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Well, no...

[She continues to stare up at him even after the kiss, incredulous.]

Are you saying you want something actually romantic?

...Is that so strange, coming from me?

[ It comes out mildly defensive, with a frown, but he isn't angry. ]

No, but... did-- did I miss the memo?

[Bewilderment. Does he really view it as romantic? All the while, she's been busy telling herself it really is just lust and impulse for people they can't have, but... did he end up deciding differently?

Oh, hell. But if he thinks she doesn't feel that way, he might--]

I-- I just didn't want to presume! I mean, why would you want something like that if it felt fake, right?

[ He glances aside. It's chilly but her hand has warmed him enough that he isn't inclined to pull away. ]

The reason I initially warned you away from falling in love with me is because if you had pursued me in earnest, I would not have been able to help myself. I am not...immune to things like love, Irhya. I don't fear it being false or not reciprocated. I fear the end of it. I fear the inevitable point where you die and I'm left alone. Again.

[Oh, gods damn it. He's even admitting it. Now she's in real trouble, because neither can she. Her ears twitch upward.]

But we talked about it, didn't we? It's not like this is any mortal romance where they have kids and settle down, for either of us. Even if you were mortal, or I immortal, it wouldn't be possible.

...But I can still love you, even if we can't have those things. Knowing the truth of everything, and that this is fleeting... I still made that choice. I... I guess I just didn't want to fall too far and get smacked with that cold, hard reality again.

[ His expression falls a little - although not because of anything she says. ]

I don't expect anything so ridiculous as a family. Not from you nor anyone else. In the end, all these romances amount to little more than a temporary distraction from an otherwise tedious eternity.

That does not make what I feel any less real. But you have merely to say the word and I will forget such notions. I am content enough to warm your bed when you desire it.

...I don't want you to forget.

[Said in a very small voice, like she's afraid speaking too loud will break the layer of tension over them.]

I'm not just using you as a bed partner. I...

[She pulls her gaze up to his, even though it's a struggle to do so.]

I love you, too.

[ His expression softens. He caresses her face, holding her gaze, before leaning in to gently kiss her. One couldn't really ask for a better setting to confess such feelings - even if it was entirely unintended to linger past the sun setting. ]

...A towel on a rock isn't the most comfortable of beds, but I would still have you, Irhya.

[Irhya makes a pleased noise, laughing softly at the mild gripe. She'll get him into an actual bed at some point, but for now...]

Please.

[It's all she needs to say, her hands smoothing down the sides of his back. She'll regret it later when she's aching, sure, but the warm memory will surely be worth the pain.]

[ Without another word, he leads her over and helps her lie back on the rock. It isn't comfortable for either of them; she has to mind her back and he has to mind his knees on the sharper edges as he leans over her. Reaching between her legs, he gently begins to arouse her whilst leaning down to nip at her throat. ]

[Irhya arches up into the touch, making affirming little noises at him. She works hard to try and meet him halfway, getting herself heated up in the process.]

You know... you have the nicest hands... and your shoulders are lovely, too...

[ His mouth twitches. He wishes he could take that as the compliment it's meant to be, but the fact is that these hands aren't truly his but that of Solus zos Galvus. ]

Hmm, but who taught me how to pleasure a woman? That was you, I believe.

[ He could have the nicest hands in all the shards and it would mean nothing if he didn't know how gentle to be. ]

[Recognizing his reaction, she quickly realizes her mistake, having let herself slip. Irhya sucks a breath in.]

Ah-- sorry. I'm already kind of screwing this up...

[Though, to be fair, if he were anyone other than an Ascian, perhaps he would've found it a nice compliment. But she had to go for the one she couldn't keep in the long run. Her head rolls to the side; it figures that the one time it counts...]

It's true, though. You have gotten really good at it.

[ His eyes drop to the side. His fingers move away, but only so he can shift his weight more comfortably on the rock. He goes back to pleasuring her soon enough. ]

...If Hythlodaeus can find aught to admire in my current body, I...suppose I can accept others' compliments as well. I can hardly remember what I once looked like after all. There is little point mourning a body I lost so long ago.

Well... even if it has no bearing on your identity now, you still shaped the vessel. And it is still a reflection of you in some manner, right? Just not as closely linked to your sense of self as it is for mortal beings.

[Irhya sighs, though it's a response to his fingers more than anything.]

