit by her on her bed. But once seated she didn't release his hand. Rather her fingers traced softly over the skin. Just being around him made her heart race and her body warm. Physical reactions of attraction, but that would hardly explain her constant thoughts of him, nor her desire to make him proud. "I worked hard to make you proud of me. Everyone has said I am doing very well." Understatement, but his opinion was the only one that truly mattered. Her fingers continued moving over the back of his captured hand.