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AFTERGLOW
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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)
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I could not agree more. I sincerely hope that a day will come when Eorzea is able to stand and fight on her own. I do not doubt that you and your sister will lend your aid should it be deemed necessary, but I hope that one day, you will be free to live your own lives and not have to constantly be ready to answer the call when it comes.
[ And naturally, his plans for the two of them include them spending the rest of their days together, and he does not wish to have to factor in orders from the Scions or anyone else for that matter. He may have responsibilities he still needs to see to, but by his reckoning, Alkaid and her sister have jumped when others said jump far too many times, and he only wants to see them be free of that once and for all. ]
I... Well, I see. [ He cannot help the pause that comes when he listens to all Alkaid has to say. Ishgard is hardly perfect; she too has her issues, but he cannot help but believe that when compared to the lives the people they presently fight for have lived, life in Ishgard is an idyllic existence.
Aymeric taps a long finger against his chin as he ponders this, not wishing to sound too glib. ]
He may well be a strong man, perhaps the strongest one who has ever walked our star, but he is only a man, is he not? There must be a weakness to him, something that will provide you with an opening. Or perhaps this is one enemy that requires giving you and your sister aid.
[ He finds he does not like the notion of the sisters fighting Zenos on their own. Surely there is something that he and the other members of the Alliance can do for them. ]
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Her other hand moves to the one at the small of her back. Then, she gently guides it to the long scar at her side. ]
Someday, they will need to learn it. [ Eorzea as a whole she means. She glances down at their hands on her side. ] Thisru and I have fought him twice before, but I imagine this will be the hardest encounter. We didn't have waves of soldiers between us and him, nor an occupied city.
[ Her eyes raze to his. Despite her best attempts, the mint green eyes have darkened very so slightly thanks to his touches. She does not push or ask for more. She only wishes to communicate in a look what his touch can do to her--and she has no issue or qualm about it. ]
I'm certain you read the reports of the attack to Rhalgr's Reach after it happened. His forces overwhelmed the resistance... and Thisru and I stepped in the fight to stop him. He overwhelmed us that first time. B-but, if I hadn't stepped in, then he would have killed Thisru...
[ The hand at her side with his clutches onto his then. ]
Alphinaud tended to me and did a fine job for an archanist; he truly needed little guidance.
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Someday soon, I hope, for your sake. [ But he finds his thoughts are drawn in the direction of the threat that Zenos represents, and a worried frown takes his face as he considers the implications of this.
Even so, it does not escape his notice how her eyes have darkened, seemingly with pleasure, and even though his mind is turning with worries concerning Zenos, he reaches out again to continue trailing his fingers a little bit past her collarbone this time. ]
The report crossed my desk, yes. [ And he recalls how the information contained in it did not sit well with him then, and it certainly does not now. ] I- I had not realized that the threat you and your sister faced was so dire. Perhaps I am truly as naive as some say I am, to not have realized that before.
[ A strong wave of guilt washes over him then, as he has always felt some responsibility to the two sisters, and knowing that they had been in such danger only troubles him further. He makes a mental note to seek out Alphinaud at his earliest convenience and offer him his thanks. ]
I do not much like the notion of sending you off to another confrontation with him, knowing that doing so places you at risk. You are Eorzea's champions, but more than that, you are the one I love most dearly, and your sister is quite important to me as well.
[ His fingers continue to ghost lightly along her skin as he mulls this over. ]
There must be some way of ensuring that Zenos does not find another opening with which he might take you from us. That a confrontation with him is inevitable, I understand, but you should not be placed in such danger without assistance.
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A content and pleased sigh escapes her without her notice as well. ]
Reports are different than retellings, my love. [ She decides to keep her eyes shut for now, enjoying his touch and trying to press down the shivers her body wishes to respond with. ] And, I imagine that Alphinaud had left out more distressing details.
