# With the fire we make It's getting hotter and hotter Like a moth to a flame I can't stay away #
With
the fresh winds of summer and the heavy heat that made her skin
sweat, the princess had to wear fewer and fewer clothes just to be able
to have normal sleep. As she undressed, she felt the fresh
breeze by the window blow over her skin. Her arms covered themselves
with goosebumps as a shiver went down her spine and elicited a soft
gasp from her. How long had it been since someone had touched her?
How long had it been since she felt the warm breath of someone over
her sensitive skin? She tilted her head to the side, allowing
her long silver locks to spill over her chest and waist and let her
purple hues shift from the window to her bed. Bäahal did her best to
ignore her own desires. There were more pressing matters than the
fire between her legs, or the craving for a touch. There was a
struggle for freedom, two wars to lead, a journey she started as an
ambassador et a siege...with all of this behind her, the princess
realized that she never took time to be in touch with herself. She
never took time to explore her fantasies.
For
so long she had dreamed of the Golden Lion's touch. His hand firmly
grabbing her hair, making her roll her head just before he yanked it
back. Her hips swaying as she would ride him and take him to a new
plane of existence. His groans that would fill her ears and make her
bite her bottom lip so hard she would draw blood to her teeth. Such
thoughts had crept into her mind, they kept her company on lonely
nights and fueled her desire to find him again. But there were just
this.. thoughts.. thoughts she never thought could within her grasp.
The wind blew harder onto her, forcing her out of her fantasies and
into reality once again. She swallowed a lump and went to the window
so she could get more fresh air. Would it be decent, now, to allow
her mind to wander to such emotions? Would it be the right
moment, knowing that people who wanted her dead were still running
free? It made her furrow her brows. Of course, she could!
Why would the thoughts she had towards Jaime only be laced with
worries? With tears? With pain? For so long her
heart nurtured love towards the knight, and now that it was
reciprocated, why wouldn't she allow herself a little bit of smile?
They
deserved a little bit of peace, she thought to herself. They deserved
to rejoice at the moment and embrace their feelings. They deserved a
proper victory. For so long, her mind had been tortured with her
morals; for so long she berated herself for falling for the
knight and tried to stop thinking about him. For so long she denied
herself the right to be happy... but she refused to do it any longer.
She refused to deny herself the right to be happy. It didn't matter
if it was going to be a fight. She would fight for him.. for them...
but she would also take time to love them both. So a soft smile
graced her features and she leaned her chin against her arms. Yes,
she would take time to love them... to love him.. and appreciate what
they just had.
#From
the fire we make It's getting higher and higher Like the night to the day I can't stay away #
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