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midnightsnacc2023-08-17 05:37 pm
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amhran) wrote in midnightsnacc2023-08-17 05:37 pm
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If only... I hadn't hit the ladder...
[ The woman had originally stepped upon a stepping stool within the small space, with Dimitri hanging his head inside. Asking her a simple question - and when she turned her attention toward him. She had hit the ladder, which then hit an apparently weaken shelf above them. Clattering its contents, as well as the upper shelves with it. The sight to behold was an unfortunate one. With Dimitri having attempted to FULLY walk in, alarmed by the books clattering downwards at Caoimhe. Causing him to come inside right up against her, holding what he could up. It was then that door promptly shut behind him. Stacked up now with wooden pieces and books that piled up against it. ]
H-here let me start cleaning the books... S-So we can start getting to the door.
[ His chest pressed up against her face, and she attempts to slide along his side to get to the door. However it was tight, and her body continued to grind against him attempting to push her way towards the pile of books in front of the door.
Unbeknownst to them currently, even if they moved the books the door was slammed shut and locked. Meaning, they would have to wait to be rescued... However... She did not know, and try she must!! For his sake after all. ]
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A rather large problem: he's feeling her grinding, thoughts that only a young man surface only to be forced down as he makes himself imagine anything but an attractive young woman grinding into him. One attempt was imagining a disgruntled Dedue's face as he stared in horror over Dimitri eating Flayn's cooking without reacting to it due to knowing his unique circumstances with taste. Another was imagining Ingrid hitting him the way she does Sylvain were he to open his mouth.
So far it's....working, enough. Enough to make it so he won't have an accident and wind up making this a bigger mess as his flustered cheeks grow redder. It isn't long before he manages to set aside books he caught and removed the wood across his shoulders after waiting for her to stop moving. Goddess, he felt as if he was in the middle of erotica he read once out of curiosity reasons due to hearing the others speak of it. Let it be known that he immediately closed it, too.) P-perhaps I should do it? But the issue is if I were to break the door replacing it would be troublesome.... (And he'd much prefer to not burden them over the unfortunate side effect of his strength.)
Curses....one of the times I do wish that I could control it better.
(But he can worry about his woes of having immense strength some other time once his eye settles on the ceiling to make himself calm again. The thoughts are still there, not as big as they were earlier but it is quite troublesome that they're....this close and he would much prefer to behave instead of breaking the door in other means or walls. Or even the shelves.
Sylvain is going to never let him live this down and will likely laugh until the day he dies: Goddess the thought of that is already more than enough to force down thoughts of a hormonal adult young man, anyway.)
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[ Caoimhe manages to finally reach towards the books before the door. It required the help of his - approval she hopes. At turning them both so they now faced the door in question. He would need to pivot along with her - and while he pivots to face the door, instead of the bookcase behind them. Caoimhe would then turn so that her back presses against his chest, grinding against his groin none-the less - but its when she bends over that would SURELY reach a turning point.
Only then would she bend over, when she faces the door. Her rear fully sculpting against his groin in one smooth movement, and he will notice - probably. Where her chest may be lacking in size, her bottom sure was both bountiful and full. Leading to the idea that her thighs were thick and supple as well - if he wanted to make a guess. ]
H-Here I'll hand them over.
[ She rises up a bit, her torso half turned over to look at him better. Caoimhe innocently hands over a book. With her other hand using the pile beneath her as a extra means to hold herself up. Dimitri will notice too, that her dress is - a mess as is her hair. From the scuffle and moving around within the closet. Where the corset would be closer by her collar bone. It had now been lowered, exposing her chest near full and cleavage thusly. Even a peek of beneath her breast circling upwards into the cup of her corset could be seen if he dared to look longer. ]
I-Is that okay?
[ She truly looked as if one who just got out bed. ]
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(Easy. He thinks to himself, attempts at fighting down the urge of youth spent not seeking or searching for the warmth of another is difficult and she's surely making it unintentionally harder than it must. He's not wanting to make his urges apparent, not whenever it's much more noticeable on someone like him whenever he has the misfortune of realizing that about her body; not an ample bosom perhaps but thick and supple thighs met by his own body which was sculpted by war.
His own body if she pays any attention to it is built, thick with muscle along his own thighs and shins. Built with enough power in them he could surely lift some of the most heaviest of objects or plant himself firmly to become an unmovable object.
Though that's not what they're being used for currently; he likely looked like a mess in his own way with that blonde mane he calls his hair strewn about from his messy ponytail being lost, his shirt pulled about from the movement to near reveal his shoulders and the scars they carry themselves down to his abdominal area to show sculpted abs.