[ Her head turns once more to press a kiss to his chest, as if she might sense his guilt. The fingers at her side caress his to ease him. ]
Then, my knight must certainly find me on the battlefield. [ The ears atop her head droop only slightly. ] I... had worried about what you would think of it all. The injury, the scar, how I managed it. [ Finally, her darkened eyes open to give him a smile. The smile itself has a hint of nervousness to it, and a dash of flirtation underneath it. ] Including the scars on my face, I may yet catch up to you.
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Armed with that thought in mind, but not intending to go too far without permission, he lets his touch travel lower to where her rounded breasts are. He also made it this far before but something caused him to pause at that time. Now, the only thing that might interrupt them is the looming battle, but perhaps there is no better time for an intimate encounter than on the eve of a great fight. ]
Oh, I am quite familiar with that notion. After all, a great many reports cross my desk even now, and it is no secret which I prefer more: a straightforward report or one of your fine retellings. [ He attempts to interject some humor to offset the guilt that he is feeling. ]
I shall certainly do my best to seek you out. [ He gives a solemn nod as if to punctuate that statement. ] What I think- Nay, what I wish is that you had remained whole and unhurt, because it saddens me very much to think of you being anything but entirely well and unscathed. [ He does not like the notion of her being injured and bleeding and of being too far away to offer her comfort. ]
I hope that you never catch up to me in that way, Lantaa.
[ And then having said that, he leans forward just slightly to plant a kiss against her scarred cheek. ]
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Her other hand raises to his, gently guiding it to rest over her breast entirely. Her breathing hitches and her heart pounds once more. The rain continues to hit the windows of the borrowed room in a frenzy. Thunder echoes in the mountains. It could be an omen for the day ahead. Not that it matters to her. All of her attention is on the man who has thoroughly captured her heart and perhaps her entire being. Her tail flicks once, twice, then curls against her as she realizes the motion and becomes embarrassed by it. ]
Then, just name the report, and I shall be accurate as possible in my retelling. [ She brushes her lips against his cheek. ] I may yet rival you at the rate this war is going. Regardless, you have me here now. If you find anything amiss? You will have the opportunity to make it well.
[ The smile turns far more genuine despite her suggestive remarks. ] However you would have me the rest of the night. Just like this, giving endless recounting of stories, or anything else.
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He has been so focused on her and relishing their time together that he has paid little attention to what the weather is doing. When a particularly loud crash of thunder sounds, he looks up, and for just a moment, an apprehensive look forms in his eyes. The battle will go in regardless of the weather, but he knows it will not make for an easy time for any of them, not that a battle is a simple thing.
Still, his fingers brush against the soft skin of her breast as he wills himself to focus only on her: how she feels, how she moves, and even the light but pleasing scent that he has noticed when he is with her. He can't recall asking her if she wore a certain perfume or essence, but whichever it is, it is just one more thing that he is committing to memory about her. ]
Instead of a report, tell me more about the places you have seen.
[ His other hand raises to brush the strands of hair away from his face as he tries to put what has been in the back of his mind into words. ] What about how you would have me? Is there anything that you wish to have?
[ His mind has already begun to travel in a direction he never thought it would, and he is certain that she would not refuse if he were to make his suggestion, but he imagines she would be a little surprised by it. ]
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Her eyes raise once his does, tips of her ears giving a twitch at the rain she has been dimly aware of. She does not pretend to know or understand how war is planned and fought, but, she cannot imagine it will be made easier with the weather. Alkaid sinks beside him slightly and presses a kiss to his chest once more to show that, despite the moment, she is aware of what the morrow might being.
Despite her attempts, her body shudders beneath his touch. A rush of pleasure strikes her, running from what feels as if the tip of her tail to her ears. Her body moves on instinct to press against his hand to encourage him further. Perhaps he might move to remove her small clothes or even kiss her breast and move his hand between her legs...
Alkaid focuses her thoughts back to the conversation. That is far more important than her instincts or her desires taking her by full force. Oh, but, he is so distracting and tempting. Gods, how pathetic is she to be so entirely smitten and devoted to him?
She has already decided of what to tell him of next. While Rhalgr's Reach is not as enchanting as other places she has been? It will give him an idea and perspective to the area for the battle. Before that, however, he had asked a question of her.
