The motion's objective was instead reversed when Eleanor pulled Freyja closer, reciprocating her affections by peppering plentiful kisses of her own across the great white expanse of rugged tissue. Scars had never necessarily been features that attracted the noblewoman, having entertained men with pockets filled with enough coin to purchase an army if it meant they could keep their hands clean. That she associated them with Mutt only proved to further sour her opinion... until she'd met Freyja, that is. Everything she considered repulsive in another was reconciled by the Valkyrie captain's very existence, subverting all Eleanor thought she knew about what she'd wanted. She had patronized a lowly street urchin for each mar she saw on him... yet, every time her lips brushed a scar veiled by ivory fur, all she wanted to know was how it got there. Freyja was the living embodiment of the fantasy novels that Eleanor cherished, a story she desperately wanted to read. Putting the essence of her thoughts into existence, an inquisitive tone accompanied the Calyx heir's sultry voice, |
Seeing Freyja so content in her arms was a treasure that Eleanor was silently vowing to never take for granted. She knew from what the marauder had disclosed when persuaded by alcohol that letting her guard down came at a hefty cost, one that the heiress would pay again and again for moments such as these. Moments where her Freyja could be just that... her Freyja, unburdened and completely free. And for as long as they were in the loft, in a paradise all their own, she could be. Eleanor adjusted her position until she had successfully squeezed out from beneath the bulk of the pirate queen, their bodies both resting upon the cushions and flush against one another. In the breath before she posed her first question, a dainty paw began to trace light motions across a broad, sturdy chest. Of course, there were a million and two things Eleanor wanted to ask—though she'd still crave more—but one had bounced to the forefront of her mind the moment Freyja had started to flinch beneath her touch, not unlike the reaction she'd received earlier. |