#wtf is a smooth brush?!

[quinowskie]

"...Friends are like one soul in two bodies."

Manga-style illust for the final chapter of my fanfic, By Dusk! Check it out if ur interested :3 I made another illustration for the rooftop scene but I don't like it as much as I like this one 💔 eat up!

[r3dblccd]

I was today's years old when I discover the magic of acrylic markers

[hoshifighting]

      minghao + telepathic sex

— you give a try to the soulmate meditation, finding minghao inside the meditation, the barista that you meet everyday before work.

WARNINGS: +18, smut, spiritual setting, another dimension experience, mentions of aura (minghao's aura), destinity, soulmates plot, fingering, doubled sensations, mentions of fluids (oil, cum/precum).

[my spiritualist ass needed to write something like this]

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

you’re sitting on your bed, lights off, laptop open, the screen way too bright in the dark room. your friend’s words still echoing in your head, “just try it, y/n. i swear, it’ll change your life.��� and you rolled your eyes so hard when she said it, the thought of meditating to a youtube video making you scoff. but now, after a brutal day at work, your head spinning with numbers, deadlines, and your boss breathing down your neck, you figured what the hell. couldn’t be worse than staring at the ceiling and drowning in your thoughts all night, right?

so, here you are, headphones on, listening to this soft, whispery voice telling you to breathe in through your nose, out through your mouth. you do it, even though it feels a bit stupid. the voice is saying something about connecting with your inner self or some other woo-woo shit, and you kind of tune it out, focusing more on the slow inhale, exhale.

but then, something shifts. like, for real. your body feels lighter, like you're floating, and your limbs start tingling. your brain’s screaming okay, this is weird, stop, but your body’s already in, pulled deeper into whatever this trance is. it’s like you blink, and suddenly, you're not in your room anymore. everything is... different.

it’s not dark, not light, just this weird in-between, and there’s this warm glow in front of you. the air smells different too, fresh and kind of sweet, like those damn essential oils your friend swears by. it feels real, but not? you glance down at yourself, and yep, still you. but your feet are moving like you’re not the one telling them to, dragging you closer to this light.

and then you see him.

at first, it’s just a silhouette. a tall, lean figure surrounded by this soft, white aura. your heart does that thing where it skips a beat—because, like, wtf is happening—but you keep moving. something about him pulls you in, despite the knot twisting in your gut.

as you get closer, you can see him more clearly. his hair’s a soft, burnt orange, strands almost glowing like they’re lit from within. the kind of hair you’d probably spend hours trying to replicate at the salon, but never really get right. and his face... god, his face. sharp, but soft in all the right places. it’s minghao. minghao? of all people? the dude you’ve seen in the cafeteria, that does your ''the usual'' everyday before work?

you freeze. not because you’re scared—well, maybe a little—but more because what the actual hell. is this meditation or did you fall asleep and end up in some kind of fever dream?

“you good?” his voice cuts through the fog, smooth, with that laid-back vibe he always carries. he’s looking right at you now, dark eyes catching yours, like he’s not even fazed by the fact that you just appeared out of nowhere.

you blink. “uh... what is this?”

he laughs, low and lazy, like you’re the one who’s being weird. “soulmate meditation, right?”

you feel your face heat up. oh, fuck no. “don’t tell me you watch those too.”

you stand there, still not quite sure if you’re dreaming or if this is actually happening, when minghao steps even closer. his energy is calm but intense at the same time, and it’s making your body buzz, like the air between you is charged with something you don’t understand. you can feel your feet getting heavier, like the ground itself is trying to pull you down, almost glitching beneath you.

minghao shrugs, the motion casual, like none of this is a big deal. “i don’t need to,” he says softly, not looking at you but feeling everything. his fingers brush against yours, and it’s such a light touch, but it sends sparks up your arm. “you can feel it, can’t you?”

you don’t answer, too caught up in the dimension. it’s like your body knows more than your brain does, and suddenly, you’re aware of every sensation, every beat of your heart, every breath.

“don’t freak out,” he murmurs, his hand sliding into yours fully now. “it’s just the energy here. you’re fine.”

yeah, right, you think. totally fine. but the way his hand fits around yours, it’s like he’s grounding you, keeping you from slipping through the cracks in reality.

“relax,” he whispers, his thumb stroking your palm lightly. “relax your shoulders, your jaw... even your eyebrows. you’re holding everything so tight.”

his touch is steady, calming, and without even realizing it, your shoulders start to drop, your jaw unclenches, and the tension in your forehead eases.

you huff, rolling your eyes, but you do it anyway, letting out a long breath. “i didn’t even know i was that tense.”

minghao chuckles, the sound easy, and you can feel it in your chest. “i could tell. your body’s giving you away.”

you shoot him a glare, but there’s no bite to it, not really.

but he’s right. you’re so damn tense, always are. work, life, all of it piles up until your body’s like a coiled spring, and he noticed on the cafeteria, he did, and here, same thing, and you don’t even notice it anymore. but here, with him, it’s like all of that just melts away. you don’t even know how it’s possible, but you feel... lighter. freer.

he tilts his head, eyes locking with yours, and there’s something in the way he’s looking at you that makes your stomach flip. “you know,” he starts, his voice dropping to a soft murmur, “there’s a better way to relax... here too”

your breath catches in your throat, he’s not just talking about meditation anymore—no, there’s a shift in the air, something heavier tugging at your sacral chackra.

“oh yeah?” you ask, your voice coming out a little breathless, even though you try to play it cool. “and what’s that?”

minghao’s smile is slow, he leans in, close enough that his breath brushes your skin, his body lightweight, moving like an angel. “you’ll feel it. just... let go.”

you don’t even have time to respond before his lips are on yours, soft and dense, and everything around you dissolves. the world, this dimension, the ground beneath your feet—it all fades until there’s nothing but him, his mouth, his hands, the heat radiating from his body.

and it’s not just a kiss. no, it’s like every sensation is magnified, doubled, like your nerves are on fire. his hand slides up your arm, leaving a trail of warmth, and when his fingers dig into your waist, you gasp into his mouth, clutching at his shoulders because suddenly, you’re not sure if your legs are going to hold you up.

he pulls back just enough to murmur against your lips, “see? just like that. relax.”

your brain’s spinning, but your body’s already giving in, sinking into the feeling of his touch, the heat building between you. you’ve never felt anything like this—like your body is hypersensitive.

minghao’s hands are everywhere now, sliding down your sides, gripping your hips, pulling you closer until there’s no space left between you. you’re pressed against him, and the way his body feels, hard and warm against yours, only makes the tension inside you snap, releasing in waves of need.

his mouth moves to your neck, lips trailing down, sucking lightly, and your head falls back, a soft moan slipping out before you can stop it. it’s like every touch is amplified, like your body is more in tune with his than it’s ever been with anyone else.

“you’re doing good,” he murmurs against your skin, voice low and breathy. “just let go.”

and you do. fuck, you do. your hands tangle in his hair, pulling him closer as his mouth works its way down your throat. the heat between your legs is building, and it’s so intense, like nothing you’ve felt before. everything’s heightened—the way his fingers dig into your skin, the way his breath feels against your neck, the way his body presses against yours.

his hands slide lower, gripping your ass and pulling you flush against him. you can feel him hard against your thigh, and a low groan escapes him as he grinds against you. making you call for him.

he cuts you off with another kiss, this one rougher, more desperate, and you can feel the need radiating off of him in spirals. it’s like the air between you is droning, the energy from before now crackling with something more carnal, mundane, something that’s pulling you both under.

“you want this?” he asks, his eyes dark and filled with warmth as he pulls back just enough to look at you.

you don’t even hesitate. “yes.”

everything’s blurred, time slipping away as the two of you become a mess of tangled limbs, moans, and desperate touches. and fuck, it feels good.

you don’t even remember how it happened—one second, you were both tangled in each other, grinding and gasping like it was the only thing keeping you alive, and then, somehow, without even realizing, you were both naked—were you naked form the very beginning?

skin against skin, slick and slippery with something that felt almost like oil, but thicker, warmer, making your bodies glide against each other with every touch. you couldn’t even focus, too caught up in the way minghao’s mouth latched onto your nipple, sucking slow, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud.

his teeth grazed lightly over your nipple, and you gasped, back arching up, pressing yourself harder against his mouth. your hand was wrapped around his cock, your fingers curling around the thick, bulbous head, and the way he twitched in your grip made your own heat pool between your legs, soaking your thighs in a way that felt obscene.

he moved lower, trailing kisses down your stomach. you could feel every inch of him, the warmth of his breath, the slickness of your own sweat mixing with whatever was coating your bodies, making each touch feel like it was magnified, like it was burning into your skin.

“this... feels insane,” you whispered, your voice trembling, not just from the pleasure but from vibrations. every sound, every moan, every gasp echoed in the strange, otherworldly space you were in, bouncing off the walls—or maybe it was just the ground? you weren’t sure anymore. the whole place felt like it was vibrating, like your moans were traveling through the very air, rippling through the dimensions and coming back to you in curls. it was dizzying, overwhelming, and it made the heat between your legs pulse harder.

his fingers slid down between your thighs, finding your clit with a kind of confidence that made your head spin, like he belonged his, like he knew everything. his touch was light at first, just barely grazing the swollen bud, but still made you shake like he’d shocked you. your hips bucked instinctively, chasing the friction, and minghao’s breath hitched, a soft chuckle escaping him as his fingers pressed down a little harder.

“relax,” he whispered, guiding your hips down, his other hand gripping your waist, “you’re so tense. just let me do it.”

his fingers circled your clit in slow, teasing motions, not enough to send you over the edge but enough to make you ache, the need building inside of you until it felt like you were going to burst. every flick of his fingers made your whole body shudder, the sound of your slick echoing in the space around you, loud and obscene, like the wet slap of your skin against his was the only thing that mattered.

“fuck, minghao,” you moaned, your voice coming out in a broken gasp, the sound vibrating through the air, making everything feel more intense. the ground beneath you seemed to pulse with the rhythm of your bodies, every sound amplified, the wetness of your slick mixing with his groans, creating this heated, filthy symphony of pleasure.

“good girl,” he muttered, voice low and rough, fingers sliding lower to tease at your entrance before plunging inside. you cried out, the feeling so intense it almost knocked the breath from your lungs. his fingers stretched you, curling just right, finding that spot inside of you that made your legs tremble.

the sensation was heightened, doubled somehow, like you could feel every single ridge of his fingers inside of you, the way they twisted and stroked, pulling moans from your lips like he was playing an instrument. “just like that,” he breathed, his voice guiding you, his other hand sliding up to cup your breast, thumb brushing over your other nipple. “relax into it. let go.”

you did. you let go of everything—the stress, the tension, the worries. it all melted away under the touch of his hands, the press of his body against yours, the sound of your wet skin slapping together. he was moving faster now, his fingers thrusting inside of you with a steady rhythm, and you could feel your orgasm building, that tight coil in your stomach winding tighter and tighter.

“minghao—i’m close, i-i can feel it, oh my god!” you gasped, your hips moving on their own, grinding against his hand, desperate for release.

he smirked, leaning down to press his lips to your ear. “come for me. let it all go.”

coil snapped, and your orgasm ripped through you, so intense that you screamed, the sound echoing in the space around you, bouncing back at you like a thousand voices crying out in unison.

your whole body shook, and you could feel minghao’s fingers still working inside of you, drawing out every last bit of your orgasm, coaxing it from you until you were a quivering body.

the sounds of your slick, of his hand sliding against your skin, filled the space, amplified by whatever dimension you were in. it was all so wet, so filthy, and yet it felt like everything you needed, everything you’d been holding in for so long.

when it was over, you collapsed back against the ground—if it was ground at all—your body boneless, your mind hazy with the aura of your orgasm. minghao pulled his fingers out of you slowly, carefully, and you could feel the wetness dripping down your thighs, soaking into whatever surface you were on.

he laid down beside you, pulling you close, and you could feel his warmth, his steady breathing, his presence grounding you again. your body felt heavy, but not in a bad way—it was the kind of heaviness that comes with complete release, with finally letting go of everything.

“how do you feel?” minghao asked softly, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your skin.

you smiled, eyes already drooping closed, exhaustion pulling you under. “better. so much better.”

he chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, making your view blur a little. “good. now sleep.”

and you did, falling into a deep, dreamless slumber, your body completely relaxed, every bit of tension gone. all that was left was minghao’s warmth, his soft breathing, and the sound of your own heartbeat slowing as you drifted off into the most peaceful sleep you’d ever had.

— // next morning // —

you stumble into the cafeteria, still buzzing from whatever the hell last night was. it’s like you can’t shake the feeling, like it’s clinging to your skin, still there in the way your body feels light but also charged with something—missing something? your head’s all over the place, replaying those moments from the trance, that other dimension—or whatever the hell you wanna call it. but you need coffee, you’re exhausted, barely slept after the... experience, and you’re kinda hoping a caffeine hit will bring you back to reality.

and that’s when you see him. minghao. standing right at the counter like he always does, casual as anything. except something inside you twists the second your eyes land on him. it’s like your body knows before your brain does, the way your stomach flips, the way your breath catches. no. no way. he can’t know, right? you try to shake the thought, telling yourself it was just a dream or something. maybe your imagination is screwing with you, making you see connections that aren’t there.

but then he glances up, meeting your eyes for a split second before he looks back down at the coffee machine. “the usual?” he asks before you even have a chance to say anything, like he already knew.

your heart skips a beat, but you try to play it cool. “yeah... thanks,” you mutter, hoping your voice doesn’t sound as shaky as it feels.

while you’re waiting, you can’t help but sneak glances at him. he’s just standing there, doing his thing, but every now and then, his eyes flicker up to you, just for a second, like he’s watching you too. and it’s making you paranoid, like he knows. like he was there. but that’s impossible, right?

the coffee’s ready in no time, and you step up to grab it. your hand curls around the cup, but just as you’re about to lift it, minghao’s hand comes down too, his fingers brushing over yours. the touch makes you freeze, way too similar to the way his fingers had felt last night, the way he had— okay okay, calm down.

“you look well-rested,” he says, voice low, hardly audible over the hum of the cafeteria. his thumb strokes the back of your hand, subtly. “i hope it helped... relaxing like that.”

your heart slams in your chest, and for a second, you freeze. you can’t even speak, your mind going blank as his words hit you. he knows. there’s no way he doesn’t know. the way he said it, the look in his eyes—it’s like he’s toying with you, like he’s waiting for you to admit it.

your mouth opens, but nothing comes out. your eyes are wide, staring at him in shock, and minghao’s smirk widens just a little, like he’s enjoying the way you’re reacting.

then, without breaking eye contact, he adds, “are you gonna meet me again?” minghao asks, his voice dropping even lower, his lips quirking into a knowing smirk. “there… or maybe here?” he points to the counter, as if meanings, real life.

you can feel the heat creeping up your neck, your mind still spinning from everything. he knows. he fucking knows. and the way he’s looking at you right now, there’s no mistaking it.

you swallow hard, trying to compose yourself, but all you can manage is a small nod. minghao just chuckles softly, his fingers giving yours a little squeeze before he finally lets go of the cup. “good. i’ll see you soon then.”

[arminsumi]

may i request Getou with a clingy reader? Has her on his lap, cradling her, playing with her hair while she naps on him? Playing with his hands just generally almost starstruck by him🙇

I lloovvvve your writing sm 💕💕

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A/N: aaa thank you sugarplum!! hope i delivered eheh i'm still getting used to writing for Sugie <3

Pairing: GETO Suguru x reader

Summary: Geto absolutely indulges in your clinginess 🫠💕

Warnings; nicknames (baby)

— While he's cooking in the kitchen, you float over to him and wrap your arms around his midriff, earning a tender smile from his lips. A moment later, he's grabbing under your thighs and hoisting you up onto the kitchen countertop to give you the kisses you cravingly asked for.

"Baby needs so much love, huh?" he smirks into the kiss, flustering you. "Nah-ah, stay right there. Let me love you."

— He absolutely notices when you stare. "Mesmerized by something?" he teases, "Ah, I'm just teasing, baby. I don't mind if you stare." he winks.

"C'mere, you can get a closer look if you're on my lap." he teases again, chuckling when you don't hesitate to perch yourself on his lap. You can feel how muscular his thighs are, and his arms too, as he engulfs you with a strong embrace and practically cradles you on his lap.

— "You're the sweetest thing." he murmurs into your hair when you fall asleep laid on his chest.

😔 he's texting Satoru about how cute you are (and Satoru is being dramatic like omg I'm your best friend is she stealing u away wtf)

— You're adoringly staring at him while he indulges in his hobby of sketching landscapes. He's so focused that he doesn't brush his strands of hair out of his face; they dangle there distractingly, so you tuck them behind his ear yourself.

His reaction catches you off guard; he comes in for a thankful peck at your cheek. "Thanks angel." he murmurs. "Come closer, put your head on my shoulder." he commands softly, as if he read your mind.

You don't hesitate to place your head there, watching intently as his pencil strokes across the paper.

— Feeling over his smooth hands 🥺 his hands are so smooth and soft you just like touching them, drifting your fingertips across them, toying with his fingers.

He doesn't mind at all, munching on food and reading through emails (rifling through Satoru's spam). Morning light fills your shared apartment.

Eyes still glued to the screen, he feeds you a little bit of whatever he's eating.

"Careful, it's really hot." he says, and blows on it for you before you can, then delivers it right into your mouth.

— He's a tired boy, often laying on his bed with that dazed look of sleep deprivation. You lurk for a while before crawling onto his bed, curling up unannounced on his chest.

Eyes closed, he automatically brings his hand to caress your shoulder while you lay there, snuggling into his chest as if you want to get under his skin to be as close as possible.

— "Can I tie your hair up?" you ask. He happily lets you, "Mhm, you do it better than me, after all." he replies, lowering himself so you can reach. Taking his hair into your hands and brushing it, tying it up into whatever style suits the day; a little ponytail? A little bun? Maybe a half-up, half-down look. He knows that's your favorite, so he picks that one.

"You're so gentle." he compliments, giving you a peck after you've put his hair up. "Thanks love."

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

Okay for another rec. I know you are busy but I need to send you this before I forget it in like 20 minutes

Tangerine x reader smut and fluff?

You work with the Twins and over time you and tangerine develop a FWB sort of agreement. That is after missions and assignments you two always end up in a safe house where you blow some off some steam and come down from whatever hell you just went through.

After one smutty unwinding sesh, you can tell tangerine is still tense but exhausted. So without words you arrange yourself on one side of the bed and guise his heavy body to lie on you for a cuddle, you show him that it’s okay to be the little soon. You gently run you fingers through his hair and calm him down more eventually falling asleep. From then on, it’s rare and he won’t say it out loud but you know when he needs to to be held.

Im a sucker when guys are never used to that type of comfort. Never knew they can be the little spoon, or your weighted blanket. Like they are touch starved so when you show them that affection they are like WTF?! but melt into it.

frickin love LOVE love fics like this omg!! he so deserves it. thanks for requesting, hope you like it💌

GIVE IN TO IT.

tangerine x implied fem!reader — fluff/ comfort

word count. 453

summary. he’s not used to being the one to receive affections, so you take it upon yourself to change that after noticing he looks down (paraphrasing from the ask)

Tangerine is very rarely the kind of guy that’s open about the way he feels, about what is actually going on in his head. He often brushes off concerns and questions, dismissing any kind worry as he felt it wasn’t worth the hassle.

You learnt rather quickly through your no strings attached agreement, that he’s almost reluctant about being the one to receive love and care, and that he’d much prefer being the one to give. And though you both promised nothing else would come of this situation – that it would strictly remain physical, you couldn’t help but want to be the reason to let down his guard. To let him absorb that love he ever so clearly needs.

Safe houses after missions were the prime spot in which you’d both let off some steam – delve into your purely physical relationship. 

But tonight, you could tell something was different with Tangerine.

After you both finished, he wasn’t like his usual self: he didn’t bring you in for a cuddle, he didn’t jump at the offer to clean you up, he didn’t paw at your hips – begging you to stay in his room for the night. He kind of just layed there, catching his breath, absentmindedly staring at the ceiling above.

