synthneon | FF PSL | ❝ two-toned echoes tumbling through time. ❞

[ Alkaid's eyebrows curl upwards as he shakes more. Perhaps it is not the fever then, and instead something else that has unearthed suddenly. Worry takes her. His hand stretches towards hers and she clasps onto his. Her fingers slide between his and a comforting squeeze is given. A frown takes her face then as he says her name in a way that is unlike himself. ]

What is it? [ Her voice is soft, worry clear in her tone where a sparkling joy had just been moments before. She tilts her head so that her chin can rest on his arm. She pauses for a moment, ears lowering slightly. ] While I may not remember images or words... there are emotions, feelings I have. Thinking of it, I suppose I have had them since the moment we met... but did not truly understand them until my trip to the First.

[ She presses her lips to his arm in another attempt to comfort him. ] You don't need to tell me if it upsets you so, my love. Is... is there anything I can do to help?

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[ Perhaps this would affect him less if he were not ill, but the desperation with which he tries to hold onto the fleeting memory that surfaced is taking something of a toll on him. At the very least, it is causing a pounding in his head that only further scrambles his thoughts. Why that should happen now, when clarity of thought is what he wishes for most, he does not know, but it is highly frustrating. ]

When you gave me the crystal to hold, I felt something... a sensation of familiarity, as if somehow, I knew not only the language spoken that I cannot presently understand, but also that I knew you.

[ He is trying to put into words what he is feeling and thinking, and for once, his words seem inadequate. ] I am not upset, but these memories and feelings are quick to slip away, try as I might to hold onto them.

[ He leans into her touch once more and his fingers tighten lightly around hers. ] Lantaa, I believe that I have remembered your name.

[ Her gaze shifts from his face to the crystal that he holds. The crystal itself holds no memories within in it. She presumes it is because it was made in secret, as opposed to her and K'thisru being present. She had not expected him to have any reaction to the crystal, in the sense that it might awaken something ancient. No star shower bad been present to stir the Echo, and Hydaelyn had not reached out to him.

His gaze is upwards and into a time far away, but she worries what he might find in his remembrance. A sinking feeling takes her then--one she has felt before. One that speaks of lost chances and partings, either through ancient times or various lives. One that speaks that she has not only found him once more, but is sharing a life that she has longed for.

She presses her nose to the side of his arm with worry clearly still written on her face. Of course, she can remember the time when a part of her desperately tried to reach out to him. Azem trying and trying to reach out to Costas and affirm they had found one another and truly could live their lives together. However, she had settled that perhaps Aymeric may never experience those ancient feelings as she had. He had not seen the ruins of Amaurot, nor had he seen the aetheric recreation. Yet, somehow, a crystal lacking in memories and his ancient name seem to have rekindled something.

Part of her fears that the memories he speaks of are far from happy. Still, she steels herself and squeezes his hand once more to give comfort and encourage him. ]

I'm not certain we can truly recall them... not without a catalyst that would trigger them. [ Her gaze lowers. ] The Ascians had their crystals made with memories stores inside. The Echo is merely abilities we had as ancient beings....

[ After all Aymeric has been through? She is not certain she would wish a catalyst to fall on him. She glances up, eyebrows drawn together, gauging his expression and body language. Once more she nudges his arm with her nose in an attempt to comfort.

Then, her ears raise. ]

My name?

[ She had settled on Azem being enough of a name. But... he knows the name she was born with? The one he knew her by? ]

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[ It takes monumental effort on his part to still the shaking that has taken hold of him as he does his best to navigate the storm of recollections that is sweeping over him. This should not be possible, if his understanding of everything she has told him is correct, and yet it seems that something is trying to reach out across the long years that separate them.

He leans into her touch as always, feeling comforted and eased by the way she nudges her nose against his arm. Her little actions and touches always bring comfort to him, even in moments where he seems to be lost in thought or consideration. His thoughts are drifting, but he is still as focused upon her as he can be. ]

Yes, your name. I- I do not know how I know it, but...

[ He simply rests his hand in hers, gaze still very much locked upon hers. ]

Althea. That was your name.

[ Her gaze locks to his, sinking against him slightly. She cradles his hand in hers, rubbing her thumb along the back of his. The shaking worries her the most as he has yet to recover fully. She would ask him if his fever is spiked or if he needs another blanket, but, the way speaks catches her attention in full.