All of you. That is the first answer to her mind. Yet, despite his earlier sentiments, she holds it back in favor of a more... nuanced way of speaking. Her hands move to trail down his face and move to the back of his head. Alkaid then presses her forehead to his. ]
I would have you in any way you are comfortable in giving me. I know you wish me to not hold back, but I would not have you change who you are to believe you must to keep me. I am already promised to you... and already yours in so many ways. [ She kisses him lightly. ] I would ask that you simply be Aymeric de Borel, however you find yourself to be you.
[ Then, her head tilts. She leaves gentle kisses along his cheek, jawline, then pauses at the bottom of his ear. ]
I didn't speak of Rhalgr's Reach to you, other than what was in Alphinaud's report. I imagine it was highly lacking...
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As for the weather, as far as he is concerned, it can continue to pour down rain and thunder can crash, but he chooses to not hear it, focusing only on what Alkaid might say, and if she says nothing, then listening to her heart beat.
The war is inevitable, but tonight there is just the two of them, and he intends to think of nothing else.
As for what he does next, he decides that they ought to move to the next level of being bare around each other. Her small clothes are not in his way, and yet he places a tentative hand on them as if silently asking permission to remove them.
If he knew the effect he was having upon her and how distracting he is, he would most certainly apologize, but it has not registered with him that that is what he is doing. ]
But is that enough?
[ He already knows that he has no qualms about giving all of himself to her, because he feels as though he is hers too, just as he has already begun thinking of her as his and part of his family. ]
Then consider me yours, for as long as you wish to have me.
[ And then he falls silent again, relishing the feel of her as she places kisses along his cheek and jawline. ]
Alphinaud's report was quite factual and straightforward as a report should be. [ He will not do the young Elezen such a disservice as labeling his report dry, because he certainly has read far drier ones. ]
Still, I would like to hear your version.
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Her hand raises once more to rest on his over her small clothes. Mint-green eyes lock onto his to give permission for what he seeks to do. The color darkens further at his touch, tail beginning to sway once more despite herself. Her breathing deepens in anticipation despite how she attempts to reign herself in. In this moment, she will certainly take the distractions.
At his question, she shifts. A leg swings over him underneath the blankets, both knees resting beside either hip. ]
Yes. You are more than enough.
[ She returns to brushing her lips to where his jawline and ear meet. Slowly, she lowers her hips to rest against his, not moving forward until she can tell where he would wish to go from there. ]
Those that lived there were of the monks, training under the watchful eye of Rhalgr, their patron god. They carved the halls and deep arches out of stone themselves -- supposedly by their fists alone. [ Her head tilts to press a kiss to the bottom of his ear once more, needing to move forward with how she sits on him in order to reach. Even now, being so much shorter than him seems to work against her. She begins then to trace outer edges with it her lips. She has no idea if he may like the notion, but, she supposes they will both find out. ] After the fall of the Royal Family, refugees flocked to live there as well. They sleep in the beds carved out in stone or in the tents along the sand. Behind the great statue of Rhalgr is a large and beautiful waterfall that tumbles from the stone it is all carved from.
The people are friendly enough, even if they are not entirely trusting of those that are not their own. The Empire had broken so many of the spirits of Gry Abania that the Resistance was shunned in a way. It was... jarring to say the least. After all, Ishgardians kept the fight going, no matter the losses or the heartbreak. Yet the people here were broken.
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I feel as though there is much and more that I could do and that I could be, but your belief in me... I value it more than anything that I possess.
[ And in his mind, that is no small thing for him to admit. But then he falls silent so that he might listen to what she is relating to him. ]
One day, I would see this Rhalgr's Reach. With you by my side, of course. I could tell you anything that you wished to know about Ishgard and our military history, but when it comes to other nations and locations in the world, I remain woefully unaware.
[ His expression shifts, turning sober and serious, concerned for the well-being of the people of Rhalgr's Reach. That concern is nearly disrupted by the way she begins to trace along the edges of his ear with her kisses, and for a moment, the usual tension in his frame lessens and his eyes slide closed. They are quick to open again, but he still remains relaxed even as he continues listening. ]
I imagine it was not by anything that we in Ishgard did that kept us from being the same as the people of which you speak. We could have broken as well, and I can hardly claim to know why it is we were spared that fate.
