"You were always the patient one, lover." She was notoriously impatient for all of her other harmony and justice, Ma'at always wanted something right away with zero waiting. He did provide balance in so many ways.
Ma'at followed his gaze along her body and shook off her insecurities. She was not Lucia, she did not require the approval of her lover or the reassurance that she was beautiful. Ma'at knew she was beautiful. She didn't care about his other wife or wives and she certainly did not care about what the vessels wanted, he was hers as she was his. In ways that were private between them.
She inhaled as his finger traced along her chest and felt lighter with his acknowledgment that he still saw her. Ma'at was still a goddess, he had been very powerful in her world and had even played a part in her creation, now that she was mortal with mortal emotions at times she sought his counsel and approval. It was new and not entirely welcome in her mind. Her heart pounded, instinctively reaching out to him with her energy and what little power she possessed.
Ma'at removed the shirt first, wiggling out of the long sleeved garment one arm at a time. Her bra was pale pink and lace that hooked in the front. She unhooked the bra and let the cups fall open. "Let me touch your skin." She paused undressing herself and reached out for him.