Althea.

Her breath catches in her throat as her heart clenches. The name only echoes slightly in her mind. There is no doubt it was her name; perhaps even the one he knew her by before she took the seat of Azem with her sister. Her ears perk on end as she tries to make sense of the feeling of calm and yet racing heart she feels at the same time.

Alkaid leans forward then and presses her forehead to his. Her heart gives a heavy beat. Her beloved in any life. Had they found one another before? What of sharing lives together? So many questions and all her heart and soul can muster is that he is her one and only love, her soulmate. The one she was looking for those years staring at the sky on Starlight Eve.

Her nose brushes against the side of his. ]

You never forgot it, did you? [ Another nudge and kiss is given to his cheek. ] I won't presume to say you were looking for me... even if I was certainly looking for you... across so many ages and lives.

[ As she most certainly dreamt of one mate to devote her life to. Not any would do. Without knowing it? It could only be his soul.

Alkaid tilts her head and whispers his ancient name against his cheek. Then, despite better judgment given his illness, she kisses him. She feels a bolt of electricity from the tip of her tail to her ears. While it is not their first kiss? It will be the first with their ancient names realized and returned to them. ]

[ Already, the fleeting memories that came back to him are beginning to slip away, despite his best efforts to hold onto them. He remembers her name, and now he knows his, and while chasing after the memories from a distant past is perhaps not the best way to spend his time, there is a part of him that wishes to know what sort of lives they lived back then.

If he had the strength to grasp onto those memories and feelings, he would, but as she surmised earlier, he underestimated the severity of the illness that has taken him. He will certainly recover, but the alternating bouts of fever and chills have left him in need of more rest than he anticipated.

It is almost an involuntary movement, but he finds himself settling even further into the comfort of the bed even as she kisses his cheek, and repeating the action again, this time bringing their lips together. ]

I- I cannot say with any degree of certainty, but I wish to believe that I always had the memory of it in the back of my mind and in my soul as well. [ His lips turn up into a small smile, diminished slightly by the lingering fever and other feelings of being unwell. ] I am certain that I was looking for you, and would have continued to do so had our paths not crossed as they did. [ There is much he still has yet to process, but one thing is clear: he too searched for her across all the lives and years that they had lived.

And having made those statements of declaration, he chooses to simply relax then, enjoying her closeness and the feel of her kiss and the love that is contained inside it. ]

[ She smiles a small one for him, but the sparkle and joy has come back go her eyes. No doubt is in her mind that he had never forgotten her name, it was simply buried in time as his had been. She turns to lay on her side fully, holding his hand with one of hers, which the other moves along his jaw by the back of her fingers.

The revelation of their names does not change who they are in her mind. She still sees Ser Aymeric de Borel as her gaze remains locked on his, and she still feels as she is K'lantaa Pahsh. Now, there is a new layer of understanding of who they are. He is still her lord and her knight, and no amount of ancient memories will change that in her mind. Costas and Aymeric are one in the same, but his ancient name is one she feels should not be used lightly. It is something special in a way. ]

What might we do now that we've found one another? [ The smile turns slightly mischievous then. The answer is obvious in her mind: they will still be married, have a family, and live together in Ishgard. She still remains his dearest and he her mate. ] There is no other place in our star or her reflections that I wish to be. Only here, with you.

[ She maneuvers so that her body presses to his. Then, her head tilts to rest against his shoulder, never breaking their gaze. Her tail moves slightly atop the blankets, but otherwise she remains still in her position she has settled in. A look of exhaustion is in the undertones of her gaze. The long trek across Norvrandt to fight Eldibus, their encounter, and then the chance to allow the Exarch to see the First once more before returning home has started to catch up to her. Not to mention the tending to and care that went alongside Krile for G'raha once he awoke... coupled with the small amount of hours she found the night before with Aymeric. ]

I have more to report to my Lord Speaker. [ She glances at his hand that still holds the crystal that belongs to her and her sister. ] You asked last night of the person who returned with us from the First...

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[ That they now know each other's names changes nothing in his mind; well, in a way, it does, as the love he feels for her seems to have only grown stronger. And on top of that, his determination to fiercely hold onto her and love her has only grown. Nothing shall separate them in this life, nor in any others. He knows that he cannot guarantee that with any certainty, but should it come to it, he would fight as hard as he must to keep them together. ]

What might we do? [ He tilts his head to one side as if thinking that over. ] Oh, there are so many things. [ To be finally married to her, to have the opportunity to see the world should the chance present itself, and to also have children and raise them together. These are the things he desires more than anything else, so long as they too are what she desires.