[ Some might say that it was their determination or their faith and their belief, but everyone has those things until circumstances choke them out. That seems to be what happened to Rhalgr's Reach, and he sympathizes greatly with the people who call it home, even though he has never met them. ]
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[ How she wishes she might explain herself better. The small things she has wanted for herself are the ones he has promised to give her--or already has. Now, she is the one who needs to return it. He desires so much to protect her that she must find a way to grant it for him. Maybe she can purposely leave a trail or some sort to have him find her on the battlefield...
Alkaid pauses once his fingers undo the tie at her back to remove the small clothes that support her breasts. A content sigh leaves her then. The top is far from restricting of her breathing and chest, but, it still feels relieving to have it removed in this moment. The urge to press herself against him entirely is pushed down in favor of their conversation. ]
Nidhogg did not come into Ishgard and promise peace if you obeyed. Your people were not torn between citizenry of their birth or their occupiers. Families were not torn apart by an attempt to change to the new status quo. The Empire broke these people by breaking the fabric that held them together; family and tradition.
[ Alkaid pauses again as she feels him relax underneath her. Her gaze slides to the side to watch how he reacts and moves. Ah, so he likes it. She knows of the spot on his neck and between his shoulders that gives the same response. It is information to note to herself, but she wonders if it might stir that feeling inside him.
One hand raises gently around his neck to remove the protective necklace she made him. She places it beside the pillows, unable to reach the table beside them with her attention moving back to his oppsite ear. Alkaid reaches the point of his ear and gently nibbles on it as he had once done to hers. If she hurts him or he finds it unappealing? She will apologize for it. ]
Gyr Abania is very different in climate from what the calamity changed Ishgard to, isn't it? [ She lips brush along his ear as she continues to talk. ] Once the battle is over and we've beaten Zenos, let me take you to Rhalgr's Reach. It is between here and Baelsar's Wall... we can stop there before we continue home...
[ There is a sense of pleading in her tone at the suggestion. Just as Estinien surmised months ago, Alkaid yearns to bring Aymeric with her. She promised him to take him places to see the world. She still needs to show him the repair work done at Zenith... and now Rhalgr's Reach... maybe even Kugane, or Costa de Sol...
Alkaid closes her eyes. She presses her hips down on him when a spike of lonliness creeps up her spine. Her nose presses to the side of his head, tail slowly moving side to side. She missed him so much; more than she can truly describe. With each new place she snd her sister visited? The thought of needing him beside her to see the world stung again and again. They could travel and then return home to Ishgard...
Her shoulders shake at the sudden emotion taking over her. She can recall the exact moment when she truly understood how much she missed him. It was even in the letter she had sent from Kugane. Her feet had been rooted to the ground as if stone had been tied to her ankles, eyes fixed on the Ishgardian couple that were at one of the stands. They had minded their business and not even noticed that she was watching them. She felt so heavy and numb as she watched them move away arm-in-arm, discussing something privately between them.
Why can they come to this far away city, but we can't travel together?
Of course, she had already known the answer, and scolded herself immediately for the thought alone. They were not tied by positions or duties in the same way. They were not on a covert mission to usurp the rule of the Empire. The knowledge and the answers hardly changed how she felt... or how she feels now.
Alkaid had even debated adding it to the letter she had already written. What would the point of it all be? The letters were meant to fill him with joy and give him an idea of where she was and what she had seen. Not to fill him with remorse or longing....
She forces a shaking exhale to control herself. He is here with her now, underneath her even, in a place neither knows. This can be the start of being able to take him places--regardless of the war in the morning. ]
Aymeric. Let me take you there--not only there, but anywhere you might wish to go. Please. [ She realizes it may change the mood of the night. Yet, this is something she desperately wants him to know. Her voice becomes quieter as the emotions become evident. ] Our talks, being together like this, waking up and seeing you beside me. I missed it all. I missed you. My knight. Even if it's only for an afternoon? Let me take you somewhere you've only ever heard of...
