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It seems as if there is not a day where we are not within each others arms. I cannot grow tired of it. I am not sure I could go a day without seeing his face and that small tail whipping around with happiness. He is everything to me.. and this day I would make it the best day ever.
And we made love again. It happened so fast, so hot.. the room felt steamed and the bed a mess. It’s like this always, rough and harsh and so enticing. I can’t get tired of this; of him. Every time we come together it’s new and different and.. exhausting.
We slept once more and awoke some time later to bathe. I suspected that I would keep my hands to myself as I made him breakfast. Fish and milk of course. Any Miqo’te’s favorite meal.
Even eating through a meal didn’t last long. I wanted him again and the yearning was so difficult to ignore. He was sore and I was sore.. how could we manage it like that?
We tried to think of ways we could do things of a sensual nature, without actually...coming together... and my mind went into a sordid gutter that it should not have. I thought of all sorts of things.. whips, slaps, toys.. of all sorts. Ones I knew well and wish I did not. My mind fell to ties and blindfolds but I had none of them. I caught sight of his sash, tying his cute little yukata I got him together.
I told him as long as the tie did not contain metal I did not care to be bound and tied. Metal on my skin somehow in that context drew back horrifying memories that I wish I had not sullied our lovely moment with.
I agreed to let him feed me in accordance to getting to tie him up and he fed me slowly as I pulled him into my lap. I wanted him so badly I’m sure he could feel it. I could feel it.. I could feel him. I ate slowly, taking my time, taking time with him. Doing it all on purpose with intent to draw out his desires...
It pulled the sash from his robes and I took his wrists and pulled them behind his back, tying them expertly so that he could not pull out of them easily. The heightened sense of need drove me further as I kissed and held him. Our bodies were warm and I could taste the heat in the air; if it were at all possible to do so.. I did.
We teased each other so very badly until he asked for me to tie him. I acquiesced and bound and tied him, nestled in my lap. I tugged him to kneel and did unspeakable things till I pressed him over the couch and continued...
I bit him so many times. My teeth marks reside from thigh to neck and along his shoulder. He hasn’t bothered to get them healed as far as I can tell and the very idea of him keeping them makes my mind burst.
He said he loved my voice, but I love every bit of him.. from head to toe and back again, he’s mine and I am his.. we are like the same coin now, flipping in the air to see where we land at any given moment.
God’s.. he.. is amazing. Menphina.. I praise you until the day I die for this small Miqo’te Keeper that is nestled beneath me now.
He is.. and always will be, perfect as the glistening snow upon the banks of the Coerthan River.
The things we did that night, were unspeakable. Hard, rushed, soft and slow. Everything a Keeper of the Moon could want from the bright shape under him. I made him sore.. he made me sore. It’s inexcusable just how much I want him all the time. He is like the most divine light that no-one can touch, but I will.. and I do.
We made love all night long and into the morning, hours of touching and caressing; causing him to make the loudest moans and lewd noises. My ears sang with his delicate voice before we finally fell into slumber. This night will always stay with me.. always.
We awoke and left the next day to return home; but not before I took him to see more Chocobo’s. I had it planned out all along, but in the end he chose a golden one. A normal chocobo. He hasn’t named it yet but I saw the happiness and glee in his eyes at the prospect. I could kiss him a thousand times over for the face he gave. I thought he might cry, but he is stronger then that.
When we finally made it home, we slept on the ride back; making it better on him and his unease with it.
To save his sore rear and my -tired old bones- as he calls it, we simply slept and had a nice long rest; a nap for the ages I wager. But when I awoke to him fidgeting beside him, sniffling I took it too seriously and came to his side, resting my body along his to give some comfort; thinking he was indeed having another horrible nightmare. One I need to ask him about soon...
All was fine and he snuggled up against me as if I were his pillow. Surely I love it though.. heh. His warm body craned in against mine, caused things to come to life again, but I did my best to keep them at bay. We snuggled about a little and I almost called him my mate.. I.. could kick myself. He had said he wasn’t ready to settle about just yet. Mate is a very.. strong prospect. Maybe he doesn’t really understand it?