It was a worrying sight really, and it wasn’t something you felt equipped to deal with. You’ve never had a chance to learn how to combat it before.

You knew he was tired, exhausted even. He looked as if something was weighing him down, like something was on his mind.

And so, you scooch into his side, slipping an arm under his neck – like you were repositioning him, silently instructing him to turn into you. At first, he’s rigid, almost reluctant to cave in. 

But when you hum softly, it only gives him that push he needs to give into the touch. He rolls over so he’s on his belly, half of his weight resting on your side – the other half on the mattress, his arm draping across your middle.

You envelop your arm around his head, palm soft and gentle as it grazes over his hair, like the act was solely to soothe him. You other wraps around his back, stroking up and down his smooth, bare back, following the curve of his spine.

He sighs faintly at the touch, a gentle blissed exhale telling you it was what he needed. He just needed to be held, even if he didn’t know it himself.

And as you lovingly stroke him to sleep, soothing and calming and winding him down – you knew you had just passed a line. Past a point of no return in your sexual agreement. 

Clearly, this was something more.       

[fillinforlater]

Minju invites you inside her place to have sex. Would you rather watch her undress while following her to the bedroom or undress her yourself?

Undress Under duress

Male Reader x Kim Minju

Length: 2876 words

Tags: teasing, undressing, outfit change, dirty talk, clothed sex, touching and feeling yourself, watch don't touch torture, rough sex, quick sex, standing sex, from behind, hair pulling, self-indulgence, creampie, Minju is the hottest thing ever, literally the sun can't compare, cursing, teased!you

Inspiration: apart from ask, mostly just the outfits and Minju being so damn hot that I can't help myself

(A/N: Lol that was so easy to write wtf. Yes, I'm working on other stuff, especially the 69th idol story, but those take a lot longer than a quick Minju smut.)

“Hey~”

“Hi~”

Terrible flirtatious greetings often lead to rejection and a bit more tequila in your veins. But not tonight. Tonight it leads to horny giggles by you and the girl that just opened the door for you. The two of you met last night at the most cliche college party you have ever been to. A cliche party deserves some cliche pickup lines, you told yourself, and dropped one after the other until this gorgeous girl gave you her number.

“You look good, standing in this door frame,” you slowly hum, and reach for the top of said frame and lean on it with stretched arms, “but I bet you look better laying in bed.”

She giggles again, bright teeth shine through an even brighter smile. She is one hell of a catch. It’s incredible that she fell for lines like this, in all honesty, you didn’t even try, it just rolled off your tongue. 

“You want to find out?” she asks and you scan her outfit one final time: the baby blue denim of tight jeans is a perfect tease to hide what you assume are amazing legs. Her fuzzy long-sleeve crop-top looks perfect to tear off of her torso and reveal her collarbone and breasts. The fact that she is not wearing shoes makes it even hotter somehow.

“You don’t have to ask twice.”

Enter the small apartment. It's really not that special, minimal decorations, the typical college student chaos of textbooks and papers, an old couch in the corner. The only thing that catches your attention is a large mirror opposite of said couch. It hides the entire wall, floor to ceiling, thus making the room appear much larger than it actually is.

“Sorry, I didn’t find time to clean properly,” the girl says, her back turned to you for a second. You immediately take this opportunity to hug her from behind, arms firmly wrapped around her small waist and wide hips. 

“Don’t worry, Minju, I like dirty things~” you say and place a peck on her cheek. She brushes her hair to the side to give you easy access to her smooth neck, but before you can suck on the skin, she invites you into her mouth. 

The taste of juicy mango on light pink lips is a welcome surprise, so you attack her mouth further with your tongue until you find a quick, thrilling rhythm in which your tongues swirl. Saliva is exchanged, heartbeat increased and your fingers already fiddle with the top button of her pale blue jeans.

“Ha, stop,” Minju moans and reaches for your invading hand. “Sit down. I want to give you a show.”

“Oh, wow, I did not expect this. Alright then.”

You take a seat on the couch opposite of the mirror. Luckily, you don’t have to look at your flushed, horny face for long, as Minju steps in front of it and starts to play with her hair. Her pointers twirl the chestnut colored strands. She pulls the curls that form, making her hair bounce, all the while smiling widely and narrowing her fuck-me eyes.

Suddenly, her hands jump to her collar. Minju makes sure you are attentive, that every ounce of your attention is filled with her every movement, before she gradually moves her hands downwards. They glide through the fuzzy fluff of her white crop top, moving slightly up to pass over her mounds, but they never halt. 

Minju's insane lack of speed makes you shift forward in your seat. You want to, you need to jump up and grab that stupid white piece of clothing and tear it off. But the young woman just smiles seductively and shakes her head. Her hands continue their slow journey, over her toned abs, that beautiful navel until she finally tugs down her jeans a bit.

The first button pops free. That’s it. She doesn’t drag the denim down, doesn’t remove the prison of her legs. Only a slight tug and you see the hem of her what appears to be black lace panties. Your mind begins to melt. You grab the rest of the sofa, squeeze it, almost break it. It’s all right in front of you, but yet so far away.

“You like it~?” Minju teases with a husky whisper.

“Fuck, you’re such a tease,” you respond, eager to see what happens next.

You did not expect Minju to turn around. Sure, her back looks good, at least the parts you can see, but it’d look a lot better if you were railing her from behind, without the stupid crop top in the—

One pull and the crop top flies open. You couldn’t see how Minju did it, but by quickly adjusting your posture, you see in the mirror the reflection of her upper body. A black lace bra, very expensive and luxurious looking, covers her modest breasts. When she gets rid of the crop top all together, you drool at the sight of flawless skin on her collarbone, shoulder, arms.

“Minju, fuck.”

“You haven’t seen anything yet.”

With that said, Minju takes a step backwards, away from the mirror, towards you. Her rear end is still covered by the tight pants, but when you hear her zipper, a rush of hormones and adrenaline engulfs you. Both her hands are at her hips, slowly creeping into the jeans and guiding them down as she bends over. More and more of the hem of her panties is visible, yet she still keeps her ass hidden. God, so close, you want it so much, you are ready to fall on your knees and beg. 

Minju catches your gaze through the mirror. She winks and puts out her tongue to taunt you, the deeply breathing, incredibly horny guy a meter away from her butt. Even though she could drag this torture out forever (and frankly, you would sit there and drool forever), she pulls back her tongue and bites her lip.

The firm skin of her cute ass comes into view. A black thong runs in between the well-formed cheeks. Minju lets the pants rest right underneath her butt and straightens her posture. A tiny shimmy, the cheeks begin to wiggle lightly. You are out of breath.

“I know it’s not the biggest, but it seems you like small butts,” she giggles and continues to let her pants fall in short hops. Her meaty, perfectly formed, round thighs make your heart flutter to an extreme you could not have dreamed of. For some reason, the finish was too fast. You can’t just jump up and fuck her now, but it’s exactly what you still desperately desire.

“You are such a slutty tease. I’ll fuck you so hard—”

“This was only part one,” Minju says. Her laughter rings through the apartment as she jogs out of the room. 

Minju returns shortly after with a completely different outfit. A simple pink dress with tiny gems spread all over it in simple patterns. The marvelous, mouth watering width of her hips is accentuated perfectly and invokes a want in you, a want to cum inside her. Not only cum inside, but also hold her hips while doing it and feeling her womanhood suck you dry. 

“What do you think of it?” she asks and turns around once.

“It’s good, good, but for fucks sake, I want it on the ground,” you grunt. 

“Do you know why I like black thongs the most?” Minju asks, completely ignoring your response. Her eyes have this gleam of unbridled sex, as if nothing else mattered now, just raw, primal sex. But yet she still seems cool, unaffected, the lust is not overtaking her.

“No clue.”

“Because you can’t see how wet I am.”

With that said, she grabs the hem of the dress and gently lifts it up an inch. Your orbs widen and focus on her gap. Sure, she might show more of her delicious thighs, but you want to finally see her pussy. You expect her to pull up a bit more, but instead, she moves her fingers to the sides and sways the dress as if it were a skirt waving in the summer breeze. Her cute giggle would fill your heart if you weren’t so damn blinded by how much you hate her tease. 

You hate the way your perfectly fitting pants become uncomfortable  to wear. You despise the fact that your boxers are ruined by a stain of precum already. You can’t deal with her delighted mood, not at all innocent, but also not uncontrollably horny. Minju is in control, and for some reason, through all your hate, you fucking love it.

“Minju, please,” you squeeze out through gritted teeth.

“Please what~?”

“Please… pull the damn dress up.”

She laughs. “But only because you asked so nicely.”

The pink cotton moves up to reveal her midriff and crotch, the former bare, toned and beautiful, the latter only covered by a thin, ornate thong. It’s sexy beyond belief, but the black barrier still blocks your view of what you imagine is a shaved, wet pussy.

“Fuck,” you gasp.

“You want more?” Minju whispers, the bunched up dress firmly in her hands, ready to give you more—or is it just another tease?

“Yes!”

Minju raises an eyebrow at your lackluster answer. “Yes what?”

“Yes, please. Please, Minju!”

“There you go,” she bluntly says and easily pulls the dress over her head, then lets it fall out of her relaxing hand. Tension visibly leaves her entire body, she relishes in your gaze as it wanders up to her bare tits. They are a bit smaller than you assumed after seeing the bra, but your monkey brain wants to reach for them, pinch the hard nipples, and suck on them with reckless roughness. They are perfect, flawless, if you actually think about it. 

“I can’t hold it anymore, I need you now.” 

The words come from your mouth quickly. You stand up, hands already tearing open your pants, but Minju is a bit quicker. She places her hand on your heaving chest. In her deepest, most seductive tone yet she strikes you an offer that cracks the foundations of your imaginations.

“Before you go at me, hear me out. Either you can stay here, suck my tits the entire night and fuck me once with one of your stupid condoms.

“Or you can sit down again, watch the final show, and I’ll let you do anything to me. You can let all of your frustrations out, fuck me senseless with your hard cock. I don’t care if I can’t walk or talk anymore, I don’t care if I leak your fucking cum all over the apartment. Yes, you can even do it raw.”

You struggle to pull your pants back together. Your cock was almost free, now it’s not only getting blocked by clothes and the short distance between it and Minju’s cunt, but also Minju’s insane offer. Her hand is still on your chest, applying a small bit of pressure. You let yourself succumb to it rather than the spontaneous lust. Fall back into the couch and simply nod. 

“I think I know the answer.”

Minju winks and sneaks out of the room slowly, her hips swaying to the point where your head just sways along with them. This time, she stays out for longer, but what even is the time you have to wait in light of what is to come afterwards? Even if she walks out wearing an entire hanbok, you’d wait for her to finish this torturous game, undressing each layer of the excessively large dress.

“What do you think of this~?” the brunette moans as she enters. Your jaw drops and your eyes become unfocused. Minju hit another spot.

“Fuck,” you repeat your new found mantra at the sight of Minju doing gradual body rolls in her final outfit, another crop top and hotpants, both come with a catch. 

The crop top is black but slightly see through, to the point where you can make out that she is not wearing a bra. The gray hot pants are frayed at the edges, to the point where you doubt they cover her full. As Minju continues her little dance, you catch glimpses of what is below those pants. Nothing. No thong, no panties, just her juicy pussy lips. 

She is skilled however. You can never get a satisfying look at her entrance. These milliseconds are just another way to tease you. The way her hips move, Minju makes sure to not give you enough, to make you more addicted to the drug that is her body. You’re about to burst, in more ways than one.

“You’re doing fantastic,” Minju says and makes her hands go down her waving body, over breasts, abs, thighs, you know the drill. “I’ll give you a look.”

This time, no button is popped open. Minju wiggles the tight gray denim down until it’s loose enough. She drops it to her knees in one motion. Her pussy is finally exposed, free of any teasing blockades. It’s even prettier than you imagined. Smooth, shaven skin around it, pink labia, cute hidden clit. 

“Do you like it?”

Nod.

“Do you want it?”

Nod, nod, nod, a million times.

“Then what do you say?”

“Please~ oh my God, please, Minju!”

Your desperate, pleading shout makes Minju stick out her tongue as she gives tiny rubs to her more than wet clit.

“Come and get it.”

Jump up, pin Minju to the mirror. Your cock spring free on its own—nah, she was helping, but what’s the difference really? To her audible surprise, you don’t kiss Minju or remove her clothes. Instead, you pull her hot pants back up and tear them open. They are unusable in public now, but they are more than useful for what you’re going to do with her. 

“Hey, those were my favorites!” Minju protests.

“I don’t care,” you growl and lift her left leg up.

“You better don’t care. Use me like a fucking sex doll. No more hesitation.”

“You’re one to talk, teasing slut.”

Align your cock with her entrance. Hot and wet, like your tip already is.

“Fuck, I’ll probably cum immediately. Shit,” you curse and feel like hitting yourself for this lack of self-control.

“No problem,” Minju responds, needily, holding onto your nape, “I’ll make sure to keep your cock warm and clean it so you can repeatedly fuck me. 

“Also, I’m going to cum too.”

Piston your entire dick into her with one thrust. She pulls you in at your nape, you pull at her back. The two of you let all of your emotions out in screams and growls, before grunting and moaning when you start to fuck her against the mirror. It rattles each time you force Minju’s butt against it with your pelvis. 

You lose your mind to the pressure on your shaft. Minju’s pussy was loose, easy to penetrate at first, but now her walls grind all around your cock. Things get even better when the young woman cums with an erotic, feminine moan. Her cunt milks you, it’s ripple and hotness too much to handle. After mere seconds you burst.

Engage in a torrid make out session as you flood Minju’s tightness with your seed. The teasing session had the same effect as edging. You blast and blast and blast, huge, thick spurts of cum until Minju disconnects her lips to let both of you breathe. 

“Fuck, keep it in me. I’ll keep it war—”

“Shut up, slut.”

Your blunt response is followed by an even blunter action. Pull out of Minju and spin her around. With a lewd squelching sound, a considerable amount of your baby batter falls onto the floor before you can plug the hole again. She gasps in shock as you pin her body between you and the cold mirror. 

“You’re not going to give me commands,” you grunt into her ear and start to pump your spent, still hard cock into her leaking cunt. Eager to feel all of you, Minju presses her ass backwards until your pelvises meet. Get a handful of her hair while you take her from behind.

“Fuck, that’s the spirit,” Minju babbles through her drooling mouth. You firmly grab her hip to make the fucking easier. Your eyes go to the mirror. The reflection is not embarrassing to you anymore, you feel fucking feral at the sight of two bodies in their prime fucking. 

Minju must think the same thing. She can’t stop gawking at her own image, feeling herself, her body getting plowed. This self-indulgence, this arrogance she possesses makes you livid. She only wants to be looked at, her moves, her teases. She acts like you’re not there—although your cock reaches her womb and hits her cervix again and again. 

You increase the pace and press her stupidly gorgeous face against the mirror.

“You like your face, slut?”

“Hm~”

“Then make out with it.”

And as Minju closes her eyes and slobbers all over the hot image of herself, you don’t hesitate to slap her hourglass figure to make sure she remembers you. You are there, you were there—and you’re gonna stay for a bit longer, always cumming into Minju’s cunt.

[myfanfic-urfantrash]

i am back with a wholesome scenario for our boys! (shoutout to my bestie for helping me with this)

so we know that scent glands and biting bond marks can help alphas calm down, yeah? well, i think they also have little fidgets that they do if they feel too overwhelmed/stressed to bite or scent (nobody did this right?)

i think jing yuan and blade would be the types to stare at their partner’s hand bc they want it in their hair or to mess with their mate’s rings/jewelry, 100% can see jy as the one who hides in the crook of your neck or between your shoulder blades while hugging from behind

welt would keep touching his glasses or twisting his cane in his hand, and would probably want to lay his head in his mate’s lap to get his hair played with

luocha, we genuinely have no ideas for bc he probably would just be like “i want attention bc i don’t feel good” or just would suffer in silence until his scent soured so bad to the point his mate was like “dude wtf happened to you? you were fine like .2 seconds ago”

- messy nest + friendo

These are so cute! Messy nest tell friendo thank you for the ideas too and also welcome to hsr omegaverse hell :Dc

cw: omegaverse

I can't get the image of Blade and Jing Yuan being like "Plz pet" as they stare at their omegas hands!

Blade

Playing with his omegas hands while they sit on his lap or rest beside him. The combined warmth of their hands and the difference in how smooth their hands are compared to his is a nice stress reliever. He'll also do it slowly taking in each segment of their hands and following veins and or life lines of their palm.

If they wear any jewelry on their hands or wrists he's fiddling with it, spinning them around, gently tugging it.

Would like his omegas hands in his hair if he's going through a pretty rough time as his hands aching but he still wants some stimulation. Head massages are a definite yes, he might even purr quietly.

Jing Yuan

Uses his omega's lap the most out of any of them he loves how comfortable they are as he rests his head. Enjoys having them comb through his hair with their fingers or brush it for him, puts him to sleep every time. Scratch his scalp and he'll melt.

Definitely buries his face in between their shoulder blades as he uses them as his personal teddy bear. Though it's not as much as it would be if he had his face in their chest he can hear their heart and their breathing which soothes him.

If his omega has any jewelry on them, earrings, rings, necklaces, you name it he's playing with it between his fingers. Loves to gift them jewelry that has varying textures and moveable parts for this purpose, besides knowing it'll look great on his omega of course.

Welt

Another who likes to have his hair played with and rest his head on his omega's lap. Open to head massages and scratches, either will do but massages are best on the days he's got a headache.

Runs his hands over textured surfaces with dips and groves like his cane. Might even begin twirling a pen if he's got one or fiddling with the edges of any book he's reading for stimulation. Adjusts his glasses multiple times and even takes them off to clean invisible dust from them just so he has an excuse to mess with them even more.

Out of all of them he's the one who asks his omega for comfort only after trying to soothe himself first. Though his omega may figure out he needs comfort after seeing him adjust his glasses for the 5th time in 3 minutes.

Luocha

Doesn't want to bother his omega to comfort him as he's more used to looking after them rather than being looked after himself. Will try to resolve his discomfort by himself or keep it bottled up. His omega will be shocked when they catch his scent souring though so he let's them know pretty quickly after that.

It takes a bit of time but eventually he learns to be more open with his needs and let's his omega know, should they not be busy of course, that he needs some comfort. His omega is very willing to being used as a pillow by him or even hold him rather than be held.

Being held by his omega is a great source of comfort for him, if they brush through is hair during it it'll soothe him even more. He'll bury his face in their neck or chest and just listen to their rhythm.

[makoodles]

I’m back with more angst

Tsu’tey was a strong man. And he knew that. He knew that he was one of the strongest warriors the Omatikaya had, alongside Jake Sully.

Yet his strong heart would always melt around you. It wouldn’t take more than a simple touch, a gentle caress to his face.

It didn’t take him more than that to start purring and leaning into your small pale little human hands.

He liked laying beside you, with his tail wrapped around some part of your body. He liked how cold you could feel sometimes, your hands like the River. He always felt as if it was his duty to keep your perfect little self warm, fed, and taken care of. Mans was a service kinda guy.

It certainly surprised him when he had adopted the small human child called Spider with his little mate. And what was even more surprising to him was just how small it was.

With time, Spider grew. Tsu’tey found it odd how you didn’t.

But he paid little mind to it, all he wanted was to kiss you and hold you and keep you close. And all he wanted was to keep his little Spider safe, strong and healthy.

Despite all that he ignored, you kept getting older. And so did Spider.

Soon, Spider didn’t have that small odd squeaky voice, but a deep and strong voice.

And you? You’re hands were shaky and weak, your smooth face riddled with wrinkles. Your once strong taught body started to grow weaker, and your skin seemed to hang, as if it was heavy.

Now, Tsu’tey was around ninety.

And so we’re you.

He did not like how his heart felt when he felt you go cold in his sleep.

He did not like that your body did not move anymore.

