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[hobbitholmes]

AFTERGLOW

— hear, feel think. —

❄️ HEAVENSWARD

★ Ever Heavensward (3.0)
    — Ishgard Meetings, Part 2

★ As Goes Light, So Goes Darkness (3.1)
    — Unfleeting Emotions

★ The Gears of Change (3.2)
    — Heavy Hearts, Part 2

★ Revenge of the Horde (3.3)
    — Starlight Festival (Alkaid)
    — Starlight Festival (KP)

🔥 STORMBLOOD

★ IC Permission
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BEYOND

CODE BY TESSISAMESS

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[thewayforpeace]

[ As her fingers travel along his spine, a shiver forms at the base of it and travels upwards, but it is a shiver of pleasure and a sort of wonder, because these are feelings and sensations he has not experienced before. What is more, he has discovered that he likes it very much. He is certain that her explorations have revealed just how much tension he holds inside himself, but he has always reasoned that away by saying it comes with the territory of being somewhat in a leadership position.

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. ]

[shepherdtostars]

[ Those explorations have most certainly divulged such information. The part of her mind still capable of objective thought makes a note of where to direct her comforting ministrations next time it seems he is tense. For now, her fingers instead move to the base of his neck and begin to stroke the lines of tension there. Small motions that, after a moment, fall in line with the way their hips shift.

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. ]

[thewayforpeace]

[ Perhaps strangely, the only thing he is thinking about in between sweeping waves of pleasure elicited by her motions in return is that they are far too clothed for this. In line with those thoughts, he reaches up to tug on the edge of her shirt, as if to communicate the question of whether or not she minds if he removes it for her.

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. ]

[shepherdtostars]

[ Her gaze moves back to his after he tugs on the shirt she wears. A slow and very welcoming smile forms on her lips. There is a jest somewhere in her mind of how it is his nightshirt and he should be the one to decide if she wears it or not. Instead, she slips her other hand underneath his own to press both of her hands to his back and neck, using the slightly leverage to change how they angle ever so slightly. That seems to be enough to make what little rationale she had fade away as she presses her lips to his ear and another low sound comes from her.

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. ]

[thewayforpeace]

[ He gives the shirt one more tug before he finds himself very thoroughly distracted by what her hands are doing. The hand that has curled itself into his hair elicits a sigh from him, as he has found he enjoys it very much when she touches his hair in any way.

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!

[shepherdtostars]

[ Some part of her mind that has not been entirely distracted and taken over by the sensations of what he is doing to her notes the scar her fingers are on. She might ask him of them the next time they find time alone with one another. Yet, that could be some time, considering the threat Nidhogg brings looming over them.

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. ]