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
[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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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.]