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#21
Aerion couldn’t quite say he was a fan of the ‘keeping quiet’ option. Especially since he had absolutely every intention of keeping her very satisfied. Being vocal was par for the course, as far as he was concerned. His eyes looked towards hers as her lips settled against his fingertips, and he couldn’t help but smile. It was a good reminder to slow down, one that he rather pointedly needed. As much as he wanted to linger on the thought that he might not ever be able to see her properly again, he didn’t want to. He wanted to take advantage of the rush surging through him and show her the joy he felt right then. He didn’t want to worry her any further than he already had.

Shifting his hands, he brought hers to his chest, settling them on his own collar of his shirt, just under his own cloak. ”You’re in charge,” Aerion said simply before leaning in and kissing her tenderly, his arms slipping around her waist as he did. Slowly. He had to remember to take things slowly... It was a battle his mind was going to be waging with his body throughout the evening.
 

Mysaria Grivia

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She closed her eyes when he kissed her again, his words taking a moment to settle in her mind. Her fingers traced over his collar, wishing for a moment that the shirt was much like the one that he had worn to their first dinner together. Buttons would have been nice, and she could have worked slowly on them, taking in the feel of his skin as she did so. This unfortunately was not the case.

Her hands made a steady course downward, making sure to take extra care to feel him through the thin cloth. She was in control, he said. That empowered her a bit, took off some of the edge she was feeling. She had made her decision, and she would follow through. She would overcome that fear that wanted to threaten her in the back of her mind. She was in control; that’s all she had to remember.

She broke the kiss, but kept her face close to his, nuzzling against his cheek before kissing along his jawline. She should probably say something, but she didn’t want to talk. She just wanted to feel. Hands tugged at the bottom of his shirt, pulling it free from where it was tucked in. Those same hands moved under the freed cloth to feel the definition of his abdomen. She let out a sound not quite unlike a purr at the edge of his jaw as her hands crept upward in the same path that they had moved down. Slow, steady as if she was trying to learn the lines and curves of his body. She could and would be patient with this, unless she felt she was causing him too much of a strain. The heat was already pooling in her, wanting to feel more of his touch, but this was as much a healing experience as it was a moment to share between them.
 

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#23
A soft growl escaped him as her hands ducked under his shirt to rest on his abdomen. The feel of her fingers running along his skin made him shiver, and it had absolutely nothing to do with the cold. His hands moved along her waist to her back, his fingers splayed on her back, wishing he could feel her own skin just then.

The feel of her nuzzling against his jawline just made him ache for it more. Carefully, his fingers started to move against the ties on her sides, trying not to growl in frustration when he couldn’t seem to get them to come undone. As much as he wanted to just rip the cords, he didn’t dare. He wasn’t that far gone that he wanted to tear off her clothing.

Yet anyway.

But the way her hands seemed to be tracing the deep scars that were on his chest upwards to his chest, he couldn’t resist the booming growl that escaped him. He had a feeling his mind wasn’t going to stay in control for very long at this rate. He doubled his efforts to begin undoing the ties to her robes, finally making some headway as he tugged at the knots enough to loosen them. Finally, he got them loose enough that his own hands slipped under her blouse. It was with a considerable amount of restraint that he did not move straight up to her own chest. Instead, he mirrored her initial actions, moving along the bare skin of her curves, his fingers and palms easily covering her sides when he spread them out against her. She felt incredible and he barely had his hands on her.

Finally, his mind reminded him of what he had seen weeks ago; the vision that had initially caused him to force down the feelings that were now resurging quickly within him. He simply couldn’t resist them any longer. As his hands slowly made their way upwards, he found his hands moving up along her ribs, his palms resting just under her breasts. Drawing in an unsteady breath, he braced himself for a possible negative reaction as he moved his thumbs to lightly stroke the underside of her breasts through the breastband gently.
 

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The growls that came from him excited her all the more, even as they shot a little bit of fear through her. It wasn’t deadly fear, but that surge of exhilaration of the unknown. He had had infinite patience with her, but this was moving to a place where maybe his patience would give. Part of her wanted that from him, but there was still the scared woman deep inside her afraid of what that could become. If it was too much for her, would he stop? Would she even tell him if she wanted to? And why was she even worrying about this right now, because it was obvious how her body was responding that she really didn’t want to stop.