But he told me I could call him my mate. It shocked me.. I was surprised.. I am still surprised. The swelling in my heart burst as I nuzzled into him properly. I told him a mate is something much more then a simple common ‘boyfriend’. It’s much more then a lover.. it’s something special.
Seemingly he said that he doesn’t want to be with anyone else, which soothed my worries about us. He did say as long as we were just each others. Of course.. I have other lovers, but none will ever mean as much as him. None will touch me while we are together. All of them will understand if we cannot do things. But in my heart I will always love them all in some certain way. Even if it is not in a physical sense.
I told him that I am his, only his.. HIS.. and that he is mine.. all mine.. my mate.. my love. My heart...
We spoke of Valentino’s suddenly, it was a refreshing topic change from my thoughts of nightmares and other worries; I remembered it well though. The reasoning for his Chocobo gift.. the reasoning for our making love in a tent int he wilds. I wanted it to be ‘special’.
Neither of us had ever had anyone this time of year, none of my other loves lasted so long; which brought my head to another chilling moment. Would we.. last long?
He said he was awake, home, and hungry. Three things I knew the meanings of but for once I had hoped it meant for food. Though.. it did not..and.. I can’t say I wasn’t elated about it. He raked his claws down my back and I can say that I was more excited so quickly then in all my years.
My mate wanted me and I would supply everything he wishes. Until the day my heart stops... I shall give him a thousand kisses...
He and I awoke, still tired from our pouncing about the night before. To be honest we haven’t done much but make love... among other things. Flirting, playing around, having fun. I.. don’t know where I’m going anymore. I’m lost in thick woods and only the sound of his voice leads me to safety.
The ride there was long and of course we had to fly. Else it would take another two weeks to manage our way across the winding cold slopes of Coerthas Western Highlands.. then on into Dravanian Hinterlands... before we could even think of managing our way into the Forelands.
That place he wants to see. Where the wild Chocobo’s roam free...
I promised him and I will do it, but he hates flying so much I gave him a bit of a sleeping drought I had with me. I hope he doesn’t mind. It was just enough to enable him to sleep softly the whole way there. Even a half hour after arriving to our destination. I wanted him to awaken to the wilds of Dravania. To see the odd tree’s and smell the fresh spring air. It’s wonderful.
He awoke of course after I watched him sleep some more, running fingertips over his features to tickle him awaye. It did work, oh yes. That smile pulls at my heart. It gives me butterflies.
I got him up and we spied the road below, watching the rather large fleas move around the road. He said he hated bugs and I rather concur with that. I.. can’t stand arachnids. Eughh! I offered him a pick of the colored chocobo’s but he didn’t care. I choose the red, liken to mine in Ishgard mostly because of the strong body for trekking. We might end up doing some of that at some point.
I had to show him the falls. The vast beautiful falls of the Hundred Throe’s. Such a magnificent place, but since he hates flying I did not take him up to my most favored spot of all. It would have been beautiful; but nothing compares to him.. no. Nothing. Not anymore.
I stopped at the foot and there were bears. He spied one nearby feasting on fish when he thought of having bear meat. This is what started the odd night. The strangeness.. the wall that I’d built around my sanity starts to crumble softly. That wall I’d built to protect my heart.
He worried it might hurt me. Sure it could, but my arrows are truer these days. Not at all as bad as they once were. I’m much much better. I specified that I could kill it one one arrow’s blow. He worried that it wouldn’t, that the bear might come after us perhaps? I told him I would pass on the bear meat, if he came to live with me when we get back to Gridania.
His words shattered something inside me, I found disappointment and guilt riding my features so I hid myself from him. He said he had ‘other plans’ What plans? With whom? Was there.. someone else? Somebody else he wanted to test things with? I grew scared, frightened... I’m still frightened. Even now.
I asked him.. what plans he meant. He said he wanted to find some old friends and.. new ones. That he’d only get stuck indoors if he moved in. Those words stung, like a thousand daggers pressed into my chest to end my life. I could only nod with some mumbled words, my smiles fake and my laughter just as fake.
He didn’t notice the way I seemed to be, eyeing the chocobo’s nearby for the tie being. I got him closer, not wanting to spook the wild beasts so he could gaze a their glorious feathers and proud bearing. I spoke of their beauty and of his, he them and me him. I couldn’t shake that terrifying feeling that what I thought was a beautiful relationship budding had somehow grown into a weed inside my heart.
