She turns her back to the paddock, leaning her shoulders against the fence, and lets herself reach out to pick up Eskel's curled fist in both her hands so she can coax his fingers to spread out again.
"Eskel," she starts, looking down at his fingers, "do you know why I like you?" A beat, and then she huffs. "There are many reasons why I like you. Do you know why I would like to take you to bed?"
She looks up at him again, her hazel-green eyes meeting his golden ones boldly. "Your body appeals to me, it's true. I think you could be capable of much gentleness if you tried. But more than that, you are not intimidated by me. I do not frighten you. You do not want to dominate me, to tame me, to make me a wife and a mother. You look at me and see me as I am, not as what the world wishes me to be. I am rough, myself. I am impatient and stubborn. I speak plainly and do not consider how my words might offend until they have already left my lips.
"We all have regrets about things we have done, or left undone. I do not ask you to stay for me, to keep a home for me, to do anything more than remember me fondly in the years to come."
She tugs his hand until he extends his arm enough that she can place his palm firmly on her hip, laying her own atop it to keep it in place.
"You do not have to accept my offer. I will not be angry if you do not. But know that it is open to you tonight, or maybe the next, until our paths part again."
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Date: 2020-09-02 04:49 pm (UTC)"Eskel," she starts, looking down at his fingers, "do you know why I like you?" A beat, and then she huffs. "There are many reasons why I like you. Do you know why I would like to take you to bed?"
She looks up at him again, her hazel-green eyes meeting his golden ones boldly. "Your body appeals to me, it's true. I think you could be capable of much gentleness if you tried. But more than that, you are not intimidated by me. I do not frighten you. You do not want to dominate me, to tame me, to make me a wife and a mother. You look at me and see me as I am, not as what the world wishes me to be. I am rough, myself. I am impatient and stubborn. I speak plainly and do not consider how my words might offend until they have already left my lips.
"We all have regrets about things we have done, or left undone. I do not ask you to stay for me, to keep a home for me, to do anything more than remember me fondly in the years to come."
She tugs his hand until he extends his arm enough that she can place his palm firmly on her hip, laying her own atop it to keep it in place.
"You do not have to accept my offer. I will not be angry if you do not. But know that it is open to you tonight, or maybe the next, until our paths part again."