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
[Did he really down that entire cupcake in just a few bites? Now it's him that Benedikta is looking at as if he is the one who might explode icing in her face.]
... And you are certain you do not feel sick this time?
[He took big bites and he really enjoyed it!! So what if it was a little dry and he icing might have tasted like pure sugar at some points, he likes it!!]
Not in the slightest. However it did occur to me that this would have gone well with some coffee.
[He's still chewing on that piece when he hears her words, and there's a small look of surprise. Not from what she's saying exactly but just that she said it at all... And how he can't help but look at her fondly.
He'll reach out and gently brush the side of her chin.]
And you will. Just need a bit of practice, that's all.
[He follows with a low laugh, and once they are standing his arms will wrap around her, pulling her into a rough, crashing kiss before she'll feel herself lifted up and into his arms as he looks down at her with that heated gaze.]
As if there were another way?
[Well, there is, but he's too impatient for it as he already takes those long strides to their bedroom.]
[She had expected him to lift her up off her feet, and that is exactly what she was asking him to do, but even so, she squeals in delight when he does, her surprise breaking her free from where she had been melting into that kiss just seconds before. Everything about the way that she wraps her arms around him and nuzzles him is clumsy, just like her laughter, but she doesn't mind it so much tonight. Her chest fills with a happiness she didn't know she could feel, and everything just feels so much lighter now.
Perhaps it is in part thanks to the wine, but its sweetness and the buzzing warmth only makes it better.]
There is not.
[It is only once they are in there that her gaze softens somewhere beneath the heat.]
Thank you for everything, Cidolfus. And I do not mean just the gifts...
[Oh, she was expecting him to throw her onto the bed and follow, so she's a bit surprised when he stops at the foot of their bed. It's easier for her to hide that way as she feels the embarrassment crawling up into her face again.]
Well, I do mean the gifts too... but...
[She appreciates them! And can't wait to use them!!! And she wanted to make sure he knew that. More than that, however...]
In spite of your antics, I had a nice time with you tonight.
[That time will come, but what better way to make her more flustered and embarrassed by keeping her prisoner in his arms and holding her close for a more intimate atmosphere?]
I am glad.
[His smile is soft as he pulls her up just enough so that he can close the distance and kiss her once more, this one sweeter than the last.]
I know parties aren't really your thing, but you also deserved some time to celebrate and have a bit of fun.
[Even if at the expense of her dignity as she chased him around.]
[There really is no better way, because now her cheeks are flushed, and she cannot run from his adoring gaze, or that kiss. Not that she wants to escape the latter, as she melts further into his arms.]
I think I had a bit too much wine to compensate.
[She snorts under her breath, and stares up at him through her lashes, a hint of mischief lighting in her eyes.]
I meant celebrating with you, silly. But I will have to get you back for earlier.
[Another cry of delight that turns into laughter when she's dropped atop the mattress and sinks into it, and once he's above her, she drags him down further into a kiss.]
[But he smiles as his hand moves to caress and cup her cheek as he returns that kiss, that heat softened by that warmth.]
But I wager it's worth the risk.
[And really, it's not just about that greed and passion that they share so often. As it has been lately, these times have become more intimate, more meaningful. They've already had their "celebration" of their freedom of Ultima, but this has been something more official, a celebration of many things. Of a new beginning.
A beginning that really feels as if it's finally starting.]
[Of course there is still that passion, that greed, that heated desire that always burns between them, but it has certainly become much more than that, especially in recent months. It's hard to tell when this began, or what feelings had started when, but although there is that heat that lingers beneath her lips as she kisses him again, and the heat that trails after her fingertips as they roam over him, there is something softer there, too.
Something more tender and loving. More affectionate and grateful. The things that convey all of the feelings that she wishes she could say, where words do not feel like enough anymore. Though, that has always been the way with them, but she feels it especially more so tonight again.
After the gifts and the celebrations, and perhaps a little bit of the wine contributed to it too, it is hard not to feel those things. The deeper, stronger feelings that she once tried so hard to run from—they once frightened her, and sometimes they still do with their depth for fear of drowning. But no longer does she want to run. Instead, she lets them come, allows those waves to lap at her as she eases into the warmth that they have to offer.
It is funny to think that a whole Winterstide ago, she would have been so hesitant to accept it and now here they are, celebrating it together in their home—the one that they have made together from the ground up. She may never stop thinking of it that way, but she's not sure that she wants to. And slowly but surely, they keep adding all these little things to it, those gifts included.
And she can safely say that after today, she will be looking forward to every Winterstide with him to come, even if it is more simpler, like time spent in front of the fire together keeping warm.
But as always with them, what starts out slow and sweet and tender never stays that way for long. It is difficult for it not to turn into something more with her in the lead, as she wants him to know just how grateful she is.
... As well as make good on her promise to get back at him for what he had done earlier, making him chase her around. It will be his turn to chase her in the end. Yet even then... there is a new flame kindled alongside all of the others that burn so very bright these days, and one that will burn for the many, many Winterstides to come. She would say that she hopes, but tonight, she makes that same vow she always does—that it will be for many, many more.
