“I love to imagine our first night with Ratohnhaké:ton. We’ve discovered an isolated island, and he started building a little cabinet there before the wedding. Imagining we’ll both be inexperienced, we will go sooo slow all night long, in the cabinet he built for us (Maybe even with all the doors open~ )”
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‘I’m a proud lesbian, but that gets thrown out the window concerning Connor. He is the only guy I would consider being with. And the things I would love to do to him. Ngh! So many beautiful dirty things.’
‘Just looking at the size of Connor’s feet, I can only imagine how big his Hidden Blade is. The one in his pants ;)’
‘A starry sky, waterfall by the lake, and a naked Connor holding me in his arms. Mmmmmm…’
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While not quite what you described, I hope this old edit of mine is good enough! ♥
~ Signora Paola (who has done a ton of Connor + stars edits)
‘I always thought about the first time with Connor. I picture us in a forest and what starts off as little kisses turns into a makeout session and we’d do it on a flower bed, Connor would be nice and gentle at first but after a while, it’d change~~’
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“I would never want to see any harm fall upon Connor, especially the scars that enemies or wild animals might leave on him. But I’d be lying if I said I wouldn’t take some pride and pleasure from seeing his shoulder and neck covered with small bites and his back and arms littered with nail marks, knowing how they got there.”
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‘I can’t decide if first-time sex with Connor would be slow and exploratory, sampling different tastes and textures, or an absolute free-for-all powered purely by instinct and need. Either way, I’m game.’
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‘I want to be the one to raise Connor’s ‘flag pole’… Happy 4th of July! (Shoot me now.)’
His birthday is on April 4, but he may as well be born on the 4th of July~
‘There’s something about Ratonhnhaké:ton’s mouth… I want it on me. Everywhere. It makes me wild. I want him to make me scream and silence me with his kisses. I want his strong hands to caress but his teeth to bite and his lips to whisper over my hurt. The drag of skin on skin, sweat and blood. Heat and shivers. I want his broken love.’