But the soul is more attractive to you overall, isn't it? Perhaps yours is different than it used to be, but I don't need purity to determine if someone is worth sticking with.

[It's the sort of thing she would like said to her, she thinks. Even if there are things he does that she doesn't, cannot agree with...

Things that are useless to dwell upon here, though. She smiles up at him, smoothing one hand over his shoulder towards his back.]

What do you see in mine, I wonder...?

[ Talk like this is definitely better suited to more comfortable surroundings. He almost moves to teleport then both home, only to remember he can't here.

Exhaling, he presses his lips to her throat. ]

It isn't that I find the soul alone attractive, [ he says quietly. ] It is that I found yours particularly-- nostalgic. You were, after all, a friend a long, long time ago... One I parted on ill terms with.

If you were to ask me what I think of your physical body... [ He takes a moment to pull back and hungrily run his eyes over her. ] Besides the scars of battle, there is naught for anyone to complain about. Your skin is supple, your figure, a testament to the gruelling work you put yourself through. Even if I weren't fond of you, Irhya, you are beautiful - and I dearly wish to have you for myself.

[A sound emerges from her throat, halfway between embarrassed and unexpected. Perhaps it isn't difficult to make her melt, but it means a lot coming from him. Even if he sees someone else when he looks at her soul -- wouldn't she, if she remembered what he does?]

Never thought I'd get so sentimental about compliments... but here we are.

[Irhya flexes her midsection, exhaling with a smile.]

Well... here's your chance. Think I'm all set.

[ He kisses her briefly. Then shifts to press the tip of his cock against her labia. He eases in through the slick passage, one steadying hand at her hip, until he's fully sheathed. Though blood is suddenly pounding in his ears and he aches to take her now, he waits a moment for her to adjust.

Then he starts to rock into her, building a rhythm that steadily grows quicker as they both warm. ]

[Being completely covered by him is always nice, but she's always eager to give back somehow. Struck with a sudden, irresistible urge to bite, Irhya lifts her back and crosses the short distance to drag the flats of her teeth gently along his shoulder, using her remaining hand to pleasure herself. One knee pushes at his waist, coming just short of wrapping her whole leg around it and changing the pressure on her pelvic floor as they move.]

[ He sucks in a sharp breath. ] Harder, [ he groans. ]

[ His shoulders begin to ache from the weight he's placing on them as he thrusts into her. It's unspeakably uncomfortable having to fuck on this unforgiving rock and that dampens some of the enjoyment of it. But if he shuts his eyes and listens to the way she breathes, focuses on the way she moves, he can conjure up whatever fantasy he likes. ]

Ah--

[What started as a light nip turns into a fully-fledged bite as she sinks teeth into his skin, moving towards his throat. Her breath can be felt on the bruise afterward, coming quick and hot. One of her hands finds his and attempts to slip under his palm with her fingers, trying to weave them together with his.]

Don't stop...

[ His fingers curl around hers, gripping tightly. He bucks harder for the bite, muffling his gasp against her shoulder. She feels so warm, so tight as she flexes into and against him. It's almost like the time she once ordered him to rut without coming into her, except there is no magical geas to stop him now. ]

Irhya...

[ He's completely forgotten about where they are. All that matters is her pleasure - and his own. ]

[She makes a sincere, heartfelt sound when he calls her name, the thrill starting to build. Her back is starting to hurt, one particular point jutting up into her quite noticeably, but it's easy to lose track of it when he's going at it in such earnest. So much so that she wonders, somewhere beyond herself, if it's more for her or for himself that he does this.

It is a comfort, though, to be covered and filled by him, and so she flexes once more, letting out a harsh breath as she does.]

Haah--

[Just a little closer...]

[ Past the discomfort, past the strain in his calves and niggling pain of his knee, his climax builds quickly. He runs his lips blindly over her skin, panting with each exertion. ]

Ah-- ahh--!

[ He releases with a shudder, her name on his lips. Pleasure washes over him in warm waves, allowing him to briefly forget the chilly sea air blowing over his back. ]

[The pads of her fingers drag at his back as the pleasure builds to a tipping point, pulling his body to hers with as much force as she can manage. It seldom takes much more than the sensation of him losing it to drive her over the edge as well, and this time is no exception; as her muscles convulse around him, legs lifted delicately and back arched upward.

In the last gasps of her orgasm, she is shaking. A combination of the cold, the strain, and something else, she's sure.]

Hades...

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