[ Her smile remains teasing, but, a form of sweetness to it as well. She knows he has never been one for titles. Duty, by far, is more meaningful to him without the need of complimentary titles. It is one of the many things she finds ever endearing about him. While he may wish to be viewed favorably? It has never, once, been at the center of why he does what he does. He does it simply because it remains the right thing to do.
Gods, she would leap at the chance to give him a family. Her culture promotes the idea of returning home and raising families within the clan after the days of adventuring. In a way she wishes to keep to that. The only changes being that she will join the family he is apart of and he will only have her. There will be no need for children to grow up between bickering of two partners as there will only be one. He is her soulmate, and she cannot fathom the idea of him with another. Perhaps that could be viewed as territorial or even controlling by some. Yet, in her heart, there is a certain pain that strikes with the idea of him finding another and loving her, cherishing her, and raising children with her.
Those are thoughts that she has mulled over more than once since her return from the First. Giving him a child would be difficult by simple nature of their difference in race. Yet, even more so now, with her added difficulties thanks to countless battles and traumas to her person. Often she has wondered if she should encourage him to take a mistress to at least have children with. Would that be better in the end for him and his house? There is certainly no end to womenfolk of Ishgard who would still leap at the idea of being with Ser Aymeric. However, whenever she thinks of his arms around another or smiling at one as he does her? Her chest clenches and her heart feels it might burst.Yet the needs of the family must be put before her own selfishness...
His repeat of her inquiry pulls her from her thoughts and her eyes immediately snap to his. There is a need in her gaze, not just of pleasure, but for him to claim her as his in all ways. Even if she might be unable to fulfill all obligations a wife of Ishgard would be required to do. If he would ask of her to retire from the Scions, be his wife, and stay within Ishgard? She would do it that moment. If he asked her to be the mother of his children, adopted or natural, she would also tell the Scions of her retirement. All he would need to is ask anything of her and she will see it done.
Her ears stand taller as his fingers ghost along them. She lets forth a gentle moan, tail flicking lightly, and she believes she might know what he is asking for. Another shiver takes her whole body and her breathing deepens. Yes, she can certainly do that. It takes a moment to let the current wave of pleasure pass over her before she can comply with what he asks of her.
Alkaid turns easily enough in the water, legs raising to either side of his hips. Her hands settle on the lip of the tub behind him as she hovers above his hips. Her two-toned gaze meets his again with a tilt of her head. She can press her hips to his if he would like such a motion. Aymeric may not wish to entirely become one in their current location, but she certainly would not mind. Instead she decides that perhaps he would simply rather her press their bodies together for now. Yet, she waits for his direction in any manner he finds comfortable. ]
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Gods, she would leap at the chance to give him a family. Her culture promotes the idea of returning home and raising families within the clan after the days of adventuring. In a way she wishes to keep to that. The only changes being that she will join the family he is apart of and he will only have her. There will be no need for children to grow up between bickering of two partners as there will only be one. He is her soulmate, and she cannot fathom the idea of him with another. Perhaps that could be viewed as territorial or even controlling by some. Yet, in her heart, there is a certain pain that strikes with the idea of him finding another and loving her, cherishing her, and raising children with her.
Those are thoughts that she has mulled over more than once since her return from the First. Giving him a child would be difficult by simple nature of their difference in race. Yet, even more so now, with her added difficulties thanks to countless battles and traumas to her person. Often she has wondered if she should encourage him to take a mistress to at least have children with. Would that be better in the end for him and his house? There is certainly no end to womenfolk of Ishgard who would still leap at the idea of being with Ser Aymeric. However, whenever she thinks of his arms around another or smiling at one as he does her? Her chest clenches and her heart feels it might burst.Yet the needs of the family must be put before her own selfishness...
His repeat of her inquiry pulls her from her thoughts and her eyes immediately snap to his. There is a need in her gaze, not just of pleasure, but for him to claim her as his in all ways. Even if she might be unable to fulfill all obligations a wife of Ishgard would be required to do. If he would ask of her to retire from the Scions, be his wife, and stay within Ishgard? She would do it that moment. If he asked her to be the mother of his children, adopted or natural, she would also tell the Scions of her retirement. All he would need to is ask anything of her and she will see it done.
Her ears stand taller as his fingers ghost along them. She lets forth a gentle moan, tail flicking lightly, and she believes she might know what he is asking for. Another shiver takes her whole body and her breathing deepens. Yes, she can certainly do that. It takes a moment to let the current wave of pleasure pass over her before she can comply with what he asks of her.
Alkaid turns easily enough in the water, legs raising to either side of his hips. Her hands settle on the lip of the tub behind him as she hovers above his hips. Her two-toned gaze meets his again with a tilt of her head. She can press her hips to his if he would like such a motion. Aymeric may not wish to entirely become one in their current location, but she certainly would not mind. Instead she decides that perhaps he would simply rather her press their bodies together for now. Yet, she waits for his direction in any manner he finds comfortable. ]