He fought with the ties on her robes, her lips curving into a smile at his neck before pressing against skin. The robes were easy for her to get on and tied, something she had become used to in her time as a mage, but they seemed to be a daunting task to him. She could feel him fumbling with the ties, but before she could offer him a useful piece of advice he finally got them loose and undone. She purred against his neck, and then her breath hitched at the feel of his hands on her skin. Slightly chilled from the air, and calloused, rough. It sent another shiver through her, and shot more warmth to the core of her. He mimicked her own movements, and she wondered if his fingers could feel the etching of scars that covered her skin. She almost wished he would trace them, as if the act could erase them.

Her hands were not stationary, still moving over his skin, fingers moving over the scars as if fascinated by them. It was like she was trying to discern each ones story just by touch, to find a way to erase any pain that remained from them. When his thumbs hit the underside of her breasts, her legs trembled and she let out a whimper that was not at all bad. Her chest rose from a deep inhalation of air, and it was as if she wanted to press her breasts closer to his hands. Her fingers curled against his skin, fingernails scraping even as her hands trembled. Her forehead pressed to his shoulder, and she wanted to beg him. Wanted to beg for him to continue that course, because she needed it, needed him. “Please.” It was a soft statement, without the deferment of begging but the urgency of desire.
 

Aerion Hunter

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#25
The soft sounds she released, the whimpers and catching of her breath, the sound of her practically purring like a kitten succeeded only in encouraging him further. Not that he needed too much more. But it was the sound of her voice that got to him. It was confirming the desire that his nose was telling him all about. A low growl escaped him in acknowledgement, and he began to lower himself down to the ground. Not wanting to lay her on the dirt, he sat and pulled her down onto his lap, his back against the stump he had been sitting on earlier. Carefully, he settled her so she sat with her legs to the sides of his. Looking at her attire, he began to lower the robes from her shoulders, lowering them down her arms with his fingertips. As he did, he leaned forward, kissing her shoulders gently through the shirt she wore beneath it. With her robes down to her waist, he began to tug at her shirt.

He forced himself to go slowly, giving her every opportunity to stop him if she so wished to, his hands slid up her sides, pulling the shirt up with him. ”Undo your cloak for me, Aria,” he said softly, his eyes looking towards hers. In the moonlight, he couldn’t quite find them, but he knew where they were. He heard the clasp unlatch and he pulled the shirt up over her head. Feeling her shiver slightly, he reached out for the cloak and clasped it back over her shoulders, settling it against her skin. It took him a few moments, but once it was back in place, he gave her a shy smile. The last thing he wanted was to make her uncomfortable.

But soon his attention had returned to the moment at hand, and his fingers began to wander along her skin. It wasn’t long before they found something that was all too familiar to him: scars. But his scars were nothing like hers. His were random, but while deep, they were sporadic in comparison. Hers were many smaller, shallower cuts. Some must have been remnants of what didn’t heal, others probably not healed in time to fade away completely. While his fingers momentarily hesitated, it wasn’t because of her, it was because he had to fight back the rising urge to run off and kill the man with his bare hands then and there.

A low possessive growl escaped him, and he didn’t hesitate any further in leaning forward, his hands moving her to back to hold her in place. His face buried in her chest, he began to nuzzle his nose against her skin, tenderly kissing each and every scar he came to, starting from her jawline and moving down her body to the swelling of her breasts that showed over the breastband.

He dropped a kiss on the valley between her breasts before drawing his head away just enough to bring his hands up to the back of the band, raising his head up towards hers in quiet permission to continue.
 

Mysaria Grivia

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She closed her eyes when he moved them both, taking them from standing to sitting. Her robes were roomy enough that it was easy to get her legs into the position he wanted. The cloak unsnapped easily enough and she let it pool behind her. Her eyes opened as he pulled her shirt up and over her head, arms raising at his bidding. The cold air whipped over her, and she shivered. It was not lost on her that he had noticed, especially when he brought the cloak back up to her shoulders. She had a feeling her own cloak and his would be their only shield against the frigid air soon.

She could not help but look down and watch as his hands exploring, her breathing soft if not erratic. What would he make of the scars that were now exposed. There was a fear of rejection suddenly, no matter how silly it might have been, and it amplified when he hesitated with his movements. Her eyes cast up to meet his, trying to see into him, to see his thoughts. Then he growled again, a sound becoming familiar to her, the fear of it slowly receding away. Instead, it added to the thrill of this. She was fascinated at how much of what he had been remained, and still made him the gentle man she had come to... that she had come to love.

The emotion of that made her throat close, and a burning hit her eyes. She could lose him, so quickly after realizing this. Could she survive that? She didn’t know, but she would not let it stop her from this. This moment that she had craved and been afraid of, it was needed for them both before that final trial that could take him away.