But in almost the same moment as her pressing herself against him, another thought takes the place of the one intent on plotting their course. It is still plain to him that she is tired and in need of rest, and he ought to be easing her to sleep now as she has done for him so many times. Instead, a strange sort of driving force has settled in, and he finds himself leaning in such a way that he might plant a light but still passionate kiss onto her lips.

And with that action achieved, he withdraws so that she might tell him what she wishes to. ] Ah, yes, the mysterious individual who came with you. [ He nods, recalling his curiosity about this person. ] Please tell me about him.

[ They are things she most certainly desires to experience with him. The sparkle in her eyes intensifies and her tail begins to sway. He rarely finds the time to act playfully or laugh, and she wishes she was a better partner to make those moments for him. She has long thought he does not laugh enough, as most certainly growing up in war was far from happy.

Gods, she wishes to give him a family. There has already been the thought of which children she would suggest they give a home too. All that remains is the right moment to give the suggestion. She will try endlessly to give him a child of his as well, regardless of risks or danger it might present. She desires to fulfill the role of his wife and lady to his House as much as she can.

Her eyes widen slightly at the kiss before her heart leaps into her throat. Alkaid instantly moves to kiss him in return, only for him to pull away to respond to her comments. Her heart pounds, and try as she might to focus on the response to her statement? Alkaid leans forward to kiss his chin and his cheek.

How could she voice that she wishes to start their family? Regardless of the detail they've yet to be legally bound...

She leans further upwards to kiss him passionately. One hand rests on the side of his face as the other remains around his arm. ]

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[ If only he had the words to tell her how every moment with her is an experience and an adventure in itself. The time they have spent together is unlike anything he has ever known, and with every second that passes, he finds himself learning more about her and himself at the same time. She inspires him, as he has said before, but she also makes him feel happiness and joy, although there are times when he does not know how to show it. As she has noticed, he does not laugh often, and although he has made attempts in the past, he still has much to learn about how to act playfully.

But he is wholly content with his life and he considers himself a lucky man indeed to have her by his side. What more could he ask for than that? Even his desire for children is something he would put aside without complaint should it not be attainable for them. So long as he has her with him, he has no reason to complain or to be upset.

Her returned kiss brings a warm smile to his face, as does the way she leans in to be closer to him. And when she kisses him once more, all words and things he intended to say fly straight out of his mind. All he can think about is holding her and kissing her, pouring all the love he has for her into those gestures. ]

[ Even if his laugh is one of pure joy? Alkaid would be more than happy that he feels at peace enough to share that emotion. A smile and the expression in his eyes can be enough to share such emotion, but, Alkaid wishes for him to be able to express it outloud. It is perhaps not in his normal character, or he has so long been stoic because of his status due to bloodlines and the war. Yet, the fact he may even laugh with simply her is enough to bring a sense of joy and fulfillment to her.

A small voice of reason speaks up in her mind. He is still ill, and he needs to eat and rest more. Such actions should not be spurred unless he directs it. Of course, had had kissed her first, but she is now the one that is pursuing it. She ought to leave as it is be and rest herself... yet, she has so very much missed his presence and his touch. Even if they had been together the night before? A month and all the endless fighting thanks to Elidibus...

Alkaid shifts against him once more, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth and nudges his nose. She manages to shimmy out of her robe, pushing it to be over the side. She still wears the nightshirt she borrowed the night before. ]

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[ He would be the first to say that he had forgotten what pure joy was before he met her and she showed him how to find it again. And he maintains that he would not have been able to identify it if she had not been there to be an example of it, simply because when she is near, joy is just one of the things that he feels.

And even as his desires clamor to be satisfied, the more rational part of his mind reminds him that he is still not well, and more importantly, Alkaid herself is still in need of rest. But then she kisses him again and shakes off the robe, leaving her in the borrowed nightshirt and looking quite fine in his eyes. He smiles at how she once again kisses the side of his mouth and nudges at his nose; deciding to let instinct carry him now, he shifts position and leans in so that he might begin placing a line of kisses down the side of her neck and traveling further towards her collarbone. ]

[ At times it is difficult to imagine what the lives of her adopted home must have been like before she, her sister, Alphinaud and Tataru arrived at the gates of Ishgard. While her life certainly had down winds? It is a far cry from knowing one is in a war that most likely will not see an end. While they both would look at the stars and yearn for one another before they even met? Alkaid is quite certain she will never fully understand a life devoid of hope or joy... even if she has most certainly seen it on the First.