[ She wishes she knew why she felt so strongly of it all. They will have the time to travel once they are wed on their honeymoon. Yet, something deep inside her does not wish to wait for then. She presses a desperate kiss to the side of his head, base of his ear, and neck. It feels that if she does not try to keep him here, with her, he may return to Ishgard without her. ]
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When you were younger, did you not have dreams of meeting a man who met all your hopes and ideals, who would have done his best to ensure that all your dreams were also met? I wish to be that man, and I feel... I feel as though I could still do more.
[ He knows that he could spend his entire life trying to give her everything he believes she deserves, and he would not regret even one second of it.
Once the top his removed, he reaches for her now exposed breasts, but there is hesitation there along with the desire to just reach out and touch them. Is this too forward? She seems to have all but invited him to do the deed, but still, he cannot help but worry. Even so, he does his best to not let even a hint of his worry show, because regardless of his worries, he does want to cross this boundary.
So, he decides to let instinct take the reins for now and he lightly cups her breast with one hand even as they continue their conversation. ]
Of course, that is true, but what gives me pause is the notion that so many others are still fighting for peace and freedom, and although we are here now, present to take part in this fight... Surely we could do more. We should be doing more.
Ishgard has found peace, and we are rebuilding, slowly but surely, but I for one cannot rest knowing that others are still experiencing such struggles.
[ He knows that he will always be burdened with care for Ishgard, but he feels that his heart is big enough to have care for others who are in need, such as those who hail from this region. ]
Perhaps I need to look into how Ishgard might send some form of aid to the people here who need it.
[ He mulls over this possibility even as his body reacts to her touch as she removes the necklace from his neck and then proceeds to lightly nibble on his ear. A shiver forms at the base of his spine and works its way upwards until his shoulders seem to shake lightly with a pleased response.
If his voice comes out a little bit breathless with his next words, well... she certainly has garnered a reaction from him. ]
Quite different, yes. Have you been told of what Ishgard was like before the Calamity? I imagine it is documented in the annals of history, but not all know of it.
I would like to see it, and Baelsar's Wall, and anywhere else you might show me.
[ He hears the tone with which she speaks, and he raises a hand to place it lightly against her ear, hoping to give her some comfort in return. With each action that she makes, from the way she presses her hips against him to how her nose presses into the side of his head, he finds it difficult to concentrate on speaking.
The very moment that he realizes her shoulders have begun to shake, he looks to meet her eyes, a worried glance landing in his. ]
Are you well? Is it becoming too cold in here for you?
[ Perhaps he ought not to have undressed her so. ]
If you are uncomfortable, please, let me know so that I might see to your needs.
[ He would add more, but she speaks before he can, practically pleading with him now. ]
I would let you have the moon if that is what you desired, Lantaa. Traveling with you to anywhere on this star is more than I could have hoped for, because I have missed you greatly as well.
Not to make too fine a point of it, but when you are absent, it feels as though half of myself has gone away as well, and only when you are near do I feel complete again.
[ And then, having said that, he waits for her to complete her actions and her own series of kisses so that he might plant one on the side of her breast.
As for him returning to Ishgard alone, he can scarcely imagine it. He would want nothing more than for them to return home together at the end of all this, but he is not so foolish or selfish to think that they will be able to do that.
Their respective responsibilities will not end with one battle, but he still cannot help but hope for the briefest of reprieves. She has been far from home for too long, and he wishes only to bring her home, carrying her across the threshold of their home as one might carry his bride.
They are not joined together yet, of course, but that does not alter his thoughts one bit. ]
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[ His question has clearly caught her off guard. She had explained once that she did not want her partner to be that of her tribe. Her mate was to be hers and hers alone, after seeing the distinct level of dissatisfaction both her and K'thisru's mother had over sharing their father. How could she though, when the inclination of all those of her form of Miqo'te would bond into clans with one, perhaps a handful, of mating males? It served them well and saw their kind continue on for centuries... but... ]
All I had ever wanted was a mate to call my own. One I would not have to share with another. One that I didn't have to worry if my children would be accepted by another's. [ Her shoulders curl as a light pink takes her face. ] I... I'm fairly certain you have already made that dream come true.
