Who: Cidolfus Telamon & Benedikta Harman. Status: Closed. Where: Around places. What: Cid and Benedikta follow a lead and sneak into a fancy holiday party. Event stuff TBA. Warnings: it's them, what do you want from me
[It starts with his lips dropping to her neck, hands sliding over her body to push the easier piece away to expose more of her breast before teeth grab the fabric to yank it down to expose her further and allow his lips to take her skin instead.]
[She arches up into him with a soft, pleased moan that falls into a laugh when his teeth nip at her bare skin, the jewels that had been resting at against her chest falling and clattering somewhere on the floor, already momentarily forgotten as she savours the touch that she had been waiting for and yearning all night, before they had even left for Nogard.]
That is cheating.
[But when she lifts her head to watch him, her eyes gleam with fondness again, that flame igniting beneath that simmering heat that's rising to the surface, lighting up her body.]
[Suddenly, almost impulsively, she takes his hand into a firm grip, staring at the ring on his finger.]
...Cidolfus... [A pause, and a trembling sigh that is the only thing keeping her control in tact.] I still had a nice time tonight.
[She brings his hand to his lips, kissing that ring, wishing in that moment that it was real.]
[The sound of her voice urges him on as always, the want and desire that had been building and simmering ready to overflow now that they have nothing to impede them. But her actions stop him, face rising to watch her kiss that ring and send another ripple through him.
Marry me.
Marry me.
Marry me right now.
Not an ask but a demand, a desperate want that threatens to leave his mouth but is forced to swallow. Words that she will see clearly in his eyes because as easy as it would be to just "propose" as he used to, he once again feels that he doesn't want to. Not like this.
He's not sure if she is referring to the real proposal or just the night in general, but it doesn't matter. The flame has been lit and he only responds by rushing in to take her roughly by the lips, the sound of the dress tearing mixed with the thud of the couch hitting the wall and their muffled voices and breaths as he doesn't let up for a moment.
Usually he has better restraint, even work her words against her and be deliberately slower, but not tonight. Not right now as clothes, jewels, and coins are soon strewn across the floor.]
[She always knew that tonight would end this way. As soon as she put on her dress and him that suit and felt the way that their eyes had roamed over the other, it was only a matter of time before they both gave in to their desires. What she did not know was that they would be accompanied by such intense emotions. It's not as if they hadn't played the married couple before—this is what, their third time?—but that, alongside the rest of it, had only emphasized those feelings they share. The wish for something more.
She does not want to rush, but how much longer must she wait? And it is not even about him. She knows that she need only say that she is ready and he will make it happen, but how much longer must it be before she is ready? There is still so much to do, so many threads left unravelled, and the pinpricks at her back remind her of the one of many things that they still have to solve. Her wings... She wants her wings so that when it is finally time to give all of herself to him completely, she has finally picked up the pieces of herself that she needs.
Right now, though... Tonight, she can indulge again in the fantasy and allow him to do so as well.
And though he does not say it, she can feel that demand on the way that his lips take hers, and how his hands touch her. In everything that he does. She returns that sentiment equally, a silent whisper that if he were to ask her now, she might very well have said yes, so lost in him that nothing else in the world matters. That is how it tends to go, isn't it? So why is it so much more...?
These are all thoughts that leave her the moment his hands find her skin beneath the dress, and the clattering of the jewels across the floor reaches her ears, the sound making her shudder because of the promise that it holds. She senses that he intends to make good on her words, in both of the ways that she had meant, tonight and later. Senses that whatever thread of restraint that either of them still had, shared between them, has snapped after a long night of wanting.
And it will turn into an even longer night of giving in. With the rings still around their fingers, the touch of the metal a cooler contrast to the heat of his hands on her, it feels as though they burn into her, that reminder imprinting itself again and again upon her skin so that she might never forget this feeling. Her own touch carries those same intentions, reminding him of what it is that is waiting for him at the end of this road.
More importantly, that they would chase it again and again in the many nights to come...]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
no subject
You are not the one who has to explain to the dressmakers why I've brought back another torn dress.
[Not that she minds, and she certainly is not making any moves to stop him, which should be enough to answer his question. Mostly.]
... But would it not be fun to unravel?
no subject
[His eyes gleam.]
But suppose I could always do this.
[It starts with his lips dropping to her neck, hands sliding over her body to push the easier piece away to expose more of her breast before teeth grab the fabric to yank it down to expose her further and allow his lips to take her skin instead.]
no subject
That is cheating.
[But when she lifts her head to watch him, her eyes gleam with fondness again, that flame igniting beneath that simmering heat that's rising to the surface, lighting up her body.]
[Suddenly, almost impulsively, she takes his hand into a firm grip, staring at the ring on his finger.]
...Cidolfus... [A pause, and a trembling sigh that is the only thing keeping her control in tact.] I still had a nice time tonight.
[She brings his hand to his lips, kissing that ring, wishing in that moment that it was real.]
But do not keep me waiting for much longer.
no subject
Marry me.
Marry me.
Marry me right now.
Not an ask but a demand, a desperate want that threatens to leave his mouth but is forced to swallow. Words that she will see clearly in his eyes because as easy as it would be to just "propose" as he used to, he once again feels that he doesn't want to. Not like this.
He's not sure if she is referring to the real proposal or just the night in general, but it doesn't matter. The flame has been lit and he only responds by rushing in to take her roughly by the lips, the sound of the dress tearing mixed with the thud of the couch hitting the wall and their muffled voices and breaths as he doesn't let up for a moment.
Usually he has better restraint, even work her words against her and be deliberately slower, but not tonight. Not right now as clothes, jewels, and coins are soon strewn across the floor.]
💚💜 fin.
She does not want to rush, but how much longer must she wait? And it is not even about him. She knows that she need only say that she is ready and he will make it happen, but how much longer must it be before she is ready? There is still so much to do, so many threads left unravelled, and the pinpricks at her back remind her of the one of many things that they still have to solve. Her wings... She wants her wings so that when it is finally time to give all of herself to him completely, she has finally picked up the pieces of herself that she needs.
Right now, though... Tonight, she can indulge again in the fantasy and allow him to do so as well.
And though he does not say it, she can feel that demand on the way that his lips take hers, and how his hands touch her. In everything that he does. She returns that sentiment equally, a silent whisper that if he were to ask her now, she might very well have said yes, so lost in him that nothing else in the world matters. That is how it tends to go, isn't it? So why is it so much more...?
These are all thoughts that leave her the moment his hands find her skin beneath the dress, and the clattering of the jewels across the floor reaches her ears, the sound making her shudder because of the promise that it holds. She senses that he intends to make good on her words, in both of the ways that she had meant, tonight and later. Senses that whatever thread of restraint that either of them still had, shared between them, has snapped after a long night of wanting.
And it will turn into an even longer night of giving in. With the rings still around their fingers, the touch of the metal a cooler contrast to the heat of his hands on her, it feels as though they burn into her, that reminder imprinting itself again and again upon her skin so that she might never forget this feeling. Her own touch carries those same intentions, reminding him of what it is that is waiting for him at the end of this road.
More importantly, that they would chase it again and again in the many nights to come...]