A content sigh leaves her as he kisses along her neck. Her head tilts to the side to make it easier for him, her hand moving to guide his to rest on her leg. She wishes for him to touch her more, to make up for time lost, even as the more logical side of her mind insists otherwise. Especially if he too desires it and wishes to have her at the moment. Although the logical side keeps arguing that breakfast should be ready soon, he needs to rest to see to his illness... ]

[ Although he will never banish the memories he has from those times, because to do so would be banishing the memories of his parents that he still holds close to him even now. Even though there were dark times, and times when it seemed as though the war would never end, he knew he had to continue pressing on. If he had not, then perhaps he never would have met Alkaid, and that is a thought he does not wish to entertain.

Even though he is still ill, and even though he can feel the way a chill alternates with a feeling of being far too warm, he does not wish to end this moment just yet. He chooses to ignore the slight feeling of lightheadedness that could be attributed to his illness, but also to the fact that he is still kissing her.

The depth of his desires threatens to slip past his resolve to not cross certain lines too soon, and there is a part of him that wishes to carry out those intimate acts typically reserved for a married couple. But even he cannot pretend he does not know that morning is upon them, and that surely Alkaid has other things she both needs and wants to do besides remain here in this room as the day marches on.

But his desires are still running rampant, try as he might to keep them in check, and the line of kisses he is leaving continues traveling until he has reached her collarbone. ]

[ 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. ]

[ Such a concept would be a challenge for even Aymeric to grasp. Oh, he knows now about the reflections and the different lives that exist in those different places and times, but it still is a lofty subject even with what Alkaid has explained to him about such things. If he knew and grasped the enormity of it, that now it is impossible for any of them to meet their counterparts on the First, he would be truly saddened by such a notion.

Perhaps selfishly, however, he would think that he is fortunate indeed to have met her here in this life. But he is not a selfish man, so undoubtedly, he would pity his other self, knowing that they will go through all of their lives missing that one person who makes them whole.

But as Alkaid makes her moves, all thoughts fly from his mind, and his eyes slide closed for a moment out of sheer pleasure. As their hands move further up her leg and to the inside of her thigh, coming to a more intimate place than he has allowed himself to previously explore, he once again ponders the notion of kissing her legs and allowing his attentions to wander and explore. He has an idea of how, but it is putting that idea into practice that he is unsure of.

The very moment that her lips press lightly against his ear, planting kisses there, a shiver, mild at first but building in intensity, forms at the base of his spine. His ears are rather sensitive, and so it takes nearly everything he has to not lose all of his sense and reason as she kisses them. ]

Lantaa... [ He breathes out her name as he rides out the waves of pleasure brought on by even the simple act of her kissing his ears. ] Althea...

[ Her own ancient name spills forth unbidden, and in one smooth motion, he lightly untangles himself from her (with mild protest in his mind) so that he might adjust and reposition himself closer to her legs. He pauses for a fraction of a second before tipping his head forward to press a kiss to the side of her knee. ]

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[ A part of her wishes to find a way to rejoin his reflection and G'raha's so they might never be parted again. But, it is entirely unfair to the people those reflections might become. Perhaps the versions of Aymeric and G'raha will find others to love deeply and seek again and again. Although, that thought alone causes her hands to tremble slightly. It is wholly selfish and unfair, but that same part does not wish to see Aymeric with another. The part that wished to find him, her one and only mate; the part that reacts as if struck when suggestions Lord Borel take a mistress to produce heirs. Perhaps it is a fragment of her ancient feelings, or the fact she simply clings to him too much.

Saying her names--both of them--in such a manner forms a pleased sound from her. Those instincts push hard once more, and she attempts to keep them in place. Aymeric is a man of demands and orders when he need be, but she cannot imagine him being so in their bed. Her hand leaves his hair to tug at the curtain of the bed that faces the door once he begins to move. If nothing else it will give privacy and shield against the sun...