Goddess, grant him strength, since he's already struggling in trying not to lose control of such idle thoughts that would land them in more trouble.) I-I....believe it should be? Hopefully.
(As he's silently cursing whoever thought it funny to play such a joke upon them and attempting to not stare too much at certain parts. An attractive woman, beautiful, he can say that even if he is trying to not be uncouth in his actions with him assisting however he can with each book taken over.)
I do apologize for startling you. (Talk, talk, talk. He has to speak and focus on that, were he to allow the thoughts out that wouldn't look good. Though it isn't helping he looks almost as if he got carried away with her in there instead of just rose from the comforts of his bed.)
S-should we prepare in case if we're here for awhile?
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With every stretch forward, she makes a small noise akin to a moan.
He is unmoved, it catches her by surprise only a bit when she contends with of course he's so stationary. After all he is so strong, it makes her a bit flustered at first. Looking back up at him from below and bent over. A gentle interested, look that could be mistaken by most men as a look of invitation but really she is just shy... And... Enjoys looking at him. He is handsome, and mighty - that strength woos her without her realization.
But also... She thinks it her pillar, and in this moment begins to rather suddenly bound herself forward attempting to reach the book out of distance. ]
W-Wait this book... [ Ass grates against his groin. ] It should be put right up immediately.. [ She uses him as a means to push back and bounce forward, hoping to get that that little bit of distance in without threatening her balance. ] I don't want.. [ She moves a bit faster, bouncing once again - ] Ah there we go! [ Caoimhe lands hard, grinding against his groin after successfully grabbing the book. ]
How would you have us prepare?
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He finds himself trying to not drift toward something she herself would not want.
He even did notice she seems shy, something which causes the flush upon his features to grow knowing that he thinks he can't help but bring himself to stare at her in all her beauty. With a softness akin to interest without knowing as they're held together in this small closet; he's attempting to ignore her noises for his own sanity but he knows not how long he can hold strong for with this already weakening his attempts at doing so in varying degrees.
The thoughts aside, he tries to not tense at the sensation of her grinding into his groin again. This time with more purpose behind it as he tries to keep his head together; damn it, but he has to behave and knows it. Whatever emotions, connection he feels, he doesn't want to let it be destroyed by whims that may not even be wanted from both sides.
So he near tenses again after she grinds into him, unintentionally again, with the book she took in hand. He's not speaking again yet but he finds himself pulling his thoughts together first; it wasn't difficult to do even with him resisting the urge to take things into an unwanted turn for the two of them.) I suppose I can sit somewhere to provide more room as needed first? I know I am quite....tall, that it can be a disaster were I to move too much. (And it's best the smaller of them, her, has plenty of room in the event that they're trapped there for awhile. She'd be able to obtain help better: breaking the door will be the last option they use if necessary knowing he can do this quite easily.)
If it comes to us breaking the door, I'll personally replace it.
(It'd be his responsibility anyway, he didn't want her to deal with repercussions over his own strength.)
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!!!
[ With that she's met with the tension of his abdomen and the strong scent of what she can only presume is his smell. So close to him now, and although she has in the past both hugged and cuddled him. Something about his was so different. The looseness of his shirt, and how she can see part of his chest too exposed. ]
I... Have never seen this scar...
[ Caoimhe is look at the large scar across his chest, delicately placing a book into a open slot at his side behind him. Her eyes seems to move from his chest within his shirt, up to his face. She... Finds herself liking this position, the - strong scent of his body and how she can closely see the muscles of his shoulders to his collar bone.
Without meaning to her free hand presses against his chest, and she looks up at him. ]
Are you okay?
[ She asks because he is tall, because he is big and stuffed in this small room with her of all people. She asks because she looked at him and his scars, and hopes that he did not mind it at all. She asks because, she has this need to give him something. Make him feel happy and comfortable, asks because - she feels her face a bit red and her eyes half lidded seemingly enjoying the closeness of his body and especially how he smells.
Its him, she is starting to be warmed by him and thinks that its not so bad to be close together. Only hopes that... He does not mind it either. ]
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All for Faerghus, for them. He speaks not a word as she talks and sees it, how he almost died once during his time on the run.
But the words? They do not register just yet.