[ She nods to his next statement, intending to continue along the lines of explaining the plight that Gyr Abania finds itself in. Anything she might have said blanks from her mind when he takes her breast into his hand. A bolt of eletricty seems to rush down her spine and into her tail. It straightens underneath the blanket and a pleased sound escapes her. It feels as if her heart is pounding a million yalms a moment and instincts take over her. Alkaid shifts forward into his hold, electing another pleased sound. She has to force her mind back to the conversation to keep her hips from rocking against him and being lost entirely in the moment.
Although, it is a welcomed distraction from her emotions threatening to spill out. A shake of her head is afforded to his query, being far from cold, and merely upset. Again, she moves to respond, only to find herself once again robbed of speech as he kisses the side of her breast. Her head tilts into the hand at her ear, practically rubbing into his hold on her person. If she had thought maintaining any sort of propriety was difficult that night so many months ago? Then this was certainly beyond returning to that notion.
She exhales unsteadily as she tries to focus her mind on their conversation. His hands where they are make it feel as if small twinges of electricity are running throughout her body, and she is not entirely certain what to do or say next. Save, perhaps, pushing her hips to his once more, but she does her utmost to keep some control. ]
Then, I'm taking you there... Rhalgr's Reach... t-the Wall. E-even to Gridania if desire. Anywhere as we move home. [ Her head turns to press kisses along the side of his neck. Each breaths he takes seems quicker but yet deeper at the same time. What can she do to make him feel the same way? She moves to pressing open mouth kisses along his body and collarbone. ] Where can we go where we can be together? So you can feel whole? Part of me stays with you when I go so far way...
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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. ]
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That, and, Aymeric has had far too much rejection from family in his life as it is. She will not subject him to the judgement and debate of the inner workings of Miqo'te laws. Perhaps, deep down, that was why she had been fine with changing her name. It freed her from it in away.
She has already suspected that they mind wind up adopting a fair amount of children. From what she has seen? Many families in Ishgard have done with the notion given the state of constant war. Parents lost children, and children lost their parents. It seems as if a way to help ease that wound, and Alkaid gladly wishes to be apart of that. And, as Aymeric himself is adopted, he most certainly wishes to give a home to any that need it as he once had.
With her other breast in his hand, Alkaid lets out a soft moan. Some part of her attempts to be quiet as to not attract attention. No doubt there is already talk of how one of the Warriors of Light shuffled off to the quarters of Ishgard's Lord Speaker. There would already be rumors of the two being intimate, and even though that had not been her intention for the night, she would not feed the rumors.
Her eyes meet his words, watching the way he reacts intently. The tips of her ears twitch at his own moan. A smile spreads on her face at it, kissing along to his other collarbone, then back to his neck. She presses her nose against his jawline, rocking into the hold he has on her breasts once more. She'll need to take note of this for the future. ]
I don't want you to feel as if you must pick between me or Ishgard. [ Her voice is low again, planting a kiss at the bottom of his other ear. Her breathing deepens once more as she debates moving down to place their hips together, or remaining where she is. Perhaps this is far enough for him? ] Maybe I will retire as Warrior of Light. I could stay in Ishgard, and bring you to all the places when you took holiday from work...
[ The idea sends a shiver up her spine. Enough so that she kisses his ear once more. Her tail sways slightly faster. ]
... I think, my lord--[ Alkaid's mint green eyes flick up to meet his with quite a suggestive look. ]--that I still owe you a bite from all those months ago...
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The smallest part of him wishes to know the people who raised her, and he has just a little bit of regret that he cannot introduce her to his parents. Perhaps one day he might bring her with him to visit their graves. Or perhaps that is too dark a thought and she would not wish to.
And as far as the notion of adopting children is concerned, Aymeric would gladly fill up the entire manor with as many children as they could. None should grow up without having a mother and a father, and so he is more than resolved to do his part.
