Skellig considers her question for a moment, and then he shakes his head, sighing as he realizes...
"No, you're not crazy. This...this is a different kind of..." He ponders how to explain it. "Sex does not always have to be this...this wild, hard, crazy experience." (Like every go of it that they've had together previously.) "Men will speak of it like it is some passionate...conquest, that is to be had with vigor and vitality. Strong and ruthless."
Pressing his lips again to her hand, her wrist, he smiles against her skin.
"But it can be like this, also. It is good like this - tender, and soft, and full of detail. I cannot put into words what it feels like, when your fingers run across my face...it is special. Private, intimate...it does not have to be shouted to carry across the waves or over walls...this is a different sort of passion...this is love. You are not crazy."
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"No, you're not crazy. This...this is a different kind of..." He ponders how to explain it. "Sex does not always have to be this...this wild, hard, crazy experience." (Like every go of it that they've had together previously.) "Men will speak of it like it is some passionate...conquest, that is to be had with vigor and vitality. Strong and ruthless."
Pressing his lips again to her hand, her wrist, he smiles against her skin.
"But it can be like this, also. It is good like this - tender, and soft, and full of detail. I cannot put into words what it feels like, when your fingers run across my face...it is special. Private, intimate...it does not have to be shouted to carry across the waves or over walls...this is a different sort of passion...this is love. You are not crazy."