[She doesn't want to pull away, not after that. Not when he's holding her like she might disappear. It's too easy to slide into his lap just like she had the very first time, but she isn't thinking quite so clearly this time. There's still some room to keep things from being too awkward, but there's no denying that this is far closer than the first time.
[He certainly doesn't, he pulls her closer, face buried against her neck, breathing her in. ]
I felt it was past time.
[That's a little muffled, but he doesn't care. He pulls back only enough to capture her lips in a kiss. Deep and hungry, an overflow of far too many feelings to deal with in words. ]
[She's about to tell him there's no such thing as past time, that a part of her knew it even if he never got the chance to say it, but then her mouth is occupied with something much more interesting than talking and she can't bring herself to stop him just to say it.
They've kissed passionately before, but never like this. Never with an air of desperation, and it's too easy now to lose herself in it. It feels natural to tangle her fingers in his hair and kiss him back with just as much heat, just as much need.]
[He pulls onto his lap proper, hands moving around her back, needing her close, more than he ever has anyone. He;s held a lot of his feelings back, for so long, and now they're free, it's overwhelming.
He deepens the kiss, tongue running across her lips, requesting entrance. ]
[She should slow this down, and she will, but not yet. It had been building for so long that it was inevitable that when they let the floodgates down, they would get swept away. Instead she parts her lips and draws Fenris' tongue in with her own, unable to help the soft moan that escapes her when his hands grab at her that way.
She's imagined this, almost exactly this. His hands on her as they kissed like they would die if they didn't, but it's so much more than she could have hoped for when she can still hear the tone of his voice when he told her he loved her.]
[Slowing down is definitely up to her. It's so much easier to just follow his emotions, especially after keeping them in check for so long. Trying to be patient, to understand his feelings, truly. Now he's voiced them, it's like the floodgates have opened.
When he breaks off the kiss for air, trying to catch his breath again, he settles for trailing kisses along her jaw. ]
[She sighs his name, hands dropping from his hair to slide over his chest. Even clothed she's rarely touched him like that, let herself indulge in the curiosity about exactly he was built under his armor, under his clothing. He'd be lean and strong, she knows that much, but she's never let herself feel just how right she is.
But now she lets her hands play where they want, where she can reach as he brushes kisses against her skin.]
You remember what I told you when this started, don't you? You set the pace, Fenris. If there's something you want, you just have to tell me.
[He lets out a breath, heated and shuddery, pulling back to look at her. Maker, he really does love her, more than he ever thought he was capable. It's a dizzying feeling, and it's one he never wants to stop experiencing.
When he speaks, one hand moves to cup her cheek. ]
[Amatus. That's a word she's heard pass between Dorian and Arhen and the way Fenris is looking at her, touching her cheek, it's not hard to guess the meaning.]
That's lucky then. You'll have me for as long as you want me, ma sa'lath.
[Her one love, in a language of a people he isn't entirely fond of. But it's who she is, it's all she has to give back in terms of endearments. She turns her head to kiss his palm, as gentle as possible against the lines of lyrium there.]
Do you intend to have me here in your lap, or can we make it to the bed?
[Thanks to his augment, he knows what the word means. Before he met her, it would have mattered nothing to him. A foolish Dalish trifle, a language that might as well be dead, more proof of them clinging onto a past already gone.
But Jove has changed things, if only a little. She's taught him that there are Dalish worthy of respect, those that don't live their lives in fairytales, those that strive for a better tomorrow regardless of the wolves of their past. His lips turn into a smile, a the name, at the knowledge of what it means. That he loves, that he is loved. It's more than he could ever dream of.]
I believe we might just make it.
[With the slightest of smirks, he shifts his legs from under him. One hand goes to Jove's rear, the other her back, supporting her as he pushes himself to his feet. For someone used to carting around greatswords bigger and heavier than himself, Jove is relative light. He moves to kiss her again, as he moves in the general direction of the bed. He's pretty sure the bed is that way, anyway. ]
[There is something appealing about the idea of not making to a bed, having to use other furniture in their haste, but it definitely isn't suited for this particular moment. A first time together is special enough, but Fenris deserves the comfort and closeness a bed will provide them. This is more than just sex, and it's good they can make it the few feet to the bed.