He did not like how your eyes would not open in the morning.

Perhaps you were just very tired, he thought.

So he let you sleep. He went about his duties all day, thinking to himself that you were still sleeping. All you needed was some time to wake up.

He helped his now older son with his duties. Spider was getting wrinkly and weak too.

When he had come home that night to see you still sleeping, he grit his teeth and seeked out Jake.

Jake used to be a human, perhaps he would know why you slept for so long.

“Tsu’tey, brother…” Said Jake, and he felt Neytiris hand grab his shoulder. In what? He thought. Sympathy?

“She is gone.” He heard the gentle voice of Neytiri speak, and he could do nothing but shake his head. You were sleeping, not dead. You were very tired and that is all.

He thought he would be fine. He knew he was strong, and his heart would be okay.

That is until he brushed your cold hand and he swore he heard his own heart break.

He did nothing but cry in the arms of both Jake and Neytiri for hours.

After many years his heart healed. He visited your grave every day, talked with you, ate with you; despite knowing you would not reply.

He was not ready to hear about Spider.

He cried and screamed for days, he had lost his son, his last bit of family.

He held the cold body of Spider all day, hoping that he was just sleeping.

After years, he still visit both your graves, talking and eating, until one day, he fell into a deep sleep.

He did not wake.

TONOWARI WHAT IS THISSSSSSS

this is why i don't do angst bro omg i am a MESS rn wtf that last line really punched me right in the face

[blackdollette]

i noticed a lack of kappa content too 🤨 if u r fine with writing kappa just hear me out on this (inspired by my c.ai convo with my own kappa bot)

kappa breaking into some random persons house just to steal but shes a bit of a night owl. he quietly walks to the living room and sees this adorable more than likely rich housewife (so yeah theres a tad bit of cheating.) anyways her husbands out for a few weeks for business and shes in her short satin nightgown, sat on the couch and watching tv. and then she sees the intruder and is like "AHH OMG WTF" (rightfully so coz bro BROKE IN) and hes like "my bad. didnt mean to startle you, doll." (coz hes flirtatious like dat) and he walks over and lifts her up, hand holding her neck tightly and he runs his fingers across her pearls, yanking on the necklace. the pearls dont fall ofc (coz real pearls have knots between each pearl to prevent them falling like that... my great grandma had a lot of jewelry and most were real pearls.) ANYWAYS BACK TO MY POINT !!! her husbands been gone for so long so shes getting a tad aroused and he notices coz he can feel the increase in her pulse and hes like "oh do you enjoy that?" and idk what else coz frankly my c.ai convo is very different from what i wrote

i had this exact same convo on c.ai omgg! i love ur requests sm u dont even understand

"im a little shy standing here in my nightgown." | kappa

playing dangerous. - lana del rey

female!reader x kappa

word count: 632

contents: cheating, home invasion

ps: i have an nsfw fic in my drafts that ive been meaning to get out that would go very well for a part 2 of this. yall should lmk if you wanna see it!

it was a dark and stormy night. Your husband was out of town for a while, which left you all alone in your giant mansion. even though you’d dreamed of living in a mansion since you were small, it got really lonely when there was nobody to share it with.

thunder and lightning bolted outside, making the entire house flicker with light for a fraction of a second. you were flipping through the tv channels, looking for something good to watch. the clock struck midnight, and at the same second, you heard glass in your house breaking.

you felt your heart stop for a moment. you look behind you, your body shaking with fear. all the windows behind you were intact, meaning that the noise came from something else. You tried reassuring yourself by assuming that the sound came from outside, when you felt a firm hand grab your chin.

you slowly turned your head to see the owner of the hand, and your blood ran cold. you screamed and tried to back up a little on the couch when you saw the weapon in his hand. He looks at you, a little smirk on his face. “sorry about that, sugar… i thought that you’d be asleep.” his voice was smooth like honey, making your heart beat a little faster. he started approaching you slowly. 

he smiles, showing his teeth a little. “dont be scared, doll. If you're good for me, then i won't have to hurt you..” he’s standing right in front of you. your body is trembling with fear. that’s when he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. he brought you to a red velvet armchair and seated you on his lap, his eyes travelling down your body in your skimpy little nightgown.

he brought a hand to your neck, looking at the pearl necklace around it. “my, my… isn’t this precious…” he tugged on the necklace, seeing if it would break. he looked into your eyes, which were still fear-filled. “tell me, sugar… do you live here all alone?” his voice turned to a sultry tone. you tried processing what he meant by that, but he wrapped his hand around your neck, making you shiver.

“n-no… i have a husband…” he hums disappointedly at this. “well i dont see him…” you brushed your hair out of your face. “yeah. he travels for work a lot…” he starts cradling you in his arms, lulling you into a sense of comfort. “it gets real lonely here…” you didnt know why you were opening up to him. maybe it was because you knew he could kill you if he wanted to.

his eyes wandered down to your body, fully soaking in the beauty of it in your dark red nightgown. “this is a beautiful little gown…” he said quietly. He carefully ran a hand down your curves, making your body heat up. It had been a while since you’d been touched like this. You hadnt noticed that you were so deprived.

you take a moment to look into his beautiful blue eyes. they look like two cold pieces of ice. but they were sharp like a blade. his hands moved down to your hips, just barely lifting up your nightgown. “a woman as beautiful as you has no right to be all alone…” you feel your body fillign with desire. You had never been so needy before, but you just felt yourself melting into his touch more and more.

“how about i show you a good time tonight, sugar? would you be up to that?” he whispered into your neck, starting to bite it softly. you started thinking about how wrong this was, remembering your promise to always stay loyal to the man you loved, but you decided to let this strange intruder to have his way with you for the night.

author's note: im very tempted to post my other kappa fic, but yall should let me know. thank you so much for the request!!

[latoyalestrange]

how the hl boys would react to their partner having curly hair

ominis, sebastian, and garreth x curlyhair!reader (might add more later)

inspired by a new hufflepuff mc with curly hair. this is also very self-indulgent because i have curly hair lmao. i tried to keep the points specific to curly hair and not just anyone with hair if you know what i mean. hope you enjoy!

ominis

he would 100% smell your hair every time he was near you. he loves the smells of coconut and mango or whatever was in your curl cream.

he wouldn't mind when it would get in his face while you were kissing. it ticked, but that just meant he could tuck it behind your ear, and he knew you liked that.

he would LOVE to detangle your hair after you washed it. in fact, he asks you if he can do it if he knows you doing it yourself.

he wished he could bottle the sounds of contempt coming from you as he gently brushed through your hair, giving you a scalp massage after.

he one time asked you to teach him to braid your hair. it was a learning curve for him, but he loved it.

he was apprehensive at first when you asked him to do a hair mask with you, but he's actually quite fond of them now. he loves how it makes his hair feel, but he mostly likes it because it's an excuse to be close to you.

i feel like he would also constantly be on the lookout for new ingredients that could be good for your hair. he would also go shopping in hogsmeade and look for things for you there, including anything for your hair.

overall, caring for curly hair was entirely new concept for him but he was 100% committed to learning, since he hoped his kids would have curly hair like you.

sebastian

oh how he loooooved playing with your hair

whether you were kissing, or just enjoying the other's company, his hands always found their way into your lush strands, twirling a ringlet in his fingers occasionally.

his favorite part though is how frizzy and adorable it looks after you guys fight a hoard of spiders or inferi or something

he would chuckle and say "you look like a kneazle, love"

"sebastian!" you'd try to smooth it down with your hands, but it didn't work of course

"don't worry, it's adorable"

anne would've already taught him to braid her hair, so he didn't hesitate to help braid yours when you asked him

he liked to add tiny little braids in your hair when you weren't paying attention and when you would find them later in the day you'd be like wtf

he loves your messy buns. its his second favorite look on you. the little coils that escape around your hairline *mwah* chefs kiss he loves them

whats his favorite look you may ask? down. 100%. he loves the way your curls bounce around your face when you turn your head or are walking. he can't help but stare, whether you're walking with him or just passing by.

he'd never admit it, but he didn't hate the fact that he would find your hair on his robes and seemingly everywhere else. every time he would find one, you would pop right back into his head as if you'd never left.

garreth

he wasn't the type to do hair care with you or for you, but he loved giving you scalp massages. this man would take his TIME.

if you had your hair up all day he would move his hands down to your neck and shoulders and massage there too.

even though he didn't know much about hair, he knew he liked watching you do yours. whether you were detangling it or styling it, he thought the face you made when you were concentrated was so fucking cute.

garreth likes it when you have your hair half-up "so he can see your pretty face".

if it started raining while the two of you were outside, he would instantly cover your hair. either with your hood or he would take his off to put on you.

if you were to get your hair done, either curled or straightened, he would obviously compliment you but he would secretly miss your natural curls. so. much.

he doesn't play with your hair as much as sebastian but when the two of you nap together, he lets you lay your head on his chest and he'll play with it to help you get to sleep faster.

when you're on a picnic date, he'll pick little flowers to stick in your hair. sometimes you don't find all of them straight away and a couple fall to the floor the next time you style your hair.

if you forget to wear your bonnet/ don't care to put one on he teases you about your bedhead the next morning. he honestly thinks it adorable though.

reblog if you made it to the end!

[catierambles]

Blood Moon Ch.8

Pairing: Syverson x Annalisa Caulfield (OFC)

Note: sorry mom. (wtf I'm not sorry, it's your fault I'm into this shit)\

WC 1234 (nice)

That night as going to be the roughest, as it was the peak of the full moon and he had no choice but to shift. He couldn't push it away, put it off, either he shifted, or it tore its way out of him. The fever started sometime before sunset, shivers wracking his body even as his temperature skyrocketed. Annalisa held him through his, holding him against her chest as she sat back against the headboard. He gripped her arms with bruising strength, his breathing ragged, sweat beading on his brow.

“Lemme go.” He said, swallowing heavily and she did, watching him get off the bed with pained movements. He fell to his knees with a shout, his back arching and his fingers digging into the carpet.

“Sy!” She exclaimed, getting off the bed.

“Stay back.” He growled, “Don't...don't wanna hurt you.” The change came suddenly after that, his limbs contorting, muscle and bone shifting and sliding. Ragged breaths filled the room when it was over, his body hunched over as he breathed through it. Wiry dark fur covered his skin, thicker on the back and shoulders like a shawl. His build was stronger, shoulders wider, chest more powerful. His basketball shorts managed to survive the transformation, hugging muscular thighs, threatening to burst at the seams as he stood up on digitigrade legs.

“Sy?” She asked and his head whipped around to look at her, piercing blue eyes looking at her from a lupine face. He was very much the “Hollywood wolfman” as he had previously described it. “Kyle?” His nose lifted in the air as he sniffed, taking in a deep breath and huffing it out. He watched her as she approached him carefully, his gaze unblinking. The slight coiling of muscle was her only warning before he swung at her with a snarl, fingers tipped in deadly claws. She ducked, dodging another swipe and turned, running from the room. She could hear him chase after her and she vaulted over the railing, hitting the ground floor in a crouch and taking off towards the back door. Heavy, rhythmic footfalls sounded behind her and she retreated out into the back garden.

A weight hit her back, sending her to the ground with a shout and he laid over her, furred hands curling into the dirt, digging furrows into the grass. A blunt nose moved over her neck, sniffing, the growl making his chest shake.

“Sy?” She asked. His claws made short work of her shirt and she felt his tongue trace up her spine, licking a hot stripe up her skin and making her gasp, another growl shaking his chest.

Mate. The voice was anything but human in her head, though it sounded like his.

“Sy?” She asked again but received no other response. Her sleep pants offered as much resistance as tissue paper and he hauled her hips up, pressing her down into the grass with a hand between her shoulders. She felt his nose brush between her legs right before his tongue swirled over her, making a shudder race down her spine, her fingers curling into the grass.

Mate. He said in her head again before starting to lap at her, his hands holding her thighs, claws digging into her skin. A shadow blotted out the moonlight and she felt the smooth, hot tip brush against her skin before his hands gripped her hips and he pulled her back even as he pushed forward, sheathing himself in her fully and making her cry out. Mate. Furred hips met her backside again and again in a relentless pace and her eyes rolled back at the feeling of him moving inside her. Fingers wrapped around her throat and he pulled her up, her back meeting his chest as he continued rutting into her, his other arm around her waist and keeping her still. Ragged breaths echoed in her ear and his teeth latched onto her shoulder. Her hand moved over his arm around her waist and it moved, his hand going to hold her breast, squeezing. His hips were starting to lose their rhythm and he swelled inside her.

He still had the sense of mind to take care of her, his fingers going between her legs to move over her clit in tight circles. Reaching back, she held his hip, moving against him before crying out as her orgasm washed over, making her pulse around him. She was face down in the grass again, his hand around the back of her neck as he pounded into her, chasing his own release and he gave a howl that echoed through the night as he seated himself to the base, throbbing inside her as he released into her.

He collapsed onto the ground next to her, his breathing heavy and labored.

A-Annie? She heard and this sounded more like him, Why are we—oh shit! The fuck did I do?!

“Sy,” She breathed, stretching out on the ground, feeling his spend start to leak from between her legs. “It's okay.”

I—fuck! Did I hurt you?!

“No.” She said, shaking her head, “Your instincts took over, is all.” His hand smoothed up her back and she felt him sniff along her hair.

I made you come. I can smell it.

“You did.” She said with a chuckle and he pulled her against his chest, holding her.

It usually takes me killin' somethin' to be myself again. This gives the term “post nut clarity” a whole new meanin'. That made her laugh and she tucked her face into his neck, feeling his hands move over her skin, checking for injuries.

“I'm fine, Sy.” She said and he gathered her in his arms, lifting her easily and carrying her back into the house, kicking the back door closed behind them. Carrying her upstairs, he laid her down on the bed, hesitating a moment before joining her, kicking off the remains of his basketball shorts.

I might need you again before dawn, I can feel it buildin'.

“You have me.” She said and he pulled her back against his chest, tucking his muzzle into her neck.

I'm sorry.

“Don't be,”

I forced—

“No, you didn't.” She said, running her hand over his arm, “Sy, I'm not some shrinking violet. If I had felt truly in danger, I am more than capable of taking care of myself.” He was quiet, but the silence held weight. “Sy.”

Learn somethin' new every day. He didn't sound upset, or disgusted, that she hadn't minded being with him in this form. He sounded amused. I'm rememberin' bits and pieces and damn girl. She just chuckled before sliding out of his arms with a sigh,

“I'm dirty from that little garden romp and need a shower.” She said, heading naked for the en suite bathroom, looking back at him still laying in bed. Despite the lupine face, his eyes were intelligent and human and he lounged on the bed like he usually did: on his back with his hand behind his head, his piercing glinting at her from the dark fur on his chest. “You're a mess, too.”

Never showered like this, always waited until I turned back.

“Well come on, wolf-boy, let's get you cleaned up. I don't have dog shampoo, but I think we'll figure something out.”

Woman! He exclaimed, leaping off the bed and chasing her into the bathroom to her laughter.

[princessbrunette]

https://www.tumblr.com/princessbrunette/743577852353593344/omg-what-do-you-think-the-boys-hidden-talents

i just know pope has a beautiful singing voice because of all the rnb his parents played growing up like he can sing DOWN but hes so embarrassed about it - 🐰

likeeeee he definitely has such a smooth voice n you’re just like why don’t you sing more wtf ???? he just brushes it off cos he’s all bashful about it but <333 u def sit outside his shower on the floor n listen to him sing in there sometimes cos that’s when he sings the loudest <333 just singing tf out of one wish by ray j 😭😭😭

[mata-aetara-if]

What're the ROs first thoughts when they realize they love MC? If it isn't too spoiler-y ❤

this one was very popular lol

hope you all like it ^_^

Asahi: "oh that's why they make me so nervous recently!" - you notice him blushing a lot more and offering to help you train a lot more! He tries to be smooth but it's more endearing than anything. There’s a lot of “accidental” hand brushes going on.

Niko: "how should I tell them?" - waaaay more clumsy than usual around you. After the third time they step on your toe you're just like "???" and they sputter out excuses, "sorry haha, I must be.. hungry! Yeah! Just distracted from being hungry that's it."

Shikako: "will they like me back?" - definitely too shy to make the first move. She was quiet around you before but now it hard for her to even look you in the eye. When you look away however you catch her glancing at you from the corner of your eye.

Inoru: "Asahi better back off." - jealous boy. wants you all to himself. Doesn't even matter if your teammates don't actually have a crush on you, he's not taking any chances. Will be the first to ask you on a date even if it's just getting breakfast or lunch together.

Rona: "wait!! when did this happen? why am I just realizing?!" - you notice her acting more caring than usual, always asking how you are and how your day was. When you get done with a training session or back from a mission she'll ask if you're injured or would like some water.

Jun: "oh no. I can't. they deserve better." - he denies it so hard. Will try his hardest to stay away from you. You're making him feel things and he doesn't like it. Also blushes easily and can't look you in the eye.

Chai: "YES!!!! THAT'S THE LOVE OF MY LIFE!!!" - does not hold back her feelings! The moment she realizes she loves you she is coming to find you wherever you are lol she likes to hug you and hold your hand whenever possible and is very vocally supportive "YOU'VE GOT THIS MC! THAT'S MY GF/BF/SO!!!!"

Mokoto: "hmmmm this is unexpected, but in a good way." - you catch them hanging around you more often, and smiling when only you can see. They'll show you places in the forest that are special to them, like a small waterfall no one knows about or a giant bug nest lol They start becoming relaxed just being in your presence.

Ryoku: "shit." - this is very unexpected for him. He honestly has no idea what he's doing. He'll try being romantic, for ex he'll bring a flower to you and just be like "here." and hand you the flower and walk away without waiting for a response. He's trying bless him. OH and he'd like to send letters to you by hawke asking about how you are whenever you're in your separate villages.

Kougetsu: "I'd kill for them. I'd die for them." - they'd say that out loud while looking at you and their teammates are like "dude (gn) wtf?" It is so not normal for a mist ninja to fall for a leaf ninja. Their mouth will get dry talking to you so you notice them drinking even more water than usual. Thinks about you constantly when they’re not near you, wishing that they’ll get a mission near your village just to at least see you.

[babiebom]

About the NSFW alphabet, let's say... could you do D, H and T for any character you'd like? Think of this as a "free space round". :)

A/N: I decided that I was going to do maybe one character from each….genre(wtf do I call this) well not each so maybe this post will have maybe like 3 or 4 characters? I chose Haley(from stardew bc Abigail was the only bachelorette requested), Montgomery Gator(from Fnaf SB), Bubba (Texas Chainsaw Massacre), and Mary (Dream Daddy).

Tw: sexual content

Alphabet Post Masterlist

Haley

D-Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

She daydreams constantly. Like in the middle of brushing her hair, taking photos, talking to people. When she gets that glazed look in her eyes just know she’s daydreaming about getting railed into next week. Does not feel bad for daydreaming either, the person she is talking to should’ve been more interesting. She also tends to incorporate kinks she is curious about in her daydreams to try and predict if she would like it or not. Gets upset when reality isn’t like her daydreams because she spends so much time perfecting what’s happening in her mind that she can’t control in real life.

If asked what she’s thinking about she’d probably say shopping or fashion just because she doesn’t want people to know that she does have those urges. She has an image to maintain.

H-Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I think she is either clean shaven/waxed or she has her hair cut into like a heart or something. It’s a preference for her because she doesn’t like the feeling of pubic hair. Doesn’t think it’s dirty, just doesn’t like it on herself. Her pubic hair is blonde but slightly darker and paler(less saturated? Idk how to explain my thoughts). It isn’t as blonde as the hair on her head and isn’t as shiny. It’s very curly and when she can’t shave she makes sure it’s soft.

T-Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Definitely!! I think she has a small box of toys that she uses on herself and will request that you use them on her during sex. Before dating she was much too lazy to go into the city to find someone to hook up with, and the times that she hooked up with Alex she didn’t enjoy half the time so she bought herself toys to use for when she’s pent up. When she starts dating you however she finds that incorporating them into sex is fun and would probably go as far as buying cute toys for both of you to use that she keeps in a separate box.