Would it end up as a Matron’s Mistletoe... wrapped about my heart to only grow and become a sapping parasite? At the time I wasn’t sure. His words still.. cause me to falter a little. Just.. a little. They had double meanings. The way he said them.. could mean two things. One scares me.. the other warms my very being. I feel warm anyway.. always warm with him.
He noticed near instantly that something was wrong. That I wasn’t acting proper. My happy go lucky exterior had crumbled to show my vulnerable and insecure inside. I was shaking where I stood, trying to hold back tears and the words that wanted to flow, but I couldn’t...
I touched his hair and eyed him, gripping him into my embrace. I told him I didn’t meant to keep him tied down to my home, that he could wander and have fun. But I wanted him to sleep in my bed with me, So i asked him again with tears in my eyes. The bastards just decided to fall on their own.
... But he said he’s already doing that this whole time. Being with me. Yes.. yes he has, of course he has. I choked up and told him that I thought he wouldn’t come back, that I was scared someone else would touch his hand, flirt with him and draw him to their bed to touch.. him. I couldn't even finish saying it. The vileness rose in my belly and I felt sick.
He gave me one hand, then this hand is all yours, he said. He won’t let anyone else hold it if that’s my wish. His hand? No.. I want all of him, every bit. From wiggly ear to bouncy toes. Him. I took the hand anyway and pushed my face into it, sobbing into it’s warmth as I lost it. I couldn’t hold anything in anymore. The days and the week or so we had been so close. I wanted to die before him by a thousand daggers. My feeling from earlier returned. I told him I’d take that until he grew tired of me. The most painful words I have ‘ever’ spoken in my life aside on paper. The most hard thing to say. I said them...
He said my home is not what is home to him. That I am his home. Flickers of hope rose from embers of despair for a moment. My eyes flicked back to life and i listened to him. I agree’d, kissed him, touched him.. but spoke that the thought of anyone touching him hurt and I did not know what to do.. I didn’t want that.. I don’t want it. He’s mine. Mine.... my heart.. I am lost in the woods and I can only hear.. his voice....
He said I had no need to be jealous, that nothing like what I worried about was even happening. But he did not say it would not happen. He didn’t say.. it couldn’t. No.. that is what scares me the most. The words he simply did not say.
He spoke of not doing anything that hurts me. With anyone else, just with me. Then he bit me and I knew he would stay; but for how long? Who would sway him? What.. can I do.. now to keep him? He spoke of not doing anything to hurt me... with anyone else? Such cryptic words. I want them to mean what I want them to.. but I fear they don’t. My fear is eating at me. Is there anything left of what I want others to see now?
And now for something REAL different! Found that one song in my library that gave me a MIGHTY NEED to set it to YOI and I knew if I didn’t make this no one would sooooo
In honor of this precious gift of a show and our beloved Vitya’s birthday ❤️
Are we doomed to stay in bed forever? Is this healthy? Do loving couples spend so much time ‘together’. Our lips touch and our hands wander and we are all over the place. None of my other lovers have taken me to such heights. None of them have.. made me feel so.. wanted.
He drives me crazy when he speaks and my heart beats furiously. This.. this is how my mornings start.
He must have awoken some time before me as I was dreaming of course. A nightmare more like. I don’t want to talk about it. It’s... I had a dream of Oldaric. Of how he died. I was shocked, upset, with tears stinging the corners of my eyes but I tried to hide my face from him. The evidence of my horrible dream.
He asked me what was wrong and I refused to answer. I refused to speak for a long time until I could manage it. I didn’t tell him what it was about. I can’t.. but I love him. I want him to be mine and soon.. soon I’ll have to tell him my nightmares. Ill have to cue him in on my horrible past and the things I was made to do. He’ll have to know.. but I fear he might not want me afterwards. I fear he’ll pity me...
He pushed me out of bed to get some food and I laughed at the lump hiding under the covers. Cold and waiting for me to finish so we could bathe.. and.. we did.
I wanted to wash his hair. I’m not sure why but I got used to doing it for my mother a long time ago. I’d sit on the edge of the tub while she bathed and brush it out before helping scrub it. Her sore arms too tired to do it herself at the end of the day. I was so young then, so innocent. So much like my little tail-biter...
