closed 🪶⚡ i'll be the light to lead you home

[garudas]

Who: Cidolfus Telamon & Benedikta Harman.
Status: Closed.
Where: The Roost, The Farplane.
What: Cid and Benedikta move to a new house in the Roost. Event stuff later.
Warnings: The usual. :)

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[garudas]

[Well, when he asks it like that, it's embarrassing.

He'll feel her finger poke at his stomach, like she's counting down the seconds waiting for her thoughts to come to her, and her lips purse into a shy pout.]

... Well, I had just wondered why.

[That is to say that yes, she misses it.]

[ramuhs]

[His smile deepens and he's going to be terrible because he's going to adjust themselves so that he can pull her face up while looking down at her.]

Perhaps because in these past few weeks I forgot that we aren't officially wed yet.

[garudas]

[Terrible. The worst man to ever exist right here and he is making her face him like this...

Her eyes dart away first before they come back to meet his, and her lashes flutter at the thought, a little breath leaving her.]

I suppose that is true... We might as well be, hm?

[ramuhs]

It does feel like it, does it not?

[Slowly the hand at her chin rises to caress her cheek, smiling.]

But that doesn't mean I don't still want it to be real.

[garudas]

[She leans into his hand, pressing her cheek to his warm palm and closes her eyes because she cannot bear to look at him right now out of sheer embarrassment.]

Perhaps I... missed knowing that you still wished to...

[Even if the answers were always either a flat no or a beat around the bush.]

[ramuhs]

[...What is she going to do with her.

He leans in closer, his voice lowering as subtle heat simmers in his gaze.]

Shall I remind you every night, then? Perhaps even long after?

[garudas]

[Close enough that she can move in and brush her lips over his, using it as an excuse to hide the growing flush in her cheeks.]

Mmm... I would not object to that.

[A light press of her lips in a brief kiss before she's pulling back far enough that she can see into his eyes, and him into hers. Her voice falls quiet, to a near whisper.]

...I like knowing that I am wanted...

[After spending so long wishing for it, missing it, and missing him, it feels nice to finally have that again.]

[ramuhs]

Have I not done enough to make you feel so?

[His voice is quiet and soft, as if trying to soothe and coax his precious lover while knowing that's not it at all.]

[garudas]

[Whatever he is doing, it's working... like luring a little bird out of her hiding place where she is safe...]

You always do... Perhaps too often.

[No, that's a lie. It is never enough.

And now it's her turn to draw him closer, a little tug with her arms around him.]

But are you saying that you would not want me to show you more?

[ramuhs]

[A light hum-like laugh.]

I thought you would be too overwhelmed.

[His lips brush against hers.]

I've been holding back quite a bit, you know.

[garudas]

[She captures his lips with a light kiss, but there is a weight to it, too. Emotions and promises conveyed that she wishes him to know. A promise that, while she is sometimes afraid of what these deeper feelings mean, she would not run. That this is the place that she wants to be, overwhelmed or not.]

Has that ever stopped you before?

[ramuhs]

Not really, no.

[A sly smile before it fades just a touch as his hand idly brushes her hair and he relishes in the warmth and presence of her.]

But how are you feeling now?

[He doesn't necessarily want to pull them out of their cozy mood, but he doesn't want anything that needs to be addressed go by unheard.]

[garudas]

[She can feel the shift, small as it may be, she is so focused on him that every change in his expression is like a tide of new emotions. Not that it is a bad thing, she quite likes the way that it softens—a look that would have frightened her before but now, she basks in it the way a flower basks in sunlight. It gives her comfort, soothes and quiets the turmoil of emotions within her.]

... Better.

[She moves closer, tangling her legs between his, and presses another kiss to the corner of his lips.]

Better now that you are. [She pauses.] ... Do not go back in there.

[ramuhs]

[He doesn't answer right away.

Logically, he shouldn't. After what happened in there, he woukd be a fool to put himself at risk.

But those cultists, seeing what they were doing... He knows he said it wasn't something they should fully involve themselves in, but it would be a lie to say it isn't concerning.]

I'll try.

[garudas]

[She knows that it is asking for a lot, for him not to go back. But she is terrified, and rightly so. After what happened, how could she not be? And would he not ask the same thing of her, for all the same reasons?

