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AFTERGLOW
β hear, feel think. β
βοΈ HEAVENSWARD
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Ever Heavensward (3.0)
β Ishgard Meetings, Part 2
β As Goes Light, So Goes Darkness (3.1)
β Unfleeting Emotions
β The Gears of Change (3.2)
β Heavy Hearts, Part 2
β Revenge of the Horde (3.3)
β Starlight Festival (Alkaid)
β Starlight Festival (KP)
β Ishgard Meetings, Part 2
β As Goes Light, So Goes Darkness (3.1)
β Unfleeting Emotions
β The Gears of Change (3.2)
β Heavy Hearts, Part 2
β Revenge of the Horde (3.3)
β Starlight Festival (Alkaid)
β Starlight Festival (KP)
π₯ STORMBLOOD
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There is something particular about how he phrases his statement that makes her cheeks flush and her heart clench. The idea of him looking sour at any who may wish to woo her is thrilling in some manner. While the term ownership is one that implies things she would not mean? Something inside her desires to be his... which, he has already offered his home, his room, his bed...
The usually bright tinted mint-green eyes darken as her breathing deepens. Gods. What has she become around him? Surely, it is an unseemly image and one that would not please him. ]
A stern talk... I would hope. [ She's practically breathless as well. How did that happen?
Then, a shake of her head to his question. She squeezes his hand still at his chest. The voice that stammered just seconds ago is strong and direct. ] Nowhere is off-limits. I'd have you everywhere if you would want it.
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He watches her reactions carefully, looking for any signs of displeasure or discontent, but all he sees is what he believes to be desire, and he takes that as an encouragement to continue. ]
Oh, a very stern talk, as I must make my position and my feelings clear, lest anyone think I am not wholly resolved in my commitments to you.
[ And at her next words, his eyes seem to darken with a desire of his own, and a look of anticipation crosses his face. ] And I would say the same for you, should that be your desire. [ He sees no reason why any part of him would be considered off-limits to her, and he hopes that she understands that.
And again, he leans in for a kiss, wishing to pour all of his love and affection for her into it so that there cannot be even a shred of doubt for either of them that he considers himself hers, and no one else's. ]
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Her eyes flutter shut and she returns the kiss just as hungrily. She wants to be hisI, for no one else has caught her attention like he has. No one has ever made her stop to consider staring a life in a place not where her clan is. There has been no one else to make her accept there are paths outside those that lead her back to her childhood home...
The hand at his side finally begins to move, searching for the edge of his nightshirt while her knee still rests to his other give him support. Her hand finds its mark hesitantly slipping underneath to be able to touch his skin properly. Then, her fingers gently touch the scar from the knife wound. ]
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He is about to reach for the knee that is resting against him, intending to let his hands wander and caress her thigh, but that is before her hand slips beneath his shirt and he feels her fingers come to rest on the place where he was hurt.
It is a sensitive spot, of course, but even if it were not, he knows he would always feel a spark or a tingle where her fingers brush against his skin. She just has that effect on him, and now is no different.
And then, as if his body has a mind of its own, being mindful to not overbalance and land ungracefully upon her, he lightly presses the front of his hips against hers. At first, he just holds that position for a moment, unmoving, but after a moment's hesitation, he tries an experimental shift up and then back down, all the while keeping his eyes locked on hers, looking for any signs of displeasure.
This feels like the most intimate action he has ever initiated, given his previous lack of intimate encounters with anyone, but he has decided to let instinct direct him where to go and hope that the outcome is pleasing for both of them. ]
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Then, she gasps breathlessly as his hips push into hers.
Alkaid's eyes shut for only a moment as she tries desperately to keep the last shred of propriety in place. Her tail, draped to the side, sways quickly as if to express how she truly feels. Then, he moves, snd her eyes lock onto his. Instinct and passion fully takes ahold then as she presses her hips in return. A soft moan leaves her--albiet she still tries to control the volume so it might not draw attention to them.
The hand at his spine begins to move upwards again, in search of a place that he might enjoy. The other moves down this arm by gently grazing the tips of her fingers along his skin.
If she let's go now? She is unsure of how far her passions would demand the go. Would that be alright with him? Her hips move against his as if to test the question.]
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But when he is with her, he finds that he does not have so much pressure to uphold his public persona, a fact that has become quite apparent given what the two of them are presently doing.
With their hips still pressed together, he shifts upward and then down again, creating a little friction between them, hoping that the action is as pleasurable for her as it is for him.
The thought occurs to him that perhaps they could cross the threshold that he has been hesitant to even approach, but they have come this far, after all. ]
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She had intentions of asking if he was truly alright with this. His culture and standings aside, she wonders how intimate he would prefer to be out of wedlock. Yet, that query flies from her mind the moment he begins to shift up and down.
Her fingers press into his skin on reflex of the motion. All at once her lowe back arcs to press her front to his. Her body shivers with a sudden wave of pleasure that comes from deep inside. Her legs wrap around his to encourage the motion further. ]
Aymeric, [ His name slips out breathlessly and her eyes meet his. She'd throw away that last shred of propriety if he permit her to. Although, if he keeps his motions going... ] Please...
[ Keep going, is what she means to say. Instead she shudders again and tilts her head back. ]
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It certainly is a daring request, at least by his way of thinking, but if they are going to be intimate in this fashion, it stands to reason that nothing should be in their way.
For now, though, he contents himself with gradually increasing the speed of his movements, complying with her request that he interprets as asking him to continue and not stop. ]
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Her breathing deepens as her fingers curl into his back and hair. Thankfully, her nails are short and shouldn't leave marks or hurt at all. Instead, she leaves kisses along his jaw and up to his ear. She maneuvers however he directs her to be able to rid the nightshirt from her, even if a slight whine comes from her as she has to pull her hips from his to do so. ]
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As for the hand at his back, the sensation of her fingers lightly digging into the skin there sends tingles up his spine. It is already a sensitive area, at least for him, but the presence of a healed scar from an old injury has made it slightly even more so. It does not hurt, not anymore, but still, a touch in just the right place always sends shivers traveling up his spine.
The slight whine that she makes causes him to look at her with a mixture of amusement and surprise, but regardless, he is quick to carefully lift the night shirt over her head and off, and once that is complete, he presses his hips against hers once more, giving her a light rub before he pauses to see how she might react.
A stray thought enters his mind then about how far they ought to go with respect to propriety, but even though what they have done so far is skirting that thin line, he knows it still has yet to be crossed.
Now that he has removed her borrowed shirt, he allows his hands to wander, one hand coming to rest at her hip while the other reaches around her to trace lines with his finger down her back and side. Her skin feels smooth beneath his touch, and he slowly begins to trace small circles as he makes his way down. ]
/rounds this as done!
With the borrowed night shirt removed, Alkaid finds herself blushing despite everything. Her top is entirely bare underneath it, and she hopes that he finds her attractive with all of the armor and robes of the Warrior of Light removed. But, then he trails his hands along her, and she feels the last ounce of withholding she had fluttering away. She turns herself into his hold more and kisses him open mouthed.
All he need do is bring them to a point of release, however he might decide.
How had all this happened when all she intended was to keep him company so he might not drown in feelings of failure?
The two, however, do find that peek and fall asleep shortly after. A good thing as well, considering what will be awaiting them and the others. ]