L O S T
Aro's eyes lifted toward her Mistress, without her head moving so much as an inch, devotion laced in her expression. Why had she ever sought to flee? Stupidity and pride, most likely. But now, in this moment, it was the last thing on her mind.
Her fingers slowed for a second, it had been quite some time since she'd properly tended to someone in this way and naturally that brought about aches of their own; but she made up for it with her lips, which pressed a little more firmly.
It felt as though a hand was running through her hair, petting her, encouragingly. Her eyes closed ever so slightly, and immediately her therapeutic fingers resumed their dance along her skin. For a moment the girl nuzzled her Mistress' feet, a genuine smile taking over her usually reserved expression.
And in that moment, Siobhan owned the girl's heart and spirit, not just her physical state.
[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]
Her fingers slowed for a second, it had been quite some time since she'd properly tended to someone in this way and naturally that brought about aches of their own; but she made up for it with her lips, which pressed a little more firmly.
It felt as though a hand was running through her hair, petting her, encouragingly. Her eyes closed ever so slightly, and immediately her therapeutic fingers resumed their dance along her skin. For a moment the girl nuzzled her Mistress' feet, a genuine smile taking over her usually reserved expression.
And in that moment, Siobhan owned the girl's heart and spirit, not just her physical state.
[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]