Laboratory Beta
The teenager sighed, relief and delight flooding through him. He found himself grinning, a little smug in the knowledge and perhaps more than a little proud.
“Good! I thought that you had, uh… I’m g-glad,” he admitted with a nervous laugh, the young man finding himself a bit shy. That he should be that way after what they’d just done seemed a bit ridiculous but this experience they’d shared was new, the intimacy hardly planned or expected. It had been fantastic, he thought, but now that the heat of the moment had passed, he found himself vulnerable before her and he hadn’t even bared himself to her. Fionn was vulnerable and shy but also incredibly pleased.
He cradled her against himself, breathing her in. The salty smell of sweat clung to her as surely as it did to him, albeit there was something else underpinning it for her, difficult to place but he liked it. He liked it a lot. However, the blond was now more fully aware of the condition of his body, damp and sticky, not pleasant now that he wasn’t distracted and things were beginning to cool. It would pass and he could live with it until he had a chance to clean up but it was something that they shared for the most part, albeit, the young man thought that he was the messier of the two. He’d have to let her clean up first before she went back to her work, although he didn’t want her to go, not yet. It couldn’t be put off indefinitely though, even if she had been picked up by a galdor.
A galdor who would certainly not have sanctioned this!
Maybe he should have felt guilty about it, betraying his sister’s trust — abusing it — but he found that he didn’t. They’d enjoyed themselves, experienced something wonderful together in this hellhole and most importantly, they hadn’t caused any harm. They hadn’t had sex so the kitchen maid wouldn’t get pregnant and they hadn’t interfered with anybody else, hadn’t ruined anybody’s life so there had been no harm in it. Fionn couldn’t imagine why he should feel sorry for what had just taken place — there was nothing to feel guilty or apologetic about. As it was, they now had a delicious little secret between them, something that was theirs — and theirs alone!
He sniggered when she said that she couldn’t move, his eyes drifting down to consider the position of her limbs and how much feeling she must have lost. Not that she’d seemed to have lost much of anything when she’d locked her knees around his hips and rutted against him. Just thinking about it widened the grin on his face, the expression a little dreamy because it was surreal; it was hard to believe that that had really happened. No doubt, he’d turn the memories over later in disbelief, wondering how he had gotten quite so lucky with Aurelie. This incident would definitely be providing some fuel for fantasies in the future — not that he’d be telling her that! The passive had no idea how she might take such information.
When she shifted and clambered off his lap, the youth groaned in disappointment before sighing with resignation, experimentally stretching out his own legs to ensure he still had feeling in them. Her absence in his lap was a loss to him, even though there was a dull ache where she had been from the pressure her body had placed on him but a lazy stretch made the blood flow back in a normal pattern. She settled against him from the side so the servant shifted an arm around her shoulders, leaning his head towards the top of hers. One of her fingers moved over his thigh and it made something beneath the surface shiver. He couldn’t again but... if she carried on, she might well get a rise out of him. At the very least, he was feeling pretty sensitive right now so the movements of her finger was… conspicuous. He made a grumbling sound that might have been a protest if it had managed to sound irritated instead of appreciative. He couldn’t deny that it was quite nice but also stimulating, something for which he wasn’t able right now.
Her ‘confession’ drew a snort from him, Fionn turning his head so he could give her a sidelong look, brows raising.
“Really? Blessed Lady, I’m glad that you told me or I wouldn’t have had a clue otherwise,” he responded dryly, corner of his mouth quirking up. He rolled his eyes, not sure that she’d see it but it was appropriate. His voice was softer and without a trace of sarcasm as he continued.
“Well, I like you too. So you know for posterity. Like you quite a bit actually. You’re all right — for a girl,” he told her, the tease slipping from his tongue as he blushed. He found it awkward to admit — not that it wasn’t true of course — but he felt that it should be said, the humour was just there to make it easier for him. Humour had always worked as a decent shield for him, although it had often gotten him smacked more than a sullen attitude ever had. At least he knew that if she hit him for his remark, it’d only be playful.
The youth stretched out a hand to halt her finger so she’d stop drawing patterns on his leg. He needed to concentrate and he didn’t need her distracting him like that, not when he had something he wanted to say before he thought better of it. He couldn’t expect her to know things if he didn’t tell her and there were things that he wanted to know as well. His cocky bravado wasn’t around to help him out, which was a shame; he could have really done with it right about now.
“Look, what we just did- I mean, you were- You have no idea how… how fantastic you were, I n-n-never expected- I’m grateful and I’m glad… I’m glad it happened,” Fionn explained in a rush, a smile in his voice. Belatedly, he realised that it sounded an awful lot as if a ‘but’ was going to come in somewhere.
“Did you… did you like it? Would you… would you want to do it again?” he asked hesitantly before continuing in something of a flustered panic. “N-N-Not now! Obviously! I’m not able- I mean, in the future, we could- If you wanted. You can say no, I wouldn’t- I don’t want you to feel that you’d have to do it if- I’m j-j-just as happy to kiss o-o-or even just talk! I don’t want- I don’t want…”
He didn’t know what he was trying to add, not the words anyway. In his head, he knew that he didn’t want her to feel pressured or coerced. He couldn’t convey that though, nor could he convey the paranoia that had taken root in him that what had just occurred might not have been something that Aurelie wanted. Sometimes you did things that you didn’t want to because it would please someone else and the teenager was all too aware that you could physically enjoy something even when you ultimately wanted to have said no to it. The youth was projecting, or he hoped that that was what he was doing. If she actually hadn’t wanted this then he’d die on the spot from horror and guilt.
It made him squirm where he sat, the fear and worry he felt not something that he could keep off his face either.