No, it's her scent and her warmth that registers; of their faces close together with him near feeling mesmerized. Close, close enough he's leaned down for her gently into her hand without so much as another thought against it. His earlier worries seemingly faded as he pulls back against any other urges that would be seen as wanton and uncouth. It's only after a minute he realizes she asked something, that she had wondered about that scar.) I should be.... (He murmurs it softly, almost as if he wasn't there but is there with where his thoughts point his mind toward.
Like it felt need to compromise in how it wants.
There were many who tried, many who failed, they sought him for his throne so he rejected them and carried onward. He seeks love, not to be used again, he seeks companionship, not to be thrown to the wolves once more. And....scarily so, he finds himself so comfortable in his want that he looks at her with emotions he long since thought he would keep close to his heart out of a desire for him to not be hurt in such ways again.
Even as his arms find themselves loosely holding her on instinct.)
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... Dimitri... [ She watches intensely his movements, especially as he comes down upon her. Leveling himself so their faces were close, and he looked up just a bit at her. Her hand doesn't follow him down, instead it guides itself along his collar bone. To his neck, smoothing against his rough skin and tenderly caressing against it. It comes to finally, at the right side of his face. Cupping along his cheek and she is just - enamored.
Mesmerized. She is forgotten her place in the world, and instead she is looking down at a man that captivates her. Enamors her with his kindness, and strength of heart despite the evil things he has endured. That he has done for the sake of others. Caoimhe wants nothing more then to some how hold him entirely within her, so none can pluck at what was left of his heart. She is breathless - lost in the moment. Lost and unaware completely of who she is - just a woman with intense feelings.
Warm eyes like the summer ocean swirl in its hues, looking down at him with the most present and assertive expression he has ever seen upon her. ]
May I?
[ She asks, a thumb running along his cheek and then pushing only slightly against the eyepatch there. Caoimhe asks for consent. Asks for permission. ]
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Though his eye is scarred and blind, he hides it for the sake of others not feeling uncomfortable even if it wasn't that bad off. Not anymore than it could be.
He's quiet. But he nods, the intensity of mutual feelings seems there as unaware as they both are about the line they are so delicately on.) ....you may, Caoimhe. (He'll show her his eye then, like the clouded sky that it can be compared to in a difference to his own remaining sky blue one that looks deep into her own. They aren't their roles here. Not a single bit in how they find themselves no longer paying attention to reality nor to the fact they're locked away in such a small space that they cannot say they'd be found in so easily.
The eye beneath the thumb she presses slightly against is closed; but for a moment flutters partly against it from beneath the thick leather of it. With scars exposed and rough skin before her eyes, he waits, once the eyepatch is removed he slowly opens the eye beneath it. Murky and blind. The lid of it scarred down to his cheek though just enough that the eyepatch itself had covered it. Both eyes now were upon hers, clouded sky and blue sky itself without him daring pull away.
He stayed.
If they lean any closer, nearer, could he control himself? Would he be able to if she wants that? He isn't going to overstep such boundaries no matter how much his heart drums louder, faster, wanting and craving. He assumes that for now were they to cross the line that he'd want it to be mutual; he wants her comfortable too, as he begins now to think he should go about this with enough care knowing his inexperience in such things that isn't from books he once read in his youth.)
....how does it look then, if I may ask?
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Unafraid. [ A soft breath speaks as even softer lips move to kiss once more at the corner of this stormy grey eye. ] Unyielding. [ Each kiss is light and sweet, alike the feeling of a butterfly kiss. Gliding itself against his skin, she is taken in - by a powerful feeling of love. To give, and oh how she wishes to give so much of it to him in this moment.
If he is a dam holding back his innermost desires, then she is like a river of yearning, eager to love and adore him. ] Strength.
[ It is what I love of you. ]
Dimitri.
[ She says his name, as if that is her answer. As if, How does it look. Needs no judgement to be cast, for this eye of his - is his alone. Regardless of what he thinks it looks like or is. Every kiss therein gentle and peppered along the side of his face. Feeling the scent so strong there with his locks of hair entangling with every kiss. She cups his other cheek with the other hand, and lets herself still be there. Kissing. Fervently.
Caoimhe is - responding to her inner most desire. Her words and songs are her most powerful gift - she is a singer although not one who sings so well like the others. Yet sing she does - because she loves it. Caoimhe sings because she wishes to be heard, and sings because simply does. Her lips, are the most important part of her - in that her free speaking is what she truly hinges her value on. That love comes from her voice, her heart, her lips. That all would flow forth from them, and in this moment rather then words she merely kisses him. ]
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During the pause his breath is warm, soft against her own lips as troublesome thoughts fade to a nothingness he never knew the likes of upon feeling the river of her heart flood his own. Her point was made, the feelings she wished to give him through it once he notices something he never thought would dare happen, had happened.
