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- Posted: Sat, 09 Feb 2013 03:42:58 +0000
Location: The Counts Arms (Gaia) ~ (click for current Outfit)
Casie couldn't help it her neck arched back, red tresses dancing in waves over his diligently working wrist and hands as she gave a throaty laugh. "Mhmmm...." His fingers dug into her corded knots and she felt them willingly unraveling for him, "... I had a feeling the odds were good, after all your hands aren't exactly novices when it comes to touching me in ways that I tend to rather like." Resting her arms on her knees palms up she closed her eyes for a moment and just relaxed into the brief pampering. Taking nice deep calming breaths in and out she let her torso lean back into the massage, not slumping, but so completely responsive to his ministrations that if he moved his palms away she'd collapse back against his chest in a limp heap the next moment all the same. It just felt so good to drop her guard for a moment and try to re-collect herself, best of all she was doing it subconsciously the bonding and the imprinting had cemented a level of trust that had far reaching effects on scales both minute and grand. Raziel was a new center for her in the eye of the storms, a being out side of herself that was safe, and yet could keep her safe, a previous impossibility. The feelings of contentment she got from being in his presence, of gratitude for his strength as hands that were gentle but strong stroked across her skin... her happiness in him and this moment radiated like a soft pulse from Casie. She sat there utterly unwound like a happy cat making reverberating thrumming sound in her chest, not quite a purr but reminiscent of one, interrupted occasionally by soft little moans when he'd rub a bunch of stiffness out just the right way.
It was after about five minutes of relative silence that it became apparent, her mind had been immersed in the quagmire that was 'determining their next move' taking advantage of her physical and emotional bliss to try and untangle the most logical course. Letting out a small sigh she began, "I fear the level of cynicism I displayed at times during my brief servitude to Freya is going to make her doubt my conviction. It took viewing love, through the eyes of my birth mother's lifetime of memories, to get me to acknowledge how irrevocably head over heals I am for you. To find mere words to convey these emotions and convince the Goddess of such after the way I behaved before is... daunting. Yet forcing her to accept that my heart and soul are devoted so entirely to you and our family that it is impossible for me to remain sworn to her the way I currently am... is essential. It's the only leverage point that is safe to reveal. Nothing I learned at Bálhringr Hæð about either my real of false parentage would do me more good then harm as a weapon of knowledge in the hands of an Asgardian. I won't risk the advantage that is Odin's current obliviousness, not even with someone that I hope to someday play against him to his downfall. Potential ally against that jackass or not I won't trust Freya with such a secret."