Montgomery Gator

D-Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Goes back and watches the recordings of things he finds interesting. If your ass looked particularly nice or if you haven’t been around in a while he’ll replay videos of the last time you two had sex or if you did or said something that made his heart soar. He will never admit that sometimes he uses his recordings for dirty and wholesome purposes, he needs everyone to think he’s tough.

H-Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Absolutely none he is an animatronic alligator. He is as smooth as metal can be, but I do think of he was a human man his would be cut into a small bush and it would be black like what I think his natural hair color would be.

T-Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

No. The man(gator) lives in a pizzaplex surrounded by workers and children. Would have no way to get toys unless he got it delivered by Amazon for something and theres always a possibility of him getting caught. He might be a bad boy type guy but I don’t think he likes getting in trouble. And I think he would have no need for them. HOWEVER if you’re dating him you have a better chance of sneaking toys in if you want to use them. He might be insecure about you wanting to use them at first but is always willing to help you feel good so he would use them on you.

Bubba Sawyer

D-Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He steals panties. I think he’s in charge of butchering the victims, and a lot of the time he swipes their panties before he gets to work. Seeing how the family reacts to sex and relationships I think this secret is one that he keeps to himself pretty well even though I don’t think he’s good at keeping secrets at all. He keeps the panties in a drawer down in the basement and it’s pretty safe seeing as no one really goes down there for anything except for him.

H-Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Dude has a freaking jungle on him ngl he doesn’t shave or maintain it at all. He allows it to grow wild on him and unless you say something about how you prefer it he’s going to continue to let it do what it wants. His pubic hair is dark brown, similar to the hair on his head. It’s very curly and rough because he doesn’t groom it very well. Good thing is the hair doesn’t get too long because it breaks off at the ends often.

T-Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Dude probably doesn’t even know they exist. Like ngl I know he doesn’t get out much to experience ANYTHING and Drayton seems like the type that he wouldn’t allow those things in the house. So Bubba sadly has no toys to use or to use on you, because let’s face it if you’re in a relationship with him there’s no way you got there on your own. Closest thing he’s ever had to a sex toy is like a stuffed animal that he dry jumped against once then felt so bad about it that he trashed it immediately.

Mary Christiansen

D-Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Even though she’s never cheated, she used to fantasize about cheating on Joseph to let him know how it feels even though she doubts he would care. She would just like to see the look on his face when he realizes that like him, she went outside of their marriage to find pleasure. If they end up getting divorce and she ends up with you, she now think about how shitty he must feel knowing that you get her all to yourself and that you can actually treat someone properly. Like you’re just better than he is and that makes her feel as if she’s getting revenge in some way.

H-Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I feel like she doesn’t bother with shaving at all. Like she trims it so it doesn’t get too out of control, but she doesn’t make the effort to full on shave the bush off. Doesn’t really care or need to, she’s a grown woman that knows how to manage herself and her hygiene, and after getting used to having hair than not after having kids she is fine with it. I think her pubic hair is dark brown and curly. It’s not too thick at all which makes it easier to manage.

T-Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I honestly do not think Joseph would want her to have toys. It would cause him to go into a rant or whatever so she probably only has a vibrator that she hides from him and uses when he’s out of the house. If they do divorce and she ends up in a relationship with you I think she would be happy if you were willing to use them on her, and she would be happy to use them on you. I don’t know if she would buy any more though, maybe if you take her to a toy store.

[theshenanijiang]

WTF WKX you can't just touch people's false faces! Stop that!

Sassy girl giving away all your secrets WKX.

"You've changed your appearance." "Is it pretty?" WKX leans in further and waits for him to take a drink. "It's perfect." This guy has mad flirting skills.

The way WKX clears his throat, like no one is asking I am dying on the vine, disciple do something! lol

Mr. Zhou your cynicism is showing!

Shen Shen (?) really shook by the death of the Zhang dad.

Who the heck are these two old people? And why they calling Shen Shen out like that? If I say I like them will they die too?

Ok, but serious question... does this show have anything to do with the Moonlight Blade mobile mmorpg?

I like the old beggar dude.

Meanwhile WKX staring at the sleeping (meditating?) Mr. Zhou. He is so gone on the mystery of this guy. It is kinda cute. Ok, WKX were all those spars just so you could feel up Mr. Zhou? Seriously man... Oh boy... he gonna wax about that flexible sword of Mr. Zhou's now?

These two old coots making everyone scared. Good for them. I like Lu Liu and Tao Hong. They take no shit.

Beggar Elder offering assistance to find Chengling prolly has the best chance of finding him, honestly.

"I'm tired, lets go find some rest in the shade" he says, gets to shade and WKX is already drinking tea. Poor man must feel hounded by now. It's like how they talk about people hunting deer, like.... the deer gets a head start and then just when it is thinking to rest there is the hunter again. Daaaang.

Aaaand again.

Oh... who could have possibly reserved the entire inn? I wonder. Zhou's face says: Of fucking course it is. Even Chengling looks so done with WKX's shit.

Smooth... smooth. Calling him beautiful. Everyone around WKX at this point whispers to each other: does he need glasses? Does he know he needs glasses?

But I gave you my room!!!! *gets kicked out anyway* Lol

WKX walks away with a "this man amuses me" face.

Jeez Chengling...

These two... They just need to kiss already. WKX flirting so hard... he doesn't want to get in Zhou's pants, just wants to see his face. (He totally seems to want both)

Oh my god.... "Who is the cutest person then?"

WKX "Someone with a slim waist, long legs, looks tough, but is softhearted." His flirting is a weapon.

Ugggghhhh leave Chengling alone! That boy needs a hug, not your strident voice hollering at him at the dinner table!

"It's as if I bullied you!" Well yes, that is what just happened.

Ao Laizi has cool clothes.

WKX handling everything and telling Zhou to go back to sleep is cute. Dang it why is he so cute? "Can I call you Ah Xu?" I am officially dying at this guy. That hand brush.... hooo boy... hawt.

[coffeeorsomething-irl]

It's chapter 10 of my Luke Skywalker x OC fanfic. First chapter and a brief explanation of wtf is this, here

Finally, The Night has arrived. This is a big one.

@dailydragon08, @kaleidoscope1967eyes

Sonen

On the afternoon of Sonenfest, she turned up to his door as he'd asked, to keep his company while he made preparations - she had nothing in particular to do in that regard, herself. 

As she walked the halls to his rooms, she couldn't help but reflect on what she was doing. True, she'd braved a party for him before… Drawn in merely by the allure of his attendance, though he'd been naught but her handsome, kindly friend. -But then, she'd hoped only to see him… pass the time in his company, rather than miss him alone. ..Where this time, she'd need to speak to people. Other, people.

It was only his manner, that had caused her to agree. -And, that he'd asked.

..And…        

…She flushed, all over again, all alone in the hall. She was not the type, to achieve the effect he..seemed under. It was perplexing. And something about the earnestness of his pleasure, rose larger in her estimation, than the daunting social prospect ahead. 

..Thoughts dimmed welcomely, as she approached his door and didn't even need to knock, before it was opening before her to reveal his prettily smiling face. He was indeed worth doing very much for. 

He greeted her warmly with a kiss, practically sighing her name into her mouth…which made her giggle, briefly, in delight, between kisses. Her giggle made him chuckle, and he picked her up in his arms and pulled her inside, and the door shut behind. 

"Little nervous, princess?" he checked in. 

"..C-can't help it.." she agreed. 

"..Well I can't tell you how grateful I am for you to be doing this, for me.." And he sealed those words, with a deeply indulgent kiss, letting his fingers up into her hair to tangle.

"..Th-that's, w-why I'm here," she shakily acknowledged.

"Thank you, Ciri.." His next kiss ended with him sucking determinedly on her lip. 

She rose onto the balls of her feet and held onto his neck, and returned the favor, pulling his lip into her mouth and not letting go… as she let herself slowly sink back down, until he popped out with a little noise, of surprise. 

He grinned at her dazedly, after, his cheeks dissolved into wrinkles. She couldn't help but chuckle… that someone like her, was able to make him, look like that. "..So what are you up to, in here, pretty boy?" she asked him warmly. …His obvious desire had this knack of bolstering her confidence, and occasionally getting her to say things, she ordinarily surely would not. 

The moniker earned her a hum, from deep in his throat. It briefly struck her as funny.. how they were both evidently so gratified, each by the other. "Nothing so much… Come see," he invited.

….And led her back to his bedroom, and into his bath…. 

…Where she soon wound up standing beside him at the counter, looking over his few toiletries as he combed through his hair. 

She liked the domesticity of it… of being with him in such a mundane, private space, for a mundane, private task. It surprised her, that she swelled up so with pride, to be included with him there. When he was done he turned to her with fond warmth welling in his expression, and caught her in a kiss. 

One turned into another… his lips sweetly, softly brushing and clinging to hers, as his breath meaningfully exhaled through his nostrils. Her hand meanwhile idly discovered his collar, and the skin underneath.. and lingered, spellbound by its warmth. 

She smoothed her palm up his neck, and felt him relax against it, and sucked on his bottom lip, making him grunt. He shivered as her touch wandered into the soft, short hair at the nape of his neck, a softly shuddered breath escaping his throat. It felt..oddly powerful, still, to touch him like this, and have him react so, with such easy surrender. She kissed him again, assertively, and he relaxed into it, and she softly pulled his hair, the way she'd discovered that he liked, and he gave her a nibble. Her fingers slipped luxuriantly through his locks, massaging along his scalp, and a little rumble vibrated through his chest, and his kiss deepened…

-Until a beeper sounded off harshly, and his body jerked against her in startlement. 

He reached down to his belt to silence it.. then sighed, "frag..", as he relaxed back against her, nuzzling in. ..And in a moment he released her, then took her shoulders and gently turned her round to face the mirror, burying her again in his arms as he looked himself over in the glass and laughed. "I'm mussed," he observed with amusement.

"S-sorry!" she apologized, reddening. His hair was tugged wild, rather more so than before. She'd been utterly unthinking. 

"-No, I don't think so," he rejected smoothly, hugging her tighter, "I much prefer my hair this way, and I loved you pulling on it, princess… please, do it again…" he placed a soft kiss on her neck, just under her ear.

"..Unfortunately, I do need to do something about it, for tonight," he whispered, giving her another, lightly sucking kiss, "..mm.. gotta get a different tunic, too…"

"..o-ok," she stammered, squeezing his arm in her hand, "..Y-you should? Did you wear… s-something different before?" She meant at the previous party.

"Yes."

"R-really?"

"Did you really not notice the clothes your crush was wearing?"

She flushed. "um…"

He laughed, gently, and sweetly kissed her temple. "It's alright, Ciri, I'm teasing. It wasn't… that different. If I'm honest. You'll see."

She smiled. "K. I'll pay attention this time."

He grinned, "Sure," then paused, looking directly into the mirror. "…Ciri…?"

"What?"

"..Let's not stay so long. Turns out I still wanna be alone, with you, tonight."

She sighed, and leaned back into him, relishing his answering squeeze. "..You k-know that works for me… H-how long… were you thinking? I don't know how these things work, like.. professionally."

"…Mmm, well, I'm told there's a ceremony.."

"..It isn't much. They watch the sunset."

"Ah. That's nice. -You don't?" 

"I always watch the sunset. ..Just not with them."

He smiled. "..Of course. My cute little loner…   Well, then we needn't spend so long. …An hour, a little more… we'll tour around the room a bit, say hello, to people… Mostly to your father, and some ministers… Be seen. Then we can go. Where I'm from they call this sort of thing, 'networking'." She groaned, just a little. His breath warmed her ear, sending tingles sparking along her spine, as he whispered, "…Remember you can still back out… Or, I can leave you somewhere secluded when I make the rounds. But if you do come with.. I'll take care of you, precious. Promise. Don't worry."

His voice in her ear had made her lightly gasp, and that in turn made her blush. He nibbled her earlobe, and kissed her neck, soothingly.

"I… k-kinda c-can't help being nervous, Luke, but..” she sighed, lightly squirming against him, and shut her eyes. 

"-I know.." 

“..B-But, if you're with me, I'm sure it'll be OK," she finished up, a little more firmly than she felt. 

He nuzzled her, lightly. "Mhmm.. It will be OK," he confirmed. "..I treasure your trust, beautiful girl. Looking out for you is a privilege.."

She huffed, and smiled. "gods, listen to you.."

"Well, it is. -And if you want to take a breather, or even just leave, before we've gotten to everyone, we will. In the middle of a conversation, even, or their ceremony, I don't mind. It's not that important. Just squeeze my arm real tight, and want it, and we'll be gone."

She emitted a nervous, flattered little laugh. "Y-you're so accommodating.. wouldn't that be rude? ..Wouldn't you get in trouble.."

“I'm a rude person.”

Her laugh deepened. “You certainly are not! I don't think I've ever seen you be rude…”

“..That's because I'm a little bit at work. -Though I did lie to your father to spend the day with you, right after I arrived, didn't I? ..Rude. ….And I am taking his only daughter off the castle grounds behind his back, semi-routinely… Some would find that well past rude.”

She flushed. She hadn't quite considered it, that way, before. “Oh… W-well, true..”

“…The truth is that I snub people frequently when it suits me, Ciri, and I don't care about social conventions, at all. …And for you, I would snub anyone.”

She blushed. “A-Anyone? I-I'm so special…”

“Yes,” he agreed, “You are.  ..Anyway the only person I could get into trouble with here is your father, and I think I could make him understand."

“…Luke, I will never not be amazed over you,” she breathed, quietly, “thank you, truly.” 

And he fastened his mouth to her neck, and lightly tongued her skin.

She clenched his arm tight, where it wrapped around her stomach. She couldn't hold back a gentle groan, of helpless delight, as she felt her skin being sucked into his warm, wet mouth, and grazed with his soft tongue.

"…W-what… what am I like?" she whispered, with curiosity. 

"Like salt…," he answered huskily, as he licked, "…you're warm, smooth, yielding, firm.. you're a little bit salty, you've got the perfect amount of friction, and spring, and you smell like something I wanna drown in… you're delicious, Ciri…"

She giggled, in total embarrassment. "I'm.. I'm all of that?"

"mmm." He gently bit down and sucked, then lathed the area with his devilishly soft tongue. Her breath shuddered.

"L-Luke, you…" she sighed as his mouth worked on her. "you feel so good…"

His breath gusted on her moist skin. "Ciri, I feel amazing," he quipped.

She laughed, feeling half-drunk, her neck where he'd tongued it nearly ablaze with cool air. She relaxed into his warm chest. "W-what am I going to do… a-about you…" she half joked, and half wondered.

"Whatever you want. I'm wearing your bracelet. …Princess, let me look at you..?"

She turned gradually in his arms to face him, looked up at him and lightly shut her eyes as she felt his fingertips grace her face and softly stroke her hair behind her ears. "You're incredibly beautiful," he reported quietly, and it made her blush. Then she felt his lips press against hers, and instinctively returned the kiss. "Let me fix your hair… you look like I've been playing with it."

She sniffed and nodded, then felt his lips lightly brush her skin, over her cheek… then she heard a noise, and opened her eyes in surprise at the teeth of a comb tugging gently through her hair, as he did as he'd promised. "..Hey there, pretty Ciri," he whispered as his eyes met hers, soft fondness filling his face.

"N-no one's brushed my hair since I was a child," she whispered back, as he teased the comb through the hair beside her face.

His grin went crooked. "I would think not…   

“…now turn back around for me, my princess.." She did as he asked, offering him the back of her head, and stood still while he carefully continued, biting her lip and feeling silly, yet enjoying being fussed over by him nonetheless.

Presently he sighed, "There," and finished.

"T-thank you, Luke," she said demurely, fidgeted briefly, then gave a big grin. "-Now you!"

"hmm…," he eyed himself in the mirror, and ran the comb swiftly and easily through his locks. Then blew air out his cheeks, and did it again. A number of strands had declined to fall in line. "well I usually put something in it to keep it put…," he muttered, with a little laugh.

"This?" She reached for a little glass tub containing some sort of cream, on the counter. There were not many items there to choose from.

"mmhmm, but…" he demurred.

"But what?" she asked curiously, examining the tub.

"But you've been touching my hair. And that'll make it stiff.."  

She blushed, to hear this man apparently worrying over whether his hair would be too stiff for her to play with. “Oh, well, you don’t have to… c-change anything just on my account..”

He snuffed lightly in surprise, "What?" and dropped his hand to palm her stomach, lightly pulling her against him. “..princess, why shouldn't I change something on your account?"

She blushed harder. "Oh, u-umm…" She wasn't sure what to say, now that it came to it.

"I-I guess I'm just not… used, to wanting something like that," she came up with, presently, "I usually… avoid people rather than ask things of them."

His thumb rubbed deliberately along her tummy, through her jerkin, palpable even through the leather. It was such a sensitive spot.. He was holding her into his warm chest, generating wonderful tingles as he stroked. She gulped with pleasure, and wished perilously for his hand to slip underneath her tunic. "Well, Ciri, you aren't avoiding me," he whispered against her hair. "...I'm yours to ask things of. I'm unlikely to refuse. But you can at least give me the chance. …And in this case, it's my preference to keep my hair in a state where you'll like to pull on it."

"Oh-h, S-sure.." she managed.

"Is there anything you'd like, sweet one? You could practice asking me…"

"..I like you touching me," she said before she could stop herself.

His breath quickly soughed against her hair, and his fingers upon her stomach lightly tightened, and he scruffed, "I'll be sure to keep touching, then." He let his mouth dip to her ear, and sucked in her lobe, eliciting a gasp. "…Is there anything else, my princess?"

She smiled as he gently kissed her ear, then temple. "I-I don't know, Luke," she laughed, "I'll have to think about it…"

"..Keep it in mind, princess. I'd love to accommodate you. And you absolutely have the right."

A flush passed over her. "…I-I will do my best," she offered, then turned to meet him, moved in and kissed him. He kissed back, deep, and held her up against himself with his arm around her waist.

And he delicately touched her cheek when it was done, and broadly smirked, his eyes creasing with happiness. "Thanks for not avoiding me, Ciri. …Thanks for letting me spend so much time with you."

She gave him a contented, blushing smile back. Then had to break gaze, for a moment, at the situation. "I-I couldn't have avoided you," she admitted shyly, “I liked you too much.”

"Then I feel like I'm the luckiest person you have ever met."

She laughed, "Maybe just the nicest person. ..Umm. W-we'll be late, Luke, your tunic…"

A long, low sigh came from his throat. "…right," he breathed. Then gave her one more, slow kiss.

And he slowly relinquished her. The distance between them increased to something almost normal and polite, as he stepped back. He gave her a shy little smile. "I almost like the way I don't like this part of hugging you." She blushed, huffing out a laugh… even as her whole body ached with his absence.

And then she collected herself. "I don't care for it," she said mildly, "Aren't you a little peculiar?"

"I'm a lot peculiar," he said with a crooked grin. It was true. "Come sit, princess," he invited her softly.

And boyishly cute, he took her hand and drew her to his bed. It made her stomach flutter, a little, to follow him.

His room was spare, but not neat. It was dominated by the big, comfy-looking bed. She sat, sinking into the mattress and fluffy white duvet, grinning up at him shyly. His eyes sparkled as he returned her smile, then she watched them slip shut as he kissed the palm of her hand.

…Then he backed away, turned and smoothly stripped off his tunic, tossing it aside. The muscles of his arms and back rippled. He was beautiful.. sleek, and strong. She blushed, to notice herself feeling so possessive of him, in that moment.

He stepped to his wardrobe and pulled out a replacement garment, slipping it on and fastening it as he turned back around. It was also simple and black, but was of a more symmetrical cut and featured fine gold hemwork. It didn't register with the eye as much of a change… though the gold was highlighted by the burnished gleam of his hair, under lights. She realized too, now, that his pants sported a thin gold line running down each leg, in match to the tunic. 

Then he raised his eyes, and saw her watching. A playful smirk touched his lips, and he blushed.