Her kiss, soft lips against his where his own soon melts sweetly against her own so naturally. He melts, fades, allows this silent song to take him to her and her heart; he bends, he lets the dam be flooded so easily like she was a missing piece to it where he clings to her now. Strength put into his arms just enough to let her know he heard it, he feels it, he won't dare let go of her words given to him the way she had down to their silent yet quiet moment in this closet.
What had he done to deserve something so sweet, so precious, knowing his struggles and his want to live and be freed of the voices that plagued him down to his fears and his guilt. What had he done, dear Goddess, to find someone that near makes him feel as if his sins were absolved in just a kiss shared between them?
In warmth flooding him as he collapses in a figurative sense.
His inner turmoil, the struggles, perhaps now it meant something. Perhaps now it feels as if it led him to this moment and their meeting. He isn't sure, Dimitri never would be sure no matter how much he asked his Goddess if his life was a test, a misery filled test which pushed him down further and further to the point he near completely broke. It all feels so far away just melting down to his heart, his heart that beats loudly and seeks hers.
She wants it, she has it if she so wishes.
So she may take it, take the part of him that had long since been battered, destroyed, and thrown about like it's struggle was meaningless. Like nothing would wait at the end of it for him.
Melt, take it, come undone, as long as it's her is what it tells him then surely it will all be fine.)
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To feel his hard lips line against her own, Caoimhe gasps. A soft noise escaping through the messy clatter of their teeth. Her arms ]
Dimitri - [ A hard Gasp, she doesn't want to deny him. She can't deny him, his taste is so delicious. Caoimhe finds tongue twisting along his lips wanting to taste him. . . . This feeling shes never known before, this building heat growing inside her. It gnaws at her nerves, and makes her yearn for more but shes confused. She is uncertain now, she is - ] Haa--- P-Please... W-Wait...
[ Caoimhe squeaks, finding herself gripping the cloth hanging over his shoulder. ]
Wait -
[ She turns away momentarily, holding onto him. Her eyes glazed over with a sense of - ? ? ? ? ? yearning so unlike what shes felt before. She stares at him, lost in his eyes. Trying to breathe. ]
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Then again it cracked his walls so thoroughly, who knows, he thinks just what may happen to them in this enclosed space with eyes lost within the others own. Dimitri if anything can take a hint if she chooses to push him away though he keeps his loose hold on her with enough care should she also choose to move away fully from his arms with the way they rest upon her back.)
....too much?
(It's a question he knows he should ask, there's no need for them to rush into intimacy if they both found in one another a missing part of themselves that they never once thought could be found. He won't rush it for her sake, out of respect knowing that similarly he didn't completely have experience either. Not unless secondhand embarrassment from Sylvain counted in an attempt to help his long time friend knowing that many would be eyeing him like vultures and snakes.
Likely a good thing he did that.)
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... W... Me... [ Her forehead presses against his, and shuts her eyes momentarily. Hands shaking slightly. ] ... Its okay... If its me...?
[ The woman asks once more, red lashes flutter open slowly. Half lidded as colors would search the depth in his own sky color'd eyes. ]
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No other woman has laid hands on him either; not in this way of sweet tender fancies and love gradually radiating though they know not of it being love. It felt so addictive, so sweet he found himself craving for more of her lips. If it went further he'd have to watch at most the cramp space they have and to not do anything foolish like near break a wall or a bookshelf from it.
His sky colored eyes hold in them care, trust, and that foreign sense of love within them as he gently or as gently as he could manage, clings to her in this moment of them alone.) If anything I thought I'd be the more anxious one knowing I tend to argue with myself often on if I deserve something. (A small joke, something to help ease the tension even at his own expense.)
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[ She understands greatly he would be better off politically holding courtship else where.
Caoimhe's breath is shaky, but her face leans against his. Lips once again just below his blind eye. She wanted this closeness, wanted to know she could kiss him over and over again. Give to him a love, most satisfying that her heart would calm itself and not burn her into doing more for him.
Her face slides into the side of his neck, as if to hide away the twinge of tears that bit at her heart. She knows she can give him nothing but herself, and even then... She was such a disappointment to her people, to so many others. What if Dimitri one day, became disappointed in that she had nothing else to give but her love? Even then - she... Is... Coming to terms with what that means - love to think that this is what that meant. ] I-...
