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[For Shadow]

Ainsley normally had issues with saying too much and not stopping soon enough and going on and on and on and now, to her horrible surprise, it seemed like not only was she talking entirely too much, but she was also telling the truth. And while that wasn't so bad around people who already knew her political and personal leanings, there was a teensy, tiny, little problem.

That happened to be her personal life.

And oh, God, she was so not looking forward to any of those questions. It wasn't as if she wanted to hide, either. That would just make her look more guilty as she'd grown used to seeing certain people every day, especially now that she lived in a hut far, far closer to them.

Like a certain man she happened to be dating. There was that issue, of course.

Oh dear God in heaven, why couldn't Ainsley have just been struck mute?

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He went in after her and shut the door, managing to wait until she was finished with the bed before taking a few quick steps over to her and catching her in a kiss.

"We can do the blindfold next," he murmured against ehr mouth as he put his arm around her waist and pulled her flush against him. "We can do it all, everything you think about."

Ainsley leaned into his body, back arching as her front pushed against him and she gazed up at him with her mouth parted, her eyes wide. "Let's start with the riding and then move on to other activities," she decided, leaning up on her toes to kiss him desperately, a flush to her cheeks that wouldn't go away.

She pulled away from the kiss with a murmur of longing, a smile on her lips. "What do you want to do, most?"

"Let's." He kissed her again, mouth open against hers as he slid his hands under her shirt to run them up along her sides so he can push it over her breasts.

"I want to go down on you," Shadow murmured against her mouth without reservation, though there's no telling if he'd have said it otherwise, if she hadn't asked him.

Ainsley felt her whole body shiver at the words and her eyes shut as she kissed back, moaning with agreement at her approval of the idea and how she definitely could encourage him along with that. "Please, yes," she exhaled against his mouth, leaning down to the bed and grasping a fistful of his shirt in the process.

With a soft sound he followed her tug toward the bed, leaning over her as he they kissed deeply. His hands pushed her shirt up higher, reluctantly pulling away just long enough so he could urge it up over her head and off. "You're so beautiful," he murmured as he leaned in to kiss her again, wide hands skimming down over her breasts, her back. It was hard to resist the urge to just press in too close and too quickly. They had time, enough time, all the time in the world. "You're so- fuck, Ainsley."

Ainsley was breathing deeper as she leaned back, her shoulderblades pinching together slightly as she arced her shoulders and watched him with half-lidded eyes, feeling the praise on her own lips. She ran a splayed palm up his chest and tilted her chin up to capture an even deeper kiss, moaning softly. "So're you," she murmured quietly.

He gives himself over into the kiss with a groan, holding her close as he palms her breast through her bra. The bandages rasped against the fabric as he rolled his thumb over her nipple as he nipped lightly at her bottom lip.

"Are your hands going to be okay, doing this?" Ainsley asked breathlessly, feeling the bandages on her skin (evoking goosebumps along her arms) and she reached back with an arch of her back to slowly unhook her bra and get it to the side.

He nodded and then pulled his shirt up over his head and off. It was only the one palm he couldn't really use; they'd be alright.

After getting his shirt off, he looked at her for a moment, breathing hard. "Okay. On the bed with us."

"The bed is a very good place," Ainsley agreed breathlessly, glancing behind them and sitting herself down before wiggling her way up to just sit at the head of the bed and wait for him, her knees drawn together and ankles far apart. "What are we doing first?"

He slipped his shoes and socks off then clambered onto the bed with her. "First, I think, we're going to get the reset of our clothes off, rather than put it off and make them a bother later," Shadow pointed out, and then the honesty business forced him to add a moment later. "Also, you naked is one of my favorite things, and I'd like that to be the case for as long as possible."

"I think naked is my favorite way to see you, too," she admitted truthfully, but that came out slightly bashful as it wasn't the sort of thing a person just openly admitted like that. "All of you, which still makes me boggle that you're so incredible and you wanted me."

He ducked his head and smiled at that, and he could feel his neck and ears heating up in a blush. But then Shadow looked up at her with his gray eyes as he reached over and skimmed her knee lightly. "I look at you, and look at you, and you continue to astonish me. Naked and not."

He spread his hands. "I'm the bastard of a Norse god, didn't go to college and used to work construction. You are so sharp and so bright with this fierce light, and you know so much. I don't know why you give me the time of day." He kissed her knee again, because he wanted to keep looking at her, even if he couldn't stop talking. "I am so very glad of it though."

"Education isn't everything that makes up a person," she insisted quietly, the silence around them acting like a silk cushion for her words. "Their values, their beliefs, their acts, that is what makes a person worthy of greatness. And you may have no college education, but Shadow, you are a man of greatness," she said, voice trembling slightly with the import of her words. "Because you act the part."

She eased back, nudging off her jeans very slowly to get herself down to the smallest item of clothing.

He let a small sound at that, somewhere between astonishment and disbelief. At the idea of it, the hitch in her voice when she said it, that someone could believe that, honestly believe that about him.

He eased himself out of his jeans, then leaned forward to cup her cheek and press a gentle kiss against her mouth. "I love you," Shadow murmured to her. "I love you."

Ainsley curled into the kiss, her body moving slowly to form to his and she smiled softly. "I love you too," she whispered back and meant it wholly, running her palms up his arms as she slowly spun their bodies until she could be on top.

He let her turn them around and press him against the bed and settled his hands against her hips as he looked up at her with that long blond hair of hers catching the morning light.

"What do you want to do now?" He asked almost playfully, just to hear what she'd say.

That long blonde hair of hers definitely needed a trimming by now, before she could apply to be Rapunzel at your nearest fairytale castle. She bit her lip as she stared down at him, at all of him, and felt her breath catch in her throat. "I think I want you to blindfold me, because now that I've said it, I can't get it out of my head."

He opened his mouth to point out that she might have a hard time balancing on top with the blindfold on, but then he just nodded and ran his palms along her thighs.

She wanted this, they'd work it out. "Alright, we'll do that. Make it real good for you." He tipped his head to glance at the rest of her house. "Have you got a scarf or something to use?"

"There should be a shawl over in my pile of clothes." It was a fairly obvious description for exactly what it was, a stack of clothes in the corner -- some folded, some not -- and amongst them ought to have been a navy-blue almost transparent shawl.

reluctantly, he got off the bed and padded over to the mentioned corner, carefully picking through the clothes until he comes back with the shawl. "It's pretty," he commented absently as he folded it into blindfold size then lifted it up.

He met her eyes and then gently pushed a wisp of her hair out of her face. "Okay?"

She closed her eyes and let herself adjust to the darkness and the sensation and she nodded carefully. "Okay," she agreed, her voice shaking with adrenaline and not fear, for which she was so extremely glad. "Okay, it's perfect," she praised, hands searching out the bed and then him.

He tied it carefully against the back of her head, walking that fine line between loose enough to fall off and too tight.

Then Shadow pulled back to look at her, smile widening as her finger skim blindly over his chest and shoulders. "How's it feel?" He murmured as he leaned in to kiss her again while his hand curled around to rest against the curve of her ass.

"Well, it's dark but comfortable," she assessed, knowing that she wasn't even going to dare try walking around. "And oddly comforting to know that I don't have to think of what I look like naked because I keep getting glimpses of it."

"You look good naked," Shadow told her, an easy truth as he skimmed one hand down to circle over her nipple lightly then leaned down to suck it into his mouth for a few moments, brushing his tongue over it.

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