Ilithyia sighed contentedly, leaning in to kiss Alstair again, awash in warm emotions. The night sky blazed with diamond-bright starts, mimicking the brilliance of her own heart. She snuggled into his side, leaning her head on his good shoulder, one hand protectively covering his scar. Mmm, I'm in love. Biting at her bottom lip to keep from grinning, she silently celebrated her victory. Yes! I've done it! Take that, you Brunnhold whores. And he wants me just as I am. Alstair's... appreciation of her looks had been made very clear.

Although she would have liked to stay longer, nuzzling Alstair's jaw, wrapped up in his arms, she couldn't. She had things to do in the morning. The previous day had been long and stressful, and she couldn't help but know that the next would be even worse, and she needed sleep. So, detaching herself,Ilyia sat up and stretched lightly, reaching for her top. However, before she donned it, she leaned over Alstair's prone form and stole another kiss.

"Mmm. I love you." She quickly pulled on the shirt, happy to be at least covered, and mischievously kissed him again. Now that she was allowed to kiss him, she really didn't want to stop. It was just so wonderful. Giving him one or two for the road, she finally stood and walked back down tot he stairs, headed to her bunk. Careful that no one on night duty saw her she dashed into the womens wing, the afterglow already fading.

Alioe, I just... stripping down again (it was odd to be undresses so often in one day), she changed into her nightdress, the adorable feelings fading with the heat Alstair's on her skin. Instead, she was left feeling very, very empty, missing nt only his presence but the amount of comfort he offered by just being together after-. Sitting on the edge of her bed, she wondered at herself, wondering why she had done something so... there were no words. I wanted to, but- I mean, but we've only known each other a week and... Her hands clutched at the shift, pulling it further over her knees, and she pulled at the neck, trying to make it cover her to the collarbone. She didn't want to be naked, or even undressed anymore. Tears started to form as she realized she had not been in a mental state to have made such a big decision. I'm not a virgin anymore. She said it to herself, realizing how much her innocence had been a part of her. It hurt to be alone, now that she knew what together was.

Curling up on her bed, knees tucked under her chin, she wheezed into the sheets, trying to stifle the rising sobs. But, but I wanted it! Why am I so sad? I was the one who told him to go on! Wiping at her eyes, she sniffled. That was it; she had chosen to give herself to him, and unlike most decisions, there was no undoing it. I wanted it. I did. I do... I think. She was confused, everything from the last week catching up with her, the riot, it's aftermath, all the conniving of Alstair's plots. She was run down, and sex was the the last straw. Hugging her pillow, Ilithyia waited for morning to come, alone, crying silently on her bunk.

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