"Lots of things," she grinned, leaning forward to kiss him again while she debated letting him in on her thoughts. It certainly couldn\'t hurt, she supposed, and she was flattered he was interested in such things - he\'d never seemed perturbed by it before. Frankly, no-one besides Dagger had ever even asked what she was thinking (and even that had been rare and underpinned with devious motives) unless it was over a strategy table or during a meeting with the king (which hardly counted like this request did). It made her feel warm inside that he\'d asked, even if it was a politely rhetorical question, or because he wondered why she\'d said the last thing she had. She would give him more than that.
"Firstly, I was thinking that this should come off," she began, stopping to get his shirt off him entirely, then wrapping her arms around him and pressing her breasts again his chest with a shiver of delight, "because we\'ll go for a swim and get cleaned up before we head out again - we don\'t want to be sticky for the rest of the day," she giggled, automatically placing gentle kisses on his cheeks, his ears or his throat as she talked to him. The soft globes of her breasts were flattened deliciously against the rough hairs over his chest (even though there weren\'t all that many) and she leaned her elbows on his shoulders as she rubbed them languourously against him, running her fingers through his hair.
"Plus, I love the way you feel against me. I was thinking about how much I love your roughness overall, really. Your hands... the calluses are even harder than mine, they feel fabulous on my skin. They make mine seem... I dunno\', feminine, I guess? I\'m not used to feeling like that, but you make me feel it, especially when you\'re - and I know this will likely sound weird, but basically, the rougher you are with me, the more... feminine? Delicate, maybe... I feel. Especially while we\'re having sex; I loved the way you grabbed my hair and did this," she informed him, touching her well-loved throat again, leaning back so that he could see what she was talking about and her point would be clear.
She took a moment to gather her thoughts and try to recall everything else she\'d been thinking, realising with slight trepidation that the rest wasn\'t as lighthearted as the first lot of her thoughts but trying not to worry about it. He\'d asked, after all. Her gaze was briefly cast skyward as she thought this, finding she felt better about talking when she\'d leaned forward and started hugging him once again, too.
"Um... what else was there? I guess, connected to that was the thought that you\'d marked me and that I am yours, I... the more I get to know you, the more I care for you. I wasn\'t sure really, how much you were even interested in me - sometimes it felt as if we were kind of... a convenient match, rather than something willing, but the longer I\'m with you, the better I feel. I\'m not interested in having another one way love affair, that\'s for sure, and sometimes you\'re really... hard to figure out. You get preoccupied, I know that, but I was beginning to worry that I didn\'t really inspire any strong feelings in you, that we were just convenient, as I said... " she trailed off momentarily, wondering if he\'d have anything to say to these thoughts. Her forehead was pressed against his shoulder now, her words bordering on shy but definitely audible. She realised suddenly she hadn\'t explained that thought very well, so continued quickly, without giving him a chance to speak after all.
"Oh! But what I mean is that after this - and the past couple of days, really - I see that you actually are interested in me, that we have passion. I want you madly, all the time, I love touching you and kissing you and being intimate with you, but it was like you had to have specific conditions before I was permitted to touch you and sometimes," she sighed, finding the courage to deliver this final message while looking at him, "that frustrated me because there was no need coming from you, no spontaneity... no passion. So I was just thinking I feel a lot better now, because you can let loose, so it gives me hope that I\'m not alone in... in feeling what... I feel... for you."
She had the strongest urge to tell him that sometimes she loved him, that she was pretty sure she was falling in love with him, and that she\'d been to see Dagger recently. She wanted to say that seeing him had challenged her into thinking about her life, Kysis and Dagger in all sorts of horrible ways, but that she was finally coming to realise where her head and her heart were at (whenever Kysis gave signs that she wasn\'t casting herself out there all alone, that was). She wanted to tell him that as long as he kept meeting her halfway, rather than shutting her out of his thoughts and away from his body, that she knew they could have a fabulous life together, marriage or not.
But she couldn\'t say any of that, it was far too much. Blushing, she gave a self-conscious giggle and blurted out the next thing that popped into her head and logically flowed (that wasn\'t soul-revealing) on from her previous statements. "Although, if I don\'t start resisting you soon, I\'ll arrive in Kreos pregnant and I don\'t think the first conversation I want to have with your parents is about how they\'ll be grandparents in a few months!" she laughed, the colour in her cheeks only darkening. Oh great, how the Hell did she fall to that as a decent way to finish off her thoughts? She bit her lower lip and looked to her left at nothing in particular, because she was embarrassed and flustered and really quite scared about how he\'d react to all that he\'d heard.