She isn't expecting him to lift her up though, and she gasps and grabs for his shoulders to keep from slipping, legs wrapping around his waist. With his hand on her ass and their hips so close, there's no denying not only how close they finally are to this or just how much they both want it, and the surprised gasp quickly blends into a low moan.]
[There will be plenty of time for non-bed fun, Fenris will make sure of it. For now, he contents himself with chuckling, deep and throaty, his kisses moving to her throat as he stumbles them to the bed, carefully lying her down on it. ]
[She sounds a little breathless as she says it, bringing a hand up to the back of his head to encourage him to go on doing exactly what he's doing. She wants to reach for his clothes and help him get them off, but even now that they've both agreed to this, now that it's coming from a place of love and not just infatuation or pure lust, he should still be the one to offer those things.
She can reach for the zipper on the front of her flight suit and pull that down, though. One good thing about this place is the zippers make for easy removal of clothing when you need it most.]
[Fenris has refused the foolish space clothing, and remained with his own, but at least he's forgone his armor. He feels safe enough with Jove that he doesn't wear it when they spend time together any more. He understands the hesitation, though, and pulls back long enough to give her a brief smile of permission, of encouragement.
Meanwhile, he allows his kisses to move back, from her jaw, down her throat, following the trail of her body that her open zipper has left for him, skirting down to kiss and nip at her collarbone. ]
[She's got a simple breast band underneath the jumpsuit, a pair of plain underwear, nothing inherently elfy or really at all fancy about them. Maybe in the future she'll invest in some lacy underthings to see how Fenris reacts, but it hadn't been a thing she worried about anyone ever seeing.
She's not particularly worried at the moment either, not with Fenris' teeth catching on her skin like that. She hisses and arches into it even as she pulls at him to get him closer, hands finally slipping up the bottom of his shirt now that he's gone and shown her it's alright. Her fingers brush over his skin lightly, teasing, finding the lines of lyrium and tracing them to his sides.]
[Fenris has been busy covering her skin in kisses, moving down to the top of her breast band. His own fingers pushing away clothing and running along the curves of her body, memorising every inch of her. He wants to map her out, know her better than anyone.
He lets out a low groan, almost buckling as her fingers trace the lyrium. It's not a noise of pain, far from it. His muscles tense under her hands, his own working to remove that breast band.]
[She'll never get tired of saying his name in the same way she'll never tire of his noises, the raw need of them. There's still a glimmer of hope of this going slowly, but perhaps after the clothes come off, because with him fighting to get her uncovered and her doing the same, there's really no hope of slowing down until there's much more skin exposed.
She pulls her hands away from him long enough to get them out of the sleeves of the suit, but they go right back under his shirt so she can feel him again. The lyrium tingles, but only faintly, and his skin feels hot and smooth between the lines. She traces that now, pushing the fabric up to get a better look at him.]
Take this off, would you? We're about to be a little unbalanced here.
[Because her breast band really isn't going to hold up much longer under his diligent fingers.]
[He shivers as she speaks his name, in no way claiming him, but pulling him to her, setting his nerves aflame. The lyrium flickers slightly in response to her fingers, a gentle glow pulsing from them.
He sits back a little, offering a lopsided smirk, pulling his shirt off him, discarding it to one side. He's never really ashamed of the markings, it would be foolish to be, they certainly do continue their pattern along his chest. Almost Dalish, but not at the same time. ]
[When he goes and smirks at her, she has to laugh.]
It's good to know you're aware how attractive you are. Don't gloat or anything.
[The markings are familiar in a way, either because of her connection to lyrium or because of the way the twist along his skin like her vallaslin on her face, but comparing the two feels odd. Still, he's all but showing off for her and she has no desire to leave him hanging.
She takes hold of his hips to keep him still and leans in, pressing absent kisses to his unmarked skin first. She watches his face as she goes, but once she reaches the line of lyrium that ends just above his navel, the tactic changes. Now she drags her tongue up that bisects his torso, starting from the bottom point and only breaking the line to pay him back for those little nipping kisses he had been so fond of giving her earlier.]