"See?" he said quietly, holding his arms out for her inspection, "Not so different."

"Y-you like black," she observed with a grin.

"You like it too," he countered. It was one of the few colors she preferred in her own wardrobe, dominated by earthtones.  

"Black's nice."

He stepped over to her, held out his hand. "I'm not supposed to wear it," he remarked.

She giggled, as she took it. "But it's the only thing you wear!" He drew her up.

He grinned. "I know… Obstinate."

She stepped into him, and put her hands on him, lightly. "Says who, anyway? Not even I get told what to wear… successfully.."

His hands went to her waist. "I've noticed that about you. No one, really.. It's just Jedi tradition. Black symbolizes the dark side."

She rolled her eyes. "Black means darkness? Shouldn't symbolism be a little less direct?"

He laughed. "Maybe. The Jedi may have lacked somewhat in…creativity."

"I'll say. ..So, what are you supposed to be wearing?"

"Um, like… several layers of brown and beige robes."

"Hmm. -I think I like this better."

He grinned, cheeks creasing. "Me too… tho sometimes they're nice."

"I wanna see."

He laughed, almost under his breath, "Then I'll show you sometime, princess."

She carefully held his cheek, and kissed his soft lips. He yielded to her, readily. "Thanks, Luke," she said when she'd finished.

He smiled, stunningly, eyes warm and happy. "Come to this dumb party with me, Ciri."

They left his rooms hand in hand, and made their way through the corridors to the great hall. He chatted with her as they walked - holding the butterflies in her stomach at bay. As they approached the entrance he gave her his arm with a warm grin and the invitation to tuck in, and then leaned in to murmur reassurance, “just hang on to me, princess, as tight as you like..I’ve got you.” 

Their eyes met, and understanding passed between them, as she gently smiled up at him, squeezed his arm and nodded, and then they swept into the hall.

It was crowded, and everyone was finely dressed. The walls and pillars were hung with the decor of midsummer. Music was being played on the far end of the hall. A banquet was laid out at its opposite, burdened with simple summer fare, bread and cheese and above all, fruit. All of the great floor-length windows along the hall's outer wall stood open, and the people spilled out onto the broad patio beyond. The sun hung low in the sky - despite their lollygagging, they had not after all arrived too late. 

A serving boy drew near, and Luke collected them glasses. The glass he’d passed to her was filled with sweet, light mead, spiced with summer herbs - the traditional drink for the occasion. She favored it. Most years, though eschewing the party, she didn’t fail to obtain some from the kitchens.

He took a sip, and she watched his eyebrows rise with a smile. “It’s good,” he said, “interesting flavor..”

“It’s goatweed,” she explained, “They think it’s the sun’s, because they say it makes people happy, like the sun… So they brew it, into the Sonenmead.”

“And does it? Make people happy?”

“..It does something,” she hedged, “It’s not quite so simple. …It….  I like to walk in the moonlight, when I drink it. The woods feel different. Closer.”

“Hmm.. Intriguing. ..Would you like to walk the woods with me tonight, Ciri?” 

She smiled, chuckling. “Y-you wanna go with me on a goatweed walk?” 

“I would,” he confirmed. 

She thought about it. “..K. But we’re gonna need more mead.” 

Now it was his turn to chuckle. “More than what they have here? How much do you usually drink?” 

“Um, a bit…” she said vaguely, “..I like to drink as I go along.” 

“Mmm.. K. And do they have ‘a bit’ held back in the kitchens, do you think?”

“I think so..,” she confirmed, lightly playful, “We can go get it, after.” He grinned, gave her a nod. 

Something was niggling at her, though. “Luke..” 

“Yeah?” 

“-W-we need to start with the sunset, though, is the thing.” She was embarrassed to say it. Was it because it meant that she had a ceremony, too? “So, um..” 

He smiled, to see her bashfulness. “..So we should go a different night?” he smoothly inferred, “-Of course, my princess. Whenever is your wish.” He transferred his glass to the hand whose arm she held, so he could place his freed hand over hers. His eyes were warm, as he added, “Thank you, for sharing your tradition with me…And for forestalling it, to be here with me tonight.”

She smiled gratefully up at him, wishing for everyone else to vanish just for a moment, so she could nudge her forehead into his breast. “I..guess I haven’t missed a walk on Sonen in a long time. But… I..  Y-you have a pull on me, that I guess the goatweed can’t match.”

It made him beam, broad and sillily happy. “..Better than goatweed, am I? Must be something pretty special..”

“Very special,” she agreed, blushing despite herself, before all these folk. “…W-well I’ll be interested, to see how the two of you mix.”

“..I usually prefer to keep a clear head,” he murmured, “But I guess, you have a pull on me..”

“Oh! Well, D-don’t let me corrupt you..,” she stammered - reflecting that of course, a Jedi would prefer sobriety. 

He bared a rakish grin, immediately, and she realized belatedly how she may have set herself up. “But, I would so love that..” he protested. 

…It took her a moment, to recover from the prospect. 

“..W-well the goatweed isn’t so intense, as all that, after all,” she tried, “You’ve nothing to fear.” 

He was still grinning like a cat. “..I think I just said as much.” 

“L-Luke.. you mustn’t,” she complained plaintively, gripping his arm, and liking too much the look of him, “t-there’s still all these people, to speak to… i-it isn’t fair.”

His face tweaked in a sympathetic wince, before his features schooled themselves compliantly. “Of course,” he said contritely, “I take your point. My apologies, Highness - consider me chastened. I will conduct myself, with finer comportment. ..Are you alright?”

Now it was his solicitousness, that unseated her. “..I-I’m fine,” she emitted amid half an embarrassed laugh… and drained her glass, to make it so. Her mention of the people, had caused them to take on substance. 

“…Are you sure?” he asked, eyebrow arched. A server passed by beyond her reach, and a glass lifted off his tray and floated over to her nonetheless, while Luke collected her empty. He was consistently impressive.  

“Th-thank you, I-I’m sure, Luke. –O-obviously, I’m nervous,” she admitted. It gave her small relief to say, but only because it was he who heard. “B-but it’s alright,” she finished. 

“You could still back out..,” he reminded her, “I could take you out and tuck you into the balcony's end, down there…Come back to you after every minister. With a glass.”

She sniffed, “Don’t tempt me,” and he grinned. ..The density of people shifting around them felt foreign. She was tempted by his offer. 

But she remembered how he’d looked, as she’d agreed to accompany him, here… 

“…Mm, no, I’ll give you a run, Luke,” she said bravely, “Then we’ll see.” 

"-Ready to get your feet wet already?" he asked, in small surprise. 

"..J-just a little," she allowed, "B-best, not to delay, and..let me psych myself out."

His soft, slow smile was fond and treasuring. "…You're a trooper,” he praised, “..You're my darling. I adore you."

It made her heart flutter, in her chest, for him to say so. 

"S-stop," she advised, through her flush. "G-give me 30% less flattery, or I'll chicken out." 

He grinned. "30% less, coming up… You're a trooper, only.    …OK soldier, let's go this way.." he said with a gesture, "and get into this. I see Thrackmaw."

Lord Hershel Thrackmaw was her father's master of accounts. He stood a small distance down the great hall, with his wife. 

Ciri's body cavity began to buzz, as they approached. Her fingers tightened on his arm, unconsciously. -Luke looked down at her, and she knew that he was asking her one last question with his gaze - so she tried to look back at him reassuringly, and gave him a nod. She got a smile in exchange… and then they were there. 

"Lord Thrackmaw," Luke greeted, with an incline of his head for the man's companion, "Lady Thrackmaw." 

The Lady Thrackmaw lightly curtsied before them. "Oh! H-Highness!" she stuttered as greeting, eyes gone wide and voice high.. seemingly more occupied by her presence, than Luke's. 

"L-Lady Yulienne," she nervously replied.. and remembered to turn her eyes to the lady's companion, "S-sir."

"..How lovely to see you, Highness," Lord Thrackmaw responded with a bow, having recovered himself from a slight initial offset. "Master Skywalker." He tacked on a nod for Luke, but continued speaking to her, "To what do we owe the pleasure?" 

Ciri blushed, certain that it was not such a pleasure. 

"Her Highness has graciously permitted me to be her companion tonight," Luke smoothly stepped in to say, "-so it is thanks merely to the pity she's taken on me."

"Ah.." echoed Sir Thrackmaw. 

"t–To pity!" toasted his wife, knocking loose from her surprise and raising her glass. 

Luke loosed an easy smile. "To pity," he agreed, matching her. ..Ciri uncertainly followed suit, and watched Lady Thrackmaw drink deep. 

"We seem to be slightly late.. How is the fest?" Luke queried. 

"-Oh, it is positively stifling," Yulienne replied, "-The temperature, that is! And an overcast, has concealed much of the afternoon.. I fear for the sunset. ..Last year the weather was much more cooperative," she groused. 

"A-at least, th-there's the mead..," Ciri observed, quietly and less confidently than her wish. Luke flashed her an encouraging smile. 

Lady Thrackmaw looked at her strangely, almost as though seeing her for the first time. "Yes," she agreed, "You're quite right, Highness. There is the mead. And but what a joy that is! -We ought drink to it." She lifted her glass in yet another toast, Luke chuckled, and they all joined her, if just a little less enthusiastically than she. 

It made Ciri smile, and she offered, "-A-and I th-think, the wind has been coming in from the southwest… it may yet clear the sky."

"You will be our deliverance, my lady!" Yulienne said, "Pray that it is so!"

"You are an astute observer of atmospherics, Highness," Luke put in with a note of pride. 

"S-sometimes it pays… t-to be on top of, out there," she explained, embarrassed.. referring to the woods and realizing belatedly that might not have been clear. 

Whether it had, did not seem to matter to the Lady Yulienne. "-Well, isn't that just marvelous?" she opined, "One might suit one's dress to the day's impending weather!" 

A grin tugged at Ciri's mouth, though Hershel had nearly rolled his eyes, beyond his wife's view. "..I-indeed." 

Their small talk proceeded some little ways further. Luke's presence at her side provided a comfortable anchoring point from which to venture comment, and she surprised herself by somewhat enjoying the conversation. Presently the music stilled and a clear, silvery bell tinkled over the murmurings in the hall. "-Ah! The sunset is upon us," Lady Yulienne pronounced, and they joined the large mass of others making their way to the great opened windows onto the raised patio. 

The sun's round had just begun to touch the treetops and bastions, outlining everything in gold. The sky was angrily orange to the west, paling through lilac to a delicate porcelain blue where the castle sat at their backs. It was an arresting view, and she'd been right about the clouds - Lady Thrackmaw graciously murmured her as much. The servers moved amongst them, refilling glasses. 

It was traditional to give toast at sun's fading, on this the year's longest day, and to drink of the mead, made from honey of bees fed on all the pollen nurtured in the light of the sun's long waxing. The honey had been carefully collected all growing season, since the bees' first harvest after the cold, and saved for this purpose - and that youngest which had not time to ferment, lent its sweetness still. A hush fell as all glasses raised, and she drank deep, liquid entering her like the last golden rays spilling down her throat.

And as the final burning sliver blinked out beyond the horizon, the music began anew - a colorful, jaunty tune, and Lady Thrackmaw came alive and took her husband in to dance, cheerfully bidding them farewell. Many were following suit. 

He took her hand, carefully slid his fingers down hers, as the two of them remained to linger in the slow fading of the sky's glowing bowl. "She really likes you," he murmured. 

"D-does she? B-but surely.. she was only being polite."

"Thrackmaw, was being polite," he said dryly. "Yulienne likes you. And mead. -She likes, that you like the mead," he finished with amusement. 

She grinned. "She did like mead didn't she? Even more than me, I think.."

"She seems a bit of a lush," he agreed, "Drinking friends are fun.."

She looked at him. "I thought you prefer a clear head..?" she enquired. 

He laughed. "I wasn't always a Jedi, you know… I was young and irresponsible once, too. ..And yes, I had drinking friends."

"What did you drink?" 

"You would hate it. We called it Jawa juice, for the scavengers who brewed it… From grain and leather, I heard tell. It was not so delicious."

"..Brewed from leather?" she laughed, "I can imagine."

He grinned, baring his teeth. "We would have drank it, were it brewed from their banthas' piss," he confessed, "-we were not fine folk." Her laugh deepened. It was hard to picture him, like that. 

"…I'd like to have known you, then," she said, a little wistful. 

His lips were on her forehead. "I'd have liked that, too."

"..D-do you think, you'd still.. like me?" As the possibility occurred to her, he might not. He'd liked zippy speeds and trash alcohol. Maybe he'd have liked fast women, too, or at least.. women who'd be recognized as pretty, by anybody. 

A chuckle sounded in his throat. "Ciri, I would have liked you. Not necessarily for all the best reasons… My pretty, smart female friend. ..That's what I would have seen. I couldn't have resisted. -And I would have had no idea at all, what to do about it.” 

She couldn't help a blush. She liked it much better than she should, that he thought so. "Th-that's.. I'm very flattered." 

His laugh deepened. "Flattered? …You might have to have seen me, first…I might not have been so appealing.. as a scrabbly little desert rat," he teased. 

She shook her head, simply, and smiled. "You'd still be you." 

"..I'm afraid I would have blushed at any woman who looked at me. I had never been off-planet, not even into orbit. I didn't know how to fly - could hardly have taken you anywhere. You would have known more about everything than me…  -And I didn't, wear black."

She grinned, casting her eyes down as she chuckled. "Terrible shortcomings," she agreed, then insisted, "-But I could have seen past. I'm sure I'd love you, as a scrabbly desert rat."

-Then her cheeks warmed and the candleflame in her heart abruptly wavered, as she realized what she'd said. 

…But, when she hesitantly looked up, he was smiling at her… with such sweetness, and dreamy puppy eyes, that the flame steadied.  

"...Now it's you, who flatters me," he murmured gently. He leaned in, and carefully placed a soft kiss, there on her temple. "I'd scrabble into your heart, any chance, precious," he breathed. 

She felt that heart, skip. 

And favored him with a big, delighted smile, for now her candleflame was roaring. 

He straightened, returning her a supremely satisfied grin. "…So…,” he said warmly, squeezing her hand, “…How are you enjoying yourself, my lady? How do you find this party.."

"..I-it's.. Not so bad.. It's pretty. ..It's stressful. But, I like you next to me..a-a lot.." she bashfully replied. 

It made him smile, gently, sweetness softly unfurling in his face. "Yeah? ..Do I make the stress, more bearable..?"

"Infinitely," she assured him, tightening her grip on his hand. 

"…well I was hoping, I'd do alright," he murmured, in pleasure… slipping his free hand over their clasped pair, as he gazed at her with his eyes gone all soft. …It flattered her no end, for him to enjoy looking after her so, and she smiled. “Very alright, Luke. ..good boy,” she breathed, daring. He blinked, as his skin flared swiftly red. 

…And she watched his face melt, into a mask of purest satisfaction, all crinkled and creased… And her tummy melted, to match. 

How infinitely adorable, that reaction… 

"..mmh," he eventually murmured, "Highness… Ciri. …I would do just about anything, to merit being called that, by you, again.." he quietly professed. Then he bit his lip. 

“….It's a terrible tragedy, that you call me that, for the first time, here… And not when I've got you alone.” 

There was mischief, dwelling in his eyes. Her cheeks and entrails silently smoldered. She'd love, to be alone with him…

"..Th-then..” she tried, ”..E-escort me. 'Cause, I-I don't really wanna, have to say it here next, too… i-in the bargain.." 

"…Are you saying you'd like to get out of here, with me?" he checked lowly. 

She nodded. 

-Though surprisingly, she didn't wish to leave, just yet. She'd discovered something, layered under her social anxiety… Something she didn't fully understand, but somehow she was pleased, for all these fancy nigh-strangers she'd shrunk and shied from for years to observe how his favor draped her. 

“-But, you were supposed to convince everyone I'm so amazing tonight, by association, weren't you?” she asked. He smiled in a way that showed he knew it. 

“…Maybe you have to do that, first." she suggested. 

He laughed, bellyless, lightly helpless… pleased. "Highness… Certainly. Please, accompany me.. Allow me to earn the right to take you home, gorgeous."

She smiled, nodding her agreement. …It felt good, somehow, to tease him like this… 

…He was so biddable. 

He chastely kissed her cheek. "..Permit me to distract you a space, first, Lady," he offered, and at her nod, he dipped his chin, and let fall one of his hands, to take her delicately out to the railing, and speak to her…

He told her a story about Thrackmaw, that made her laugh. She traded another back, and they looked back to the hall to find which other minister was closest and she told him what she knew of that one, and soon her heart was light, and easy, and she glided smoothly above any dismay at not being alone with him, she might have harbored. 

He offered her his arm. "…Well, my princess? May I interest you, in some more dry conversation with an officious schmoozer, and his lady?"

She laughed, as she took it. "Yes, you may," she returned, feeling so confoundedly happy… her chest filled with something very warm, and large. 

Returning her enamored smile, he guided her in. 

 

The light, and noise of the hall swallowed them, and for a moment all was trilling music and twirling fabric, and voices… before her mind made sense of the scene.

Her father was deep in the hall, surrounded by a cluster of nobility and hangers-on. He held a glass, and she distantly heard his guffaw. They’d need to circle round the dancers, to reach him. Luke refilled their glasses, and set them on their way.

Their path saw them stop and give greeting to several groupings of folk where persons of importance stood, or to those who approached them, and he helped her faithfully in every encounter… Guided each conversation, included her in it; stepped in anytime she faltered, and spoke up to bolster her. He tactfully changed the subject if he sensed her growing uncomfortable. Then he smoothly ended their interaction with each group, and moved them on to the next, whilst whispering sweetly in her ear and attending to her glass. 

He felt steady and trustworthy beside her, like a ship.

Each circle's members dealt differently with the relative surprise of her presence. Most tried to hide it, to varying degrees of success. Some were less fazed… who'd noted them about the grounds, over the weeks. A few people were nice, said it was nice to see her. It even felt nice to hear it, although she wasn't always sure if she should believe it. …And for his part, Luke did not fail to give each group to understand how happy he was she'd agreed to exchange pleasantries with them, just for him - not necessarily using so many words. 

She wouldn't have guessed so beforehand, but it made her proud, for him to be so proud. He was smiling, broadly, and frequently, at everyone - especially at her. He'd be looking over at her, listening to her speak with a big doting grin, and soft doey eyes that vanished the instant his gaze flicked to someone else. She was the living center of his attention, to all who viewed them. It made her feel happy. It made her feel so, very special. It insulated her against every shocked, strange face. 

Her father, too, was surprised to see her hung on Luke's arm as they approached. She could pinpoint the exact moment he caught sight of them, by the change in his demeanor. 

The small crowd he'd gathered, parted for them, upon perceiving the object of his gaze. 

“Your Majesty,” Luke greeted him with a bow, as they drew near. 

“Master Skywalker…,” he remarked, “Daughter. How unusual.”

“Her Highness has done me the honor of allowing me to accompany her this evening,” Luke explained. 

Her father laughed. “Isn't it she who accompanies you? My daughter has not attended a ball since last her governess forced her.”

She blushed, and to her surprise, so did Luke. “..It may be so,” he allowed, “But the honor remains mine, Majesty.”

“…Well said,” the king returned. “-It pleases me to see you, daughter. …You choose your companions well, when you do.”

“T-thank you, father,” she replied, a little uncertain under his compliment. 

“How are you finding it?” he asked of her. 

“..B-busy,” was all she could think to respond. 

Her father quietly snorted, looking over to Luke. “And Skywalker - how you?”

“The ceremony was beautiful, Majesty..”

“-It's simple,” her father stated. 

“I appreciate such things,” Luke returned. “..As for the soiree… I can say it is the best, I have ever attended.”

“You flatter us, Skywalker.. A bit overmuch.”

“Not at all,” Luke protested, “After all is it not so, that the quality of any gathering is defined chiefmost by those gathered… And here I find myself in the best company, I could possibly hope to keep.” The look Luke turned on her, as he finished speaking.. was one of gratitude, most tender. She couldn’t help but blush. 

