Everything about this perfect world was still quite new to the young woman despite the fact that this was hardly her first time here in this winter wonderland. She still did not understand how it was that the magic worked here, how it was so readily available with hardly an effort from Andras himself. In the end, she supposed that there would hardly be any need for her to tend to that movement of her things on her own, the "old-fashioned" human way, part of her guessing that if the lodge were able to tend to those dirty dishes and whatever else those who came to stay in those many bedrooms within the place that had quickly become the harbor for so many wonderful memories and the home of so many unforgettable moments she had shared with Andras. Yet, all the same, Beylani was happy to move some of her own clothes here, not out of some fear that she would use too much of this magic she hoped to one day gain a deeper understanding of if such a thing were possible from a simple human woman, but purely because in doing so, this little log cabin would feel even more like her own little place, her own little slice of heaven away from the world she had been born in and raised to believe that the idea for a world beyond that one was nothing but a child's wild imagination. Beylani had grown up watching her two hard-working parents do all that they could to provide for each other and for their only child, and so it was perhaps only natural that while she was very much fascinated by the idea of a magic that could move her clothes here from the lodge, she still wanted to gather up those articles for clothing herself from that virtue of pride derived from having grown up believing in hard work, though such a task was far from what she would ever consider "hard work". So, when the fae man teases her about moving those clothes, a devilish smile etching into his handsome features as he reaches to touch a finger to her nose ever so briefly, she gives him an impish smile as that flame of defiance rises in her gaze."I will, thank you very much", she answers back, her sterling voice bold and playful despite her intentions to do just that. She wasn't entirely helpless in this world just as she wasn't back in her own, and she was more than happy to show that she enjoyed being able to take care of herself instead of being content to have that magic which seemed to be in every tree and every chilled winter breeze tend to whatever fleeting fancy she might have. As silly as it might seem, it was something that gave her that sense of control in her life when he so easily stole it away in those more... intimate moments.

For more reasons than simple fascination, she can remember well how the fae man had simply waved his hand over that stained and polished mahogany table in the dining room back at the lodge and how that single gesture had been enough to summon forth that delicious roast with vegetables and red wine, and her expression softens. That had been another first for the blue-eyed blonde woman as she allows for her thoughts to drift fleetingly to that afternoon after the attack on her life. That had been her first taste of the drink that she found herself surprising fond of. She hadn't really been of age then, but it wasn't like there was any way she could have gotten in trouble for indulging in that wine with the handsome fae man - though after that dinner on her birthday, she was certainly thankful that there'd only been that one glass instead of the four she'd had with each course that night. It was hard for her not to find that warmth washing over her in a new wave as the fondness of those memories found her. Here, she'd had her first real Kiss. It was nothing like she'd ever felt before with Brayden who had been the closest thing to a serious relationship she'd ever had. They'd kissed a time or two before, and perhaps there had been something in that first kiss she'd ever felt on blush-colored lips simply for the fact that she'd never been kissed by a boy before, but what had been in that very first kiss she had shared with Andras in those warm waters on the roof of that lodge was something else entirely. There had been something in it that left her wanting to never stop tasting his lips, awoke in her a desire she'd only ever read of in those romance novels baby blues had ventured through. For the young woman, there had been a fire set in her heart that night as those feelings she'd worked so hard at hiding finally broke through the gateway to her soul and flooded her every thought and dream. Denying them, trying to tell herself they weren't real, it was an impossible feat now and there was some relief in being able to admit to herself how she felt for Andras just as there was a whole new ache. Before last night, she never knew that pain in one's chest where it could almost physically hurt knowing that they could never be with the one that they loved. Now though, she knew all too well how it felt, and something in Beylani told her that she was only just beginning to understand just how much that it would hurt.

She is almost surprised with how that simple touch made those feelings that wrapped around her heart come to life with such a force that it threatened to steal her breath away. He was just so... gentle as those strong fingers that had once assisted the fae man's hands to kill another to save her one and only life that had nearly slipped away into that black oblivion which had been so frightfully close brush those elegant curls so carefully behind her ear, baby blue eyes looking into those hazel depths wishing near desperately that she might see what it was that he was thinking as he reaches for her then. Did he enjoy the softness of her skin against his hand anywhere near as much as she enjoyed that small gesture? Was there anything at all behind that gentle smile and the way that his hazel gaze seemed to look right into as though he might just be able to see in her own eyes all that she couldn't help but allow the rush through her when he was so close to her, when he was touching her? Part of her was almost desperately wanting to know what it was that might rest in his own heart for her, if it was anything anywhere near what it was that she held in her own for him and him alone. How she wished that just maybe there was even the smallest flicker of something, anything that made her mean something to him. She was almost completely certain that he did not feel exactly how she did, but just maybe there was the tiniest ember of affection beyond that which could easily exist between two beings that would never be more than friends at best. Beylani wanted to think that there was something in each kiss that would touch her lips, each gentle gaze he gave her... Surely friends did not look at one another in the same fashion that they did? And those words that she could never forget even if she tried..."She's mine, and you will not touch her"... If ever there had been a moment where she might have thought for even a second that he cared for her more than a companion, it had been that first moment. She'd been able to dismiss them back then though, having simply assumed that he'd only meant his friend. However, as she would find herself looking back to that night and the day that followed, she can't help but wonder now if there had been any truth to them at all. And then, there was that part of her that didn't want to know the truth, not daring to find out just how little she surely meant because the young woman knew that when the day came that she finally knew the truth she dreaded would find her much too soon, there would be no pretending anymore, and she wasn't ready for that. She needed a little more time to try and force herself back into that logical mind that his nearness and his touch seemed to overwhelm so that when he told her she was nothing more than a good friend to him and that this was all just something she'd conjured up on her own, she might just be okay.