When his head came to her chest, the tender touch was almost too much. His breath warm against her chilled skin, she let out a soft shuddering sigh amazed at the contrast. Her hands moved to the back of his neck, fingers winding gently in his hair as his lips continued their course. She could feel his hands moving up her back, and she knew what would come next. There was a little surprise in her gaze when he looked up at her. He was still looking for permission, and somehow it made her heart swell even more. She dipped her head down, kissing him deep, yet gentle. She hoped that was all the encouragement he needed.
 

Aerion Hunter

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#27
The possessive grip in his hair sent him rumbling again, and his eyes went a little unfocused as they looked up at her, as if lost in thought. For a fleeting moment, he was in another place, with another woman, and she was about to bite down on his shoulder in a sign of possessiveness and marking him as her own. But when he felt Mysaria’s lips against his, his rumbling calmed and the tension in his shoulders eased... although he was still all too tempted to lean in and make his own mark on her now bare shoulder. He brought a hand up along her spine to the back of her neck lightly, gripping her own hair and tilting her head back a bit to kiss under her jawline. His lips lingered, nipping lightly at her skin before releasing his hold on her, fighting his urge; instead he made his way back to her chest. His hands worked at the fastenings behind her and soon was able to toss it aside.

He couldn’t quite hide the faint smile that crossed his lips. After that day at the training yard, he had to admit he had thought about them more than once, and they were quite perkier than he expected. Noticing her natural reaction to the sudden chill on her skin, he brought his hands around and gently cupped her breasts in his palms, finding them the perfect fit for his hands. Gently, he began to stroke his fingers along her skin, playing with them teasingly, drawing back enough to circle the peaks of her breasts for a few moments. He leaned up and forward to capture her lips hungrily before his fingertips closed around her nipples, giving them a gentle squeeze to gauge their sensitivity.
 

Mysaria Grivia

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This felt like a dream really, like one of the multitude of visions she had had of this possible encounter. As afraid of it as she had been, her mind had conjured plenty fantastical scenarios involving him with much less clothing than he currently had on. The chill of the breeze that whipped around them set off goosebumps on her skin again, and she let out a soft sigh as his fingers gripped at her hair. Lips like fire moved over her neck, the gentle scraping of teeth made her let out a soft whimper that almost demanded more from him. Her head tilted to one side, eyes casting down at him as she felt his hands move down her back, undoing the final obstacle covering her chest.

Another moment of uncertainty filled her when the bit of clothing fell away, and she shivered again more from this slight fear than the cold that was trying to make itself known. That fear once again was unfounded as the smile crossed his face and she wondered if she was just being silly altogether in being self conscious, for he seemed to be enjoying her form even with the scars marring her skin. She did not expect her own bodies reaction at his touch. Large hands cupped the weight of her breasts easily and another soft whimper escaped her. Her hands gripped at his shoulders now, tense, and she squirmed in his lap. It wasn’t an action of escape, instead it was her body trying to act as it saw appropriate.

Then his lips met hers again, a deep searching kiss even as he toyed with the sensitive peaks of her breasts. She could not control the moan that escaped into his mouth, or the fact she suddenly felt feverish. She wanted to feel more of him, and her hands moved over his shoulders, seeking out the clasp of his cloak. Fingers trembled, but they found their target and even as they kissed she was pushing the cloth back. Her hips shifted forward towards him, and she wondered at the reaction she was having, how her body seemed to move on its own. She began pulling at his shirt, wanting it off of him as well, wanting to feel skin to skin almost desperately.
 

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He felt her pulling at his shirt and a soft whine escaped him. Suddenly it was his turn to be self conscious, all too aware of the new scars that were present, mental and physical alike. But this was real: this was not an illusion like Dierdre had been mere days ago. An illusion like Mysaria was days ago. She would not hurt him like he had been hurt by her. He reluctantly drew his hands away from her breasts to lift his arms upwards, waiting until the last second to draw his lips from hers. A shudder escaped him as his chest was left exposed to the cold and he looked up at her with a slightly embarrassed look. A hand came up and rested on her heart, slowly tracing her skin before sliding back to her jawline and pulling her in towards him, letting out a moan as their lips met, their bare skin pressing together. Maker, her skin was so soft and warm: she was utterly intoxicating.

