escordvi | closed ⚡🪶 and forevermore, i'll be chasing the storm we had.

[A bit of a bitter, withering look, as if this is her greatest betrayal right here. However, he can't deny it now, and he just sighs as he slowly lowers himself onto the bed.]

Still think we could do it.

[Mutter grumble sullen pouting.]

Do you?

[Her hand is right there, and she is tempted to give it another poke just to drive the point home, but she doesn't. Instead, she brings her hands up to his face and tries to smooth out the pout in his brow before moving down to be beside him.

That isn't to say that she isn't aching for it either, the embers that he's set alight in her still burning with a need for release... but having him grunting in pain in the middle of it all would be the worst thing for both of them. What a way to kill the mood... and it's not even either of their faults.

She shifts, however, taking his hand to tug his arm around her, and so that she is half on top of him, her face over his, hair falling forward to tickle his cheeks.]

Then surely, you could keep going...?

[He stares at her for a moment, her actions doing little to quell those desires that continue to burn. But that throb at his side is an annoying reminder, and he clicks his tongue before his hand drifts down her back.]

There are other ways.

[And drifts down further to her hip.]

[There are other ways, and they play a dangerous game when his hand finds her hip, his fingertips sending a shudder through her from where he touches her. Like him, it does nothing to stem the heat that continues to simmer under her skin, does nothing to extinguish the way it flares in her eyes for a moment...]

There are.

[Does nothing to stop her from leaning in further, closing that gap between them so that she can kiss him sweetly, tenderly, or the soft roll of her hips...

But that is as far as she will allow it to get.]

... And we can try them once you see to that wound properly.

[There is a bit of a low growl against her lips as he kisses her in return, his hand not stopping its travels as it pushes past the fabric of his shirt on her, running over her bare skin and dipping dangerously over her inner thigh.]

You're not making this easy.

... When have I ever made anything easy for you?

[And her thighs dangerously part in response, some parts of her acting on pure, raw instinct while her brain screams at her to stop... but she can't help herself with him. She never could, especially less so now.

Her lips travel from his, caressing his jaw, smiling at the way his stubble scratches her cheek.]

You aren't exactly making it easy for me either, Cidolfus... but you're hurt.

[Very dangerous because those fingertips edge closer to her center, teasing her first by pulling her leg a little more.]

You know what they say, pain—

[And he happens to twist his side in such a way that he does feel some pain, the wound now more aggravated from before making him flinch.]

...Before pleasure.

[And then a sigh as his hand sadly slides up her leg to her side and back instead.]

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[Okay, maybe a little bit... If it's just his hand, then it's probably fine, yes? If he doesn't move anything else, he won't injure himself further, right? It's not as if she has much of a choice when her hips arch towards him in an attempt to nudge his fingers closer, a sigh brushing against his ear...

She doesn't realize how lost she gets in the feel of it until he winces in pain again, and the wave of disappointment is felt as it crashes over both of them now.

When his hand moves to her back, she flops her head on his shoulder, defeated, pouty, and just a little bit breathless.]

... It's for the best.

[Who is she trying to convince here with that bullshit?]

Perhaps you'll feel better in the morning.

[He gives her an apologetic kiss and rub of his hand over her spine.]

And if not, I can just stop by a healer and we continue where we left off.

Mm...

[Just because he's injured doesn't mean she can't still kiss him, and she gives him another one in return.]

And I have to wait that long?

[A low hum and quiet laugh as his eyes finds hers, lips brushing against hers as he speaks in that low, rough voice.]

Well if you need something to tide you over... I can oblige.

I think I will survive until morning. After that, however...

[She may just need to take him up on that offer, and she takes a shaky, deep breath to steady her heart. She nuzzles her nose into his cheek, a soft laugh to match that rough voice of his.]

But you will be the death of me, you know that?

[There's a faint smile, the first since this ordeal began.]

Could say the same of you.

[And then another kiss before he continues.]

But I wouldn't mind it.

I would.

[Another kiss that she smiles into, her tears finally starting to dry away, and she slides her arms around his shoulders so that she can pull herself closer.]

You've quite the debt to repay to me still, and I'd see to it that I have it paid back in full before I am.

[In case he's forgotten about it!]

[Another laugh as he presses closer to her in return, savoring the taste of her lips as if it's the first time.]

Hm... Then should I take my time? Let me live longer?

[Her eyes narrow at him playfully.]

And then you'd never pay off your debt? Your interest is still growing, you know...

[She pretends to huff out with a dramatic sigh.]

I suppose I could make some exceptions. Arrangements for you...

I could at least make it worth your while.

[A light graze of his teeth over her lower lip.]

Especially in the matter of those payments.

[Gods, he's really not going to make this easy for her, is he?

She tries to stifle the soft moan from his teeth on her lips, but it comes out full-bodied and loud, her hips arching gently towards his. But she has to remember that wound, has to remember that he is hurt and if they try anything strenuous, it will only end up worse in the end.

It's difficult to do when he's still tugging at her like this.]

Then I suggest you save your energy for tomorrow, old man...

[He knows he isn't, but he's still a little agitated so he's being mean and having her suffer with him—]

I have plenty, no worries about that. You on the other hand...

[His lips travel, smirking against her skin as his hands tease her warm skin, drifting up towards her chest...]

[Back arching, she pulls back to meet his eyes, her hand searching for his wrist so that she can snatch it in hers. There's something of a scolding look about her, though the fire in her gaze could easily burn it away.]

I've plenty, don't worry about me.

[Whether she still will once he's finished his repayment in the morning is another matter entirely, but that is a problem for tomorrow Benedikta.

Right now, she knows he needs his rest, so she threads her fingers with his to keep them from wandering any further. To keep her from falling any further under his spell... though, perhaps it's already too late for that.]

Besides... there was something I wanted to ask you...

[And caught, however he won't try to escape, his eyes instead alight with playful amusement. He is so very tempted to press his lips to her neck, to keep descending and testing to see how much longer she can keep up her defenses. But at her words, his head tilts slightly.]

What is it?

[After everything they had just shared and discussed... He wondered what it could be.]

[That tip of his head could do things to her all on her own, and she is tempted to just throw everything away and be content with just kissing him. And she will be, but first—]

You'd mentioned all of those things before coming to Valisthea...

[As a child, and then as he grew.

Her voice grows soft, that passion fading into pure and unadulterated affection.]

You never told me much about it... those times... Why?

[...Ah.

There's something that flickers in his gaze—something unknown, unclear that makes his expression something pensive and contemplative before he answers.]

Not really much to say.

[And there he goes, deflecting and avoiding. But given that she opened up to him, it's only fair if he does the same.]

And not exactly a lot of proud moments to share.

[Deflecting and avoiding, a bad habit that they both have a hard time breaking, it seems.

But she won't push him, and only places a kiss to the corner of his mouth, trying to do her best to comfort him in the only way she can.]

As if either of us have many proud moments to share?

[Now isn't she being sweet...

He can't help but smile a little more crookedly at that, finding her gestures too adorable.]

What would you like to know?

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