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

[Whether it's the kiss or the sound of his name, he stirs, her name murmuring past his lips as if response.]

...Benna...

[But it's sleepy, rough, deep, and although he shifts closer to her it's clear he's not quite awake yet, the deep breath like a longing sigh followed by those quieter breaths of sleep.]

[She smiles, the way he says her name like that making her heart flutter so violently that she has to scold it with a soft click of her tongue.

But she tests him, moving closer until she's flush up against him, and she kisses him again. Repeats his name again.

Founders, she just wants him to kiss her back. Why is she so selfish when it comes to him? Why so needy? It's annoying, and she would chide herself again if it didn't feel so damn good to be.]

...It's morning...

[Just another low murmur and sleepy groan as his arms tighten around her, body pressing more firmly to hers.]

Sleeping...

[It's rather rare for Cid to be so out of it. Okay, more common after a night of drinking, but instead of alcohol it seems he was drunk on everything that transpired the night before. But perhaps it's reflective of how much more relaxed he is with her with him compared to all their other nights. Even in Waloed he was quick to wake because that was just what his body was trained to do, never able to really have a chance to rest, not even with her.]

[She's completely captured, caged within his arms, and she pouts at him as he practically rolls over and goes back to sleep. She wants to let him sleep, but she also wants him to wake up... if only so that they can spend some time in bed together before she inevitably has to get up and leave him, so now she's stuck—quite literally—between two decisions.

No. She's decided that she's going to be greedy.]

Wake up.

Make me.

[Another low, rough grumble, but he certainly seems more awake than before.]

[Is he really sure that's what he wants? She can think of a number of ways to do so, and none of them involve being very chaste about it.

For now, she continues to test the waters, seeing how far she can push him before he finally gives in. Rather than kiss him this time, he'll feel a light nip at his jaw, followed by several kisses peppered over his face.]

Like so?

[She should know that that is exactly what he wants—

Just a low hum as his head tilts slightly, giving her more access.

...

But that's also all she gets.]

[...

He actually gets a low growl out of her when her teeth graze over his jaw once more, her frustration getting the better of her, just a smidge.

Her hands start to roam now, down over his shoulders, his chest, his stomach, stopping right on his hip where her nails carve a line, featherlight, but not so light that he won't feel it.]

[Another low hum, a slight shudder as his arms move to more around her as he presses towards her.

...

Still not giving her what she wants.]

[It's alright. She is a woman who knows what she wants, and she has no problem taking it, and she savours that little shudder she gets out of him.

Her lips travel from his jaw down to his neck, and further still to his collarbone, leaving little marks of red on the way. Closer, her fingers inch still, teasing him, but no matter how close she gets, it's never close enough.

Lower, lower she descends, her breath running hot along his skin, and as her palms find his hips, she glances up at him to watch from where she now rests on his stomach.

A dangerous game, he is playing.]

[His breathing deepens and muscles tense as he feels her descending down, and there is definitely something waking up right now.

It's certainly becoming harder to resist not doing more, but then again—this is exactly what he wants. And really, would she even stop if he did wake up properly? So there's just the movement of his arm shifting, his fingers threading and digging up her neck and through her hair.]

Awake now, are we?

[She chuckles, making sure to let that laugh skim over him.

And really, this became less about waking him up and more about wanting to please him, and as her mouth makes that final descent over him, she will certainly do that as she savours his taste.

Granted, it is a good way to wake anyone up, and by the time they finish, she climbs back up over him, her fingers wiping at her lips as she settles right at his side again, as if she hadn't moved at all in the first place. Her lids are heavy, eyes honeyed and sweet as she stares at him and combs back his hair.]

... Good morning.

[Certainly a more favored method, and when she returns to him he just looks at her with pleased grin, eyes on her glistening lips before he's pulling her closer to him.]

Hmmm, morning.

[And then his lips take hers—slowly. So that his tongue can run over her lips before he speaks against them.]

...Though now I feel I should return the favor.

[She takes that kiss that she had been waiting for, keening into it with a soft moan. Her hips even give a small wiggle against his to tease... Gods, she would love nothing more than for him to return the favour, and she is tempted, but...]

Perhaps later.

[Has she gone completely mad? Yes, perhaps... though completely, madly in love with him that all she wants to do is lie here at his side and look at him. Admire how the sun cascades over his face, his hair, his body as it's sheened in that afterglow of his.]

[A low hum and quiet laugh as his hand drifts down to her hip, pressing her more against him as his teeth graze and nip at her lips.]

Sure?

[There is such a sly, devious tone in his voice, his eyes gleaming down with that mischievous smirk as his hand travels further inward...]

[He is a dangerous, dangerous man and if she is not careful, she will be nothing more than a little bird caught between the wolf's teeth. Literally, as she sighs when his tug at her lip. And though her legs part in silent invitation and pure instinct, reacting to his touch without so much as a single thought, she pulls back from him—only far enough that she can stare into his eyes.]

I am.

[Her voice is a touch husky, but no less soft as she continues to thread her fingers through his soft, ashen brown hair.]

... Just let me be with you for a while, Cidolfus.

[There's a slight widening of his eyes before they soften and the smirk turns into a more tender smile, his hand moving so that it wraps around to her back instead, hugging her.]

Now how can I refuse that.

You can't. I already know.

[She grins at him before leaning in for a sweet, soft, lingering kiss.]

The morning looks good on you is all.

Mm, does it now?

[An amused hum as he returns the kiss.]

Doesn't look bad on you, either.

[Of course he had always known that, often waking before her to stare at her and always wishing she could stay like how he found her.]

I'm well aware.

[And she's staying right now, right here in his arms, and she doesn't intend to move for as long as he will let her remain.]

You know...

[She starts slowly, her eyes growing warm and fond as they flit across his face.]

There is something different about you.

[He cants his head slightly, curious.]

In what way?

[He knows he's changed since he left... Different environments and having everything turned on its head will do that to a person. But now he's curious what exactly it is she's noticed.]

[That is exactly what she has noticed, but that much had become apparent as she looked upon him this morning, before she even woke him up. Or perhaps even before, but it was not so clear as it is now.

She's silent for a while, her fingers running over the creases at the corner of his eyes.]

...That place... It changed you.

[He watches her carefully, leaning a little into her touch.]

How so?

[She knows what he's doing... and for once, she doesn't completely mind it. She won't chide him for it, and instead, her eyes continue to remain on him, as if transfixed. Her cheeks flush, or maybe they were already flushed, and her lips part with a silent sigh.]

Your smile is easier.

[Her thumb runs along his lips.]

Your eyes are softer.

[And it comes with such ease that she wonders what it was about that place that made him that way. Or what it was about Waloed that didn't. There's a slight pang of jealousy that aches in her chest, but it does nothing to deter her, nor does she chase it away. If anything, she thinks she has every right to be a little envious...]

[There's a slight surprise in his eyes, but then his lips quirk up a bit into an amused smile.]

Not a bad thing, I hope.

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