His hands traveled back down. His fingers traced along her body, crossing forward and back to her breasts for a few teasing touches. She’d had a positive reaction before and he wanted to see if he could recreate it. Despite the cold, he was in no hurry to speed things up. As far as he was concerned, they had their whole lives in front of them. After the sheer amount of pain they had both been through recently, the least either of them could do was find comfort and pleasure in the other. And Aerion fully intended on pleasing her.

Her wiggling hips finally registered and his hands made their way along her sides to her hips, his palms flattening when he reached them, savoring her lovely curves through the skirt. When she shifted in just the right way on his lap, a low growling moan escaped him and he possessively brought his hands around to grab her ass cheeks, pulling her forward. At that moment, even through the clothes that remained between them, she could feel the reaction that was building up within him. Maker knew it was getting harder and harder for him to think anymore with her so close to him.
 

Mysaria Grivia

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The shirt was tossed aside without a thought really, concern over the condition of their attire had gone out the window. Her hands found their way to his chest, tracing over those lines she had earlier, only this time she could see as well as feel. The familiar scars were there, along with some new. It made her frown for a moment, but then he was pulling her into a kiss and his moan made her feel like she was melting. Hips shifted again, a slow rhythmic pulsing of need now. She had meant to bring his cloak back up as well, but that thought had been lost as even now his hands began to wander again.

She couldn’t help but squirm, or the noises that escaped her. She felt almost animal like this, as if most of her logical sensibilities were being lost. One thing she was sure of, she wanted this, and in wanting this the fear of it had almost been washed away. He was not Julian. He was this delightful man who had come into her life and made it better. A light. Her chest tightened, and she pushed the darker thoughts away. Not now. This wouldn’t be tainted by worry.

She was startled by his low growl, and it was followed by her own yelp as he grabbed her and shifted her hips forward against him. Her fingers curled against his skin, short nails scraping, as she felt exactly what was waiting for her between the barriers that still remained between them. Instead of shying away, her hips started that slow rock again. Her head tilted back and to the side, eyes closing for a moment as she savored the slight bit of friction. Her hands wander down his torso, one resting on his hip while the other moved further down, brushing over the hardness growing between them. Her eyes opened, blue and piercing, even as her head was still tilted to the side. He had tested her reactions, now was her time to test his.
 

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Maker, the rocking was going to drive him mad. He felt the scraping against his skin and let out a gutteral groan as he held her against him, lightly matching her movements with slight shifts of his own. Her fingers were almost ticklish as they moved down his torso, but when one stopped at the other kept going, Aerion gasped audibly as her fingers directly stroked over his length. His grip on her cheeks tightened reflexively, and he found himself putting a gentle pressure against the tree trunk as he leaned back to give her more room to play with.

It wasn’t long before the material of his pants started to make things very uncomfortable and a soft canine sounding whine escaped him. Reluctantly releasing her ass, his hands moved to his waist, undoing the buckle and ties that held them on his hips. Leaning forward, he pressed his lips against her, moving her hands to his hips. ”Pull,” he got out with a heavy breath, wrapping one arm around her waist while pushing himself upwards with the other. There was no way he was going to have her stand up and make them part from one another for a silly thing like removing his pants.

Once freed of his pants and undergarments, he settled back down on the cloak that now lay forgotten on the ground, drawing her back to the same position as before. His eyes shut briefly and he leaned forward to nip at the skin of her neck lightly, moving up towards and then along her jawline even as he pressed his far less restrained self against her once again.
 

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For a long moment she was fascinated with the feel of him, fingers applied gentle pressure to the ridge underneath the cloth. His tightening grip on her made her squeak, but she grinned as her eyes met his. There was a little bit of power in this, and it was easy to see with the reactions he was giving her. It wasn’t long before he devised a plan to get rid of the material that was beginning to look uncomfortably tight.

She couldn’t help the giggle that escaped her at his quiet command. Things got awkward for a moment as she pushed his pants down away from his hips, but there was something in the way that he held her up that made her tremble a little. His strength amazed her, and it wasn’t just the physical. Sure he had been downtrodden after what had happened in Lothering, but he was coming through it. It showed how strong he was. He had endured a lot, as had she. Another parallel between them.

She was pulled from her thoughts when he settled her back into his lap, and she looked down. Her eyes went wide a moment, and then looked back up at his face. Instead of saying anything, she leaned forward, catching his lips with hers again. Her hand returned to what it had been doing before they removed the thin barrier. Only this time her fingers gripped around his length, as her hips rocked forward. It would not do to have such a magnificent thing ruined by the cold air, and she did her best to make sure everything was staying nice and warm.
 
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