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If I choose someone, it is because I wish to. I care little for those who want to use me or to have the crown for themselves, I do not desire a life without love. A marriage without it, too. I seek days of love, of comforts between me and who I want most. (He knows of their polygamy but it was not what he sought either. Just one in his heart forever, until he draws his last breath.
This wasn't political courtship but something he wishes for, longs most for just as she seemingly wants by her reactions. He doesn't pull away nor does he push her aside, instead his arms firmly no matter his strength rest around her to pull her close to his warmth and body. No disappointment, not a sign of him regretting giving her his lips and his first ever kiss. Just a softness that only a tortured man could give; care that one could give too, far more than some would dare think of from a man who had lost his mind for five years.
Who had strength uncontrollable more than ever once he makes up his mind. It will be her. He may not be good at this but he says and thinks to himself that it will be her who he pursues, who he longs for knowing his heart feels so similar to his own thoughts as of now. That his warmth wants her too knowing how she fits so comfortably within strong arms that could kill so easily were he to squeeze them around any other person.
But not her.
Dimitri wouldn't dare hurt her that way. Not intentionally, perhaps unintentionally though he'd listen if she needs him to ease up is something else he decides. He can do that much for Caoimhe, to learn to control it for these moments of precious time spent hidden away from the world which often times sought to cruelly snuff out his flame.)
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Dimitri.... [ Caoimhe's coo's his name softly turning her head and speaking it into his ear. ] I... Want - to spend every evening with you... I want to read you my favorite legends... Sing you my favorite songs.... Hold your hand... Play with your beautiful hair... I want to lay in bed with you at night... and watch you fall asleep always - I knew this when... We first laid in bed to cuddle.. I... Really adored you then... And even now... I... Cannot believe you would... Want me in that way... Of all people - you are so... Great... And I .. .. . . I would just be simply happy to be in your life, yet you would gladly wish for me to be in your bed? To be... Your wife?
[ her voice pitches into a light squeak and she cries slightly. Yet she manages still through the tears that break though. To move in, and kiss Dimitri just beneath his jaw. ]
Please... I want nothing more... Oh ... I want nothing more then to hold your hand, and know that your heart knows of the warmth of peace.
[ She kisses his ear, kisses the side of his fore head - all she wants to do is dawn him in kisses. To make this man feel good, about simply being alive. To think her earnest simple feelings, could bud something in him for her - such as love. Moving to look down at him, Caoimhe... Sighs, love held within her eyes at such great capacity. ] You are... So Handsome... So Strong... Oh so strong... I would do anything to have your strength - but to hear you say that... You love me?
[ Fingers tremble as they graze along his jaw line, tilting him up and towards her. She then, if he allows her - leans forward to kiss him. Passionately. Though... Messily as she too had never kissed another before him. ]
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There would be no greater joy than that, to have her with him in his life together with her. To give unto her the love she so rightfully deserves and to receive the love she wishes to give him, too.
Her lips soon brushing against his jaw causes the red shading his cheeks to grow, softness in his expression mixed with the feelings he tried to keep at bay just enough before he feels relief. They feel similarly in the regard of wanting perhaps something more as they explore together their hearts, so of course he'd desire to give her his utmost feelings and memories, dreams too. He knows she'll worry if he said nothing of his nightmares to her later on as is so that he plans to do.
Not now, obviously, now he wanted to take this sweet moment for what it was.)
....of course, you are strong in your own way, Caoimhe, never forget that. Strength comes in other forms, your heart and your light? It is one of the most beautiful parts of you that I'll always want to keep safe. (Something Dimitri would always do, the words come softly in response to her own. He hadn't said it officially yet but it is something akin to love; something that feels so close to it but he did mean every bit of it.
He would have spoke further, sang a song of words he felt truly about her own strength in her own ways but that was silenced by the sweet yet passionate kiss between them. Messy, clumsy, but still trying nonetheless and welcomed. Because he wouldn't have it any other way no matter their inexperience; given time they'll learn as they learn now to let their hearts seek one another.)
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She has heard this before, her friends. Those she calls her sisters, the adore her and let her know that the love she carries for the world around her. Is the strength they themselves want to believe in, to keep safe. Hearing Dimitri almost echo the importance of it to her, causes her heart to sing... To be beloved, and know that something about herself holds importance not only to her family - but to the man she has come to inevitably fall for. Means... So much. ]
Mm....[ A cascade of kisses that were messy turn into longer drawn gasps for breath against his lips, she attempts to breathe as they break in between. However she is ardent in her measure of his lips. Caoimhe turns her head left and right, pushing down against him. Kissing, her as tongue touches against his lips, the sensation of it she finds to be pleasurable. Causing her to do it fervently, tasting him, wanting him.
