Intellectually, he’d probably known. Brunnhilde, unlike him, would see no reason to marry without love; her agreement was in itself a declaration. But it still seemed momentous: this woman loved him, and said so, without needing manipulation or tricks. “I won’t.”
He didn’t bother with soap when his hands started to trace muscles and stroke her skin, memorizing details he already knew. Actual washing could come later, or not, because the priority now was simply enjoying her. “And I know you won’t.”
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Date: 2019-06-28 02:26 am (UTC)He didn’t bother with soap when his hands started to trace muscles and stroke her skin, memorizing details he already knew. Actual washing could come later, or not, because the priority now was simply enjoying her. “And I know you won’t.”