#unpolished and shot out like Emman did

[maskedsins]

@defortemp you know what this is continued from

Finding herself in his chambers had been nearly half a miracle.

Ever since that encounter with him, blade to fist, then his arms around her, Emmanellain could not escape her thoughts. Strange to have anything aside from the goal of strength at hand, her body had taken to instead grounding itself into shards against the training dummies and enemies outside the borders of Ishgard. Bloodied, bruised, every time she would come back to spend a little time with the youngest Fortemps, just able to jest and relish in his company.

It had been many, many moons after that, when she had returned to Ishgard from her excursion to the other shard, his company yearned for beyond the kisses they had shared before her departure. Her intent had been alike any other time to spend with him, breaking down the walls that she threw up to keep herself from divulging any weakness before anyway, but impassionate kisses gave way to carnal desires, the very fiber of her being missing him. His touch, his breath, everything that made Emman exactly why he was.

And she burned for more, needed to feel skin to skin.

His shyness had never bothered her beyond the walls of the chamber, but now, exposed and prostrated before him, her own well of anxiety began to rise in her stomach. All until finally, his name left her lips alongside the reassurances that broke down both of their insecurities.

A pain, but not like any other. It felt pleasant, sending warmth throughout her system, his name uttered once more, a rising passion mounting into something unfamiliar that she wished to grasp at. Koya whimpered, every ilm of strength leaving her to swell in this feeling he gave her, he could have done anything he wished and she would have accepted without complaint. “E-emman…!”

Her trill cut short with his sudden pull away from her, the heat increasing inside of her suddenly vanishing and replaced with the sticky shot upon her thigh. Surprise illuminated her face as he seemed to wish to clean it, did what he could, then flopped beside her, the humiliation exuding off his form.

She barely had enough time to fully access what had happened, and when it finally clicked, her rosy cheeks turned brighter.

Pulling up a stray sheet to cover her aroused state, her frame shifted onto the side, staring at Emman as he continued to mumble his apologies into the pillow. Embarrassment tugged at her to simply vanish from the room and go expend the excess energy upon a training dummy, but rather she kept her place. Lifting a hand to grab a fist full of the cushion and lift it from his features, her pale blue eyes were direct upon him before shifting away nervously.

���Shut up.” It didn’t have the hard edge to it, almost reassuring in a way as she nestled herself closer, throwing the pillow up further on the bed above their heads so he would not be able to easily reach immediately. Lips came to press against his cheek as she kept her gaze trained away from him, almost uncertain of what else to do. To say.

Words were never the strong suite for either of them.

“I don’t…know much about all of this shit, but…I doubt this was fuckin’ right.” She breathed out, pursing her lips briefly before shifting her eyes to finally look at him. “But…right before, well, th-that. It felt nice, and I don’t know what fuckin’ happened but…” Oh, this was incredibly difficult, each word tossing in her head as she tried to figure out some semblance of what to make of their minute love making that had occurred.

Could it even be called that for what had just happened?

“But you apologizin’ isn’t goin’ to fix that. What fuckin’ happened? Did you feel hurt, or…?” Shaking her head, the loose violet tresses scattered across the bed as she brought her hand down to brush calloused fingers against the skin of his shoulders. “Did I do somethin’ wrong to make you nearly leap the fuck off of me?”