He certainly would not begrudge her for any noises she might make. Expressions of pleasure seem to be expected when two people are being intimate like this, and so he expects it and gives no heed to who might hear. And any worries he has for his reputation have paled considerably of late, although, truth be told, he never gave them too much thought to begin with. He has been the subject of gossip more than once, so the notion does not trouble him that much. He does, however, worry about what people might say about her. ]
But you are to be my wife, and that elevates you above most things, I would think. Even the regard I have for Ishgard should come second to the regard and care I have for you.
[ He does find it difficult to speak when she is touching him in the way she is, but he tries to push forward through it regardless. ] I would hope that one day, you and your sister can retire from being Eorzea's champions and simply settle down and be you. And Ishgard would certainly open herself to you for as long as you wished to remain.
[ His gaze lowers to meet hers and the hair on the back of his neck seems to rise in response to her tone of voice and the look she is giving him. ]
Well, I... If that is what you wish to do, I will not stop you.
[ He has to work to keep from giving away the game with his expressions, because if he were to smile, she would know that the hesitation in his words is only a ruse. He would have her do anything she wishes to, even give him more than one bite if she felt so inclined. ]
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Her eyes stay met with his and for a moment her breathing hitches. Permission, is it? She recalls he seemed thrilled but hesitant by the idea the only other time they were intimate. Her tail slows and her eyes darken once more. If she were not caught in the moment, she would be embarrassed by her own arousal. No doubt he can tell by how her breasts have reacted to his touch. There is a need to continue to kiss and touch him, but also a need to stop so he might kiss and touch her. Truthfully, she is unsure which route to take.
She kisses along his opposite ear as she had the first one. Her hand rests on his chest, mindlessly moving side to side. She reaches the tip of his ear and gently nibbles as she had the other. ]
It sounds as if my knight wishes to travel above all else...
[ A kiss is pressed to the tip of his ear before moving down to the front, and placing a kiss there. Then once more where his jaw and ear meet. She inhales deeply before trailing her lips along his jaw and kissing his chin. Her darkened eyes meet his again as she hovers over him to kiss him but never completes the motion. ]
Until I can sweep you away... what can we do here? [ Then, she moves to sit up, her hips not meeting his simply due to where she is due to height differences. Her hands move to cover his at her breasts and a thrill of excitement shoots up her spine. ] What would Lord Borel have his lady-wife do for him...?
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He knows they would be happy knowing that their home has had happiness return to it once more. Not that it ever truly left, but it had become a little more somber after their passing, in spite of his efforts to try and keep it feeling like a home.
And, well, if she is aroused, then he certainly is. If not for the fact that anyone could theoretically knock at the door at any time, he might thoroughly lose himself in his passions and skirt even further that line between propriety and... well, what some would call inappropriate behavior.
But even though they have not had many interactions such as these (at least not yet), he finds his interest in maintaining his formerly strict boundaries lessening. And he would not have her placing blame on herself for that; she has merely awoken something inside him that he thought was long since dormant, perhaps never to awaken again, and now that he has, a part of him is inclined to let it go where it will. ]
I would travel the entirety of our star and back if you were with me.
[ A long shiver forms at the base of his spine and travels up his back in response to the nibbles on his ear. It clearly is a sensitive spot, and yet he likes the feeling of it very much. It is difficult for him to focus on speaking words when she is being so attentive and so very desirable, but he does his best. ]
It would certainly be seen as going against every notion of propriety, and yet... [ He finds that his interest in maintaining that has lessened somewhat. ]
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Her head cants to the side as she watches his reactions. An unexpected thrill builds inside her at seeing his reactions and learning what he enjoys. Her ears twitch slightly as her breathing deepens once more. While he might still be cautious of any knocking on the door or walking in? That thought has very much slipped away from her mind now. All that matters to her in this moment is them and expressing their longing to one another.
