" I want to help you destress, love. " Arms encircling his torso, her chin resting against his shoulder as Irelia presses herself against him, her words intended to entice her partner to turn around. Already in her underclothes, the lingerie hugs her form && accentuates it in all the right places. There's a slight pout in her voice when she speaks again, murmuring into Jayce's ear. " Just for tonight, I want to make you forget about your work and only think about us. Can do that for me? "
tell jayce what you wanna do to him // @dancebladesaccepting.
THE INVENTOR HAS BEEN WORKING RELENTLESSLY on one of his newest projects and while he has attempted to divide his time evenly between work and his lovely partner, it’s true he’s been falling short of satisfactory in that regard. as great a workaholic as he is, it’s no surprise, but stress has been showing and irelia’s measures to counter it pass him unnoticed up until the point he feels her warm body pressed up against his back as he’s leaning over schemata on his workbench.
he thinks of protesting for half a second, grouchy as ever when uncharacteristically stuck over technicalities of a project; it’s all the time the thought lasts as her honeyed voice breaks through his ears, stops him in his tracks. he can’t resist her, not when she calls him love, not when he feels her so close, so dear, concern a soft little treasure in her voice.
he looks up over his shoulder to her face and then slowly but surely, so as not to jostle her in the movement, he moves his chair around so he can look at his lover. and progress, he’s not expecting the sight he’s met with, her shapely body so well-adorned by the lingerie. a faint heat rushes to his face, coloring his cheeks a light shade of pink before he realizes she’s rendered him speechless with ease.
see, he’s seen beautiful women before, he’s had them in his bed and life, piltovan or not, but the honor and pleasure of having irelia regard him like this, offer him this sort of thing, so bold and yet so incredibly sweet—it surpassed anything anyone else has given him with ease. he clears his throat at the tickle of her whisper against the shell of his ear and places both hands on her hips. jayce is disheveled, a mess from work binging, and he should probably be more self-conscious, but her proposal robs him of any good sense.
it’s what she designed, he assumes. he won’t deny her any of it.
“for you, sweetheart…?” he begins, voice low and warm, brushing his lips against her cheek, a smile forming on his lips, half elated, half mischievous. “for you i can do anything. anything you ask, anything you want—” and his grasp on her tightens slightly just so he can pull her onto his lap, get her gaze back into his own so he can see her expression. it’s firm but still tender and as she’s secured there, he takes one of his calloused hands to her face, cups it lovingly, brushing a thumb against her jaw. the other hand goes lower, to her thigh, runs over it with appreciative tenderness. when eye contact is reestablished, he goes on, perhaps too solemn for the circumstances.
“ANYTHING YOU WANT from me, you can have. you already got my heart, so all else is already yours too.”
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