Caught up in that moment, in that gentle yet passionate kiss, she feels only him around her. Finding herself wishing for a moment that he might enfold her with those wings and pull her close to him with no intentions of ever letting her go, she only gets lost further in the taste of his lips as she feels his hands on her hips tighten there slightly. Gods, how she wanted from him to feel the way that she did... Almost regrettably, she pulls away from him only to be greeted by that predatory gaze that sent a shiver through her slender frame and moments after, he is lifting her up effortlessly and places her on that bed. She tries not to let those fantasies overtake her, and yet the way that the firelight seems to dance over him has the young woman wishing for only the briefest moment that they were as they had been that afternoon when she'd found him sleeping in that room the fae man had so graciously given to her. She quickly pushes away the idea of how different things could have ended, instead turning every one of her senses onto Andras as he lingers over her only to begin kissing her again, driving that desire even deeper with every embrace of their lips He whispers to her then as the kissing stops for a moment as he moves to unzip her jacket as he whispers to her, prompting the blue-eyed blonde then to place that kiss on his own neck before rests her hand on his forearm as she reassured him she shared in his struggle of keeping her hands to herself when they were so alone. He leans down to her again, Beylani eagerly meeting those kisses before he moves them onto the pillows and she is tempted to curl into him then as they lay there on that bed together as she so often dreamt of. When he brings that wing over her, she can't help the want to brush her fingers against the flesh there and baby blue eyes watch as Andras seems to shudder beneath that touch as his eyes rolled closed for only a moment. Her curiosity at the fae man's reaction hardly had a moment to surface before it is overtaken by that warmth again and before she fully thinks it through, those three words fall from blush-colored lips in reply to his question, practically startling herself at how readily she would answer him. She wanted him... But it was more than that passionate yearning for his touch, his nearness. There was so much more to those words than they could ever say alone. She wanted him... to feel how she felt, think of her as she was always thinking of him... Most of all, she wanted him to love her, but not even the gods above could ever grant such a wishful wanting. No amount of magic could ever make him fall in love with her as she had so hopelessly fallen for him.

Hazel eyes snap open as they fall onto those soft baby blue depths of the young woman as she lay there in his arms, blonde locks a screw across the many pillows her head rested on, swearing then that she could see the same wanting in the one she'd secretly given her heart to. At first, she tries to tell herself she was only imagining it like she probably was everything else she foolishly hoped was real, but as her name leaves his lips in a subtle groan, she allows for herself to believe that there truly was that same desire in him that burned within the young woman. His lips find her own once more, more passionate and filled with want than before, his tongue brushing feverishly against her own as she feels his hand that had settled over her ribcage grip at her skin a little tighter and still he was gentle, holding back the strength that she knew they were capable of. He presses against her then and she feels a hardness between his hips that seemed to call on that desire within Beylani even more, something that she certainly hadn't ever felt before in her young adult life, even with Brayden. It was like his touch, the sound of his heavier breathing, his kisses that so drank her in with an eagerness unfamiliar, the feel of his body against hers awoke every one of her senses, commanded them to focus on him and only him. She feels those hands move over her white lace bra, electrifying her with every gentle stroke of those fingers against that wildly sensitive skin. He flicks her there at the tip and there is a soft whimper of pleasure that ripples through those nearly ragged breaths of her own as her entire body cries silently out to his own, her own hands suddenly traveling along his muscled arm, touching every part of it. He nips her lower lip then and it deepens her own desire, her own kisses as she refuses to break away from him. She feels that hand leave her breast, beginning a slow descent towards those nether-regions and she feels her heart race ever faster, electrified by the soft and gentle caress of his hand as it travels along her abdomen and lower still.

Breaths quicken when he has that button undone in a matter of seconds, a deep groan of his own ushering into her mouth as they continued that passionate embrace. His hands slip beneath the material, beneath that white lace thong, and she feels herself tense. It was not for fear or uncertainty. No, this was new. It was out of anticipation, and when he finds his target, those next sensations are a wild wave of pleasure unlike anything she could ever even begin to describe."Andras....", she whimpers quietly between as he touches here there and she feels her hips moving into his hand, a moan of foreign ecstasy devoured by his lips as a fire burns wildly between her thighs, the lean muscle in her core tensing unbidden at those unwavering motions."Andras....", she groans again, wave after wave of fierce pleasure crashes over her, each bringing with it a soft moan that only begins to grow louder and more urgent, the woman entirely at the mercy of the fae man who was the first to make her feel this way. His words are lost to her as those breaths become truly ragged now and when suddenly those spasms push her over that edge, her back arching slightly unbidden, her hand tightening around that arm, she gasps as the wild release takes hold of her."Andras!", she cries softly into him, baby blue eyes closing in elation as the sensation slowly begins to fade, rendering her entirely limp and weak. So, weak and so... she didn't even know where to begin, where to start, or how to even begin to explain what had happened. All she knew was that she'd never felt anything that came close to such a sensation. It was as though her body gave in to him like it was entirely natural, like it had finally placed somewhere in the blue-eyed blonde what it meant to want, knowing now what that desire was that burned like fire whenever he touched her. Slowly, thick lashes flutter open and she meets those hazel depths with baby blues as her breathing begins to slow, hardly realizing that somehow they'd broken away from those deep kisses though her lips are only a breath away."That was... I've never felt such...", she stumbles for those words, her sterling voice reduced to a nearly inaudible whisper as she lays there with his arm still beneath her neck as she feels everything slow around them once more, that fire only a lingering flame now as she can do nothing but look up at him, searching those hazel eyes for something... anything...