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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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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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