( 6 ) Let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone

[fairbrook]

( There was a practiced delicacy to every movement, from the gentle tug of satin engulfing Maiya's wrists, to the soft caress of Integra's hand cupping her cheek. So rarely would she drop the pretense of harshness that seemed to overshadow her, but for Maiya, she wanted to. For a woman who saw so little value in herself, a sentiment she knew all too well, to help her feel cherished and adored. In her mind, that's what Maiya should want, wasn't it?

The pad of her thumb strums lightly against her cheek. )

I just want you to relax, alright?

( As much as it troubled her, she knew Maiya would, if she asked. )