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synthneon2022-03-09 10:17 pm
crystallinedreams) wrote in synthneon2022-03-09 10:17 pm
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FF PSL | ❝ two-toned echoes tumbling through time. ❞
To this riddle all souls are tied
Brief our moments, brazen and bright
Forged in fury, tempered in ice
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But a little bit of turning what is considered normal on its head might not be an entirely bad idea, wouldn't you say? [ Here, his smile grows wider, all but blossoming across his face. She would be correct in saying he does not often look or feel this happy, but he believes she merely has that effect upon him. He also wishes he could feel this way every day, but there is always some problem or situation that requires serious consideration.
A question about whether she might allow his hands to wander is on the tip of his tongue, but it seems to him that she is all but welcoming him to do that very thing. And so his hands travel once more, moving past her collarbone and down to the tops of her breasts. He would allow his hands to continue their downward journey, but a notion has sprung into his mind that perhaps prolonging said journey will only increase those passions that she is attempting to keep in line.
He might not be fully aware that that is what she is doing, but this routine of theirs seems to be one they have repeated before. He hesitates, and then finds the courage to continue moving with his explorations, and she seems to try and conduct herself in a way that seems proper. And yet what is proper about what they are doing? Certainly, they are not going about this wantonly or wildly, although they certainly could, but shouldn't moments like this be governed by passions?
He thinks so, and so he refrains, a sort of teasing expression crossing his face as he takes this momentary pause. ]
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It has never taken Alkaid much to be wound up in intimate emotions when it comes to Aymeric. He is the only one she has ever felt this way for, even if there had been small attractions and flirtations in her younger years. There had been nothing that even compared to the magnetism that she felt she first met Aymeric. She had once mentioned to him that even if he had asked the most ridiculous thing he could of--such as jumping into a ravine--she would have done it simply because Aymeric would have asked her to. The sentiment holds true even now... although she doubts he would ask her to do something such as that.
The matter is not so much one of being governed by property, and more, not wishing to push him in directions he may not wish to venture into. It is quite obvious she has a far more forward sexual drive, and worries that it might push him away. She does not wish to spring her passions on him so suddenly that he might be affronted--or even offended.
She feels his hands stop, and her eyes move upwards to find his immediately. Her cheeks puff slightly, and the tip of her tail gently hits against the leg it is draped over. Despite the rather endearing and humorous expression? The look in her eyes asks for a form of permission for what she might wish to do. ]
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And similarly, no one else has ever made him feel the way he does when it is just the two of them alone like this. There have been those who wished to catch his eye, but it never was the right time for him, and now he knows that it was never the right person. He believes now that the two of them were meant to find each other, and that they complete each other in ways that no one else could.
As always, whenever she puffs out her cheeks, he cannot help but laugh, and that laugh only grows when he feels her tail gently hit against his leg. She has made her wishes clear, and that is all the encouragement he needs.
First he moves to cup the side of her breast with one hand, followed by the other. Next, he leans in, angling his head just enough to allow him to plant a kiss on the side of her neck. If she responds with pleasure to this, he means to continue trailing a line of kisses as far down as he can go. ]
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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. ]
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He would not be surprised, exactly, if he were to learn that she felt that way about being in his company, simply because that is how he feels whenever he is fortunate enough to be in hers. But he would not be so brash as to ever assume she feels any particular way towards being with him, either positive or negative. He considers it a miracle that she still remains with him at all, and so every moment with her is something to be cherished and held onto. Especially since they are so often parted.
With his hands resting on her breath and with how he is planting kisses as far down as he can reach, he is already feeling the beginning signs of arousal, but when she rubs her backside against his, those beginning signs quickly turn into more. His head tips backward just slightly as a wave of pleasure crashes over him as even that small shifting movement stimulated his own senses.
In this moment, it would seem as though both of them have shed their titles and are simply Lantaa and Aymeric. And Aymeric thinks to himself that that is precisely how it should be.
Eventually, the line of kisses that he has been making becomes too far for him to reach, but rather than stop, he simply starts over, beginning with a kiss to her cheek. ]
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There is no miracle in her mind whatsoever. She promised to be his wife, the lady of his home and to carry his family name. Why would she ever back away from that? He fills her life with light, the strength to move forward when all else is dire, and he is the one that completes her. While things have been far from perfect and the world has conspired to keep them apart? They have proven the world is unable to keep them from finding one another time and time again.
Alkaid tilts her head to his once his moves back, pressing her nose to his jaw followed by a brush of her lips. One hand reaches up and backwards, fingers finding their way into his hair, while the other remains at one on her breast. She is certain that he can feel how aroused she has become simply with his kisses and his hands where they are. After all, she can feel his against her.
The urge to turn around and sit on his hips strikes her strong as he begins his line of kisses once more. He wished to care for her in how he sees fit, and she will see that done. ]
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While he is completely and entirely convinced that she is his and he is hers, he is not laboring under the assumption that no one else could have caught her eye before their paths were joined. That she was not swept off her feet by another man long ago is part of that miracle in his eyes. And also that she holds him in the regard that she does is yet another miracle.
