[When the gesture comes, she's not exactly sure where he's going with it. And when she catches on, it feels odd.. because she's never been the taller one involved. Not to mention it being a rare gesture in the first place, in Thornwell. Still, Ivar is being calm and affectionate, not just allowing her affection, and that's enough to make her heart flutter.
The angle is a little awkward for both of them - she's leaned down enough for her belly to pull her off-balance, and she doubts it's comfortable to hold himself out of his chair like that - so she pulls away slightly after a moment. As she does, her hands move to cup Ivar's cheeks, and she presses a kiss to his forehead. If only they were in bed, these affectionate touches would be more accessible... but she has no excuses to get him there. None except for how empty her bed feels now that she's had a taste of being beside him. Her cheeks are scarlet with that thought, as she stands back up and sort of lingers with her fingers affectionately tracing his skin.]
I trust you to protect me... more than anyone else.
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The angle is a little awkward for both of them - she's leaned down enough for her belly to pull her off-balance, and she doubts it's comfortable to hold himself out of his chair like that - so she pulls away slightly after a moment. As she does, her hands move to cup Ivar's cheeks, and she presses a kiss to his forehead. If only they were in bed, these affectionate touches would be more accessible... but she has no excuses to get him there. None except for how empty her bed feels now that she's had a taste of being beside him. Her cheeks are scarlet with that thought, as she stands back up and sort of lingers with her fingers affectionately tracing his skin.]
I trust you to protect me... more than anyone else.