Our innocent little bathing only stayed innocent for to long. We just can’t help it. I’m going to wear him out fast, I think. Yet he keeps wanting to.. wanting more and more. Near insatiable. I love it. He said he loves it when I make noises. When I touch him and kiss him. He loves the way we cuddle together for warmth. I tried to get out of him what he thought of me and he said I was important that he wanted to know me better. Don’t we know each other rather well? Don’t we? No.. but...
.. “You are most important to me Sen, more important then anyone else.”..
I need him. I need him so badly. I..think I told him that I did with a few added words. I think he responded in kind but I can’t tell if he was just ‘into’ what was going on; or if he truly meant it. I want him to mean it if he says it. If he’s not sure I don’t want him to say something if it’s not ‘sure’. He demanded I take him. He wanted me so badly. I told him:
..“I don’t want to take you, I want to make love to you.”..
In all my stuttering and odd hiccups to my voice, I tried so hard to convey the proper words. To say what I meant. He looked like he understood, like maybe he returned it? Maybe. I’m scared, afraid, frightened that I’m expecting to much from him too early. Why.. did I fall so fast? I never felt like this before. Not even with the other two I thought I loved. Did I love them? Was it really love? Is this... really love?
I just know I want it to be with every sliver of my mended heart. I want him to be with me. I want him to be.. mine.
When we fell to the wet bed and tumbled our limbs together with breathless cries and quivery movements, I decided it is love. If it is or it is not I will never know but after seeing the tears fall from his eyes at what I whispered, what I whimpered between hushed moans and gentle sighs. I said ‘..love you...’ amidst the hot sweat and flurry of thrusts my mind seemed to become clear and all fell into place before me.
I want him, I want him, I want him. All else matters very little anymore. I aspire to show him everything, do everything, and see everything with him.
For now.. it IS love...
When we were finished our raspy, breathless, throbbing hearts, and tired bodies lay there still as we regained our minds and thoughts. I felt bad for making him cry. Yet he said it was ‘good tears’. I wanted to snuggle him up into my arms and make love to him all over again; but he isn’t ready. He teased of it and taunted me with it; but he clearly wouldn’t be able to take it... no. Not yet.
We cleaned up and met by the fire. I promised a story and a story I would give. When all was finished and said, he thanked me for telling him.. for sharing a part of my dark history with him and like a warm kitten he fell asleep on me. I don’t know what or when it occurred but..
I would give up everything for you.
((Small snippet of the RP where Kit’a tells Senric about his Past.))
Snorts a little as he lays there, watching Senric closely as he bounds away from him. He reaches out as if to catch but lets him go on purpose with a splat of his palm to the bed as if he intended to catch the little catte. "Ahh y-yes.. m-my old bones c-can't keep up with y-your spirited step." he winks at Senric and sort f lays there as he watches him wander off to wash. Taking his own time in scrubbing his groin and belly he tosses the rag into a wash bowl nearby the tub. While he passes his fingers brush over Senric's hair very lovingly. Some minutes later he's dressed, at least in the lower areas. Pants and some warmed socks pulled up upon his feet. He gathers up what appears to be a tin and settles down upon the warm fuzzy furs nestled by the fireplace.
Leaning off to the side he lights a candle on the stand and flicks his head back to see what Senric was up to. In the silence after their lovemaking and his expressed feelings, hes left with thoughts of simplicity. Eyeing the fire and appreciating it's warmth. Smelling the flickering candle's burnt wax beside him. The scent of freshly cleaned bodies. Simple and clean.
His ears flick off to the left to spy the warmth of his heart. "S-sen.. are you f-finished. I.. I w-want to tell you a s-story. A l-little one anyway.." When sen finally gathers up against him he sighs, softly, quietly.
"S-so you w-wanted to know w-where.. I g-got this?" he points out his little scar about his eye and the plaid white. When Senric seems to only want to listen he smirks and looks away, rubbing the eye in question as if some thought of it made a fake pain he had to rub away. "When.." he starts an then stops, his mind omitting a lot of details for the moment, moving ahead. "W-when I was.. little.. I.. w-was taken from m-my home. T-taken far away f-from where m-my village was in the t-twelves wood." he smiles a bit and lets his fingers trail softly over Senric's hair and throat, being gentle and attentive.