He remains ever thankful that their paths did cross, because now he cannot imagine a life without her in it. ]
Lantaa... [ The tone in his voice as he says her name has deepened, reflecting his state of arousal and hunger for more of her. He has the urge to reach for her to turn her around so that they might be facing each other, but perhaps she is comfortable as she is. Even in his present state, he does not intend to disregard her wishes in any way. ]
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There were a handful of handsome men and daring Miqo'tes. Yet, none are him. The way he conducts himself, holds himself, the love for his people, the ideals he carries, the willingness to help those he does not know and emphasize for them. As well as the more physical aspects of his voice and looks. Gods, she finds him handsome, especially in this moment. The way his voice dips into certain tones when the final barriers drop on more intimate settings causes a thrill to run up her spine and her while body to shiver under his touch.
Her first answer to her name in such a way is a small sound of approval and arousal. She wants to press against his hips and move with them but also wants his hands to roam around her person. She is his and her mate. She trusts him implicitly to touch her however he wishes to find his own pleasure. He is her nuhn, the leader of his family, and his wife ought to be able to please and care for him... ]
Hmm? Yes~? [ She tilts her head back to be able to say the words closer to his ear. His statement was more of reflex, but, Alkaid has always tried to make it a sort of game. Her voice softens as she she shivers again. ] What may I do for you, my lord?
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Still, the smile he gives her in return is a warm, heartfelt one, and he lets out a contented sigh in response to her fingers twirling his hair in between them.
He notes it nearly every time he looks at her, but he loves her with the entirety of his being, and that will never change, no matter how much time passes or what trials they both go through. He finds her beautiful as well, but it is not only her physical beauty that draws him to her but her inner beauty as well. In his eyes, she truly is the perfect partner, the perfect wife and lady of his house, and he would have none other but her.
And it is with that thought in mind that he realizes he wishes to have a family with her, whether natural or through other methods. To have children together, to raise them together... He can think of few things that he wishes for more than that. Well, aside from his wish that she could remain home and not have to run off into danger whenever a threat arises. ]
What may you do for me? [ His tone, already deepened by passion and desire, drops a few more notches. And yet, he hesitates, because while their desires might align on the topic of starting a family together, how does he communicate that he is ready? And what is more, should he even feel that way, considering how they are not yet married? Perhaps it is best to say nothing simply for propriety's sake and for the sake of doing the right thing.
He has let some of his walls and inhibitions down, but perhaps this is one area where he is better off not letting his passions direct him where to go. Still, they can still pursue intimacy without crossing that particular threshold, and that is what he chooses to focus on.
The words he would say are on the tip of his tongue, but hesitation strikes at the last moment, so rather than answer verbally, he lets his hands slide down and come to a stop on her hips. His fingers lightly tighten against them, as if he wishes to turn her around to face him, but he does not wish to move her against her will either, and so he contents himself with lightly ghosting his fingers against the skin beneath them. ]
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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. ]
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Still, he recognizes that his titles and positions grant him a certain element of freedom to make decisions and choices that he might not have had if he had been born a common man and not from a noble, albeit lesser, house. If he did not possess them, then his ability to help his people however he can would be hindered, if not rendered entirely nonexistent.
There might have been a time before he met Alkaid and before their relationship grew and developed to the point that it presently is that he considered the possibility of a marriage of convenience. Or rather, a marriage to produce heirs. He knows he certainly would have done his best to be kind to whomever it was that he joined with, and eventually, love might have grown naturally. But now, he cannot imagine such a thing, nor will he give it a moment's thought. He would, without a doubt, put aside the possibility of fathering children and raising an heir in favor of having Alkaid by his side. She is all he could ask for in a partner, wife, and friend, and he has no reason to look any further than her.
Fortunately, if naturally conceiving a child is not in the future for them, there is adoption. And as she has already realized, he does not need time to warm up to such a thing. If he could bring home every orphan, he would.
When she moves, even without his verbalizing his request, his body tenses briefly. Not out of discomfort but because of the intensity with which he longs for her: to feel her, to once again cross that bridge of intimacy. When she hovers above him, his eyes fix on hers, and his pupils dilate, further reflecting his desire for her.
Perhaps where they are is not the best place for such acts of intimacy, and perhaps they should move themselves from the tub to the bed, but there is no stopping him from rising up slightly to press his own hips against hers. ]
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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. ]
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She completes him and understands him in ways that no one else ever could, and although it might be foolishness, he will have no other but her.
As for what he intends to do, he would cross all the thresholds between them and take her as a man takes his wife, and desire and need both are driving him. When she joins him in pressing her hips against his, a moan slips out before it can be stopped as sensations of pleasure ripple from the spot where they are touching and out over the entirety of his person.
To speak now is a challenge, and yet he must make the attempt. ] And I have missed you. My lady and my dearest.
