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

[crystallinedreams]

song of hope

BOOK 3: TWO-TONED ECHOES

One brings shadow, one brings light
To this riddle all souls are tied
Brief our moments, brazen and bright
Forged in fury, tempered in iceCODE BY TESSISAMESS

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/skips ahead a bit

[shepherdtostars]

[ She worries that she had placed an expectation or even demand for their relationship to turn intimate as it and before marriage. It had not been her intention, but, it seems he was ready to make that step forward. A small part of her worries furthermore that he may come to resent it, simply because his father had made the same decision. Of course, neither of them will dismiss any children, regardless of the likelihood they will have of being able to have them. She, of course, looks forward to these moments, but does not push or truly even ask for them. She feels it should be when he wishes to. Although if he ever did wish such a thing wantonly now and again, she would not complain.

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. ]

[thewayforpeace]

[ The moment they come together, a sound of pleasure bordering on ecstasy escapes from him, and his head tips back even as his fingers lightly grip onto her, pressing into her skin as if he needs to touch her to ground himself, even just a little.

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.

[shepherdtostars]

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