She swears if they get any closer they'll meld together, not that she would mind all that much. And yet it still doesn't feel close enough. She just wants to be wrapped up in him and never let go. But he's right in that they have to move, and the parting is only temporary. A small little sacrifice for a better pay-off.
And oh does that tone in his voice promise a hell of a pay-off. Maker help her, his voice is delectable enough with a normal pitch, let alone that. She swallows thickly and nods, pressing another kiss to his lips before stepping back. "Then by all means." She'll let him lead; she already barged in once already, she's not about to drag him through his house.
Oh, he most certainly has a lot of plans for the rest of the evening- where there will be considerably more closeness. Not a smart choice, but he's not thinking all that straight any more. Whatever comes in the morning, he'll deal with it then.
He takes her hand in his, fingers entwining with hers. He stares at them for a moment, before offering a small smile, heading up through the run down hallways and t the ramshackle room he's claimed as his own. It's...still pretty awful, honestly- dirty and cold and generally miserable. He glances around seemingly realising this with a wince.
"My apologies. This isn't the most romantic of settings."
There's a little tiny part of her whispering that this is going very fast and maybe they should slow it down. The rest of her brain promptly smothers it. She's wanted this for too long to stop this now, as selfish as it is. A dilemma for the morning.
She can't help the stupid little smile she has when he takes her hand in his. It's the little things that do it to her, setting off butterflies in her stomach. Her thumb gently rubs against his hand as she follows him through the mansion. One day, she muses, she'll drag the others along and give this place a proper cleaning. She'll likely have to bribe them - and Fenris - with a gallon of booze and food, but it might be feasible! (Let her dream, okay)
At his apology, Relm smiles softly. "Oh, Fenris," she murmurs, reaching over and cupping his cheek. "I wasn't exactly expecting that. This is perfect. Though if you want, I could get a fire going." It's one of the indisputably great advantages to being a mage: instant fires. And warmed up baths, too.
They will have to pry his corpses away from his cold, dead fingers. They add to the aesthetic None of his Hightown neighbours bother him if they know there's dead people hanging around. It's the perfect deterrent.
He turns his head, kissing the hand cupping his face. There's some trepidation- the thought of allowing magic in his home, for it to be used so...simply. He knows he shouldn't allow it- he's not entirely comfortable with the idea. But...but he trusts her, and he needs her to know that.
"I...I suppose you could."
He needs her to realise he trusts her with this, even if he doesn't like it. That much is important. Maker, that trepidation is probably one hell of a mood killer and he's already kicking himself over it.
Can they at least just dust the furniture and mop the floors?? The corpses can stay but that doesn't mean the rest of the place has to be a dump.
The hesitation doesn't surprise her, though it's a bit of a bummer. But it is what it is. This isn't going to happen overnight, and the fact that he's willing to let her do it showcases just how far he's come.
"C'mere." She tips his face towards her before leaning in and kissing him. It's partly because, well, she wants to, but it's also part distraction. With her free hand, she quietly summons a flame in the nearby fireplace. It's not large, just enough to be able to catch onto the logs and grow on its own.
He does tense, when he senses the fire- too tuned to be on guard for magic all the time. But the distraction does help. He doesn't pull away, far from it, he presses into the kiss, his fingers moving up to thread through her hair, his other hand moving to the small of her back.
She hopes the distraction helps a little. Not that she thinks he won't notice, but she hopes that if he at least doesn't see it and is pre-occupied, it might lessen his discomfort. And she gets to kiss him, so win-win.
"It's much cozier. I warm baths, too. Just for future reference," she says with a wink.
That gets a low chuckle out of him, as he leans in to kiss along her jaw. The mood is decidedly not derailed at all.
"Hmmm, I'll bear that in mind. A hot bath does sound very appealing."
Though probably not his immediate thought. The kiss turns to light nips, as his fingers splay on the small of her back, pulling her close as he breathes in the smell of her, heady on it.
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Yes, very appealing. And there's a joke or comment or at least something kind of witty waiting to be said about that, but she forgets what that is when his lips starting pressing to her jaw. He's terribly distracting, in a good way. Relm's too often left to her own thoughts, with all manner of nonsense coming from them. It's good to be distracted from them - and her worries - and Fenris does it well. All she knows right now is him, wrapped around her and sending delightful shivers down her spine. She shudders out a sigh and breathes his name against his ear, arms pulling him in closer as her fingers dig into him.
He shivers at the sound of his name on her tongue, at the feel of her breath hot against his ear. Yes, this is far more desirable than dealing with the monsters inside his own head. To spend a fitful night, staying up til late then sleeping fitfully, if at all. He'd take this over that any day.
His nips come down her neck as far as he can, before the collar of her robes gets in the way. He lets out a soft, frustrated huff, because wow, rude. Perhaps a little presumptuously (or perhaps not, given how things are going) his fingers move around between them, fumbling at the fastenings of the errant robe in question.
Oh no, it's not the least bit presumptuous. Relm certainly doesn't think as much, given how she's all too happy to assist him in shucking said dastardly robe. She presses a kiss to his temple, softly humming her pleasure as the last of the ties are loosened and the robe pools at her feet. She's left in a plain undershirt and her underwear. And now she's especially glad for the fire she started, or she'd be quite a bit colder.
