[ He's right, of course. This is exactly what she wants and needs, and she's more than content to give into these long buried desires now, with this man who feels so familiar despite being a stranger to her. Her feelings are written in all the little details: A contented sigh as his hold tightens. A small sound of displeasure when the warmth of his hand leaves hers that's quickly replaced by another sigh of relief when both his arms wrap firmly around her.
Her now freed hand joins the other one in his hair. She's practically clinging to him, fingers carding through his hair, twining through the strands as she, too, pulls him as tight as she possibly can. Its comfortable, how solid and safe he feels. She can feel his warmth through the thin fabric of her robes, dispelling any of the chill she feels from the rain.
Even as the effects of the weather start to ebb, Addi is reluctant to pull away. She wants this moment to last just a little longer. ]
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Her now freed hand joins the other one in his hair. She's practically clinging to him, fingers carding through his hair, twining through the strands as she, too, pulls him as tight as she possibly can. Its comfortable, how solid and safe he feels. She can feel his warmth through the thin fabric of her robes, dispelling any of the chill she feels from the rain.
Even as the effects of the weather start to ebb, Addi is reluctant to pull away. She wants this moment to last just a little longer. ]