Each of her hands delicately cradle his face. Thumbs sweeping along his jawline as they begin to search into his locks of hair. Shoulders perching forward in an intense tension of grabbing him and holding him as close as she could.
With him being on the floor, Caoimhe is kissing down onto him. Moving her hands tenderly along his neck. ]
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Really he hadn't expected any of it to go this direction but he isn't hating it with him holding her closely in his own way, arms around her just tight enough she can feel his strength once they part again for now. He hadn't expected to be pushed down like this in the frenzy, either, nor had he realized until then he likes the thought of her gripping on to him the way she was down to his blonde mane and body in general.
Another weakness seemingly is his neck too in how he shivers at her hands moving tenderly upon it: his body reacts to her so naturally already though he holds himself back from seeking anything further than their closeness, the feeling of her lips and them together in such a way. Mostly from him not being certain on if a cramped space would be able to give them enough room, a curse of him being so tall and built, he muses a little.
Though for how long it'll stay that way is uncertain knowing he's already revealed he'd like to court her.)
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It is - intoxicating in a way that makes her feel so happy. Full of glee - gladden. She wants these sensations, the friction of another just there next to her body and with his strength. It offered this idea of safety she did not want to leave from. ]
Dimitri... [ She whispers, she loves his name... Adores saying it. Calling for him as her hands smooth along his forearms, adjudicating a deliverance of adoration for his body. Every curves of his triceps her fingers pressed against until her palms flatten along its worth. When they finally move to his collar bone... Fingers tantalizing strum against the lines, until it reached up his neck. Smoothing around them until fingers found locks of hair and she combed through them.
Her kisses fervent.
She doesn't realize how much her hands were touching him, and she begins to move them back where they had just been. However, when she reaches his collar bone they begin to smooth downwards. Entering deep into his shirt, inevitably passing over the pink peaks of his bosom as she explored it's worth. Its there that she squeaks and pulls her hands out from his shirt rather suddenly. They fall upon her own chest as if she had did something wrong. Breaking the kiss. ]
S-SORRY!
[ If Dimitri looks at her she is a mess, and her own breast that almost seemed to spill out from the corset, although small. Seemed perky and taut from the exchange the two were having. ]
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Strength upon strength sits in those arms and yet he holds her so near he feels every part of her pressed into him.
The whisper of his name on her lips could send him to his knees alone, he starts to think, in how sweet it comes from her. He's happy. Happy in ways he never thought he could be in how he responds to the affection given to him and in how he finds himself falling deeper until the cool sensation of his shirt falling upon his shoulders to reveal his pectorals somewhat more by the time she parts. The scars in sight too, as he blinks.
The small realization of what just happened sinks in as they breathe and part; he even notices how much of a mess she is with him feeling similarly as heat rises to his cheeks. Goddess, he hadn't realized he was gripping her hard enough that her dress near came off from the sudden force of it. Although the fervent kisses had left bruises upon his lips that he doubts will go away any time soon.) N-no, I believe I got carried away all the same, too....had we not stopped I think if one regret came about it would be pressing toward a certain point in this closet. (Even if that side of him with such intense cravings for more is crying in agony that he isn't doing anything about it. No. He would respect that part of him that wants it to be somewhere more suitable with a feeling it is a mutual thought.
A bed would be better for them, a bed where they could be alone.
If it were anywhere else he'd much rather it be somewhere more romantic, however, not somewhere like this or somewhere that could likely end in him being gutted because they were discovered and it wasn't in a good way either.) I....not that I do not want to go that far when you are comfortable, I just would much rather it be somewhere more comfortable for the two of us, of course. (Best to clarify that point, first, before any assumptions arise about what he meant.)
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[ She attempts to lower herself too but more or less ends up kneel in between his legs, now nestled quaintly there with her back pressed against the pile of books and debris behind her.] Do you want to try moving around more - or... Do we just sit and wait then..?
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He can manage this, he thinks, allowing her to be buried into him like that if she so needs before he shifts with enough care to give her the space needed for herself and to stay near for her sake, too, knowing their recent discoveries a little in this moment.) If I could somehow alert Dedue since I know he must be nearby, it'd help, knowing him he worries quickly if I am gone without warning. (With the number of times he's given him a heart attack just about, that is truly understandable.)