That would be an interpretation entirely up to you, ser. [ She smiles sweetly once more with that hint of mischief in her eyes. While she may not be as brazen about it as her sister? Alkaid has a flare of trouble making in her own right.
Nothing, save her ancient self, could convince her that they were not meant to be together. Not that she would believe herself at all. Far too much of her feels right and in place when she is with Aymeric. A certain sense of content and peace always comes to her, regardless of what else might be swirling around them. Despite the pull of wonderlust and desire to see the world? She could easily simply be with him in a bed for the whole day and find the same manner of fulfillment.
The smile spreads on her face the moment he laughs. Her ears raise and a certain glitter comes to her eyes. She had decided long ago that he needed more reasons to laugh in his life. If a simple puff of her cheeks can do that? She will certainly continue when she believes it may be the right moment.
Alkaid inhales sharply, feeling as if a bolt of electricity has started from the tips of her ears and down to her toes. Gods, it has been far too long, even if they have spent more time apart. Both of her hands raise to rest over atop his on her breasts, giving a gentle encouraging squeeze, as well as trailing her fingers over his. Her eyes flutter shut at the feeling of his lips on her neck. Her tail is unable to move as it might due to the water, and instead, a low moan of approval comes from her. She tilts her head to grant him more access, resting it on his own shoulder. Her body moves on instinct, shifting so that her backside might rub against his ever so slightly.
In an odd way, despite ownership not truly existing between them, she wishes to know that it would be alright if she lowered those last few walls of propriety. There is a need to turn and press her hips to his and drown his mouth in her own kisses. Her mind then chooses to bring the memory of him running his fingers along her tail. She shudders in his hold again, hands curling around his lower arms.
Gods, he's truly learned where to touch her to make her drop all pretenses of what she thinks a Warrior of Light should be. All she finds she wishes to do is press against him and rock her hips against his. But... that might be farther than he wishes to go where they are at... not to mention he has a hold of her and seemingly does not wish her to move just yet. ]
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Nothing, save her ancient self, could convince her that they were not meant to be together. Not that she would believe herself at all. Far too much of her feels right and in place when she is with Aymeric. A certain sense of content and peace always comes to her, regardless of what else might be swirling around them. Despite the pull of wonderlust and desire to see the world? She could easily simply be with him in a bed for the whole day and find the same manner of fulfillment.
The smile spreads on her face the moment he laughs. Her ears raise and a certain glitter comes to her eyes. She had decided long ago that he needed more reasons to laugh in his life. If a simple puff of her cheeks can do that? She will certainly continue when she believes it may be the right moment.
Alkaid inhales sharply, feeling as if a bolt of electricity has started from the tips of her ears and down to her toes. Gods, it has been far too long, even if they have spent more time apart. Both of her hands raise to rest over atop his on her breasts, giving a gentle encouraging squeeze, as well as trailing her fingers over his. Her eyes flutter shut at the feeling of his lips on her neck. Her tail is unable to move as it might due to the water, and instead, a low moan of approval comes from her. She tilts her head to grant him more access, resting it on his own shoulder. Her body moves on instinct, shifting so that her backside might rub against his ever so slightly.
In an odd way, despite ownership not truly existing between them, she wishes to know that it would be alright if she lowered those last few walls of propriety. There is a need to turn and press her hips to his and drown his mouth in her own kisses. Her mind then chooses to bring the memory of him running his fingers along her tail. She shudders in his hold again, hands curling around his lower arms.
Gods, he's truly learned where to touch her to make her drop all pretenses of what she thinks a Warrior of Light should be. All she finds she wishes to do is press against him and rock her hips against his. But... that might be farther than he wishes to go where they are at... not to mention he has a hold of her and seemingly does not wish her to move just yet. ]