"I d-didn't g-get to be.. f-free of the place.. until m-many years later. W-when the m-moon fell.. and aether w-was split in the air.. and everything w-was broken and the l-land was t-torn. In the f-firey ashes.. one of them b-burned m-my eye.. w-while I w-was trying to f-find my home. B-but they were.. g-gone." he props his arm up on his knee and his eyes flick from Sen at his side... to the fireplace. He rubs his eyes again as if in tears. Another phantom pain of the memory.
"The c-crash to the ground c-caused me to be able to get away.. t-to f-find help and m-make it back to G-gridania. Things were hectic and f-frightening. I t-tried so hard to find out if they were alive.. b-but.. they weren't. S-so I went looking on m-my own and.. w-well.." he pauses, his face falling drastically as those emotions well up and spill over. "It's w-why I've g-got nobody but... you." he wiggles Senric's ear slowly before stroking it lovingly. "
Senric would listen to the story quietly. Once it finished Sen would gently stroke Kit'as face and lean in to kiss over that eye. Then pressing their foreheads together, noses touching. "Thank you for sharing with me." He would whisper and smile. He would cuddle to Kit'a quietly for some time before slowly falling to sleep. Curled up next to the other, warm and happy, quietly purring.
The dream began with me crying over his form, the body of my former love Oldaric, lax and dying in my arms. I wanted nothing but to heal all his wounds but the elements left me. The single thing I wanted from them and they could not give it.
I watched as his life slipped past my fingers and even my quiet lips as they murmured without speech, his hand rose to touch but fell to his chest. As he died in my arms I cried. When all the water was drawn from my form after what seemed like hours of crying every ounce of energy I had, I wiped them away only to look down and see Senric in my arms.
His smile soft and tired; hands reaching up to frame my face as they trail bloody splotches upon my cheeks. Nestled between those stained hands tears sprang to my features. I knew something was wrong. I felt it inside my breaking heart.
I cared for nothing, then, but the one in my arms. My heart skipped a beat and my ears rang suddenly. I could not hear what he said to me and when his lips stopped moving entirely the body I held grew instantly cold. Panic set in as I tried to do the same; to heal the wounds of my fallen love.
But I couldn’t…
I failed him. I failed them all and no faux smile or happy outlook will change the fact that I should have been there for them. I should have been more alert, more helpful, more available to be called. I should have been with them…
When my dark thoughts drifted from my mind there was no life left in this cold body I held in my arms. I cried then, I bellowed, and I spoke obscenities to the spirits and gods that must surely be laughing at me. It’s then I felt the warmth of something beside me and I look over to see a bright shining light; a wisp of energy hovering at my side. I let the body in my arms go with reluctance, the great dark oozing at my feet took the lax form from my hands as I turned towards this blinding energy beside me. It felt warm. It felt soft. It… disappeared.
With a jolt I awoke with a heavy draw of breath and my arms tightly circled around Senric’s form. I.. I wanted to cry… and I did. I drew him up against me as I caught my breath and regained my senses; hiding my tears from my hearts desire. Would I fail him.. too?…
Whoever rules the world of dreams is a cruel.. cruel god.
The dream began with me crying over his form, the body of my former love Oldaric, lax and dying in my arms. I wanted nothing but to heal all his wounds but the elements left me. The single thing I wanted from them and they could not give it.
I watched as his life slipped past my fingers and even my quiet lips as they murmured without speech, his hand rose to touch but fell to his chest. As he died in my arms I cried. When all the water was drawn from my form after what seemed like hours of crying every ounce of energy I had, I wiped them away only to look down and see Senric in my arms.
His smile soft and tired; hands reaching up to frame my face as they trail bloody splotches upon my cheeks. Nestled between those stained hands tears sprang to my features. I knew something was wrong. I felt it inside my breaking heart.
I cared for nothing, then, but the one in my arms. My heart skipped a beat and my ears rang suddenly. I could not hear what he said to me and when his lips stopped moving entirely the body I held grew instantly cold. Panic set in as I tried to do the same; to heal the wounds of my fallen love.