Then, all the rational thoughts leave her mind in one motion. He kisses her knee and it feels as if everything meltsI. A feeling of pleasure builds in her body and a low moan makes its way out from her. Her eyes flutter shut as her tail flicks to the side. She had always wondered what it would be like for him to touch and kiss her legs (as well as higher), but she hadn't expected it to feel as pleasurable as it does.

Alkaid leans into the bed beneath her, gently shaking in pleasure. Her ears droop slightly and she covers her mouth with the back of her hand to attempt in being quieter. The other hand moves to the back of his head, up his neck, and to the base of one of his ears. The tips of her fingers gently brush along the lines of his ear. ]

[ There is a part of him that feels as though he should take charge and give direction, and he certainly has done so in his day to day when the situation calls for it. The Lord Commander was expected to command and lead, and he found himself doing so with relative ease. The Lord Speaker has a different set of duties and obligations, and Aymeric de Borel, would-be husband to Lantaa Pahsh, has another. He only wishes to please her and bring a smile to her face, and he would do just about anything to make sure that happens.

He presses another kiss to her knee, but then he pauses momentarily as her hand begins to move to the back of his head and further up until her fingers lightly ghost along his ear. A shiver forms at the base of his spine, and driven by his own sense of pleasure, he begins dotting a line of kisses up her knee and traveling up to her thigh. ]

[ There is very little he needs to do in order to please her in any sense. His laugh and smile are enough to cause her heart to melt and a smile to come to her face. There has been much the pair have had to navigate in trauma of evenrs, but, they have done so together. Just as they should.

Alkaid presses the back of her hand to her mouth once more to soften the moan that wishes to come forward. The kisses at her thigh cause her to shiver as well, eyes fluttering shut and only moving to grant him more access. Her breathing deepens. The hand at his ear travels to the tip before moving to the back and ghosting along the skin there. It is almost dizzying how his kisses cause her to wish to react in so many ways...

If he were to look upwards, he would see her eyes open once more and looking down at Jim. Her two-toned colors have darkened as the familiar look of desire and longing lingers in her gaze... ]

[ If only they could have more moments like these: completely uninterrupted, with it being only the two of them, exploring and getting to know each other in the most intimate ways. They have interacted in such a way before, but every time feels like a brand new experience in Aymeric's mind.

In between the continued kisses, he moves a hand lightly against her thigh, intending to add another layer of touches to elicit further reactions from her. It does not seem too unlikely that they could very well cross over that threshold of complete intimacy once more, but as always, he remains attentive to her reactions, watching to see if she further encourages him or is asking him to refrain. The last thing he intends is to make her uncomfortable. But in this moment, that seems to not be the case. ]

[ She aims for them to have such moments with time allotted for these acts or simply talking with one another. Now that business has been concluded on the First, and G'raha is returned home? Alkaid sees very little that would pull her attention away from him.

G'raha. She had intended to tell Aymeric of the events that led the Exarch to return home. The rational part of her mind once more speaks that such a thing is what they should focus on due to the state of his health and business. The fact breakfast must surely await them...

Then, his fingers ghost along the skin he kisses and all thoughts pertaining to her latest adventure flutter from her mind.

Alkaid melts into the bed beneath her. Her hands shake with anticipation once more. He is so close to that most intimate place that her knows in one way but not others. Her head tilts back slightly so that that an unfiltered moan fills the space of their bed. The hand that had covered her mouth slips to rest beside her head, while the other continues to touch along his ear. She knows it is sensitive, but surely there must be one place or touch he might like above the others.

Her mind chooses this moment to bring forth memories of their very first time shared in the bed below her. It seems another age ago when war with dragons still lingered. He had taken her in a manner none had before, even if their clothes had remained. Something deep inside--the feeling from the night before--clenches. The feeling of wishing her mate might taken her as his own and none others may have her. Of course, she is to be his wife, and thus in traditions he has already done so. Yet, this...

Allaid shivers again underneath him. She shifts only so he might have access to touch all of her in a way he pleases. Although, that idea of him directing her and doing as he wishes must surely be evident in her darkened gaze. Of course, she only wishes he would do what he is comfortable performing.

Her body truly relaxes against his fingers and lips. ]

[ Truth be told, he is not entirely certain just what he is doing. Instinct seems to be guiding him, and perhaps his instincts know better than he does. Regardless, he intends to follow them.

