He gave an awkward shrug. All his years of life and it had never been even an issue, a concern or anything he even thought about. And here it was just a constant...thing, that not only did he not belong, he was fundamentally broken in some way everyone else found so easy.
Gadriel did not want to stop looking at her or touching her. There was something fascinating, in general, to him about female bodies, after spending centuries around men who looked like him, or were hollowed out servitors. The whole...geometry of their bodies was captivating. But it was more than just that, or the textures of her skin, or the warm animal scent he could catch on her, it was the way she just was--neither modest or wanton, but something in between--a confidence that she was beautiful and desirable.
He let her hands cover his, or try to, as he skimmed his hands down her thighs, along that seam where they joined her body, and then upward, bracing one hand next to her head on the edge of the couch as he bent closer, seeking another kiss for a long moment, and then pulled away, so she could meet his eyes. "It is not too much." It was the best thing he had ever felt in his decades of fighting, as far back as he could remember, and he wished he could show that to her, slipping one hand down the soft plane of her belly, between her thighs. "Tell me what you want."
FTR he would totally do that with her
Gadriel did not want to stop looking at her or touching her. There was something fascinating, in general, to him about female bodies, after spending centuries around men who looked like him, or were hollowed out servitors. The whole...geometry of their bodies was captivating. But it was more than just that, or the textures of her skin, or the warm animal scent he could catch on her, it was the way she just was--neither modest or wanton, but something in between--a confidence that she was beautiful and desirable.
He let her hands cover his, or try to, as he skimmed his hands down her thighs, along that seam where they joined her body, and then upward, bracing one hand next to her head on the edge of the couch as he bent closer, seeking another kiss for a long moment, and then pulled away, so she could meet his eyes. "It is not too much." It was the best thing he had ever felt in his decades of fighting, as far back as he could remember, and he wished he could show that to her, slipping one hand down the soft plane of her belly, between her thighs. "Tell me what you want."