[His muscles twitch and spasm at her kisses, his breath coming out in short gasps, fingers switching between gently grasping her hair and resting on her back. When her tongue reaches the line of lyrium, working up it, her lets out a low moan. ]
Jove. [It's whispered, heady and wanton, with almost a touch of reverence. ]
[By the time she reaches his chest, her nerves are buzzing and she has the distinct feeling that every hair on her body is standing straight up and she's shivering a little, but it's more from his tone than the lyrium.]
I have to say, tasting lyrium off you is much better than tasting it from a bottle in the middle of a fight.
[That's an understatement, and she reaches up to grasp the back of his neck and pull him down to kiss her while she uses her other hand to finally get her breast band off. There's far too many clothes in the way, but she's still struggling with trying to make this go at a reasonable, safe pace. As much as she wants him, she wants Fenris to be happy after this is finished, with no guilt. No painful memories of a time when someone touched him with cruelty and selfishness. All she wants when they're finished is to know that for once, finally, he's been shown what real love is supposed to feel like.]
[Because, oh, he plans to do this so many more times. He'll never get tired of it. He returns that kiss, deepening it. He's so used to quick, reckless tumbles, that taking it slow is hard, but he's at least vaguely aware that he needs to try. That this is important.
All the same, he feels some payback is needed for the lyrium licking. Fairs fair. So, smirking a little into the kiss, he moves one hand between them, cupping a breast, his thumb grazing over a nipple - slowly and deliberately. ]
[She moans softly against his lips, breaking the kiss just long enough to gasp his name before she takes a page out of his book and kisses along his jaw, finds the lyrium under his ear and nips there lightly.]
[Jove hisses and arches towards him, grabbing at the back of his head when she feels his teeth on her. That was entirely unexpected, but the briefest flash of pain has the pleasure she's been feeling up to then stand out even more brightly.
Which is, honestly, a double edged sword.]
If you keep doing things like that, though, I'm going to forget about the whole taking our time thing...
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Something tells her he won't mind, though.]
I'm happy to hear you say it.
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I felt it was past time.
[That's a little muffled, but he doesn't care. He pulls back only enough to capture her lips in a kiss. Deep and hungry, an overflow of far too many feelings to deal with in words. ]
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They've kissed passionately before, but never like this. Never with an air of desperation, and it's too easy now to lose herself in it. It feels natural to tangle her fingers in his hair and kiss him back with just as much heat, just as much need.]
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He deepens the kiss, tongue running across her lips, requesting entrance. ]
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She's imagined this, almost exactly this. His hands on her as they kissed like they would die if they didn't, but it's so much more than she could have hoped for when she can still hear the tone of his voice when he told her he loved her.]
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When he breaks off the kiss for air, trying to catch his breath again, he settles for trailing kisses along her jaw. ]
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But now she lets her hands play where they want, where she can reach as he brushes kisses against her skin.]
You remember what I told you when this started, don't you? You set the pace, Fenris. If there's something you want, you just have to tell me.
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When he speaks, one hand moves to cup her cheek. ]
I want you, amatus.
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That's lucky then. You'll have me for as long as you want me, ma sa'lath.
[Her one love, in a language of a people he isn't entirely fond of. But it's who she is, it's all she has to give back in terms of endearments. She turns her head to kiss his palm, as gentle as possible against the lines of lyrium there.]
Do you intend to have me here in your lap, or can we make it to the bed?
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But Jove has changed things, if only a little. She's taught him that there are Dalish worthy of respect, those that don't live their lives in fairytales, those that strive for a better tomorrow regardless of the wolves of their past. His lips turn into a smile, a the name, at the knowledge of what it means. That he loves, that he is loved. It's more than he could ever dream of.]
I believe we might just make it.
[With the slightest of smirks, he shifts his legs from under him. One hand goes to Jove's rear, the other her back, supporting her as he pushes himself to his feet. For someone used to carting around greatswords bigger and heavier than himself, Jove is relative light. He moves to kiss her again, as he moves in the general direction of the bed. He's pretty sure the bed is that way, anyway. ]
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She isn't expecting him to lift her up though, and she gasps and grabs for his shoulders to keep from slipping, legs wrapping around his waist. With his hand on her ass and their hips so close, there's no denying not only how close they finally are to this or just how much they both want it, and the surprised gasp quickly blends into a low moan.]
Fenris...