He is so very close to that most intimate place, and all it would take is him repositioning himself to once again cross that threshold. Both hands move to brush against her thighs, as if hinting his unspoken desire to take her right then and there.

He may not be able to suppress that desire for long, as she seems more than willing to allow him to do as he pleases, but he finds himself unwilling to cease the light touches he is giving her. To touch her and feel her, and the anticipation that seems to be building up for her as well gives him a certain kind of thrill that he has not experienced very many times before. He certainly hopes that that thrill never fades and that being with her in such a way never loses its meaning. ]

[ His light touches continue, and Alkaid shifts once more underneath him as her arousal builds. Her tail at their sides raise and hits the bed to try and release some of the building emotions, but instead it serves to merely have her head tilt back into the pillows she is resting against. The hand beside her head turns to clutch onto the pillow, her ears droop to the sides of her head, and her breathing deepens but quickens at the same time.

Her tail flicks once more at the memory of the night before as he brushed his fingers over it. Alkaid's breath hitches as her legs begin to tremble, and dimly in her mind she is glad she does not stand. She wonders at the sight she must be to him. Normally, she is the one directing and taking charge. Now, though, everything in her wishes for him to wrap his arms around her and take her as he sees fit. Moving his fingers where he wishes, kissing where he sees fit, and directing her. Her eyes dilate at the idea before shifting once more and something of a moan and whine comes from her.

The hand at his ear traces the edges once more before training down his jaw. She moves along the bone, then gently brushes along his lips, before finally dropping to rest across her stomach. She must look pathetic to be so tightly wound up in merely his touches and kisses. Especially as they had been intimate the night before. ]

Aymeric... [ Her tone reflects the one from the night before. ] Costas....

[ Perhaps part of it is the ancient soul trying to reach to his and be connected once more. They have been before, but not with the full knowledge they have now. Or. Perhaps her mind simply trying to rationalize the overbearing emotion and need for her mate to claim her. ]

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[ Before too long, she will most likely need to release that arousal that is clearly building in her, but Aymeric still intends to complete at least one more action before that happens. While hesitation still lingers in the back of his mind, he has decided that he desires to ignore that hesitancy and push forward to complete the thing he has been wanting to do.

It only requires a little shifting of his own position, and moving his hands to either side of her legs. They have already shed quite a few layers, but there is one thing that still remains in the way: her undergarments. To even come close to such intimate areas still gives him pause, and he can even feel heat forming on the back of his neck, but if he is to claim her, then they must be moved.

And moved they are, and he finds it rather miraculous that his hands do not shake even a fraction as he does so. He does not speak, although her use of both of his names sends a wave of sparks up his spine, as if both parts of himself, ancient and not, are responding.

The color of his eyes has darkened with desire, and he wraps his arms around her even as he moves a fraction closer. Of course, he needs to remove his own remaining garments, but he considers this a teasing sort of hint designed to further increase her anticipation. As if it needs that, at this point. ]

[ The anticipation and arousal will most certainly need release soon. She wonders why it feels so much stronger than the night before. Perhaps it is because this time, he seems to be trailing her along rather than the pair of them simply jumping straight into the motions of making love. The reasoning is sound, even if the pondering leaves her mind the moment her undergarments are removed and she feels some form of reprieve.

That moment disappears as soon as he inches against her with his own garments still on. A shiver takes her whole body at the teasing motion. Her back arcs slightly as a low sound--something of a mix of a whine and a moan--comes forward. She shifts against his arms and rocks her hips slightly in some form an attempt to communicate what he surely must know already.

However, he is in control this time, and he could do whatever he pleases. Alkaid tilts her head back slightly at the idea. Gods, anything in any postion. There is a thrill in not knowing what he might do, especially as he has pressed their hips together ever so lightly.

Alkaid deepens her breathing in an attempt to lower her anticipation and reign herself in. If only as he seems to wish to tempt and tease her more. And so, she shifts her arm, allowing the sleeve of his nightshirt to slip down her shoulder and expose her breast. Of course, her arousal knocks hard against her again, but she attempts to communicate anything he may wish to do he can. ]

FF PSL | ❝ two-toned echoes tumbling through time. ❞

BOOK 3: TWO-TONED ECHOES

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/wrangles the muse for this tag

/wrangles the brain for this one.. a little short but

it's like herding cats

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send her to horny jail

at this rate, they're both going there

permanent members of the ishgard horny jail

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