Caoimhe daughter of Emer. (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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midnightsnacc2023-08-17 05:37 pm
amhran) wrote in midnightsnacc2023-08-17 05:37 pm
amhran) wrote in midnightsnacc2023-08-17 05:37 pm
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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.)