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[She sounds a little breathless as she says it, bringing a hand up to the back of his head to encourage him to go on doing exactly what he's doing. She wants to reach for his clothes and help him get them off, but even now that they've both agreed to this, now that it's coming from a place of love and not just infatuation or pure lust, he should still be the one to offer those things.
She can reach for the zipper on the front of her flight suit and pull that down, though. One good thing about this place is the zippers make for easy removal of clothing when you need it most.]
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Meanwhile, he allows his kisses to move back, from her jaw, down her throat, following the trail of her body that her open zipper has left for him, skirting down to kiss and nip at her collarbone. ]
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She's not particularly worried at the moment either, not with Fenris' teeth catching on her skin like that. She hisses and arches into it even as she pulls at him to get him closer, hands finally slipping up the bottom of his shirt now that he's gone and shown her it's alright. Her fingers brush over his skin lightly, teasing, finding the lines of lyrium and tracing them to his sides.]
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He lets out a low groan, almost buckling as her fingers trace the lyrium. It's not a noise of pain, far from it. His muscles tense under her hands, his own working to remove that breast band.]
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[She'll never get tired of saying his name in the same way she'll never tire of his noises, the raw need of them. There's still a glimmer of hope of this going slowly, but perhaps after the clothes come off, because with him fighting to get her uncovered and her doing the same, there's really no hope of slowing down until there's much more skin exposed.
She pulls her hands away from him long enough to get them out of the sleeves of the suit, but they go right back under his shirt so she can feel him again. The lyrium tingles, but only faintly, and his skin feels hot and smooth between the lines. She traces that now, pushing the fabric up to get a better look at him.]
Take this off, would you? We're about to be a little unbalanced here.
[Because her breast band really isn't going to hold up much longer under his diligent fingers.]
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He sits back a little, offering a lopsided smirk, pulling his shirt off him, discarding it to one side. He's never really ashamed of the markings, it would be foolish to be, they certainly do continue their pattern along his chest. Almost Dalish, but not at the same time. ]
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It's good to know you're aware how attractive you are. Don't gloat or anything.
[The markings are familiar in a way, either because of her connection to lyrium or because of the way the twist along his skin like her vallaslin on her face, but comparing the two feels odd. Still, he's all but showing off for her and she has no desire to leave him hanging.
She takes hold of his hips to keep him still and leans in, pressing absent kisses to his unmarked skin first. She watches his face as she goes, but once she reaches the line of lyrium that ends just above his navel, the tactic changes. Now she drags her tongue up that bisects his torso, starting from the bottom point and only breaking the line to pay him back for those little nipping kisses he had been so fond of giving her earlier.]
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[His muscles twitch and spasm at her kisses, his breath coming out in short gasps, fingers switching between gently grasping her hair and resting on her back. When her tongue reaches the line of lyrium, working up it, her lets out a low moan. ]
Jove. [It's whispered, heady and wanton, with almost a touch of reverence. ]
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I have to say, tasting lyrium off you is much better than tasting it from a bottle in the middle of a fight.
[That's an understatement, and she reaches up to grasp the back of his neck and pull him down to kiss her while she uses her other hand to finally get her breast band off. There's far too many clothes in the way, but she's still struggling with trying to make this go at a reasonable, safe pace. As much as she wants him, she wants Fenris to be happy after this is finished, with no guilt. No painful memories of a time when someone touched him with cruelty and selfishness. All she wants when they're finished is to know that for once, finally, he's been shown what real love is supposed to feel like.]
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[Because, oh, he plans to do this so many more times. He'll never get tired of it. He returns that kiss, deepening it. He's so used to quick, reckless tumbles, that taking it slow is hard, but he's at least vaguely aware that he needs to try. That this is important.
All the same, he feels some payback is needed for the lyrium licking. Fairs fair. So, smirking a little into the kiss, he moves one hand between them, cupping a breast, his thumb grazing over a nipple - slowly and deliberately. ]
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You don't have to be that gentle.
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If that is what you wish.
[He drops his head, trailing kisses down to her breasts, before very slowly and deliberately rolling his teeth over a nipple. ]
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Which is, honestly, a double edged sword.]
If you keep doing things like that, though, I'm going to forget about the whole taking our time thing...
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