Fallon stopped in her tracks, the blush thickening as he spoke his words. Perhaps it was the fact that he responded with an uncertainty. Her hand pulled away for a moment, eyes turning large. Maybe it was wrong to ask such a question, or too soon. They had after all only just begun to see each other, there was no real connection between them was there? Then why did he have the ability to make her nervous? Why did he seek to make time for her and vice versa?
His hand took hers back, his other pushing back a strand of hair. There was an intake of breath, eyes looking down and away, her chin shortly following behind. Not that he allowed that to remain so. He continued still, words falling and explaining the squire before him, the enigma and thoughts that rose simply because of her and the actions she made. She gave a pull, a light swallow as the tips traced her jaw line. In honesty, Fallon never really saw herself as beautiful, nor particularly brilliant. The opposite would be how she would look upon herself, scarred and teetering at times, sharp and jagged.
But the compliment was nice to say the least. Her chin was tilted, an almost nervous blink as he closed in. A predator to prey, trapping her in and forbidding any chance of escape. And it was perhaps for a chime that there was a distinct look of neediness, the quivering of the lips as she looked upon him. She knew not what she thought, nor did she really know how she felt as the man leaned in, hovering within reach. Teasing almost that he was so close yet also so far. Breath left her for a tick, the brow relaxing and the features growing still. Of course, it could have all just been words, a simple string of them to lead her on and into a false sense of security. She withdrew slightly, escaping the light breathing and the red blur that had plastered across his cheeks. And there he was once more, appearing as a temptation and a lust. Something she felt herself wanting more of by the passing tick. Her shoulders rolled in, her pupils lifting to meet his. Uncertainty, questions, they swirled behind the blues and greens, but remained silent in actions and words. There was nothing to say, was there? There was a shuffle of feet, a lean away. What should she do?
Impulse took her in the end, the will over temptation breaking down to nothing. She gave a kiss, light and sweet, short and fleeting before withdrawing and pulling away. Her shoulder brushed against the wall of the corridor, her eyes narrowing down and focusing upon the fine grooves and bumps that ran across the stone. Lips pursed; her recoil no doubt noticeable to the knight. Her throat constricted, words having left her. And so almost in a sense of frustration in not being able to communicate properly, she gave him a light thump on the arm. Shaking off the blush, she returned her hands to his a brief look of defiance on her face.
There was a low mumble of; “I’m not getting emotional!” followed by a firm tug as she looked on ahead, her brow creasing and her cheeks puffing, “Stuff. Stuff. We were getting you stuff. Lots of stuff. Stop looking at me like that.” With that she begun to firmly pull him along once more, leading the way towards their destination.
Stupid Fallon! Asking such questions! There was a distinctive snort, her eyes sheepishly glancing back at him before boring on ahead, before finally once more she spoke. Smoother this time, and less of a mumbling tone, ”Thank you Markus. It means more than you know or realise.” She gave him a gentle peck on the cheek, her lip curling before she gave an incline of the head, "Come on. Let's not waste any more time."
His hand took hers back, his other pushing back a strand of hair. There was an intake of breath, eyes looking down and away, her chin shortly following behind. Not that he allowed that to remain so. He continued still, words falling and explaining the squire before him, the enigma and thoughts that rose simply because of her and the actions she made. She gave a pull, a light swallow as the tips traced her jaw line. In honesty, Fallon never really saw herself as beautiful, nor particularly brilliant. The opposite would be how she would look upon herself, scarred and teetering at times, sharp and jagged.
But the compliment was nice to say the least. Her chin was tilted, an almost nervous blink as he closed in. A predator to prey, trapping her in and forbidding any chance of escape. And it was perhaps for a chime that there was a distinct look of neediness, the quivering of the lips as she looked upon him. She knew not what she thought, nor did she really know how she felt as the man leaned in, hovering within reach. Teasing almost that he was so close yet also so far. Breath left her for a tick, the brow relaxing and the features growing still. Of course, it could have all just been words, a simple string of them to lead her on and into a false sense of security. She withdrew slightly, escaping the light breathing and the red blur that had plastered across his cheeks. And there he was once more, appearing as a temptation and a lust. Something she felt herself wanting more of by the passing tick. Her shoulders rolled in, her pupils lifting to meet his. Uncertainty, questions, they swirled behind the blues and greens, but remained silent in actions and words. There was nothing to say, was there? There was a shuffle of feet, a lean away. What should she do?
Impulse took her in the end, the will over temptation breaking down to nothing. She gave a kiss, light and sweet, short and fleeting before withdrawing and pulling away. Her shoulder brushed against the wall of the corridor, her eyes narrowing down and focusing upon the fine grooves and bumps that ran across the stone. Lips pursed; her recoil no doubt noticeable to the knight. Her throat constricted, words having left her. And so almost in a sense of frustration in not being able to communicate properly, she gave him a light thump on the arm. Shaking off the blush, she returned her hands to his a brief look of defiance on her face.
There was a low mumble of; “I’m not getting emotional!” followed by a firm tug as she looked on ahead, her brow creasing and her cheeks puffing, “Stuff. Stuff. We were getting you stuff. Lots of stuff. Stop looking at me like that.” With that she begun to firmly pull him along once more, leading the way towards their destination.
Stupid Fallon! Asking such questions! There was a distinctive snort, her eyes sheepishly glancing back at him before boring on ahead, before finally once more she spoke. Smoother this time, and less of a mumbling tone, ”Thank you Markus. It means more than you know or realise.” She gave him a gentle peck on the cheek, her lip curling before she gave an incline of the head, "Come on. Let's not waste any more time."
