[ Her mind has entertained such thoughts, undoubtedly due to her time in the First. Ardbert had never mentioned meeting someone that could match Aymeric's reflection. Normally it would have only made her gloomy, and yet the knowledge of how deeply connected the pair of them are has made it far more distressing. With Ardbert's fragment rejoined with her and her sister comes the fact that now their reflection will never meet Aymeric's or even G'raha's versions on the First. They will continue on in rebirth over and over without ever finding that piece that completes them. Ardbert has expressed that it was a sacrifice willingly made, and it hard bothers him, but Alkaid knows if he had simply met Aymeric he might understand why the thought distresses her so much...
Those thoughts only spur her on in that moment. The hand at his arm moves to the back of his head in order to play with his hair. The hand atop his guides them further up her leg until they disappear underneath his nightshirt. She hopes he might understand the direction and guidance to touch her inner thighs and further in if he wishes. The idea of his hand there alone makes her shudder and another pleased sound come from her.
It would seem her other plans for the morning are forgotten.
Alkaid tilts her head foreword enough so she can press a kiss to the tip of his ear. She then continues to place light kisses along it to match those at her collarbone. Then, her lips press to his ear, and ever so gently, his ancient name tumbles from her: ]
Costas...
[ A reaction to his touches and kisses, no doubt, but also a sense of needing to be reassured by him. The ancient feelings that wish so desperately to connect to his come forward once more and she gently presses him closer to encourage his kisses. ]
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Those thoughts only spur her on in that moment. The hand at his arm moves to the back of his head in order to play with his hair. The hand atop his guides them further up her leg until they disappear underneath his nightshirt. She hopes he might understand the direction and guidance to touch her inner thighs and further in if he wishes. The idea of his hand there alone makes her shudder and another pleased sound come from her.
It would seem her other plans for the morning are forgotten.
Alkaid tilts her head foreword enough so she can press a kiss to the tip of his ear. She then continues to place light kisses along it to match those at her collarbone. Then, her lips press to his ear, and ever so gently, his ancient name tumbles from her: ]
Costas...
[ A reaction to his touches and kisses, no doubt, but also a sense of needing to be reassured by him. The ancient feelings that wish so desperately to connect to his come forward once more and she gently presses him closer to encourage his kisses. ]