Alkaid's fingers gently brush along his own at her breasts, then down his hands, and further down his arm. After a moment, she grazes along his skin to pull them back up. Her hands press to his at her chest, encouraging him to touch her as he might. She may not be able to are him to explore their star yet, and thus she would have him explore her. ]
And yet...? [ She is breathless at the rising anticipation. Oh, she would bring them together similarly to how they had been before. Not all the way--he most likely still wishes to save that for their wedding night. Truthfully, she would do anything he asked of her at all, ever. Not just in this moment. ] I would gladly do whatever my lord asks of me.
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All things considered, he is contented by the fact that he holds their memories with him and that he can now begin forming new ones with Alkaid by his side.
Although he feels the need to act, to move his hands further, he hesitates, being unsure where else he might touch her. He only wants to please her, and he is uncertain where else she might like to be touched. So, for the moment, his hands remain where they are even as he attempts to put his thoughts into spoken words. ]
I had always thought that I would wait until such time as I was joined with another in marriage, but- [ He hesitates only briefly before continuing. ] Our time together is short, and frequently interrupted, so to that end...
What would you say to progressing a step further from where we have gone so far?
[ He is certain he will not be adept at it at all, given his lack of experience, but he would try to make it a good experience for her to the best of his ability. ]
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Her eyes widen slightly at his proposal. No rejection or disgust is in her gaze, only surprise. Her ears lift up slightly and she moves to simply place her hands against his. She would hold them, but, she would rather he not move his hands unless utterly necessary. Alkaid tilts her head slightly to the side once again. ]
Are you certain? [ Alkaid's voice is quiet gentle, despite their intimate positioning. The teasing and alluring tone has melted away to something far more vulnerable and, even more so, quieter. ] I-I don't mind waiting. If you feel we must to make me happy or to keep me with you...
[ She glances to the side with her ears lowering. ] Of course I want to. I wish to be as close to you as possible. But, I... I don't want you to feel it is necessary, or that I would be unhappy if we wait... [ Her tail sways side to side for a moment as she bites her lip. Then, even quieter: ] I don't want anything you experience with me to be something you regret.
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Already she is a part of his life and he cannot imagine not having her there with him to share his home and whatever may come for them in the future.
That is why, to his surprise, he is willing to consider crossing this particular line even before they are finally joined. ]
I will always want to make you happy and to keep you with me, but more than that... It seems as though my mind and my heart are in agreement on this: you are a part of my life now, and part of my family as well, and I would withhold nothing from you, not even my own self.
But then, at the same time, I realize that confessing this to you may well place you in a position of obligation, which is not at all what I desire. My only aim in telling you this is so that you know my thoughts and my heart as well. I have no expectations for you other than that you know the depths of my regard for you, Lantaa.
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A life filled with children and simply being a his side, intimate as they are now, or by the fire with drinks and reports is a life she would love to have.
Is it truly withholding if he simply wishes to wait? She has never thought so, even if there had been disappointment here and there. Her fingers idly run along his hands as she weighs the moment. Of course, she yearns to touch him and to be touched. Yet, she worries he might wake one morning, and realize perhaps they should have waited. Why would he change his mind from his stance but a few months ago...?
Alkaid turns her gaze to him once more. She leans forward, hovering over him, with her hands on either side of his face. A gentle kiss is placed to his chin before resting her forehead to his. Only one thing comes to mind in her ponderings as to why his mind changed. ]
I see. [ Her voice is soft and barely above a whisper. Another kiss is placed to his cheek, then the corner of his mouth. If he truly wishes to go this one last step? She will need to see to seducing him utterly then. Despite how the nervous butterflies twist in her stomach. ] Did you truly miss me that much, my lord?
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But for the moment, they have a small one at least, and he means to not waste a second of it. He, too, wishes to touch her and be touched in return, that they might finally cross that boundary between those most intimate touches. Even now, the feel of her hands on his face and the way she gently kisses him causes a swell of emotions and a mist to form in his eyes, because he truly missed her while she was gone.
It does feel as though half of him has left whenever she leaves, and he only feels whole again when she has returned. ]
When you are gone, even though I know that you are serving a greater purpose, I feel entirely incomplete without you.
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