In one of the manse’s many training halls, instead of the echoing cracks and booms of fists pounding flesh and steel, there were soft sighs and heavy panting.
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Alessa crouched atop her sparring her partner, her look wild and feral. She ran her fingers through his hair, her eyes meeting his while her tongue explored the inside of his mouth.
Her skin felt electric as she felt his fingertips drifting both above and beneath her t-shirt, drifting lower, but seeming stopping at her pant’s buckle. Teasing but never going further. Waiting patiently for her to make the next move.
Alessa was having one ‘those’ moments. One of those frustrating, wonderful, brilliant, confusing moments where she finally figured something out but she knew she’d never understand how or what she’d figured out and was just a little afraid that she would never be able to repeat the process, even if she had a gun to her head.
Part of it was due to certain linkages in timing and logic present that would take her at least few hours more to even begin figuring out. Most of it was down to the fact everything had happened and was happening just a little to fast for her to catch up.
And she, Alessa, was kind of preoccupied trying to remember how buttons and zippers worked as she attempted to hurriedly remove the man’s clothes.
It wasn’t all fun and games though, while her body went through the motions there was a part of Alessa’s brain that had stepped back. Shell shocked, and slightly horrified, unsure of how much of what was happening she was okay with, and how much of what she was doing was ready for.
Alessa’s romantic life prior to this was more or less non-existent. Her sexual experience could be summarized by a few awkward forays in her early teens and one especially confusing experience with an older fellow that she’d kind of liked, but had had wife who liked her even more. Which didn’t work out for reasons she couldn’t quite understand to this day.
In short she had just enough sexual experience to be able to say she technically had some, but barely any understanding of the nuances of relationships beyond what she heard from the local gossip and read in the stories in the mansion's expansive library.
If she knew more she’d like have been able to explain how nearly getting impaled had result in the wave of violent hyper arousal and the berserker like state that finally led to her a)admitting her feelings for the man and b)more or less headbutting him into the ground in her regrettably haphazard attempt to kiss him.
It helped that she knew from the urgings of Miss Elena and her big sis Tam that she had people rooting for her here. However along with being encouraging it also muddled things terribly.
As She straddled the man, she found herself asking if she was doing this because she wanted to or because she kind of felt she had to. That the answer was both didn’t help things.
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It wasn’t that she minded a marriage born out of duty, for the sake of the village, after all it had always been a possibility that she’d grown up with. And the fact that she actually seemed to be into the other person by quite a lot should have a plus.
Yet there she was in her head, wondering if she was pushing things, or moving to quickly. Wondering if she shouldn’t slow down and confirm whether she wanted to do things this way, though at the very least she knew she wanted to do them.
Though She was still sure, she was probably having some not insignificant amount of fun, it was a bit like being on roller coaster that she’d only accidentally boarded, after mistaking it for a train.
Fun, but fun scary, with everything happening so fast that she wasn’t sure if she was screaming because she was happy, or screaming because she was scared.
She was weighing options and questioning her decisions and judgements all while the damned man made her blood feel it was turning into lightning and her skin feel like it was on fire.
A deep rumbling voice from inside her shouting at the top of its lungs that this was happening, unsure whether it was a scream of jubilation or fear. Her reason, taking further steps back and dissecting the moments that led up to this one and every interactions she’d had with the man she was currently grinding against.
Normally this would be the point where she’d imagine some sage piece of advice grandmother would say if she were here, but for whatever reason all she could envision right now was the old woman rooting like she was at a horse race, that she’d bet money. Shouting “don’t fuck it up now, momma’s got everything riding on this!”
Her thoughts moved back in forth between continuing and stopping, between just going with the flow or waiting till she felt more ready for whatever was happening.
She was undecided and just a little scared of how fast everything was suddenly moving. A small voice of inner commentary wondering how she’d gotten to here, from just wanting a little help on a particularly difficult move set.
Finally she heard another voice that broke through the storm that was building up inside her head.
“You don’t seem too into this...”
“H-, huh?...No, I’m.. fi-”
The lie was halted as she accidentally bit her tongue, still in tizzy, her body and mind physically confused. Her voice coming high and breathy and immeasurably tense.The copper sweetness of her blood mingling with the mellow sourness of the fruit candy the man had been chewing before they’d started kissing.
She blinked, her forehead feeling like it was on fire. She could tell she’d been scrunching her face again, because her browline was aching something fierce.
She was pushed back onto the mats and found herself sitting across from Billy, who she’d somehow managed to strip down to his boxers without noticing. Too caught up in her own thoughts.
Billy put his hands on her shoulders and smiled, his expression as soft and foreboding as it was when he was teaching her the move seat.
“Nh...Look, I just got texted about a thing, so I kind of have to go right now. Like right now, right now. When you want to continue this….If you want to continue this. You know where to find me.”
Alessa blinked as the rush of hormones that set her blood on fire faded and she returned to her senses. Slightly mortified, slight disappointed and slightly relieved.
“Er...um...yeah….till then?” said Alessa. With no clue when ‘then’ would be.
Billy nodded and smiled for a second time, his look peaceful and sleepy and then he was simply gone his words lingering, echoing through the training hall though the man himself was absent.
“...Till then.”
Alessa watched him go, staring at the empty space where he’d been standing. Then she fell back onto her back. Groaning.
Now that her initial dilemma was over, she now had to figure out whether to be happy that everything stopped before things were ruined somehow, or disappointed that they’d stopped before things got good, or simply just chalk it up to just another confusing life experience.
“Fuck!”
The hall echoed with her cry of frustration and the sound of her fist pounding the mat.