[ What a pair the two of them make. So ready to sacrifice what they wish for the greater good of others to the point where they could have missed being together. Alkaid would rather not think of the possibility that he would have turned down her invitation to the Forgotten Knight on that evening. The every idea of sitting there alone and it not leading to their shared life, their home, their adopted children is a crushing one indeed. ]
I wonder how many lords are jealous that their children, regardless of blood or adoption, do not come to fetch them. [ Alkaid glances down slightly. ] I imagine those whispers are far better than ones judging your choice in betrothed.
[ The gossip has never missed her ears, even if she has never truly commented on it. Many women remain jealous, she is certain, and many would speak of how he should have become engaged to another Elezen. That way there would be little question or worry in blood born heirs. Alkaid does not regret a moment of taking in their adopted children, and the notion is not unknown in Ishgard, but she is aware of the frowns at the prospect of her being Lady of House Borel. ]
You are usually the one being pampered, my love. [ She gently taps his nose before brushing her fingers along his cheek. ] And the children are old enough not to need your direction for bed. One can hardly blame you.
Although, if you would wish me bare... [ She gives a playful and briefly alluring smirk before laughing once more. Now is hardly the time, but she does wish him to know she is comfortable in all manners around him.
When he leans forward she begins undoing what she is able of his armor. She only pauses when his hand rests on hers to signal he is to retrieve their nightclothes and she nods. Alkaid watches him, and still remains fully glad he cannot remember the full details of his time as a tempered being. The affair still causes her heart to hurt and her hands to shake. Although, for all the scars on her heart from the ordeal? They were graced with two children who needed them ss much as they needed the children. ]
I do. [ Alkaid blushes uncontrollably at attention being brought to it. Her eyes move down and her tail sways more under the bedding. She supposes it is rather obvious. ] They're yours... a-and being dressed with them is a way to be close to you.
[ Her cheeks burn hotter and her hands raise to cover her face briefly once he sits back on the bed. She looks through her fingers, nodding at his choice for the night. Gods, how can she still be an embarrassed kitten after everything they've shared and done?
She then pulls the blankets back to slip from the towel. She shifts closer so he might dress her, as she imagines it will help him feel as a more attentive partner if he does. Then, she tilts her head as quickly as she can and presses a kiss to his mouth. A thank you for all he has ever done for her.
But, they can kiss more once they are both in bed. ]
Should I tend to the fire while you finish dressing for bed?
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I wonder how many lords are jealous that their children, regardless of blood or adoption, do not come to fetch them. [ Alkaid glances down slightly. ] I imagine those whispers are far better than ones judging your choice in betrothed.
[ The gossip has never missed her ears, even if she has never truly commented on it. Many women remain jealous, she is certain, and many would speak of how he should have become engaged to another Elezen. That way there would be little question or worry in blood born heirs. Alkaid does not regret a moment of taking in their adopted children, and the notion is not unknown in Ishgard, but she is aware of the frowns at the prospect of her being Lady of House Borel. ]
You are usually the one being pampered, my love. [ She gently taps his nose before brushing her fingers along his cheek. ] And the children are old enough not to need your direction for bed. One can hardly blame you.
Although, if you would wish me bare... [ She gives a playful and briefly alluring smirk before laughing once more. Now is hardly the time, but she does wish him to know she is comfortable in all manners around him.
When he leans forward she begins undoing what she is able of his armor. She only pauses when his hand rests on hers to signal he is to retrieve their nightclothes and she nods. Alkaid watches him, and still remains fully glad he cannot remember the full details of his time as a tempered being. The affair still causes her heart to hurt and her hands to shake. Although, for all the scars on her heart from the ordeal? They were graced with two children who needed them ss much as they needed the children. ]
I do. [ Alkaid blushes uncontrollably at attention being brought to it. Her eyes move down and her tail sways more under the bedding. She supposes it is rather obvious. ] They're yours... a-and being dressed with them is a way to be close to you.
[ Her cheeks burn hotter and her hands raise to cover her face briefly once he sits back on the bed. She looks through her fingers, nodding at his choice for the night. Gods, how can she still be an embarrassed kitten after everything they've shared and done?
She then pulls the blankets back to slip from the towel. She shifts closer so he might dress her, as she imagines it will help him feel as a more attentive partner if he does. Then, she tilts her head as quickly as she can and presses a kiss to his mouth. A thank you for all he has ever done for her.
But, they can kiss more once they are both in bed. ]
Should I tend to the fire while you finish dressing for bed?