Say My Name Again

"Ah' I can barely resist myself."

The man would almost purr to her, seemingly happy enough to share in this mutual affection. Pillow talk with a woman he had not ever considered such a notion with, and now he was simply content to have her nude form on his. The weight of him leaning on him was one of the purest feelings in the world, a woman who opened his eyes to the world beyond what he thought.

If he was sworn to her before, then he was her's utterly. In life and death. Even if he would not hold her hand in marriage, even if he was to die before he saw her secured in life- he truly believed his spirit would not leave until she was content. With that on his mind he'd place his lips to her's once more rolling on top of her, his hand coming to stroke her cheek. To pull back briefly, he looked within her eyes.

"We should take today for ourselves. Spent privately. Like we used to. We can come up with something, some negotiation."

"Somehow, I do not find myself so terribly surprised..."

The woman was very willing to lay beneath him, and gazed up at Atlas with such a genuine affection that she likely could not have hidden it even if she wanted to. The trust that Katya placed in him, the earnest, indefinable understanding that she had with him, shared by none other... It made her perfectly willing to take his words to heart.

"I think that would be wonderful, Atlas. But I quite hope that you and I might simply enjoy...each other, with no distraction."

Her smiling gaining just the absolute faintest degree of a sly nature, she wrapped her arms around Atlas' neck, pulling him down once more into another kiss. She would be perfectly happy to spend every moment here with him, in truth. Of course it could not last forever, but for one day? That would not be so bad.

"Good.."

The man would mutter between them, shifting so that his singular arm was able to stroke her hair backwards. He stared deeply into her warm eyes, displaying his own warmth. Perhaps a warmth she had not seen before, but that not of a wolf or soldier- but a man. One who was taken with her currently, who laid with her in his youth.

"When did you begin to care for me?"

The man asked quietly, perhaps for himself. He knew it was an unfair question and one which might not have an answer. But he wished to hear it, to hear her form into words when she began to desire him. Some part of him always deeply cared for her, hidden behind his self-prescribed destiny. His head tilted down to place a small kiss on her lips, sneaking in those pecks between their words.

He could not resist her.

The silver-haired maiden thought for a moment or two about the question Atlas had posited to her. When exactly had it been? It had been...ah, over 10 years now. But specifics...

"I could not tell you the moment it began. But in part, that is simply due to how long it has been that I have felt this way. I..."

Blushing to herself faintly, Katya cleared her throat and pressed past her nerves.

"...I have thought of you in this way for many years, Atlas. Perhaps not with such maturity, such emotion, but... Mm, there were far too many nights in which I forced myself not to ask you to my tent. Many more where I desperately hoped you would not notice... Oh, that is a bit embarrassing, isn't it..."

Turning all the more red, she couldn't quite bring herself to finish that particular sentence, and glanced away to avoid having to look right into his eyes. Despite what they had done the night before, she was not the sort of woman who took naturally to this kind of talk.

"No, no of course not. I.. perhaps have had nights like that myself. Had it not been for my wish to protect you so.. fervently I may have acted sooner." The man mused to her softly callous fingers working their way through her hair. He smiled, genuinely. Perhaps a smile he had not known himself capable of. Mix matched eyes gazed upon her with a deep affection, willing to listen to her so long as she wished.

Even if she was not the type of woman to be keen to this type of talk he wished to hear her voice, just to hear her speak to him. Sing to him, speak her dreams unto him. In his past life he perhaps have failed to be the man she thought him, but today he would become the man she saw of him. He'd lean down to lace her neck with kisses, sliding from off of her to hold her onto his side.

"I notice now, and I shall notice forever. I feel as if it has been an eternity since we have spoken so truly. Is there anything you wish to ask me, that you require of me?" He'd speak almost dutifully, assuming that role of her protector she had known him as for years. A single hand rested against her chest, a sly smile coming onto his lips.

Smiling back as she looked into his eyes, Katya couldn't quite help but give him a few little kisses of her own. It had been so long that she had hoped for this, and she allowed her hands to trace over his body with an obvious care and affection.

"I suppose it might be a bit unfair of me to ask, given my own answer. But... Well, I will not ask when you first felt for me. But, Atlas, if you would not mind giving the young girl that I was a bit of catharsis... What did you think, when you looked at me then? What did you see?"

Grinning the faintest touch, Katya leaned against him warmly, perfectly content at the feeling of his hand upon her chest. She nestled into his embrace warmly, all too happy to spend the rest of their day in this very place.