That being said, she still presses a little closer to him for warmth, gently nuzzling the side of his neck before kissing it softly.
Well, there's no going back now, even if he wanted to- which he decidedly does not. He lets out a soft groan of his own, at the feel of her lips on his neck. His hands move to her back, following the curve of it, relishing the feel of her skin under his fingertips, the prickle of desire and heat from it all.
He tilts his head to one side, giving her better access to his neck, he breath catching in his throat at the action, the lyrium flickering to life- just for a second, before fading again.
Her breath catches in her throat as his fingers drag up her skin. His touch sends a shiver through her, and even though there's only a flimsy shirt, she finds that to even be too much. She wants to be bare in front of him, and let him touch her in places a touch more intimate than her back. But she's not about to go careening towards that just yet. For now, she enjoys kissing along his neck, slowly working a patch of skin that'll bruise by the time she's done with it. Her mana surges forth when his markings flicker, but years of honed control prevent it from manifesting in magic.
With a parting kiss, she glances down at his chest plate. Her fingers run over one of the straps holding it up, but they don't dare yet tug it loose. "You're a bit overdressed," she gently teases. But nothing comes off of him without his permission. Even if it winds up with him completely dressed and her buck naked, so be it. Better that and let him be comfortable than forcing anything.
He'd been rather enjoying her mouth of his neck, his skin tingling, his breath catching in his throat. It sent the lyrium afire but he didn't care. Her touch was dizzying, intoxicating, and he didn't it to stop.
So when it does stop, he lets out an almost comical whine, following her a little, before his brain catches up with the rest of him, realising she's speaking to him. He lets out a low, rumbling chuckle.
"That is very true," a smirk plays across his lips, trying to put her at ease, letting her know he was in the moment, too. "We'd best deal with that sharply, hadn't we?"
"I couldn't agree more." Her fingers itched to touch more of his bare skin, so she's all too happy to get to work on his chest plate. She yanks on the straps, loosening them until she can undo them. One by one they come loose until the entire plate looks ready to fall off. Relm gently takes it, pulling it off of him before setting it down carefully on the floor.
Relm hums, arms wrapping around him as she presses close to him, no longer buffeted by the chest plate. "Much better," she purrs, her fingers dipping under his shirt to run along his back.
He lets out a low hum, delight and desire thrumming through his chest as she presses closer to him. He shivers as her fingers brush against his skin, his own fumbling with her shirt.
"I couldn't agree more."
He dips his head to capture her lips in a kiss again, deep, hard, wanting.
Relm considers it a testament to the monumental willpower she's exhibiting right now that she's not throwing him down on his bed and just getting straight to the steamiest bits. Especially when he's kissing her like this and making her feel like she's the most important thing in the world. Maker help her, she's just human, and she only has so much control. It's been fraying for awhile now, but it's finally catching up to her. She kisses him back just as hard, just as deeply, and just as needy. She groans into the kiss, hands blindly fumbling for the straps of his gauntlets to get them off. There's far too much on him and she wants it off.
When they finally break apart, Relm's gulping down air, her pace and words rushed. "You're so - what's that phrase? The Tevene one." One gauntlet's freed, and that gets tossed to the floor with far less care than the chestplate. "Festis bei... uno? Umo - fuck." And off goes the other one.
Later, he may think to thank her for her phenomenal patience. Not that he's a paragon of it himself, just now. He frees a hand to try and help her with the other gauntlet, pulling it off and letting it clatter noisily to the floor with the other one. He pays them no mind. They'll survive. It means his fingertips are free to drag down her skin, to touch her- skin to skin.
"Festis bei umo canavarum," he corrects with a rumbling chuckle, mouthing at her neck. "Perhaps you meant that one?"
"Yes," she gasps as his lips brush along her neck. "That. Festis bei umo canavarum, Fenris. So.. so much." Relm clutches at his back and shoulders, head spinning pleasantly as he works at her neck.
With a tug, she pulls them back towards the bed. Yes, her patience has been considerable but now it's running out. They can't be standing around forever anyway.
His tone is amused, though his voice is deep and heavy with want. He allows her to steer them towards the bed, stumbling a little but not minding one bit. Once there, he falls back to sit on the edge of it, pulling her down onto his lap- his mouth meeting hers again, all tongue and teeth.
It's a testament to their higher brain functions that they're able to carry on a conversation, though Relm wonders how long that'll last. Especially with how she's in his lap and only two pairs of flimsy underwear and his pants are in between them now. So of course she grinds her hips against his, wanting some kind of friction, anything to feed into the heat building in her.
"Me?" she says innocently as she pulls back gasping for air. "I have no idea what you're talking about." She bites gently on his lower lip.
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And oh does that tone in his voice promise a hell of a pay-off. Maker help her, his voice is delectable enough with a normal pitch, let alone that. She swallows thickly and nods, pressing another kiss to his lips before stepping back. "Then by all means." She'll let him lead; she already barged in once already, she's not about to drag him through his house.
