Lanister appeared confused when she closed the distance between them somewhat, placing her hand on his bare chest, right where his heart rested beneath. Slowing and shakily, Nevayah took one of his hands in her other, raising it up so that it was upon her chest, right above her heart as well... He blushed lightly, his confusion and flusteredness growing by the second. However, it was not many seconds before he received his explanation from the girl he loved, her body practically shaking and her face contorted with anxiety. She declared that she loved him with everything she had, reciprocating his feelings without him even needing to voice them himself. His blush widened across his cheeks just a bit. They had kissed and cuddled, shared bathes and declared their love, but for that connection to run right through everything that was their being... to have that love for someone... that was something else altogether and they both seemed to know it... Nevayah believed that it was as if the gods had a hand in their meeting as it was a pretty big coincidence that they were not only sold to the same master, but their cages next to each-other as well. As she went on, Lanister's blush seemed to grow, hearing such a beautiful concoction of words all meant for him... She was such a poet... even now... His eyes had nothing less than a radiantly warm light behind them, perhaps with a spark of passion glowing behind his gaze and it only seemed to intensify as she closed the distance between them further, claiming that it was not enough...
She placed her hands on his shoulders... not close enough... his neck.... not close enough... his waist... not even close enough... She was pressed against him now, their chests only separated by the thin piece of blue fabric that was her shirt. His face had gone almost completely red at this point as he slowly caught on to what she was insinuating, far more than he was just a moment ago. Before Lanister could say something, Nevayah discarded her shirt as the boy stared in stunned silence, once again having her chest pressed up against his, skin-to-skin contact. He was surprised how warm her body was, how smooth her skin was despite the scars now fully visible. He was surprised to see such intense resolve behind those anxious, deep-blue eyes of hers that only a few hours before were as dead as their master.
His face grew fully red as she claimed that even this, with their upper bodies fully exposed and pressed together was not close enough for her... He knew what had to come next... Even without the blood-link, he knew exactly what she was thinking... Slowly, with shaking hands, he ran his fingers down along her rib-cage and love-handles until he reached the edge of her newly-acquired shorts. Slow but deliberate, the boy began to push the pants down from her waist, all the while his face moving ever closer to hers until their lips met. It was a delicate, nervous kiss, but if she returned it... he knew that everything he was doing was okay...With the light of their cooking soup licking their bodies, Lanister waited silently, nervously, for Nevayah to expose him to her as he had her to him, beginning to get "close enough."
