(He knows it's quite the jump, but he did intend to court her and perhaps see if that was where it went. To see if she wanted his heart just as much as he may perhaps want hers as they sit together. He almost wonders if he spoke too boldly once her words softly come out into his ear, flushed cheeks and want aside, he already feels almost like he did something completely wonderful in his earnest admission that he would love to court her and to be together with her. To spend his nights and days with her, his moments of joy and sorrow.
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.)
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. ]
(It's not easy to breathe, to calm oneself down in this moment together as he finds he cannot stop his heart from pounding. They're alone together making it thus far near impossible to begin with; were they more likely to be found he does not know if they'd lose themselves so easily. Then again, what he does know now is that he thinks he still would have gradually begun to fall apart regardless of when or where. That's how he's always been when it comes to his heart. Even as he notices her own desire once his lips part just enough for her to obtain the taste she so craves.
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.)
[ Caoimhe muffles a slight squeak between the kisses, and her shoulders shiver feeling the strength of his arms wrapping around her. She loves how sturdy they are, and her hands at some point smooth around his biceps. Squeezing with measure, as if attempting to feel truly how strong he were. A hot exhale escapes her breath when she begins to press her body into his abs, feeling his strength as he holds her. She seems to be smothering her body against him, feeling the way Dimitri's heat exudes off his chest. The sensations of someone else upon you like this feels - invigorating...
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. ]
(He hadn't realized just how lost they were getting, sensations he never once dared dream of played about his body in the heat shared between them: within her burying into him as if he were a pillar or something there to hold her within his arms without a word from his lips. He drifts further, further into this warm feeling and near finds himself groaning quietly at the feeling of her hands upon the roughness of his body. The soft contrast of them enough to make him melt from her fingertips tracing along muscle to memorize it.
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.)
A-Ah... [ Caoimhe is not full certain what the other means, but she feels light headed and seems to have want to fully leave this place. If only to... Truly cherish the moment they had just shared with one another, in a better way. ] W-What should we do...?
[ 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..?
....I don't suppose there's a way of alerting them as to what happened, is there? (Preferably without an incident arising but he cannot say that, obviously he'll apologize for their....current state knowing that it isn't exactly a good look for them to look like this even if he hadn't noticed his own state of dress just yet as being quite similar. For now he lets the tension in his shoulders ease, eyes on her gently as ever once she positions herself to sit more comfortably in his lap.
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.)
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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.)