Bresthra had no real thought as they both worked to shed his armor. It was something that she wanted gone, and through that simplistic connection, he picked up on that desire. The want to touch him, his skin with no obstruction, was supremely natural. It was a step in a journey that she'd taken often. The kiss was the connection, translating everything to him that she wanted, needed, and desired of him on such a physical level. And it truth, if Bresthra had simply gave in like she always did, then she would've pressed for more. The drowess typically had no qualms with pressing for more, for taking a kiss and turning it into more. She sampled Hysaeda, the taste and feel of him with a breathless want that was contained only because she did not commit to something more carnal than this kiss. Like freefalling, she'd gone through the fall... and had reached the ground.
A grain of hesitancy in a Sharessan was unheard of. A feeling of pause was anathema to them. Any thought above and beyond the physical want was cause for serious concern. So what started out as Bresthra having barely more than a feeling, nothing so substantial as a thought but something as base as the desire she'd expressed... she ended the kiss. Breathless, blood red eyes on Hysaeda with a flicker of wonderlust and, for once, confusion. Her skin was inflamed. It could burn her, how much she was ready for something more between them. Her pulse had drummed out any other sound, any other presence but his own. Bresthra could feel the warmth of his body, could taste him on her tongue. Even thinking of how he'd responded to her had Bresthra aching for more. But that flicker of something so insubstantial, that minutiae of.... of.... Bresthra didn't even know.
She smiled to soften the way she'd broken the kiss. It was a first for her. The drowess had never pulled back.... and it confused her. But Bresthra wasn't about to express that to him. It would require reflection on her part, and truthfully... she should go see Veithean, her teacher. He'd understand, wouldn't he. Bresthra's hand came up to brush along Hysaeda's cheek. He truly was gorgeous, stunning... exotic. Someone so very different than what she'd ever met. Someone as dark as her but not the same. Bresthra had never met a drow that did not claim being a drow, and she'd never met, before this, a dark elf that was called anything but that – a dark elf. He was fascinating in that regard, alluring because she simply did not know who or what he was. There was magic in that, the same sort she felt when she entered an area of natural splendor. She couldn't explain it, she didn't understand it, but every fiber of her appreciated it.
Bresthra's thumb traced along his lower lip as she watched him, wondering what she could say... wondering what he would. She took that opportunity to actually look at him now that there was no armor. The play of the fire light, so very warm now, made him glow. For all the similarities, Bresthra could feel the difference about them. Not because he was an Umbreaon, but because he was Hysaeda. They were inherently different, and the only way to make a real connection between them had been what Bresthra had done. Expressed herself in a way that he understood, that anyone could, without the need for words. But now, settling back into a high functioning level, she knew they were contrasting. He could've been drow and the gulf between them would have still been there.
[[ I'm so sorry this took me so long. >_< I fretted over it forever... ]]