[ There had been a time when she thought to suggest the idea that he should take a mistress. The more she thought the topic over, the more she thought against it. He may feel like his father if a child came from someone other than who he was wed to. It could cause a strain in which Alkaid grew up with, despite how she knows she would not hate another for giving him what she may not be able to give. Deep down, however, there is the selfish need to keep him to herself. She had finally found him and recognized him as the one she loved so many eons ago. How could she ever share that with another?
There is one orphan already that comes to mind. One she would mention if the topic of children is to ever be properly voiced. The young boy whom Aymeric saved from the Archbishop. The one that admires him so very much. Alkaid would throw the doors of Borel Manor open and give him a room in a moment of Aymeric agreed to it.
Her breath catches at the intensity of his gaze. The hands at the lip of the tub behind him clutch and she feels her body shake in anticipation. Something inside her melts but also tenses at the thought of what he might do with his look being in such a way. She moves to speak, but instead her breathing hitches and a pitched moan comes from her at his hips moving first.
Oh.
Alkaid does not wait another moment. Her hips press down to his, meeting in a way that they can feel one another in their entirety but not come together as one just yet. She presses her front to his, hands moving to have her arms settle around his neck. Her whole body begins to quake in anticipation, longing, desire, and love. She presses her forehead to his and never looks away. ]
I missed you. [ Her voice is deep with desire and she shifts her hips against his once. She shivers again and holds back another sound of pleasure in favor of speaking with him.
Alkaid slowly brushes her lips over his. Her voice drops to something barely above a whisper. ] I missed you so very much, my love. My knight, my lord... [ Something ancient slips into her voice then as well. ]... my only one.
[ She moves up and down once more to guage his reaction. ]
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There is one orphan already that comes to mind. One she would mention if the topic of children is to ever be properly voiced. The young boy whom Aymeric saved from the Archbishop. The one that admires him so very much. Alkaid would throw the doors of Borel Manor open and give him a room in a moment of Aymeric agreed to it.
Her breath catches at the intensity of his gaze. The hands at the lip of the tub behind him clutch and she feels her body shake in anticipation. Something inside her melts but also tenses at the thought of what he might do with his look being in such a way. She moves to speak, but instead her breathing hitches and a pitched moan comes from her at his hips moving first.
Oh.
Alkaid does not wait another moment. Her hips press down to his, meeting in a way that they can feel one another in their entirety but not come together as one just yet. She presses her front to his, hands moving to have her arms settle around his neck. Her whole body begins to quake in anticipation, longing, desire, and love. She presses her forehead to his and never looks away. ]
I missed you. [ Her voice is deep with desire and she shifts her hips against his once. She shivers again and holds back another sound of pleasure in favor of speaking with him.
Alkaid slowly brushes her lips over his. Her voice drops to something barely above a whisper. ] I missed you so very much, my love. My knight, my lord... [ Something ancient slips into her voice then as well. ]... my only one.
[ She moves up and down once more to guage his reaction. ]