What if he had been alone down there, and that soul had completely taken over and made it out? What if no one else could tell and let it happen? What if he got dragged into the Locker and no one could get him out?

A million different possibilities run through her head, and she shuts her eyes against them, letting out a breath.]

I would never forgive you if anything happened.

[And how could she forgive herself?]

[ramuhs]

Then I best be sure nothing will.

[He knows he's also being unreasonable, unable to make such a simple promise. He can only gently stroke her cheek and then kiss her gently on the lips.]

Frankly I have no deep desire to return, so it's unlikely I will. But if I do, I will remain with the others and not venture past the city. I think I'd want to just to learn a little more about the place itself than be involved in anything else.

[garudas]

[That is about as much as she can ask for. She cannot say that she is pleased with that, but she knows even more that she cannot stop him. Ever the kind of man who helps and wishes to learn, and she hates him for it in times like this.]

I cannot lose you again, do you understand me?

[It's a firm statement, one that leaves no room for objection, against his lips before she kisses him slowly, to be sure that he does understand.]

[ramuhs]

I do. I cannot lose you again, either.

[A low whisper as he returns that kiss, because he cannot lose her again, either, and... That's also why he takes those risk. Knowing they could be targets, after the were both already taken once in some form, what was something he once thought he could seperate himself from has now changed. What if she had been possessed instead?

Souls that are already meant to be dead...

The kiss deepens at that reminder, as if not wanting to discuss anything further. Or perhaps they don't have anything else.]

[garudas]

[Even if there was anything else, she does not find it within herself to say anything more. Not when he deepens that kiss, and she swears she feels those words being burned and engraved onto her lips. She returns it, fervently, a gentle fire stoked in her. And while there is that passion that burns between them always there, it is warmer. Gentler. Not the flaming heat that so often forms and so quickly, but the kind that is meant to burn for a long, long time.

It is one of those moments where words are not needed because her touch conveys it all for her, as it does for him. There is no urgency, but her fingers are soft and slow, caressing his face and threading through his hair, slipping beneath the clothes that he still wears so that she can help to remove them.

Even then, it leaves her breathless when she parts for air.]

Help me get these off. You smell like the sea.

[Not that she minds it, as she buries her nose into the crook of his neck before she's undoing the laces of his jacket.]

You need to rest, and they are uncomfortable.

[ramuhs]

[A low, rumbling laugh at first, a roguish smile appearing as he looks up at her as he works her fingers against his jacket.]

Dangerous words to say to man while in bed like this.

[But he can't say that rest wouldn't be better when he really could use it. Still, the way his hands begin to move over her to start undressing her are teasing.]

[garudas]

[That roguish smile of his does unspeakable things to her restraint, and she treats herself a little by letting her hand move beneath his shirt and over his skin before she's continuing.]

What is life without a bit of risk?

[Tempting as it is, she also does not wish for him to strain himself any further. The tapir and the kirin may have healed them and gotten them cleaned up, but that does not mean that they were fully recharged. She certainly is not feeling so, and he had used up far more than she had.]

When we are both well rested...

[She lets him help her shrug herself out of the leather vest she wore, leaving her in the thin cotton shirt beneath.]

Then you may make good on that threat.

[ramuhs]

[A low hum as his eyes drift over her before he sits up under the excuse to take off his jacket...

And then sneak a kiss against her neck as his hands move down her sides to her belt to work it off.]

So the morning.

[garudas]

[Once she's shoved off his jacket, it's her turn to work at his belt, deft fingers working with ease and efficiency to tug it open and out to toss it to the floor within moments.]

If that is how long it will take. But do not tempt me...

[Her hands swat gently at his before she's returning that sneaky kiss of his with one of her own, pressing it to his cheek. She rolls away from him, enough that she can slide out of her pants and then help him with his, until they are stripped down to their undergarments. They are quite good at this......]

You are already making this difficult enough.

[ramuhs]

As if you weren't first?

[Whose hands touch whose skin first, hmmm?????

But once they are undressed, he pulls her back to him, eyes shining playfully.]

[garudas]

[She gives him a pointed look as she rolls back over to him, arms going around his shoulders, her eyes filling with fondness and that warm, lasting flame again.]

That is precisely my dilemma.

[Her expression softens, and she gently grazes her nails over his hair and along the back of his neck.]

But I only wish for you to feel better. And rested.