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He takes her hand in his, fingers entwining with hers. He stares at them for a moment, before offering a small smile, heading up through the run down hallways and t the ramshackle room he's claimed as his own. It's...still pretty awful, honestly- dirty and cold and generally miserable. He glances around seemingly realising this with a wince.
"My apologies. This isn't the most romantic of settings."
At least there aren't any corpses in this room?
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She can't help the stupid little smile she has when he takes her hand in his. It's the little things that do it to her, setting off butterflies in her stomach. Her thumb gently rubs against his hand as she follows him through the mansion. One day, she muses, she'll drag the others along and give this place a proper cleaning. She'll likely have to bribe them - and Fenris - with a gallon of booze and food, but it might be feasible! (Let her dream, okay)
At his apology, Relm smiles softly. "Oh, Fenris," she murmurs, reaching over and cupping his cheek. "I wasn't exactly expecting that. This is perfect. Though if you want, I could get a fire going." It's one of the indisputably great advantages to being a mage: instant fires. And warmed up baths, too.
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He turns his head, kissing the hand cupping his face. There's some trepidation- the thought of allowing magic in his home, for it to be used so...simply. He knows he shouldn't allow it- he's not entirely comfortable with the idea. But...but he trusts her, and he needs her to know that.
"I...I suppose you could."
He needs her to realise he trusts her with this, even if he doesn't like it. That much is important. Maker, that trepidation is probably one hell of a mood killer and he's already kicking himself over it.
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The hesitation doesn't surprise her, though it's a bit of a bummer. But it is what it is. This isn't going to happen overnight, and the fact that he's willing to let her do it showcases just how far he's come.
"C'mere." She tips his face towards her before leaning in and kissing him. It's partly because, well, she wants to, but it's also part distraction. With her free hand, she quietly summons a flame in the nearby fireplace. It's not large, just enough to be able to catch onto the logs and grow on its own.
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He does tense, when he senses the fire- too tuned to be on guard for magic all the time. But the distraction does help. He doesn't pull away, far from it, he presses into the kiss, his fingers moving up to thread through her hair, his other hand moving to the small of her back.
"Hmmm, I suppose that is better."
Better than freezing, anyway.
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She hopes the distraction helps a little. Not that she thinks he won't notice, but she hopes that if he at least doesn't see it and is pre-occupied, it might lessen his discomfort. And she gets to kiss him, so win-win.
"It's much cozier. I warm baths, too. Just for future reference," she says with a wink.
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"Hmmm, I'll bear that in mind. A hot bath does sound very appealing."
Though probably not his immediate thought. The kiss turns to light nips, as his fingers splay on the small of her back, pulling her close as he breathes in the smell of her, heady on it.
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so late wow
His nips come down her neck as far as he can, before the collar of her robes gets in the way. He lets out a soft, frustrated huff, because wow, rude. Perhaps a little presumptuously (or perhaps not, given how things are going) his fingers move around between them, fumbling at the fastenings of the errant robe in question.
shhhh you're fiiiine
That being said, she still presses a little closer to him for warmth, gently nuzzling the side of his neck before kissing it softly.
<3
He tilts his head to one side, giving her better access to his neck, he breath catching in his throat at the action, the lyrium flickering to life- just for a second, before fading again.
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With a parting kiss, she glances down at his chest plate. Her fingers run over one of the straps holding it up, but they don't dare yet tug it loose. "You're a bit overdressed," she gently teases. But nothing comes off of him without his permission. Even if it winds up with him completely dressed and her buck naked, so be it. Better that and let him be comfortable than forcing anything.
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So when it does stop, he lets out an almost comical whine, following her a little, before his brain catches up with the rest of him, realising she's speaking to him. He lets out a low, rumbling chuckle.
"That is very true," a smirk plays across his lips, trying to put her at ease, letting her know he was in the moment, too. "We'd best deal with that sharply, hadn't we?"
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Relm hums, arms wrapping around him as she presses close to him, no longer buffeted by the chest plate. "Much better," she purrs, her fingers dipping under his shirt to run along his back.
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"I couldn't agree more."
He dips his head to capture her lips in a kiss again, deep, hard, wanting.
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When they finally break apart, Relm's gulping down air, her pace and words rushed. "You're so - what's that phrase? The Tevene one." One gauntlet's freed, and that gets tossed to the floor with far less care than the chestplate. "Festis bei... uno? Umo - fuck." And off goes the other one.
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"Festis bei umo canavarum," he corrects with a rumbling chuckle, mouthing at her neck. "Perhaps you meant that one?"
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With a tug, she pulls them back towards the bed. Yes, her patience has been considerable but now it's running out. They can't be standing around forever anyway.
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His tone is amused, though his voice is deep and heavy with want. He allows her to steer them towards the bed, stumbling a little but not minding one bit. Once there, he falls back to sit on the edge of it, pulling her down onto his lap- his mouth meeting hers again, all tongue and teeth.
"I could well say the same to you."
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"Me?" she says innocently as she pulls back gasping for air. "I have no idea what you're talking about." She bites gently on his lower lip.