There was a brief pause, and then her father barked a laugh. “Well that it seems she thinks so too, is it not, Master Skywalker?”

“Very well,” Luke agreed, gazing at her still. 

“..Get her to dance, and I'll be in your debt,” the king continued jovially… and her grip on Luke's arm tightened, as she felt her insides cringe. 

…The night she'd danced with him had been amongst the sweetest, of her life - challenged for the title only, by others they’d shared. She could not consider sharing such sweetness, here, before an audience. 

But Luke showed her a soft, reassuring smile, and she felt something unseen gently press her hand. …And he raised his gaze to her father, and changed the subject, “I am already far too deep into hers, to dare. -And in any case Majesty, I have been much too diverted this evening to think of aught else. Her Highness has many interesting tales, of your court. I'm afraid I've heard one about Sir Thrackmaw, that will not allow me to look at him in quite the same way, again.”

Her father began chuckling. “I believe I know what you refer to. -Daughter, pray you don't reveal state secrets, further. How will we deal with Master Skywalker here, on even ground?”

Luke grinned, looked to her. “-Highness, please tell his Majesty one on me, so to set the balance straight.”

She looked up at him in surprise. 

“Yes, please do,” her father concurred. 

“I-I c-couldn't..!” she protested to Luke, “..W-what would I possibly say?”

“Tell him about the speeder and the bantha poodoo,” Luke suggested. Her eyes briefly widened. 

But Luke only grinned down at her with insouciant confidence… So she swallowed her unsurety, and began. 

It was amongst the stories he'd told her of his childhood on Tatooine. -He'd bragged to his friends for a week about a flashy trick he insisted he could pull off, involving a canyon wall and a landspeeder. His friends had wisely disbelieved him, and so he'd been obliged to sneak off with his uncle's to prove it them… Except, that he'd fallen out mid-arc, and landed face down in a pile of bantha fodder. He'd had to slink back home covered in it, to face his uncle's wrath over the dented, hijacked speeder, and his recklessness. His friends had never let him live it down. 

Her father was laughing uproariously, by the time she was through. “Very good, Skywalker! That is even, now - and I'll not soon forget it!”

“Well and good, Majesty - Just don't tell Thrackmaw,” Luke requested with a smile and wink. 

Still laughing, her father waved his hand at them. “We shall see.. I might wish something to hold over your head… Now go enjoy the ball, and we shall see..” -And the king buried his good humor, in his drink. 

And that was that. They drifted back outside. The night air was cool after the hall, heated with so many bodies. The sky had darkened finally to black as they'd made their perambulation, and the midsummer stars had emerged to twinkle. The music came out to them clearly, through the opened glass. He brought them to a secluded end of the great curved patio… Well beyond the light spilling from the party, and the shadows cast by fronds of the great ferns flanking each window. 

They were alone entirely, and pleasantly veiled by the darkness. He rested his forearms on the balustrade and sighed, letting his eyes slip closed. “Well that was a little bit wonderful, I’m afraid. …I have never had so much fun at one of these things, as with you at my side. ..Thank you, Ciri!"

She’d spoken to more people, in that short span, than she had in ages - maybe ever. Almost everyone had smiled at her, when she was with him. …It felt strangely conflicted… fake, yet flattering still. She laughed, and rubbed in against him, and he kissed her temple..then rose up and pulled her in, positioning her between himself and the stone, bare inches apart. "I mean it… thank you for doing this for me, Ciri," he whispered again, "…I know it wasn't easy. And I'm so very grateful, and.. And proud. To receive the privilege." 

His far hand had filled with her hip; his other took her hand and delicately pressed her palm. He was tantalizingly close. 

"..Well you owe me now, privileged boy," she murmured teasingly.

"..I owe you, more than I can say, for everything," he sighed expansively, and she chuckled, and shook her head. "No, you owe me for this specific thing." 

He returned her chuckle. "K. Sorry to obfuscate… How shall I repay you, sweetling?" 

"…I don't know. Maybe you'll just owe me. Indefinitely."

"Mm.. Well I would love to be in your debt indefinitely, princess, for this specific thing."

The earnest underbelly to his tone, made her laugh again. "You're such a glutton, Luke." 

It made him snuff. "You’re not wrong.." he confirmed, "..Well I relish all my ties to you, is all." She smiled warmly, at that. 

A brief pause descended. 

"..You don't actually need, to repay me or anything, you know.." she said quietly into it, "I was just joking. And besides, you've done very much for me, already.."

"No..," he protested, low and gently plaintive, "That's not fair… I tell you how I like my ties to you, and you cut one? ..no fair.."

She gulped, lingering playfulness draining away fully, and considered him - there was nothing conflicted in her feelings about him. She'd worn him that night, like a shield. 

She put her arms around him, and hugged him close, face pressed into his collar… and sought only to mollify him, however that she might. "..D-don't worry…There's plenty. You couldn't possibly run out. I-I'll give you a new one, soon."

Satisfied, he smiled, and tucked his head in against hers. He smoothed his hands along her torso with slow, meandering leisure, until he was squeezing her back. "Well, alright then, Ciri. Thank you, princess. …That'll do nicely."

She didn't let go of him, for a long, long time.  

In fact, she still had not relinquished him, when an unwelcome voice cut through their comfortable silence, some small time later. 

"Are you her sitter, my lord?" Olandria asked. 

He sighed with reluctance, as her innards reflexively knotted… But he didn't, let her go. “Lady Olandria." He managed to make the honorific sound tired. "How ill-mannered." 

Olandria ignored him, to say, "It must get rather time-consuming, comforting her all the time.. weak-bellied as she is. What patience you must have. Did you hone that as a Jedi?"

For a moment she couldn't believe, the woman had spoken to him thus, openly. It was the most brazen, she'd ever been - except before her own friends. 

…It took him a while, to answer. He'd clenched his jaw and hugged Ciri closer.. 

Then he was slowly exhaling.. nudging his face into her hair, deliberately relaxing his jaw, rubbing his knuckles softly along her form. Her organs gradually unspooled, along with his touch.

"..You're mistaken," he flatly corrected, at last. "Your princess is comforting me." 

…His voice dropped, and he added soft as thought, into Ciri's ear, "…And I am more comforted by her, than I've ever felt in my life." -And he pressed her ear, with a sweet kiss.

Ciri felt warm, everywhere. By his hands, his torso, his breath.. his words. And Olandria was there like a cold wind out of doors. She'd never felt so insulated. It was fantastical. …She tightened her arms around him, pressed in beside her cozy fire… and found herself content, to let him handle the woman, how he would. 

…His assertion, seemed to have given her pause, anyway, since she wasn’t speaking further.

"….You know your jealousy does not befit you, Olandria," he resumed momentarily, "..It will only bring you ill."

"Jealous??" she exclaimed, "-You think I'm jealous?!" 

"..it's obvious," he agreed… sounding a tad recalcitrant to discussion. 

"-Of just what, exactly? Of you, buzzing around her, incessantly?? You think too highly of yourself."

He smiled, against Ciri's hair, cuddling her closer and kissing her tresses. "Maybe of that, a little… But I'm sure, that the more you knew me, the less of me you would want." There was a pause, and Luke stroked palms comfortingly along her back.. then gave answer, vaguely amused. "…Of what. Don't you know?"

"Surely I do not," Olandria stated precisely, then struck cruelly, "-Were you referring to her poor grooming? Or to her utter isolation?" 

Luke swallowed, against her, eyes slipping shut, and pressed a kiss firmly to her temple. -Could Olandria tell, how he was clutching her very, very close, his fingers taking purchase in her clothes? ..This closeness was everything to her.. was the precise opposite, of isolation.. 

"..I'm referring to her Highness's position, as you well understand. I doubt you are truly so unreflective as that."

"-hmmh," Olandria tossed noncommittally at the prospect, "..It's true she's rather ameritorious. 'Jealousy' though… that's a stretch." 

Her words ended with a bit less enthusiasm, though, than how they'd first begun. 

"…Spending your focus on what your princess has that you think you would better deserve, does not benefit you, Olandria. …Haven't you noticed? Doesn't it sting?" He spoke in a tone born of Ciri's presence in his arms… somehow calm and soft, yet ruffled by an impassioned undercurrent. 

Uncharacteristically, Olandria was silent. ..Was she actually thinking about it? 

"…You could let it go," he suggested, after a space.

Olandria's jaw clenched, "-I told you there is nothing to let go of."

"...all the easier, then," he insisted, quietly dogged. 

There came another silence. 

And then Olandria's harsh "tsk," uttered at the top of a sharp turn and her departure. 

The silence gradually grew back in comfort, afterwards.

"…you sent her away," Ciri eventually broke it, softly. 

He sighed, shoulders heaving. "..I did my best," he permitted. 

"..I've never been able to send her away," she mused in dawning amazement. 

"..I- I couldn't have known, that she would leave, Ciri," he whispered into their embrace.

"She doesn't, leave," Ciri informed him, "I leave.. Thank you." 

"….I'm sorry, for what she said," he mouthed, with a frown she couldn't see. 

“…it’s… It’s alright, Luke. I-it’s… sad, a little, for you to hear. B-but, you make me feel like… Y-you, make me feel, um.” -She thought, blinking, about how to express what she’d felt. 

He'd made her feel exquisitely safe, and protected. He also made her feel…the urgency, of her need to keep him. It made her nervous, because she couldn't control it. Long had she avoided, setting anything into anyone's hands. Feeling the care he took with her now, was… Wonderful, yet frightening, all at once. 

She couldn’t help trusting him. 

“You make me feel, like… I-I’m OK, if.. if, I'm with you,” she said smally. 

He pulled back, a wave of feeling spilled across his pretty face… 

"…Ciri…  that.. You–” 

-His words cut off with a frustrated little sound dying in his throat as he stirred, frowning, and kissed her with pressing indelicacy, as his fingers wound into her hair. 

"-You, mean quite a lot, to me, Highness," he husked, when he finally let her breathe, "you mean very, very much." 

Then he seemed to realize what he'd just done, and abruptly released his grip. "-S-sorry," he stuttered, "Ciri, I–" 

She gulped…feeling as possessive of him, as she ever had. She grabbed his collar in her fist and pulled him down, and very nearly tried to crush him with her arm around the small of his back, as she returned the kiss. A surprised little sound startled in his throat, but he did not resist… 

"Luke..," she began, when she was done. 

"…yes?" he answered, voice thick, the word dragging through it. 

His closeness was heady enough, for her to dare risk it. 

“…Will you stay with me tonight, Luke? I-I….  I long, to remain in your company.”

It was truer than she knew how to express. She waited, as insects eclosed en masse in her stomach, for his reply.

It took but a moment.. And then he was nodding, somberly. …He was looking at her intently with those big, soft blue eyes, that wetly reflected the distant starlight… 

And very, very carefully he began leaning in… until he was kissing her, just once, and slow, and gentle, his satiny lips purposefully caressing hers, as his palm cupped her skull and thumb rubbed over her ear. 

“..I would, so love to,” he breathed, brow pressed to hers.

A warm anticipation spilled over in her chest, leaving her drenched. 

“Th-the–   -the whole night, right?” she stuttered quietly, needing it to be fully explicit.  

He softly huffed, and blushed, and gave a gentle smile. ���y-yes, Ciri,” he nodded, “..the whole night.”

"..T-then… T-then, take me out of here? ..I think this party's done, or I with it."

"yes, Ciri," he mouthed, obediently. 

And bit his lip, as he gradually, almost reluctantly loosened his embrace…let his hands slip down her body…

Relinquishing her, he stepped back, to compose himself. Watching her all the while. "..All the sudden, my heart's beating so fast," he remarked, barely audibly.

It knocked loose a short, shy laugh from her chest, and she nodded. "-M-mine too," she concurred.

The corner of his mouth twitched up. "I know," he confirmed on a breath. It made her blush. Of course he did.

He cleared his throat, as he straightened his back and held out his arm. "..Highness, please allow me to escort you home," he offered politely, and she nodded gratefully and took it.

He led her back through the party, wending through the crowd and around the carousing dancers in the hall’s middle, to the entryway… 

And abruptly they were alone, besides a couple of guards; and the sounds of music and chatter that had loomed so clear and present were muted, behind masonry, and distance.

He looked over to her with a sweet, slightly shy little lopsided smile. “At ease, soldier,” he murmured softly - absolutely, adorably cute. As she chuckled, he let his arm gently drop…his fingers slid down her forearm, into her palm. She squeezed him back, firmly, fingers interlocking his. 

She grinned at him… And he blushed, gratifyingly. 

…And as they walked, she thought about what she’d asked him for, that had made him so bashful. 

Somehow, despite how affectionate and flirtatious he’d been with her all evening… She couldn’t believe he’d said yes. 

…She wouldn’t have to tell him goodbye. It was the hard little ending, to every day… completely commonplace, and never just that easy. But one simple question and tonight, all the sudden… it wouldn’t come. 

Her mind kept terminating there, in warm heat. 

“…What are you thinking of?” he asked softly. His pretty cheeks were still pink. 

Her own abruptly bloomed, with hot blood. 

“I… I’m thinking how unfortunate, th-that I sleep so far,” she offered… Not wishing to lay her thoughts entirely bare, just then, there in the hall. 

He huffed a laugh, and gave her a gratified smile. “Bad planning,” he lamented, “…Who’s responsible for this? You ought to fire your architect.”

She smiled at the joke… then something occurred to her, that threatened to fill her with chagrin. “..You don’t know the half of it,” she warned, her steps slowing. 

“Oh no,” he observed, with mild trepidation. 

“Yes…,” she stopped walking, “Luke, we’re going the wrong way….    We have to go get the Sonenmead, first.”

“Oh no…,” he repeated, more seriously, “…It can’t wait?" 

“..T-they’ll finish it tonight… It’s bad luck, they’d say, o-otherwise.”

“..It’s bad luck I’m not holding you, yet,” he gently groused. “-Well, to the kitchens… We’ll hit them fast. -Ciri, your house is too big.”

She laughed, as they reversed their path down the hall.

They found the plain stair down to their destination, as he asked with warm humor, “-So, they’re supposed to finish all of it tonight… Am I getting you into trouble? …Having you smuggle out the special decoction…subverting the ritual…  -Will the harvest fail, because of us?”

Chuckling at his irreverence, she shook her head, “No… J-just keep your mouth shut about it and we’ll be fine…”

With a laugh, he agreed, “Understood, princess. One shut mouth, coming right up.”

“I-I didn’t mean it like that,” she protested. 

He grinned. “I know, Ciri. Don’t worry, I’m very talkative… yet aptly discreet.” 

He was, and when they got to the kitchens, she grabbed a couple of large wineskins off the rack and crossed to the great mead barrels, trading a couple of greetings on the way. She filled their skins to the mouth from the barrel currently tapped… There were two more besides, yet untouched. The party they’d left was still young, measured so. It was a prodigious volume to consume of an evening, but she knew the kitchen staff and any interested maids and groundskeeps and even guards were handily helping out on the backend, and by morning the job would be well and done. 

They climbed the long stair to her rooms swiftly, taking the steps two at a time, until she inevitably tired - for though well used to her daily ascent, she had never attempted it so quickly, before. …When she stopped to draw breath and recover, he put an arm about her shoulders, hooked the other behind her thighs, and easily scooped her up into the air.

She struggled to regulate her disordered breathing, as she found herself suspended in his arms, held close against his chest. 

“..Is that better?” he asked, a glint in his eye. 

“..Y-yeah,” she breathily confirmed, cradling the wineskins even as he cradled her. 

With a grin, he leaned in to friendlily nuzzle their noses….  and as she giggled he resumed the climb, huffing deeply but still maintaining his prior pace.

..Her chuckling eased, replaced with wonder. She had failed to keep up carrying herself, at this pace. Now carrying her wasn’t even slowing him down. …She was embarrassed, to have so much less stamina than him. 

“…Luke, are you using the Force..?” she asked hushedly, “...Or.. is this how strong you are?”

He barked out a laugh. “I’m using the Force a bit,” he allowed between breaths, “…You live very high.”

She smiled. ..She was a little guilty, to be mollified by the labor of his response. 

When at last they reached the level of her rooms, he drew a deep breath and leaned against the wall to recover - though he declined, to let her down. She watched him, until he peaked out at her from under one eyelid, and made her laugh. 

…Her door opened accommodatingly before them, as they approached. 

Her sitting room was darkened.. lit only by the warm glow of her corner lamp. She heard the door quietly click closed behind them. 

“Mission accomplished,” he commented. 

She flushed, and nodded. “Very good, Skywalker. You’re the treasure of the team.”

He chuckled, lightly embarrassed. “This team is nothing without you. ..Where shall we drop this?”

She pointed to her coat rack by the lamp, and in a step he stood before it, so she could hang the skins. 

And then he carefully set her down, at last… He ran his hands down her sides and smoothed out her leathers, then let them trail back up to hover, just above her jaw. His breath remained lightly agitated. The warm, pink-tinged light of her lamp draped his cheeks…

His soft fingertips delicately touched her skin.. then his warm palm… 

His thumb gently wandered into her soft bottom lip and she heard his breath catch, watched his mouth go slack and blue eyes dilate to black under his lowered lids. The change wrung out her insides. 

Without a word, he let his fingers wend into her hair, and gave her a single, deep kiss.

She returned it, letting her tongue shyly into his mouth to brush along the top of his. She heard the air forcefully exhale out of his nostrils, felt it gust against her face - and then her bottom lip was being tugged into his mouth.

It moistly slipped free. “…You have no idea how much I wanted to do this tonight, princess..,” he husked…  and she realized, that she was blushing. 

Before she could reply, his hot, velvety mouth dipped to hers again, tongue licking over her lips and gently in between… 

She ran the border of her hand up under the angle of his jaw to hold him, and messily kissed him back… to which he responded, with easy enthusiasm. He surprised her by indulgently lathing his tongue up the side of her face, causing a small startled cry to rise in her throat, then chuckled with merriment as he reclaimed her mouth. He held her firmly while kissing her, methodically, but hungrily, sucking air in through his nose as he pressed himself to her.

…And at last he released her, to loudly draw down breath.

Their exhalations mingled, in the little space between their mouths… His spit was smeared messily across her mouth, and hers on his. Shivering, she looked up at him… 

Perhaps it was just the mead, but she’d never seen him, quite like this. His face sheened in the pinkish (rose) glow of her lamp. His pretty blue eyes were all blown out and overcast. A hedonistic languor had come over his expression, softening his fine features like a veil… He was beautiful, past reality.

A moment passed in pregnant silence, as he considered her in return, with those darkened pupils. And then he almost ruefully muttered, “…I don’t know how… I found it at all manageable, not to kiss you, all the time, before…” 

The comment caused a surprised giggle to stop up in her throat. 

..And a small smile curled the corners of his lips, setting his beauty, and her heart, alight. He lifted his hand, and scrolled his thumb along her cheek, dreamily, patiently searching her face. 

There was an undercurrent in her, of the most intense safety and satisfaction… yet she couldn’t shake the upswellings of nervousness.. which then frilled off as excitement, or sometimes vice versa, to end against the horizon of his body heat. He was practically hers, this night..! At last. It was nearly a torment.

..She composed herself sufficient to inform him helpfully, “L-Luke, you… Y-you know you can manage anything you set out to.”

That made him grin and look to the side, huffing a bashful laugh, his blush deepening.. and was so very worth it. “-Well, I managed to attract you,” he acknowledged, slyly looking back. 

-And that marked it her turn to blush. She broke his gaze and cast her eyes down to her toes. “..well s-surely, ‘s.. not really much accomplishment..” she mumbled. 

He nudged his brow into hers, “..I think it is.” 

“-y-you didn’t even h-have to, try..” she protested smally, hands involuntarily knotting in his fancy clothes… then admitted to his chest, “I-I’ve been, a… L-Luke, I’ve been a-attracted, from the first time you….  s-smiled at.. m-me..”

He gently lifted her chin with his finger.. His cheeks were dissolved into one of those pretty smiles, again. …And then he dipped his neck, and kissed her, soundly. 

