[ There is much he does not know about Miqo'te culture and the day to day life that goes on within the clans. He would even venture to say that he knows nothing at all, save for what she has told him. He certainly cannot consider himself knowledgeable at all, but he strives to alter that if he can. ]
Truthfully, I cannot fathom such an arrangement. That is not to say that I look down upon it or look at it with disdain, only that it is difficult for me to picture. [ A troubled sort of look crosses his face then as her words sink in. He knows that what she speaks of is different from his own personal situation and from the issue of his own parentage, but it brings that to mind even though he does his best to push it back down again. ]
I assure you that I will wholeheartedly accept and welcome any children that we may be blessed with. [ Even if they wind up adopting and filling up the house with those who might otherwise not have had families, they will all be considered heirs of House Borel, and he knows he will love all of them equally.
He immediately notices her reactions and how she verbally expresses how she feels about his actions. Encouraged by her reactions and the noise she made, he continues his movements, even going as far as to cup her other breast with his other hand.
In truth, when he is touching her more intimate areas, it is harder to carry on a conversation with any level of clarity. Certainly, he is not thinking about propriety in this moment, and when she rubs herself against him, he too reacts with pleasure.
But she begins listing places that she intends to take him, and he finds himself nodding along with each one. ] For me to be whole... Our duties that separate us would have to end. Or, at the very least, I would resign from my duties that I might accompany you always and truly be your knight.
[ He has said as much before, but it seems to him that she does not approve of that idea. Ishgard will always be his home, and he will always love the life he has there, but she is part of his life now, if not his entire life, and he knows he would make any sacrifice necessary to stay with her.
His back arches with pleasure as she plants kisses along his collarbone and along his body as well. There is a stirring up inside him as her kisses cause a firestorm of sensations, all pleasurable but strong enough to make his head swim. He cannot stop the unmistakable moan of pleasure that escapes him as her kisses continue, and now it is his turn to find it difficult to speak. ]
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Truthfully, I cannot fathom such an arrangement. That is not to say that I look down upon it or look at it with disdain, only that it is difficult for me to picture. [ A troubled sort of look crosses his face then as her words sink in. He knows that what she speaks of is different from his own personal situation and from the issue of his own parentage, but it brings that to mind even though he does his best to push it back down again. ]
I assure you that I will wholeheartedly accept and welcome any children that we may be blessed with. [ Even if they wind up adopting and filling up the house with those who might otherwise not have had families, they will all be considered heirs of House Borel, and he knows he will love all of them equally.
He immediately notices her reactions and how she verbally expresses how she feels about his actions. Encouraged by her reactions and the noise she made, he continues his movements, even going as far as to cup her other breast with his other hand.
In truth, when he is touching her more intimate areas, it is harder to carry on a conversation with any level of clarity. Certainly, he is not thinking about propriety in this moment, and when she rubs herself against him, he too reacts with pleasure.
But she begins listing places that she intends to take him, and he finds himself nodding along with each one. ] For me to be whole... Our duties that separate us would have to end. Or, at the very least, I would resign from my duties that I might accompany you always and truly be your knight.
[ He has said as much before, but it seems to him that she does not approve of that idea. Ishgard will always be his home, and he will always love the life he has there, but she is part of his life now, if not his entire life, and he knows he would make any sacrifice necessary to stay with her.
His back arches with pleasure as she plants kisses along his collarbone and along his body as well. There is a stirring up inside him as her kisses cause a firestorm of sensations, all pleasurable but strong enough to make his head swim. He cannot stop the unmistakable moan of pleasure that escapes him as her kisses continue, and now it is his turn to find it difficult to speak. ]