But I couldn’t...
I failed him. I failed them all and no faux smile or happy outlook will change the fact that I should have been there for them. I should have been more alert, more helpful, more available to be called. I should have been with them...
When my dark thoughts drifted from my mind there was no life left in this cold body I held in my arms. I cried then, I bellowed, and I spoke obscenities to the spirits and gods that must surely be laughing at me. It’s then I felt the warmth of something beside me and I look over to see a bright shining light; a wisp of energy hovering at my side. I let the body in my arms go with reluctance, the great dark oozing at my feet took the lax form from my hands as I turned towards this blinding energy beside me. It felt warm. It felt soft. It... disappeared.
With a jolt I awoke with a heavy draw of breath and my arms tightly circled around Senric’s form. I.. I wanted to cry... and I did. I drew him up against me as I caught my breath and regained my senses; hiding my tears from my hearts desire. Would I fail him.. too?...
Whoever rules the world of dreams is a cruel.. cruel god.
We got dressed -finally- and left out little room at the Forgotten Knight. I almost forgot that we weren’t at home and I have no idea if we were to loud. I hope we were for some reason. I want others to hear how much I make him crow.
But for his sake, I wish they do not hear.
We traveled around, starting with the Brume and showing him little places here and there along the way to the Scholasticate. We even stopped by the chocobo stables to see how Blaze was doing. He seemed to not want to do any bird flying so I took him to all my favored places.
One of them most assuredly the fire-pit just across from the Stables. I used to sit here and think, draw on good days, serve soup to the Brume occupants on others. I took him there and here we stood for some time, watching the city as I sat on the edge of the wall. He was so worried for me, thinking I would fall, the beautiful expression of caring on his face drove knives into me. They hurt to see but I loved them, curling them against my warming heart.
He asked about my eye while here. I promised to tell him other times but I have kept putting it off. I did so once more.. when we are safe and sound in a bed or by a warm fire I promised to tell him and I will. I can’t shirk that responsibility now. He needs to know what I am.. or was.
We crossed a well at some point, stopping to toss in a coin. I gave him one as well and I’m not sure what he wished for but the smile on his face made me feel warm and tingly inside. That coiling about my inner heart happened and I wanted to fly. My wish though; I cannot see him choosing to be only with me but that doesn’t mean I can’t wish for it..
When we finally arrived at the Scholasticate I think reading bores him, finds it uninteresting but he will need to learn soon if he is to know any magic of fire. He likes it so I feel I should teach him some... bit of magic. he’ll need to know how to read better. Any-road, he did one of his clearly random actions and after I kissed him he leads me behind a bookcase and there we got so close to doing so much more then a common kiss.
My lips tangled with his over and over as he pushed me into the bookcase. His doing, not mine. I returned it in kind, however, pressing him against it and not letting him hardly move. We were.. almost caught.. and it only heightened the experience for me. I want others to know he’s mine.. I don’t want anyone else to soil his loving soft hands and warm body. I only wish I could give him the same.. we snuck out though and made way to the room at the Tavern, sneaking in like kids after dark to once again make love...
He was so dominant, pushing me about and making me do what he wished. I felt powerless and powerful all at once. I wanted that, I wanted him to show me what he could do; to prove to me he wanted me badly. Everything was rushed and hurried as if we had been away for months to only just run into each others arms. As I watched his lips trail down my chest and on lower three words snuck into the back of my mind and I almost spoke them.. almost. I can’t... I want to.. but.. I can’t.
I write this after our wonderful night. Another and another, each one becoming better and better then the one prior. I can’t foresee a future without him curled beside me... so much so.. I have near forgotten about all my others. Lovers that I do not often see. Others that visit for specific reasons. But, he is here, he’s warm and soft and as i cradle him in my arms all I can think about is how much I-- can’t say it.. still.
I couldn’t have foreseen this, but I knew it was bound to happen. I want him so badly.. he’s mine, I won’t let him go. I’ve marked him and he has marked me. We are as good as mated in older times.. but for now I am satisfied with this closeness, this loving warm embrace he constantly has me in.
Like a thief, he has stolen it, so I give onto him this priceless gem; to keep and to hold forever.
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