And if anyone is wondering where they are come morning, they will be out of luck, because part of her plan is to keep him in bed with her for as long as possible as the snow continues to fall and the colder, brisker air makes its way into the Roost. They'll remain safe and snug tangled up in their sheets until it's time for that new coffee.]
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... And you are certain you do not feel sick this time?
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Not in the slightest. However it did occur to me that this would have gone well with some coffee.
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[With a bit of a crooked and shy smile, she reaches up to wipe away the icing around his lips.]
Another time... and I suppose I will have to continue to improve.
[Her expression crumples a bit at that.]
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[A playful smile as he takes that last bite with another very pleased end happy hum.]
Really, you shouldn't be so hard on yourself.
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I only want the best for you, too.
[A soft mumble, before she bristles.]
And I would very much like to overcome this... obstacle of mine.
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He'll reach out and gently brush the side of her chin.]
And you will. Just need a bit of practice, that's all.
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[She pokes his belly, that teasing gleam returning to her.]
Or that I fatten you up with all the cakes that you demand of me before I finally perfect it.
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Isn't that any man's dream? To be spoiled and fed by his beloved?
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[She lets her finger trail up his front now, until she spreads her fingers across his chest where she toys with the laces of his shirt.]
Had I not had too much wine, I might have considered making more... but fulfilling another dream will have to suffice for tonight.
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Fine with me. I have a different sort of "appetite," anyway.
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You are not full from the cupcake?
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[His lips drag over hers, pulling it lightly before giving it a proper nip.]
If anything it's only made me want for more.
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Time for your proper dessert, then? Shall you whisk me away?
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As if there were another way?
[Well, there is, but he's too impatient for it as he already takes those long strides to their bedroom.]
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Perhaps it is in part thanks to the wine, but its sweetness and the buzzing warmth only makes it better.]
There is not.
[It is only once they are in there that her gaze softens somewhere beneath the heat.]
Thank you for everything, Cidolfus. And I do not mean just the gifts...
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What else might that be?
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Well, I do mean the gifts too... but...
[She appreciates them! And can't wait to use them!!! And she wanted to make sure he knew that. More than that, however...]
In spite of your antics, I had a nice time with you tonight.
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I am glad.
[His smile is soft as he pulls her up just enough so that he can close the distance and kiss her once more, this one sweeter than the last.]
I know parties aren't really your thing, but you also deserved some time to celebrate and have a bit of fun.
[Even if at the expense of her dignity as she chased him around.]
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I think I had a bit too much wine to compensate.
[She snorts under her breath, and stares up at him through her lashes, a hint of mischief lighting in her eyes.]
I meant celebrating with you, silly. But I will have to get you back for earlier.
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[And it's now that he'll drop her onto the bed, immediately following to be above her.]
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I could show you tonight, if you would like.
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[But he smiles as his hand moves to caress and cup her cheek as he returns that kiss, that heat softened by that warmth.]
But I wager it's worth the risk.
[And really, it's not just about that greed and passion that they share so often. As it has been lately, these times have become more intimate, more meaningful. They've already had their "celebration" of their freedom of Ultima, but this has been something more official, a celebration of many things. Of a new beginning.
A beginning that really feels as if it's finally starting.]
💚💜 fin.
[Of course there is still that passion, that greed, that heated desire that always burns between them, but it has certainly become much more than that, especially in recent months. It's hard to tell when this began, or what feelings had started when, but although there is that heat that lingers beneath her lips as she kisses him again, and the heat that trails after her fingertips as they roam over him, there is something softer there, too.
Something more tender and loving. More affectionate and grateful. The things that convey all of the feelings that she wishes she could say, where words do not feel like enough anymore. Though, that has always been the way with them, but she feels it especially more so tonight again.
After the gifts and the celebrations, and perhaps a little bit of the wine contributed to it too, it is hard not to feel those things. The deeper, stronger feelings that she once tried so hard to run from—they once frightened her, and sometimes they still do with their depth for fear of drowning. But no longer does she want to run. Instead, she lets them come, allows those waves to lap at her as she eases into the warmth that they have to offer.
It is funny to think that a whole Winterstide ago, she would have been so hesitant to accept it and now here they are, celebrating it together in their home—the one that they have made together from the ground up. She may never stop thinking of it that way, but she's not sure that she wants to. And slowly but surely, they keep adding all these little things to it, those gifts included.
And she can safely say that after today, she will be looking forward to every Winterstide with him to come, even if it is more simpler, like time spent in front of the fire together keeping warm.
But as always with them, what starts out slow and sweet and tender never stays that way for long. It is difficult for it not to turn into something more with her in the lead, as she wants him to know just how grateful she is.
... As well as make good on her promise to get back at him for what he had done earlier, making him chase her around. It will be his turn to chase her in the end. Yet even then... there is a new flame kindled alongside all of the others that burn so very bright these days, and one that will burn for the many, many Winterstides to come. She would say that she hopes, but tonight, she makes that same vow she always does—that it will be for many, many more.
And if anyone is wondering where they are come morning, they will be out of luck, because part of her plan is to keep him in bed with her for as long as possible as the snow continues to fall and the colder, brisker air makes its way into the Roost. They'll remain safe and snug tangled up in their sheets until it's time for that new coffee.]