Mature warning! - Like… sex scene mature.
Rowan
I laid in my bed, not capable of sleep. These past days had been sluggish, something was just wrong without her there. I thought back to three days ago. It was the first time I had seen her torso in proper light. I had known her relationship with her husband was bad and probably abusive, but even the word abuse seemed like an understatement when you saw her arms, her neck, especially when you knew that wolves heal easily and rarely scar, and that they were from before dungeon 13, before her rogue days. Her neck and wrists had burn marks that scared me, if they looked that bad after 600 years of healing I didn't want to know what they had looked like or what had happened, but it looked to be silver burns. I sprawled out on my back and looked at the ceiling, then there was a soft knock. The knock Nymeria always seemed to use. I held my breath for a second, and went to the door, opening to see Nymeria standing there.
Nymeria
Rowan hugged me as soon as the door opened, he had missed me as I had him. I hugged back, his warmth seeping into me. When he let go I walked in, closing the door behind me. Rowan towered over me as we stood by the closed door, his body just a few centimeters from mine. I moved first, wrapping my arms around his neck. I stood on my tiptoes, just looking into his eyes for a moment before I let my lips meet his. Careful, gentle. I slowly separated my lips, licking his to request access. He still wasn't holding me, though I saw his hands wavering over my hips. As he separated his lips, and I slowly entered his mouth, carefully exploring the insides, I let go of his neck with one arm, stroking my hand against his, I took it in mine and placed it on my side, under my shirt. I separated my mouth from his, leaned my forehead against his as he panted. He hadn't figured out that he could breathe through his nose.
"It's okay." I said. "I know you won't hurt me." He met my eyes, and briefly pressed his lips to mine, but grabbed my hand, pulling me over to the large bed. We stood at the end of the bed, breathing, looking into each other's eyes for what might have been an hour or ten seconds. His hands were on my waist, mine on his neck- until he slightly tugged on the edge of the t-shirt I was wearing. I removed my arms from his neck, lifting them above my head to give him access to pull it off. He took a few seconds to figure it out, but soon my shirt was pulled off and tossed to the other side of the room. I didn't waste time, unbuttoning his pajama shirt quickly, while slightly pressing my leg to his crotch. I tossed his shirt to a different end of the room, and pressed my palm to his bare chest. I pushed him down onto the bed and watched as he crawled up on the bed as I released my hair from the braid I kept it in. I took off my pants and got up on the bed, crawling up over him. We were face to face, heavily breathing.
"If you don't want this, that's okay. We can stop." I said before touching him. Virginity. I remember fantasizing about losing it as a teen, then keeping it to myself for over fifty years- until it was torn away from me. I didn't think he was unwilling, but I wanted to make it clear it was okay not to be ready, or not to wish for physical intimacy.
He looked me in the eyes, and I almost let mine show. Almost let him see me. His lips met mine softly. I sat down upon him and pulled off my bra, straight over the head to avoid the awkwardness if I failed to clip it off. His eyes wandered over my chest, but he stayed still.
"It's okay. You can touch me. I won't break." I knew he wouldn't hurt me. My first time with Thane was terrible. I had tried to struggle, and he had broken both my arms and done it anyways.
Rowan lifted a shaky hand, and I looked into his bluey-green eyes as it stroked my cheek. Gentle. I leaned into the touch, warmth emitting from his hand. He was so different from anything I had ever known, but he felt... right. Everything about him was right. First when I met him he had reminded me of Thane, but the difference was obvious. Rowans hair was lighter, slightly longer than Thanes had ever been. He was taller by at least half a decimeter, and his eyes were completely different from Thanes dark brown ones- plus it was clear Rowan was more handsome, had a stronger build, and their personalities were not even remotely alike. How would my life had looked if I had met Rowan when I was young? I knew it was impossible, he hadn't lived at that time, but I couldn't help but think of it.