[ Her head tilts ever so slightly into his shoulder once more. Lantaa opens her eyes enough to look at him with a dazed, yet still inquisitive, look upon her face. ]
You owe me no debt. Why would you? I'm... I'm your pair, and your someone. I do it because I love you, and it is my duty to care for and heal you. Just as it always has been.
[ She knows so much of the knowledge and feelings of their past lives remains locked away from him. Yet, she wonders if that is perhaps for the best. He is not driven nor ruled by emotions that cling to him from before, unlike her. He is free in that sense. Free to love, to live, to chose how he wishes to. Where as she refuses to love another or engage with much of anything without him at her side.
Lantaa lifts the hand from his chest to rest against his cheek. Then, she begins to trail down along his jawbone and his chin. The tips of her fingers brush along his lips as her expression turns to a gentle dazed smile. She wonders if he craves the affection and physical contact as well... or if he merely humors her.
Her eyes only slightly as his fingers move inward on her thigh. The familiar desires suddenly knock loud and hard against her resolve to not overly indulge in the euphoria that will seem to follow every time he feeds. A shiver takes her as she feels familiar shocks run up her spine. Lantaa melts entirely against him then.
It shouldn't be terribly embrassing as hes had her before...
Oh, he had asked a question. Lantaa turns her hand to rest her fingers under his chin, leaving only her thumb to brush his lips. How honest should she be for her pair? ]
Anything that pierces the skin is uncomfortable at the very start... but, I don't mind... it's the nature they've plagued you with. They've changed you into who and what you are... and if I can't reverse or heal that damage done? Then, the least I can do is help you carry the burden. A-as a lady-wife should.
[ The last bit truly slips without notice from her. Her gaze drops to his lips for but a moment before she forces her eyes to return to his. They remain the sky-blue that she loves so much, and she has to wonder if her dazed and darkened two-tone eyes is unattractive then. Just as perhaps her blood and her appearance must be...
Her fingers curl around his that still hold her other hand. Then, she shifts slightly more to press her side to his front with her leg moving to welcome more of his touches further in. ]
Aymeric... [ A content sigh leaves her. Her tone shifts to the deeper and alluring one he must know so well. Yet, there is no sign of attempting to compel him or capture his attention as both knight and vampire. Merely a statement of his name in the tone drawn from the pleasure of his finger leaving their shocks in their wake.
It's hardly as if she is alluring without magic anyways. ]
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You owe me no debt. Why would you? I'm... I'm your pair, and your someone. I do it because I love you, and it is my duty to care for and heal you. Just as it always has been.
[ She knows so much of the knowledge and feelings of their past lives remains locked away from him. Yet, she wonders if that is perhaps for the best. He is not driven nor ruled by emotions that cling to him from before, unlike her. He is free in that sense. Free to love, to live, to chose how he wishes to. Where as she refuses to love another or engage with much of anything without him at her side.
Lantaa lifts the hand from his chest to rest against his cheek. Then, she begins to trail down along his jawbone and his chin. The tips of her fingers brush along his lips as her expression turns to a gentle dazed smile. She wonders if he craves the affection and physical contact as well... or if he merely humors her.
Her eyes only slightly as his fingers move inward on her thigh. The familiar desires suddenly knock loud and hard against her resolve to not overly indulge in the euphoria that will seem to follow every time he feeds. A shiver takes her as she feels familiar shocks run up her spine. Lantaa melts entirely against him then.
It shouldn't be terribly embrassing as hes had her before...
Oh, he had asked a question. Lantaa turns her hand to rest her fingers under his chin, leaving only her thumb to brush his lips. How honest should she be for her pair? ]
Anything that pierces the skin is uncomfortable at the very start... but, I don't mind... it's the nature they've plagued you with. They've changed you into who and what you are... and if I can't reverse or heal that damage done? Then, the least I can do is help you carry the burden. A-as a lady-wife should.
[ The last bit truly slips without notice from her. Her gaze drops to his lips for but a moment before she forces her eyes to return to his. They remain the sky-blue that she loves so much, and she has to wonder if her dazed and darkened two-tone eyes is unattractive then. Just as perhaps her blood and her appearance must be...
Her fingers curl around his that still hold her other hand. Then, she shifts slightly more to press her side to his front with her leg moving to welcome more of his touches further in. ]
Aymeric... [ A content sigh leaves her. Her tone shifts to the deeper and alluring one he must know so well. Yet, there is no sign of attempting to compel him or capture his attention as both knight and vampire. Merely a statement of his name in the tone drawn from the pleasure of his finger leaving their shocks in their wake.
It's hardly as if she is alluring without magic anyways. ]