Walking with him she froze for a moment first seeing him before seeing two rather hostile looking women who seemed to gesture for Porthos to go a different way as they followed him clearly unknown to him.
Porthos felt her freeze for a moment and smoothly led her into a clothing shop, but they did not stop, instead they exited through the back, entering a butchery. Porthos handed the owner a few notes and they slipped out of the back. Porthos knew that they had to leave and that is what he did. He lead her through a few stalls and suddenly they were in sight of the old carnival.
"So he actually came out of his house looking for you."
Who were those two women following him like they were hunting him? Those were the twins Celeste and Aramis spoke of weren't they? They look so angry of natural expression. But yes that was him they followed.
She was still a little shaken but Portos was with her and Damon's was only mortal she was safe from him.
He watched her with a smile and thought that she could be right. It looked like she belonged there, like she had been part of this fair ground before it fell into disuse.
"And if you will have me, I will assist you in fixing up this place."
She whimpered at the tenderness of it all. Unconsciously pressing into the kiss. She felt safe with Porthos. Safe here with him. Loved... here with him.
As she pressed into the kiss, he slid his hands over her shoulders and down her arms, pulling her gently closer to him. He took in the softness of her skin, the smell of her so close to him and he loved it all.
Feeling him pulling her closer she slowly curled more into the kiss curling against him. Her arms moving to hug him gently safe and free enough to let herself get lost in the sensations and tenderness of it all.
He felt her relaxing into the kiss, moving closer against him. He gently ran his fingers over her sides and over her waist and slowly over her lower back. Slowly he deepened the kiss, testing the limits she had.
Confusion and fear tried to grip her. Fear of some strike that would never come from Porthos and confusion by its lack of arrival. At the same time there was her trust in him and safety with him that curled her closer to him allowing this kiss to linger and deepen. Trembling but not recoiling as the inner battle did not stop her from kissing Porthos.
As the kiss lingered, he gently stroked his fingertips over the exposed skin of her arms. Gently his hands ran over her shoulders, down her back and over her waist, coming to a stop on her hips, holding her close to him as they kissed.
A whimper escaped her at the sensual touch. As the kiss broke she started into his eyes her inner battle danced in her eyes as she stared into his. A smile sought to dance across her lips as she watched his face.
He gave her the smile which sought to touch her lips, he raised a hand and gently brushed over her cheek, his fingers gently sliding through the dark tresses of her hair.