“..is that what it was..?” he murmured, against her mouth, “I wasn’t sure…”

His voice dropped lower, “…in any case, cute little princess.. I actually did have to try. …I’ve been pursuing you, near so long… you’re shyer than I could dream. ..It was not easy, to have you feel easy enough, to kiss me, at last. …I am not about, to relinquish, this accomplishment…” -And he sealed his words, with a searching kiss, frank and full of his tongue. 

A scintillating buoyancy threatened to flip her heart. The way he spoke of her timidity, made it almost seem… desired. 

-Embarrassing, how well she liked that prospect. 

“..I-I.. well I d-don’t know where I got the.. the c-courage.. t-to do that..” she breathed when she could. Her belly was smoldering. 

Doubtless, it had been one of the most personally anomalous moments of her life. 

He grinned, rakish.. nudged his forehead into hers. “-Well, you’re brave. I keep telling you… But also, I made you feel very, very comfortable,” a note of soft pride entered his voice, “..hence the accomplishment.”

She play-cautiously smiled up at him, and gratefully agreed, “Y-you always do.”

His smile widened. “Wonderful. -See?”

She laughed, in spite of herself, “a-alright…S-so it is, then. Um. An accomplishment.” 

And for a moment, he appeared incredibly self-satisfied. 

A pause descended. 

She couldn’t believe this sweet man was here. 

“..Thanks, for.. a-accepting my invitation, tonight, Luke,” she said into the lull, wonderingly. 

“thanks for extending it, beautiful,” he answered her, soft and immediate. …Then he glanced down between them, cocked his head and gave her a lopsided little grin. “..well, and you can always kick me out, you know. No hard feelings. ..Just to say.”

Breath harshly left her chest, “-as if.”

He blushed. She watched the color rise. 

She gathered her courage. “..I um,  ..I-I miss you… at night, Luke,” she confessed bashfully. “…A… A lot. So.. I-It’s very nice, to have you.. h-here.”

His blush deepened; his eyes softened kindly. “..I miss you at night, too, Ciri,” he mouthed, near silence, “..It means a lot to me, to be asked to stay.”

She nodded, swallowing, and didn’t fully trust her voice.

Presently, he grinned, and pulled her into him, tight about the middle. “..well, and so what d’you wanna do with me… Now that you’ve got me here, pretty girl?” 

She nearly blanched. “..I-I’m not sure I know..” she laughed faintly - abruptly confronted with the monument of her inexperience. 

…But he twirled a lock of her hair, beside her cheek. “..you don’t know at all..?” he gently teased, and cocked his head, “…Well, where would you like me to sleep? -I could lay guard at the foot of your bed…”

She startled, “-w-what?” 

-And knocked out of her unsurety. “-W-with me, obviously!” she answered swiftly amidst a tiny frown, hands tightening in his tunic. 

His grin broadened, and he chuckled happily. “-I was hoping, you’d say so. …Well, so you do know, something, at least..”

Breathy laughter skittered out from between her lips, “yeah, I know something.”

He brought her in closer, with his arms. “what else?       ….what do you normally do in here, sweet girl? …What would you be doing, right now, if I wasn’t here..”

“..I-I’d be, thinking about you,” she hushedly admitted. 

“aww… Ciri..” he breathed, in tone almost of protest. 

“…well, I would… I’d be stood right here by the door.. th-thinking of you..” She was lifting, slightly, in his arms… He pulled her up into a softly silencing kiss, and her thoughts cut short. “…that’s very flattering, Ciri..you’re the sweetest little thing..” He gave her another, fingers in her hair.

She reached up to gain a handhold in his, and aggressively tried to eat him in exchange. He laughed merrily as her teeth scraped his chin. 

“you make me so happy… What else do you do, when I’m not here, precious?”

“nothing..” she said. He kissed her swiftly once more, “..be serious.”

“..n-nothing interesting,” she corrected, “I brush my teeth and ch-change and, get into bed..   …well, I used to read, but…” 

He nipped the tip of her nose, so that she giggled. “-but what?” 

“..I don’t have time, or mind for it, anymore… I’m always coming back here so late, and tired, a-and then I’m…” Her mind cast back to those first few moments after closing her door… during which her subconscious seemed to gradually come aware, of his absence. “…w-well, like I said… I just miss you.”

He acknowledged it with a nod, a tiny frown troubling his brow. “..I’m sorry for your reading time, Ciri,” he offered. 

She huffed. “You’re…  -Don’t be. I’ve read, lots, a-already.”

“…k.”

His brow eased. 

..And he sedately leaned in to place his lips beside her ear, and whispered deliberately, “I wish I could say I’m sorry for you to miss me, sweet princess, I really do… but I’m not….”

Somehow, those words sent a wave rolling through her innards, gelling them… leaving them there to thicken. 

“th-th-that’s ok..Luke..” she faintly remitted. 

He gave her a slow, toothy grin, and took a lengthy kiss. “...thanks for your understanding.” He gently reached up, and tucked the hair he’d twirled behind her ear. “…anyway, I’m here, now, precious… so we can both count, the missing-each-other part, as done, yeah?”

“L-Lucky us,” she managed through a warm haze, feeling it deeply. 

“Yes.. Very lucky, for us,” he agreed, nudging her brow, and whispered, “…um. 

And well, I don’t know just when you wanna do all that… With me. Bedtime stuff. …But maybe, it makes sense, to plan?”

She nodded, guts softly quivering with a sudden onrush of heady anticipation… to have a bedtime coming up, with him. “..y-yeah, l-let’s plan,” she tried to keep her voice steady. 

He gently smiled acknowledgment, waited a moment.. then said pregnantly, “..how do you feel about the inside of my mouth?”

She flushed darkly, and involuntarily squirmed. “I-I… I h-hope you know I love it, Luke,” she answered in a bare squeak. 

Now he blushed, and gave half a pleased laugh. “no, I meant… in connection with your toothbrush, princess. Sorry…to be unclear.”

Her eyes widened, slightly. “-Oh!  ….um.. oh. ..w-well, I feel fine about it, Luke. Y-you can use my toothbrush… i-if, you feel fine about it, too..”

He nodded in confirmation, and said earnestly, “I trust your mouth completely.”

It made her laugh, and relax, and he smiled, feeling it. 

Then he thought, for a while, lightly biting his lip. 

“…well, what do you wear?” he asked finally, bellyless… almost silent. 

She blushed. “y-you saw..”

He made a little noise of acknowledgement, in his throat. It seemed he knew exactly what she was talking about… That alone, was enough to send a little flare of heat, rushing over her form. “…cute,” he breathed, and a little puff of air started out of her throat. 

A moment passed, as his lambent eyes considered her. 

The tip of his tongue lightly touched his lip. “….and, what… What, would you like me, to wear?” 

“-u-um!” she squeaked. 

His eyes flicked down, then back to hers, and he blushed, floridly… But past that he only waited for her, with seeming patience. 

She’d thought about this, betimes, already. What he might wear.. to bed. -Not seriously, of course. And surely she would never dare tell him to wear anything, other than whatever he normally did… But then she realized, that whatever that was, he didn’t have it. Not with him, here, in her private rooms.

“I, um… I… H-Have some shorts, that.. might f-fit you..” she offered him shyly. They were baggy, on her… She had to use the drawstring, to wear them. 

“..thank you, Highness,” he whispered, demurely, meeting her gaze with a little smile, “that’ll do nicely.” Her heart flipped, in her chest. 

Because that meant, didn't it, that she would see…  

She dropped her eyes down, in anticipatory embarrassment. 

..They found his fancy gold-hemmed tunic, and the seam where it opened, down the front. …And she remembered the body, underneath. She couldn’t help it. He was so beautiful…   And all the sudden, tonight, possibly… probably.. Most Certainly, she would see, touch…   More, of him, than before. 

It was completely overwhelming to her comprehension. 

Impulsively, she reached out. Her fingers met fabric, instead of skin…but she could feel the gentle give of the muscle underneath, when pressed. ..Dimly she remembered she ought to say something, probably. “sh-shall I… go get them? ..you could see..,” she offered, near soundless. His eyes had cast down.. watching her.

Her fingertip lightly caught on one of the delicate clasps, holding closed the tunic, at its seam. …She looked at the little clasp, and briefly pictured undressing him. His chest slowly uncovered, and brought to light, before her eyes. ..There was more than one way, to see him as a gift. Her cheeks warmed at this reflection. 

He let time pull into an exaggerated pause, before answering. 

Then he licked his lips. 

“only… if you aren’t busy, gorgeous..” he carefully intoned. 

She thought about that. “..b-busy..” Of course, she wasn’t busy. With what, would she be busy? 

-She blushed. 

…Surely, he didn’t mean..?

His voice held a gentle waver, underneath. “..you seem, like you might be.. a little bit, busy,” he helpfully suggested, “…I-I.. I would fain, interfere..”

She looked into his face, gauging his expression. ..He had on a look, of almost vulnerable wanting…his blue eyes rose to meet hers, then deliberately fixed down, on her finger upon the clasp, and stayed. ..She blushed all over again, seeing it. 

…And pulled out the little clasp, from its placement. He swallowed. 

And she slipped her knuckle into the slit…almost experimentally, lightly brushed the back of it against his soft sternum. His eyes fell shut.. A tiny sound, rode his exhalation… She let her fingers fall, to another clasp. It shared the first one’s fate… 

Soon she’d opened enough, to easily fit in her hand. ..The svelte flesh of his belly, trembling beneath her touch… She gently stroked her fingertips across it, till they found the little divet of his belly button… stayed, to tease the rim. He accidentally gave her a plaintive little whine, teeth bitten down upon his bottom lip. 

“R-right.. for the soft spot,” he breathed, after. His face was aflame, with blood… 

His reaction, nearly had her choke. -Was this real? 

“s-sorry.. n-not to wait..” she sheepishly apologized, feeling hopelessly decadent.

“well please don’t say that,” he whispered breathlessly, “please..  just. please put your hands on me..”

She would do anything, to ease the tone she'd heard.

Swiftly, she undid the rest of the clasps.. let his tunic fall open.. Almost reverently, her fingertips returned to grace his skin. She briefly closed her eyes. …This warmth, smooth friction…   it was just what she’d wanted, after all…    

She let her fingertips gently track up over his ribs, to his chest. Lightly exploratory. Her palm, made the journey back. She remembered the way, still… from before. There was the ridge, underneath his ribs. It curved, as it traveled down his sides. He breathed haltingly beneath her touch, eyes fallen shut as his hands clenched upon her hips. Hers to observe. 

“..w-what do you n-normally wear, Luke?” she asked him softly, as she stroked down his belly. 

“..m-my… my underwear,” he bashfully revealed. Her innards swelled with heat. 

…For, if that was so, then.. maybe… 

Her palms paused, flat against his ribs, and she hesitated. 

…It made his eyes slit open to study her, dazedly careful.

“..um, s-so then… so then, would it be ok if…” …But embarrassingly, she lost her voice. 

He swallowed, hard. “..I don’t know what you could be about to say that I wouldn’t eagerly consent to, Ciri,” he murmured helpfully - and she flushed, imagining that. 

“w-well, what if.. I d-didn’t g-give you a.. a s-s-hirt, L-Luke?” she hushedly, and very bravely asked him, with bright red cheeks. 

His own cheeks flowered, as he nodded his assent. Tongued his lip. 

“please, Highness..” he whispered, “..I wish to be your doll. ..dress me, just exactly as you desire.”

That did make her choke, to her utter chagrin.

..How on earth did he say such things?

She gave up the ghost of a bashful laugh, trying hard to right herself. “o-oh! ..I n-never.. p-played with.. my dolls,” she whispered lamely, looking down, “my governess always said… i-it was, such a waste..”

Somehow, that silly comment earned her his smile. He snuffed, and raised his hand, to softly stroke knuckles along her cheek. “well I hope you find me more to your liking, my liege..” 

And he dipped his neck, let his thumb carefully caress over her lips, and slipped his mouth onto hers… 

Why did she get the feeling, he was trying to comfort her, with his kiss? ..Why, was it working, so well?

“t-t-thank you, Luke,” she husked softly when he let her go, “..I-I.. I v-very much more than like you, I h-hope you know..”

It made him grin, sunnily abrupt, with pleasure. “You are in my heart, precious,” he breathed, and gave her another sweetly deliberate kiss. 

..He released her, to softly clear his throat. “And, um… well, it won’t much matter, if you give me another shirt, if… if, you don’t finish taking off the old one… will it?” he quietly suggested. 

She could only blush, as a tiny surprised meep issued out between her lips. 

She slid her hands up his warm chest, underneath the panels of his tunic… over his collar bones and onto his strong, solid shoulders, pushing the fabric up before her. 

She pushed it back off of them, and it fell to hang from his arms. 

He kept an arm securely about her, as he let go with the other, and offered it her. Understanding, blushing.. she tugged on the sleeve, helping him out of it. …Then he switched arms, held the freed one out straight and let his tunic drop off it onto the floor.  

“..there…thank you, Highness… is this better?” He sighed, wrapping both arms tightly around her, to hold her in close. 

Not trusting her voice, she nodded against his shoulder. “uh…h-huh..”

He smiled, gingerly… nudged against her, “..I think so… you know Ciri, your hands feel incredible..” 

..She’d let them slowly begin to wander him, again. Her right was just then easing laterally across his ribs, just under his pec.

“s-s-so do.. y-yours,” she breathed back, momentarily. 

“…and I’ve thought about this,” he continued softly, “…Ever since the day you first did it.”

She gulped. 

“y-you have?”

His brow knitted earnestly, as he nodded his head, yes.

“..I-I haven’t been brave enough, to do it again,” she breathed. 

“..you’re doing it, now.”

“...y-you used to think of excuses, to h-hold me,” she said, remembering. 

“I couldn’t think of an excuse for why I need you to take off my shirt.” 

Her laughter barked. “o-o-oh…f-fair.”

…His grin, slowly faded. 

“…what about you? ..what are you wearing under this, Ciri? …can I undo this..?” He gave a little tug, on one of the straps holding together the sides of her leather jerkin. She gasped, quietly, in spite of herself…and swiftly nodded. 

…His fingers softly undid the buckle, releasing the strap. The fit of her jerkin loosened. 

His fingers trailed up to find the next strap.

“I h-have… A-a shirt, -u-underneath,” she managed to answer him at last, her throat gone dry. 

He blinked, nodding. “…I didn’t know…how much was ok to take off…that night. so I just did your boots. ..May I?”

She nodded, immediately. He undid the next strap’s buckle. Her garment loosened further. “Y-you c-could have t-taken off… th-this part…th-they’re not comfortable to wear…w-without something under..”

“…sorry you had to sleep in it.”

She laughed abruptly, in embarrassment. “…i-it’s o-ok..” She couldn't even remember which one she’d worn. 

“…can I do the other side, too?” His fingers were already testing the lowest buckle. 

“o-of course..”

So he undid the remaining straps. Her jerkin now sat in front-and-back halves, hung loose upon her frame. …Softly, his hands parted the halves, to find the cloth of her tunic, underneath… He squeezed her sides, and she heard his roughened exhale… Then he pulled her up into a kiss…holding her tightly against him, with his arms wrapped about her back under the back half of the jerkin. She held his neck and shoulders, ran fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck, and kissed him back. 

…When he released her, let her sink back down… it was to gently tug at the front of the stiff jerkin. “how does this work?” he asked, blushing bright red, “I think I might have messed up..”

She laughed, feeling like she just might be in a dream. “y-you’re supposed to open it from the front, Luke… t-the sides are just to adjust the fit..”

He chuckled. “…Ciri, you might have told me..” he lightly complained. His fingers went to the jerkin’s front center, and searched out its laces. ..They were concealed behind a clever leather panel running down the length. 

“I-I was… um, I guess I was a little too d-distracted, t-to.. stop you.. S-sorry.”

He sighed as he found where they were tied at her collar, and undid the bow. “..apology accepted, sweetheart,” he murmured, and kissed her lips, his fingers wrapped in the laces. 

…Then he began methodically pulling them out from their holes. His other arm still wrapped around her back, supporting her faithfully. 

He remarked with humor, “..there’s such a lot.. you do this everyday?”

“w-when I wear the ones that have it,” she acknowledged, “y-you get used to it..”

“and I thought Jedi robes were bad…” He was careful, touching only lightly, selecting and then tugging out each lace…she hardly felt a thing, as he undid the jerkin over her breasts, and then her belly….  And at last it hung off of her, fully individuated into its panels. 

He sighed welcomely, as he let his hands onto her, indulgently squeezing hips and sides and back, over her shirt…and kissed her openly… He casually nudged the jerkin off of her shoulders, and it dropped to the ground behind her feet. She held herself against him, hands searching out purchase on his bare back… his torso was blazing warm… But not so warm, as his mouth. “this is better,” he sighed between suckling kisses, “this is soo much better..” It made her tummy flutter, to hear. She nodded her agreement, as well as she could. The fabric of the shirt shifted across her skin, driven before his hands. She grabbed a handful of his hair, and gently bit his plump bottom lip, and he gasped and returned the favor, squeezing her up to him. 

He kissed her to nonsense, while her insides flowered for him. 

It felt a long while, before he released her… to pant gently, in the dim light…

Her lips lightly stung. He was accommodating her, carefully.. gentling his touch, smoothing her body slowly and sweetly up against his, then nudging his face into her tangled hair and inhaling her scent like he needed it. His arms wrapped her as though she was potentially fragile, and assuredly precious. She could feel his chest, lightly heaving with his breath. She sighed, in amazed contentment, and relaxed into him, fixing her arms about his bare back and lightly snuggling into his skin.

That skin, had a scent. She turned her nose into him, and breathed it in deep…then couldn't keep herself from licking him.. trying to taste, that smell. She was full, inside. Security thrummed through her, and something else… Something high energy that periodically squeezed her heart, according to an unstable waveform. …He was cuddling her, his muscles gently tensing around her in time with the very same rhythm. ..How was that happening? Was he feeling that, too… She sucked him into her mouth, felt his rumbling sigh..and dimly remembered to let him go, sooner than she wished, lest she bruise his perfect skin, once again.  

“..Ciri, you’re soft,” he whispered. She shivered and flushed, everywhere, under his hands. 

“y-you’re.. You’re warm,” she shyly returned. He licked the side of her neck, up to her earlobe, and suckled on it, wetly. “..tha’s good,” he mumbled thickly, “…I’ve thought about this, too… how soft you are, underneath those leathers…”

She felt her stomach grow buoyant, as her breath abruptly decompensated, skidding out. 

“Luke..” she said plaintively. 

“little princess..” he agreed. 

“um,” her voice sounded tiny in her ears, but she gathered her courage. She really didn’t wish, anything else. 

“..I-I’d be softer, in… I-I’d be s-softer, in bed, y-you know,” she suggested shyly. 

She heard the air between his teeth. 

He raised his hand, to gently lift her face. He wore a cute little grin, that made her heart speed, and curled his fingers against her jaw, and let his brow nudge hers. “..do I take it, you’ve figured out what you’d like to do, with me, my lady?” 

She nodded acknowledgement. “y-y-  -Y-Yes..I have.” …It was embarrassing, not to wait. To want it, this badly. But she couldn’t help it. 

His voice was softly pregnant, “then.. May I take you, off to bed, Ciri?”

She blushed, and nodded, “p-please,” she invited him… her voice sounding embarrassingly eager, to her ears. 

His breath huffed out. “-‘nough said, pretty girl. let’s go find me those shorts.” And just like that, her hips were lifting. “..legs up around me, darling.. I’ll carry you,” he whispered.. and, tummy fluttering, she obeyed, wrapping her legs about his waist. He was eager… it eased her abashment. His hands held her securely up against him… His pretty mouth had ended up hair’s-breadth close, so she kissed him, clung to his smooth shoulders, and had him sigh. The kiss had not yet ended, when she felt him surge, forward. 

