at last, a touch to unman me (closed to Martha)

[foulnfair]

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She followed, reaching for his hand to hold.

Martha wasn't afraid. Not at that moment, at least.Macbeth was only afraid that he would hurt her in some way, her body or her beautiful, pure soul. Yet, in his mind, there was no better way to show her how he worshipped her

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[cultless]

"I know," she whispered back, stepping towards him. "I trust you."

She did. He didn't frighten her the way that most people seemed to. Martha never felt the need to be brave around Macbeth--just herself.

[foulnfair]

The kiss then, as he held her face with calloused hands (calloused from the shovel now, the land, not from fighting), was gentle, deepening, though, his tongue glancing against hers.

[cultless]

Martha let her own tongue slip against his, and she pressed her body against him, wanting. The kiss was delightful, and touching him made her tingle with anticipation.

[foulnfair]

The heat was like a fever, flushing his skin. His arms tightened around her, hands sliding down her body, the kiss deepening more.