How she wished she couldn't be so insecure as she is. She doesn't mean to be so terrified or anxious when her becomes far more physical than she is accustomed to. It had started out as innocent kisses, a soft touch of her hair, and his teeth slowly grazing her jaw down to her neck, marking her as his over and over again. Yet over time he began to slowly want more from her and she would oblige when she felt okay permitting him only a few things at a time. The girl was far too broken in her ability to trust others, let alone, accept anyone so extremely close to see her in such a vulnerable state. She understands and knows that Tobias would never harm her. Not once had he ever laid an unkind hand on her. Not once did he strike her down. He had shown her time and time again he was someone she could completely trust. She knows he would never harm her. Although she knows all these things Raven was still incapable of accepting Tobias completely, the young woman desperate to let him in far closer than they ever had been before. That she would let him in further when she felt comfortable was a sign that she appreciated him and his ability to be patient and kind, but also her way of letting him know she could let him closer. It was shame that it would take so much time and practice. Always when she pulled away from him or asked him to stop, she felt absolutely guilty, knowing it was all her fault. No matter how many times she told him everything was okay, that she wanted to, but she was afraid to...she felt her apology was never enough to soothe him over. She was terrified that one night he would have enough of her inability to let him in and would one day not want her anymore. Oh how she dreaded that day.

It was natural for her to want to be underneath him, instincts alone assuring her that it was necessary and she was not in danger. She enjoyed these moments with him. These gentle affections igniting her own desire to please him and at the same time feel the pleasure he could provide. She felt safe when she was with him and being beneath him reassured her even more. She loved him. Truly she did, and when she heard that what he liked was her was absolutely endearing, and caused her heart to swell. Every girl wished to be the object of desire for their significant other and it would seem that somehow he saw her as something to be desired, a thing she thought was absolutely delightful and unbelievable. After all she didn't think she was ever anything important. She was willing to be compliant for him, it was her way of not showing he was in charge, but that she would follow him, always. He was her mate, her companion, her only love. These moments of shared affection was fleeting, but always treasured. It would seem that tonight he wished to take the next step only farther, questioning her with his dark eyes and finger underneath her navy bra, to see if perhaps she would reveal another part of herself. Apprehensive, and slightly determined, she wanted to go farther, she wanted to accept more of his tender affections. Tonight she was willing to take the next step if only because after seeing that tinge of gold in his eyes, she was aware that both men were willing, and waiting, Raven not wanting to disappoint the two of them...or herself. So, when she nods and confirms he is allowed to take her bra off, she is slightly amused by his reaction and shock.

She bites her lip for a moment, concerned that maybe he would stop even though she gave him permission, but when he encouraged her to lift herself upwards, she knew he would continue. As he embraces her in an almost one-arm hug, she leans her head into his shoulder, inhaling deeply as she felt his calloused fingers gently, and easily, unclasp her bra, for a moment shocked that he was able to do it so efficiently. As he guides her gently back to the ground she looks up at him, worried and unsure if he would be pleased with what he saw. Too self-conscious she was. Unsure entirely if he would indeed be pleased, after all, she couldn't change her body. She could rid herself of the ghastly scars that crisscrossed her form. It would seem that her doubtful thoughts were completely overturned when she felt the boy a bit more than usual, noticing by feeling alone, he was rather satisfied with what he saw. Although he didn't mean to, when he bent over closer to her, and she felt him, her cheeks began to burn a bright red embarrassed that she was actually capable of getting a rise out of him and...faintly empowered. As one hand began to cup around one swelled mound she released her breath she had forgotten she was holding. Even though she flinches from his touch, her eyes close slightly, quite enjoying the sensation of her virgin skin being touched in this particular way. She did not pull away from him, she did not wave her hands away, rather she remained still, her eyes opening again, as she nodded once, encouraging him to continue as he pleased. It is surprising that he is capable of being so gentle with her, his calloused hands beginning to roam over her exposed bosom. As he comes down to deepen the kiss, a soft moan seemed to come from her, as his hands continued their exploration, feeling how his body attempted to come closer to her, feeling his arousal seemed to trigger her reaction as well. As his lips travel down her to her jaw and slowly to her neck, her hands would slowly slide along his sides, up his back, pressing him gently closer to her, a soft gasp released as she felt his teeth sink into her neck, remarking her as he always did. The woman completely accepting his claim over her, without hesitation or regrets. Naturally her legs would widen to help him ease and closer to her, allowing him further access to her neck or anything else he wished to have in this moment.

Raven Clocksworth.