His stride’s steady lilt was as the movement of the world, or a ship on the sea…  taking her back, to her bed. She felt their passage through her bedroom doorway as a brief stricture of space.. and soon he stopped. Shifted, turned… and they sank… 

Her legs tucked up, shins brushing something soft. He’d taken a seat, on the edge of her bed. 

She kissed him, insistently… urged herself down closer onto him… licked him, closed her fist in his hair and lightly pulled it. His breath broke, in a tiny whimper - and she gently bit his plush lip. He gasped in air, when she let him go. 

A moment passed, as she returned to her senses…awareness, of her perch upon his lap. “-w-where’s.. my shorts, little princess?” he gruffed hazedly, similarly affected. 

She answered him softly, still a little dazed, “…I’ll go get them.”

But his fingers seized, in her shirt. “-don’t go..”

She giggled, involuntarily, “Then what do you want?”

“you,” he mumbled emphatically, “don’t go.. just.. wait… just wait.” His eyes slipped shut, and he nudged his face into the spot where her neck met her chest..nose nestled against her jugular notch. …She slowly ran her fingers through his silken hair, and otherwise was still. 

His breathing gradually stilled. 

..And after a moment he sighed comfortably, murmured against her skin, “I think that mead might be affecting me. ok…I’m ready, now. Where are they, Ciri? Let me do it.”

“th-they’re in, my wardrobe… Bottom-right drawer,” she responded unquestioningly. 

“k..”

She blinked in mild surprise, as she heard little sounds of movement, followed by a soft scraping, and looked ‘round to see… 

That one of her drawers had removed itself from its rungs and lifted into the air, and was approaching them. 

She started giggling. 

His lips graced the base of her neck. “..call me silly, baby…But help me work through this.”

She turned back to him, softly chuckling, “-silly.. Luke, you’re cute..!”

The drawer came to rest helpfully beside them, on the bed. He gently nipped her skin, “Ciri, shorts,” he urged. 

He could not be more endearing. She felt so warmly wanted, set there on top of him…she let her fingertips fondly scrape along his scalp, and smiled, in luxuriance. “of course!” she chirruped.

She rooted through the drawer one-handed, sidelong… refusing, to remove her other from his hair. Near the bottom, she uncovered the garment she sought. “Here they are!” she held them up, triumphantly. 

..The shorts were dark gray worked over in plaid, and supremely soft. “Perfect,” he replied, twisting his neck to see, “thank you, sweetheart..”

“..a-are they… to your liking?” she asked, suddenly bashful. 

“Perfectly,” he warmly agreed, nuzzling her with his nose, “..Though it’s more important, they are to yours..”

..But her mind short-circuited, each time she tried to picture him wearing them. 

“y-you are my liking, Luke..” she shyly replied. 

“cop out,” he mildly accused, retrieving his face from her neck, to regard her, “want me in them?”

She gulped, and felt her innards surge. “…y-yes, I do,” she acknowledged quietly, deeply flushed, “…r-r-  rather m-much..”

He smiled, gently, and reached up… ran his hand up her arm, and over her palm.. till he was lifting the shorts, from her fingertips. “..then you will get, what you desire..” Calmly, he licked over her lips, and kissed her.

“..now hold on… this is a bit delicate, and you’ve made me a mess..”

She waited, as the drawer retreated across the room, admiring the planes of his face. His eyes were fallen closed, again. His mouth, was all too kissable. Obediently, she (followed through on that observation) kissed him not even a little. 

Meanwhile he carefully lined the drawer up with its runners, and slotted it back in its place. 

For some reason, it made her smile. “that can get tough, even from up close,” she observed. 

“-not the master for nothing, ey?” he approved himself, eyes slitting open with a playfully lopsided grin. 

She greeted those pretty blue eyes, with a kiss. “not for nothing, at all,” she agreed wholeheartedly. 

His grin peaked, then slowly faded. “..where’s your sleepclothes, Ciri?” he whispered, earnestly, “..You’re changing too, right?”

“I-I expect so.. Th-they’re on the chair, beside the wardrobe.”

“mm..  …Are they this?” 

It was. She reached out, plucked them from the air. “Yes, thank you….    

“Um, s-so are you ready? ..for letting me g, go?” she teased. -Although the truth was, she was immensely gratified by his clinginess. 

“Well, I won’t ever get you any closer, if I don’t… so. Yes, I think so.”

She smiled. ..Then whispered, “…so who goes first?”

“Lady’s preference.”

She blushed, and prevaricated, “..B-but, I asked you.”

He glanced back to the entrance to her room, appearing to consider.. tongue caught cutely between his lips. 

“…then, how ‘bout.. Both of us?” He looked back to her. “..You take the bathroom, I’ll change in your sitting room.  

You’ll be extra soft and snuggled up with me in half the time.”

She smiled, and nodded. “Very efficient. Good work. Both of us, it is.”

“..are you ready, Ciri?” he asked, soft as breath.

“I think so..”

He smiled back, “Then here we go..”

He stood, and set her carefully on her feet. She disentangled herself, braced herself on his arms, as she stepped back, a couple paces.. 

…And shivered. Everything was cold, from out here. Her insides ached. It was ridiculous to feel this way, so near him. She held her arms in disbelief. 

…Meanwhile he grinned, indulgent yet bashful, and murmured, “..Forgive me, but I sort of like the way you don’t like that…”

She flushed. “..I- I’m pleased to amuse.”

He shook his head. “Amusement isn’t it, precious. Not at all. ..You gratify.” …He took a deliberate step forward, and carefully leaned in to her ear. “…well I can fix it, baby. ..Soon as you’re dressed.”

He was close enough to tickle the little hairs beside her ear, with his breath… And his promise hooked her, like the gills of a fish. Something inside her was undergoing palpitations. 

She nodded, swallowing, and pulled herself together. 

“V-very good, Skywalker,” she announced, nodding. “-Um.” …And, summoning up the image of an authority that felt alien, she raised her arm and pointed imperiously to her bedroom door, through which her sitting room lay. 

He grinned, suddenly sheepish, and laughed, the blood marked high and bright on his cheeks. He stepped back, bent and snagged his shorts from the bed. “At once, Highness,” he agreed, obediently ducking his head. It made her blush deepen. 

…He lifted his fingers and let them trail down her outstretched arm, as he stepped past, looking back at her with that shy, gentle grin. She snuffed, and laughed, her composure breaking.. And squeezed his hand, when he was about to be past. He squeezed back, gave her a great big smile that warmed her heart, and a wink. ..Then he was gone. 

She spent a moment just stood there, eyes fixed on the closed bedroom door. 

Then she gulped. 

And turned, and marched into her bathroom. 

She changed, fecklessly, her movements perfunctory and imprecise. 

Until she stumbled, hopped and near-collapsed while putting her second foot through the waistband of her shorts, catching herself just in time on the counter… then spent a moment standing there just clutching it. 

Her heart pounded away in her chest. …She recognized that she had never been, so buzzingly excited. The mead was gently softening all the outer world’s edges, but couldn’t touch these internal. 

All those lonely nights… Now, it seemed that he would fall so easily into her bed. 

She couldn’t believe how little she had given him to wear. Her body blossomed, with warm censure. How dare she? And only so that she might see more of his pretty, pretty skin, how base was that… 

..But then, he’d said..he said he usually only wore underwear. Her flush deepened. ..Well shorts were more than that, at any rate. Perhaps she was not so crass.

…In any case he hadn’t been put off by her suggestions. Not in the slightest. Rather, he’d been….  faintingly eager. 

She felt a little faint herself, reflecting thus.

She breathed, deliberately, and deep… calmed herself, some… and finally finished dressing, with more care. 

She emerged to find him seated in her bed, the covers drawn down and pooled about his pelvis. He was arranging her pillows. It instantly made her smile. 

He looked up and returned her grin, his face breaking apart into sparkly warmth. “Did I do ok?” he asked softly, gesturing to indicate the pillows. 

At first she could only nod, her throat closed off. She didn’t give a tinker’s dam about the pillows. 

He was such a heady admixture of extremes… his intensely cute, disarming mannerisms, to which she’d grown so accustomed, in that moment seemed almost contradicted by the beautiful masculinity of his muscled torso. He’d made her bed over into something fantastical, something so far from ordinary, just by sitting in it… And yet, he seemed to belong there, effortlessly. 

Her shorts were just visible on his hips, poking out above the covers. 

She put her hand to her mouth, tried to stop staring at his belly. He was there.  “-Y-Yes, Luke,” she managed to croak, “very well.”

He grinned broadly, as he patted the spare space on the mattress beside him, gazing at her expectantly. 

..Her legs began to work, carrying her to him. 

“You’re so pretty..,” he murmured, dreamily quiet, scanning her up and down as she neared. She huffed in embarrassment, and mounted onto the bed. “I-I don’t hold a c-candle to you.. You look like a.. a-a dream..” she blushingly confessed, as she reached for his hand. ..He laughed gently, taking it, “you make me feel so special..”

“-you are special, Luke..”

“..but I’m just a man. And this, is no dream…” He held her waist.. and drew her in… 

Her thigh slid against his beneath the covers, and the softness of skin on skin gave her a jolt. Despite herself she gasped in surprise… 

He grinned, knowingly, and pulled her up against him. His heat seared along her body. “..I like you in your pj’s, Ciri,” he husked. “I don’t know if I told you before..how much. -Very much.” Then he dipped his neck, and gave her a deep, measured kiss. 

..She had only ever thought of her bedclothes as comfortable. Never likable as in… Like, how he seemed to mean. 

…They were, thin. His proximity had made her poignantly well aware, of that. 

“th-th-th-thank you, L-Luke,” she meeped. 

Her discomfit made him chuckle. “..You’re so sweet and cute.. my bashful little girl…” …And his satiny mouth, found hers, once more.. 

She didn’t understand, why she loved for him to think of her this way. Sweet… cute… bashful… They were not the descriptors she would have wished for herself, ever before. Now the light of his appreciation was imbuing them with some new attraction. She fixed her arms about him and hugged, trying to hold as much of him, as she could.

As her heart beat, he leaned back, into the pillows, taking her down with him… sparing a hand briefly to yank the covers up over them, covering them in shadow. Then he gripped her hip and confidently pulled her in…so that her legs parted, around one of his. She shuddered, and eeped, waves of pleasure washing over her as his meaty thigh slid up between hers. She clamped on it. She couldn’t help it. Her helpless moan died inside his warm mouth, alongside his appreciative sigh. 

She quickly lost her bearings, under the sheets. His body blazing along hers, and how she twined with it… that was what she could feel, the only thing she could orient by. He was become North. She kissed him messily, pressed up against him…rose her hand up his body into his hair, and let herself squeeze him, along the way… Now she had a proper grip, on her compass. She wriggled her glowing groin into him, and he tensed his arm and urged her snuggly in, by reply.   

“is it better like this, baby?” he whispered teasingly. 

Her world was composed of soft fire. “y-  y-you k-know that it is, L-Luke,” she accused plaintively. 

“I know it,” he agreed huskily. “I like to hear you say it…,” and he suckled her bottom lip, powerfully, into his hot mouth. “it’s.. it’s b-better, L-Luke,” she stumbled, “m-much better.. t-thank you..” 

“so polite.. you’re very welcome, baby.” He kissed her again. 

..His big, strong hands were kneading her, through her shirt, making her tingle.. 

..She was about to come apart. She was sure of it. 

She thought again, of how he was mostly bare skin, beneath her. 

…And, curiously - even, as he might say, bravely, she trailed her palm, down his side… to his hip, to the curve of his cresting ala… and followed its ridge, as it plunged… Down, into the waistband of her shorts. 

Something about the soft fabric beside his smooth skin made the moment seem, hyperreal. -Meanwhile he was sighing and wetly kissing her mouth. 

Trembling, burning up inside… she dipped her fingertips beneath the waistband. 

Under it was more fabric, and her fingers quickly found their way likewise beneath that. His hip lay underneath. …Exquisitely conscious of his soft skin stretched over his pelvic girdle, the light friction between it and her questing fingertips, she searched deeper….  Until his waistband was ridden up against her lower knuckles. 

Then he ran his tongue along her jaw, up into her ear - And abruptly she returned to her senses, somelike, and realized what she was doing, and blanched. 

“S-s-sorry!” she stuttered, yanking back her hand. “I-  um, I’m- s-s-” 

Protest rumbled in his chest, as he raised his hand, to gently stay her arm, from moving any farther from his waist. “ssshhh…,” he whispered, calming, “don’t apologize.”

“-um? n-no?” she asked tinily. 

“Touch me however you like, I said… I meant it, princess.” He softly slid his fingers up her arm to lightly twine hers, and she seized his hand, firmly. “You far from disturb me.” 

“o-oh.. s-so..i-i-is this…?” she began.

..He carefully placed his lips, beside her ear, and breathed, “…I’d like to wrap myself up with a bow, and have you undo it.”

It was as though he’d filled her chest with volatile fumes, and lit a match. She tried not to whimper, or rub herself against him.. as she bit her lip and loosed her grip, returned her hand to his flesh, and let it trail back down, into his shorts, into his underwear. Where she palmed his bare hip. 

…His whole hip, skin and fat and muscle wrapped over the buried head of his femur. She rubbed her thumb across the crest’s diving ridge, to make sure of it. His glute was under her fingertips. Inches below her hand, his thigh emerged from the shorts she’d given him. If she was touching him here, he might as well be wearing nothing. 

And inches to the side… 

She may well have been ignorant and sheltered, but she knew what it was that lay, just inches to the side. Thinking of it was making her unbelievably warm, and only slightly intimidated. 

He swathed the shell of her ear, with his tongue, and gently teethed the cartilage. She focused back on the flesh she held in her hand, and began massaging him… letting her thumb press into his musculature...

She had to bite the inside of her cheek, to keep herself quiet. 

“Ciri..” he rasped. 

“-y-yes?” she answered weakly. 

“let me? Let me touch you too… Underneath this,” he implored, catching up the cloth of her shirt in his fist. 

-No sooner did she comprehend, than she was nodding emphatically, in the most encouraging way she knew how, anticipation roiling in her pelvis. 

“mm–Mm-hmm!” she made sure to squeak, in case.. Just in case, her nod had not been affirmation, clear enough. 

…And he hummed acknowledgement, kissing her deeply, and his hands slipped gently up under her shirt.. onto her back. 

She felt his shaky exhalation, and shivered, at the warmth… as his palms squeezed… and rubbed… then slid slowly along her skin, up her spine…

She lost control and whimpered, recklessly, into his neck, roughly squeezing his hip - provoking his roughened huff, “Force..!” 

It was warm; so warm, and… 

Intimate. 

She wanted to press up into them. His warm hands. They were continuing to rise, fingers tracking sedately back and forth across each vertebra as they went; soon they had traveled so far up her back, that his forearms were begun wending under the shirt, too… She felt almost…

She felt almost naked. 

“L-L-Luke,” she stuttered, and steadied herself by gripping him tight. His arms were touching so much of the surface area of her bare back….    No one had ever, touched her here. Not in her living memory. 

She blushed, realizing this might be how he felt, about her hand on his hip, still holding him inside his clothes. 

“-Ciri baby,” he grated, husky and low, his voice rumbling right through her core, “-why is it that every kriffing inch of you is so kriffing perfect-!”

She sweltered. He thought so? 

His hands didn’t stop rising, until his fingers found her shoulder blades. Her shirt had been pushed halfway up her stomach, to admit his forearms, by then. Tingles were racing down along her back, from each point of contact between his skin and hers… sizzling out by her sacrum… She nuzzled forcefully into him, biting her lip, clamped her thighs firmly around his, and trembled, in the heat. He wetly sucked on her neck. 

“..oh, Ciri..” he softly gulped, as he released her.. and let one hand track deliberately, all the way back down, to the small of her back. He squeezed her side, fingers slowly massaging. The synthskin of his prosthetic played cool counterpoint, to the heat of the real thing - she could feel where it ended and the flesh of his forearm began, just by the temperature differential. Then both his arms tightened, clutching her close up against him. His teeth lightly scraped her skin, then his tongue soothed the spot. And his hoarse whisper reached her ear, “you’re so soft..thank you, baby..”

It almost made her cry. She wanted..to belong to him, so badly. 

..Being with him like this, felt like dissolving. 

“L-Luke,” she whimpered piteously… much more pathetically than she had meant. “..yes, precious..?” he returned in a solicitous whisper. 

“k-k-keep me,” she begged wetly. “awww,” he sighed, and breathily, huskily laughed, “-sweet little girl, I’m going to.”

Then there was movement. He was rolling them over, so he was the one on top. Supporting himself with an elbow above her head, he pressed down onto her. He was solid, and heavy, and warm… His other hand was still beneath her shirt, familiarly squeezing… His thigh, still nestled up, spreading hers. He let himself press her with just enough weight, so not to curtail her breath. Her body was practically crying, underneath him. Especially… Especially one particular spot. Between her legs. 

“Now kiss me.” 

She lifted her neck, and did. 

His lips were velveteen. She ran her tongue into his mouth and swathed the top of his. As it ended she pulled his bottom lip into her mouth, then dropped her head to the pillow. 

He followed her down, and returned her kiss, sweet and soft… and blithely kept going… 

Swiftly, she was lost in it. That soft mouth, its heat, the sough of his breath between kisses.. The way his body very firmly rubbed hers, under the sheets.. The way his hand, couldn’t quite decide where to squeeze… He was sweet, ever so sweet, and gentle, and he didn’t stop… carefully brushing, licking, and tugging her lips..until little whimpers were hushedly dying in her throat..

..She tried to be delicate, like he was with her, but her heart felt trapped, surging up against a ribcage one size too small. So she pressed harder than him, and grazed her teeth on his chin, on accident… and when she tried to mimic the light, delectable pull of his mouth on hers she overshot and tugged his poor bottom lip so decisively..

A low groan rumbled out of him, in response, and suddenly she thought that he was trying to mimic her, as he caught her up strongly in an open, sloppy kiss that started somewhere on her chin and ended with her lip slipping reluctantly from his mouth. A surprised little sound rose in her throat… An answering grunt came from his. He shifted his arm over her head, so his fingers found her hair. Her sharp gasp was swallowed by his deep, searching kiss. Her scalp pricked, as his fingers tangled in her tresses and held her in place, for his tongue to lap, messily, over her chin, and into her mouth. His teeth scraped her lip. She could feel his heart beating, roughly, powerfully, in his chest. It was like a lifetime hoard of sensuality, was thawing there, as his kiss heated… spilling out his lips and down over her chin, abetted by his soft, wet tongue. 

…As far as she could tell, he kissed her for forever. She lost the ability to so much as attempt composure, and - only half aware of how she was engaged - writhed her hips as close as she could get against his groin, moaning lowly in her throat, provoking him to sigh raggedly back and massage her ribs as he kissed her. 

…And as the moments feverishly blurred by, eventually, their kisses eased back into sweetness…

Until at last, the waters drained, and were stilled. 

Her lips stung. He had rolled them over once more, onto their sides. They were folded into each other, like two parts of the same animal. She could feel his breath, in the steady expanse and recession of his chest… and in the little zephyr, rhythmically emerging onto the tip of her ear, from his mouth. Every so often, he would kiss her, or his arms would tense, and give her a great, big squeeze, and her core would swell up, with her satisfaction.

He had pulled the duvet down to more reasonably shy from blanketing their heads, and turned out the light, across the room. A bar of weak pink, entered the room through her ajar bedroom door. Summer starlight shone in, through her windows. 

She was tangled up in him, surrounded by him… breathing him, even. Lost in the haze of his warm body, under her sheets. He formed a tingling, porous border everywhere, around her…and she stroked him, peaceably; tiny, careful little strokes, with the back of her knuckle. Going slowly…and savoring… 

In the enchanted silence, they didn’t even need to speak. He smiled, when she softly touched his cheek. 

They did nothing else, the whole evening. Didn’t even share her toothbrush. Or watch a holo. -There’d been something she wanted to show him, that night, in her quarters; something that could only be appreciated, after dark… but she didn’t. Somehow, there just wasn’t the time. There was only time, for this…to be snuggled up close, to lose where she stopped, to stroke him.

..Eventually, to sleep.