"There really is much left to prove," he replied, lifted his head and turned around on his side. He ran his hand up her leg, feeling that their detour into the past was coming to a close. "I need to do right by you, in so many ways." He needed to be good to her, be good for her, keep her safe and alive—he would not say it out loud after his prior statements, but it was on his mind. If they were to continue with their experiments, that was his responsibility. He could not afford failure. He was concerned he would fail, in some way he did not yet understand. She was different from what he knew and would need different things from him. Beginnings were winged by passion, but he did not plan for this to be a short-lived dalliance. She held so naturally to her convictions; her authenticity was a part of her he was not sure she was entirely aware of. It shone like a beacon in the night to everyone else with eyes.
He was not that steadfast. What were really his convictions? Samuel often struggled to know them. She just embodied them. The only danger for her was allowing others to strongarm her into acting despite herself. He needed to aspire to do better. "Hold me to that," he entreated her. His cheek was at the soft inside of her thigh, then his mouth. He would not say more on that. Time was ticking away from them. He was more determined than ever—he needed to make things right. Getting bitten by his past actions was not a tolerable option anymore. Neither was leaving to escape imprisonment.
He needed to stay here and get himself on steady ground, whatever the cost. Themis was above him and under his hands, at his lips, alive and warm in the dark. Everything in him was flowing towards her now and he surrendered to it easily and naturally. He thought back to the first time in his office earlier and he was very glad to have accepted her invitation tonight, for they had never before so belonged to each other as they did now.
He was not that steadfast. What were really his convictions? Samuel often struggled to know them. She just embodied them. The only danger for her was allowing others to strongarm her into acting despite herself. He needed to aspire to do better. "Hold me to that," he entreated her. His cheek was at the soft inside of her thigh, then his mouth. He would not say more on that. Time was ticking away from them. He was more determined than ever—he needed to make things right. Getting bitten by his past actions was not a tolerable option anymore. Neither was leaving to escape imprisonment.
He needed to stay here and get himself on steady ground, whatever the cost. Themis was above him and under his hands, at his lips, alive and warm in the dark. Everything in him was flowing towards her now and he surrendered to it easily and naturally. He thought back to the first time in his office earlier and he was very glad to have accepted her invitation tonight, for they had never before so belonged to each other as they did now.