[ As for his reaction to her movements, it is immediate. His head tips backwards slightly and the hold he has on her tightens just a fraction as though she is the rock that grounds him as desire and pleasure washes over him, threatening to overwhelm. It seems that she knows just what to do in order to bring the storm of passions inside him to life. ]
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Alkaid leans against him entirely, rocking her hips against his own. Should he wish to take her, she will not stop him, but neither will she pull him into her. That small thought remains as pleasure takes her entirely and she lets go of anyghing of propriety. Feeling him is almost enough for her at this moment. Her hands curl against his neck, fingers pressing into the skin. This time she does not stop her hips and merely keeps moving at a decent pace.
Every inch of her is pressed to him. Her head tilts to press open mouth kisses to his jaw and to his neck. Another sound comes from her, deep and dripping with desire, moving to kiss his collar bone. One shaking hand raises to the bottom of his closest ear. Her fingertips begin to brush along the bottom of his ear. Anything she can do to have him join her in this state...
His name is mubled as her hips begin to quake. She keeps with the motion, despite how her lower back arcs and causes her hips to press down on him again. Alkaid shifts her weight side to side long him for a brief moment. She silently begs he might touch her anywhere, but preferably the more intimate parts. ]
Aymeric... [ Her voice is so very low and she speaks his name slowly against his skin. Her gaze flicks to his face as she begins to move faster. Kissing any lower would break the contact of their hips and she refuses to do so. ] Tell me where...
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For the two of them to be together in such a way, to stand on the threshold of becoming one, and to even cross that threshold... The feelings and sensations that arise when they are experiencing each other in these ways are ones he has never experienced before, and thus any words he might use to describe them, even in his own thoughts, seem inadequate.
And so he forgoes the effort entirely so that he might focus on the feel of Alkaid leaning against him, rocking her hips against his. Their hips are pressed together, and they are already quite close otherwise, but he presses his upper half against her more, wishing to remove any lingering space between them. Nothing should separate them now, even if they do not take that last step into being truly intimate with each other.
His arousal is mounting even more by the second, and when she begins to kiss his collarbone, he finds it difficult to hold back that last rational thought that perhaps they should content themselves with this: that he should refrain from taking hold of her.
His right hand snakes down her side, fingers lightly tracing the skin there as they make their way down to her hip. Oh, he wants to touch her everywhere that his hands can go, but perhaps that is not what she wishes.
Tell me where, she said. The answer to that is everywhere, including that most private place that, in his mind, is a physical expression of their love for each other and their intent to be together.
His own voice is as low as hers as he puts forward the question: ] Do you wish to...? [ He leaves the last bit of that unsaid, certain that she will understand his meaning. ]
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Alkaid meets him to press all remaining spaces away. She shivers in his touch, feeling the all too familiar sensation of electricity whenever he touches her in these certainly ways. Her hips press against his quickly, as if her body is answering the question before he even says it. Her head dips to the side and her breathing deepens.
His question is answered by a "Yes" that's moaned against his skin. Alkaid shifts however he feels the need to direct her, moving to bring them together. Her arms wrap around his neck so she can pull herself to meet in a succession of kisses.
Perhaps it is a little embarrassing, but, she finds herself moving closer to that moment of release faster than she might normally. The anticipation and longing must surely getting the better of her. Once they both find that moment of release, Alkaid's weight presses entirely against him and her forehead resting on his shoulder as she gasps for breath.
There is no intention of moving or leaving until the water has moved from warm to cold. Her head lazily tilts back, long dark blonde locks tinged in pink framing her face as her hazy eyes meet his. ]
... we should move to somewhere warmer...
[ Although it's clear by her tone and her gaze that she does not wish to be parted from him. Moving would require that very thing. Alkaid glances over the side of the tub to see water waiting for them on floor. Her ears stand perfectly atop her head as her cheeks flush bright red. ]
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When that moment of release comes, he sags just a little as if all his energy went into the intimate act that they just concluded. But he has enough strength left to support her weight and one hand snakes around her to rest upon the small of her back.
The water is already beginning to chill, and has been for some time, but he paid it no heed during the act, and he had not registered its lowered temperature until she said something. The heat of the moment and the actions they performed warmed him to the point that he had not noticed the water in the tub any longer.
But as they catch their breath after their exertions, he knows she is right. ]
Of course. It would hardly do for either of us to catch a chill.
[ He has yet to notice the water on the floor, as his eyes are still very much fixed upon her. Although they should move from the tub and perhaps make themselves comfortable in the bed or, if not that, on one of the couches (although that would mean leaving the room), he does not wish to be parted from her any more than she does. To that end, he resolves to carry her from the tub to wherever she wishes to go. And since he has decided to let her make that choice, he asks: ]
Where would you wish to go? To the bed, perhaps? [ If they remain in the bedroom, they are certain to be afforded privacy. Not that the household staff would interrupt them if they went to the sitting room or his study, perhaps. ] Wherever it is, I will gladly carry you there.
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