Magni's breath escape her in a quiet rasp, and she nods very slightly before she leans closer, pulling her wife flush against her, so she can murmur in her ear. The warmth of their skin pressed together, the smooth softness of her skin, the shapes and contours of her dear heart.
Low, almost soft enough that the quiet splash of the water around them could drown it out, if not for how very close they were. "You are Jarl, here. When we were like this. You rule here, because I— I am as I am, and I am afraid of wounding you heart or your body. I could not forgive myself if I did that. When we are together, you rule, always. I am yours to command, and I won't— I won't do anything without your approval." So hushed, her lips grazing the shell of Rani's ear as she speaks, before she eases back very slightly. "I— would like to move against you more, with your permission."
She's nervous, yes, but this is important. They both want this, that much is obvious, but she doesn't want to be the ruler, here, and Rani to feel she must comply as her wife. Rani is too important, for that.
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Low, almost soft enough that the quiet splash of the water around them could drown it out, if not for how very close they were. "You are Jarl, here. When we were like this. You rule here, because I— I am as I am, and I am afraid of wounding you heart or your body. I could not forgive myself if I did that. When we are together, you rule, always. I am yours to command, and I won't— I won't do anything without your approval." So hushed, her lips grazing the shell of Rani's ear as she speaks, before she eases back very slightly. "I— would like to move against you more, with your permission."
She's nervous, yes, but this is important. They both want this, that much is obvious, but she doesn't want to be the ruler, here, and Rani to feel she must comply as her wife. Rani is too important, for that.