She raked her heels up the back of his thighs and he lost control, grinding between her legs, feeling her heat through the rough cloth of his trousers. He made a mess of her ties, finally just jerking down the neckline of her robe enough to nip his way toward her breasts. She was quiet, panting, finally whimpering once when he had sucked one nipple to a point, and one-handed he shoved his trousers to his knees. Something hollowed in his chest when he slid into her, enough that he paused, sheathed in her tight—Maker, she was tight—he gave a long moan against her temple and began to move, linking his hands beneath her hips and lifting her to coax more whimpers from her throat.
Later he watched her, her head tipped a little away from him as she began to doze. The moonlight made her skin glow, picking out cleanly the spikes of her tattoos, but there were pine needles stuck into her white hair and they made her seem more like a person. He touched her cheek, his fingers dark, and she opened her eyes.
"Did you ever have a name?" He watched her gaze become grave and waited, sliding his fingertips to barely touch her chin.
"Why?" her voice was open enough to allow the bitterness in, but she glanced at him and he saw how her expression softened. He smiled at her, a foolish smile, and stroked his thumb over her chin, suppressing the urge to kiss her cheek.
"I was… I was called Sidona Andras."
He gave in, moved closer to her, and kissed her cheek. She looked up at him with her eyes still soft, trusting perhaps, and he kissed her mouth slow and gentle for the first time.
AN: A million thanks to jessica_jones for betaing this! and thanks to all of you for your patience on my brief Blood Ties hiatus. I have not abandoned it, I promise!