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The fire crackled thickly, nearly loud enough to startle, and yet, it had been a comfort in contrast to the silence that lingered in the air. There had been something to linger between the two of you, your y/e/c hues shifting merely a moment to catch the way the man's face lit with the reflection of the flames. Merely a few ilms from you he sat, sitting almost painfully stiff. If Solkzagyl had lingered with the two of you, surely there would have been a reprieve from the silence, and yet, you found little you could say. Surely you could regale him with another tale…
No, you nearly visibly shook your head at such a thought. Your y/e/c hues shifted back towards the ever changing orange flame as it flickered, warming against the little exposed skin you possessed. You bit your tongue, just enough to feel the slightest wave of pain, just enough to stop yourself from openly attempting to fill the silence. Plenty of conversations you had with Jenlyns in the past had been flowing, bright, without a single reprieve of silence albeit catching your breath.
Why had this been so different? You wondered as your further gloved hand balled the smallest amount of snow into it, if only a subconscious action. The one that lingered closer to Jenlyns had been far too tempting for you to shift closer, far too tempting to shift against his own, if only to see him smile the slightest as he pulled his away. He had been pure, of his virtues, and surely he would think the action accidental.
You could feel a weight on your chest in the self-same thought that your stomach churned with a small anticipation. If retreating to your tent had been the proper get away, the way you ought wait out the remainder of the night, you would do just that. Swallowing thickly, you hadn't even wanted to think of heading back to the tent. Had you expected you would have been stuck in the tundra weather malms across from the Falcon's Nest with Jenlyns as the sun no longer hung in the sky, you would have thought better to your preparations.
If I ought have expected it to be so...uncomfortable, perhaps I would have offered an excuse for Solkzagyl to stay, you cursed yourself, closing your y/e/c hues as you reveled in the tepid sensation against your exposed skin. Your lips had been crestfallen, surely going upon a bell of reticence. The pyre before you had already begun dwindling, your eyelids heavy with the day's ventures. For merely a moment, you wished to use that as an excuse, use that as the reason you felt so uncomfortable. It had been a far cry from that of the truth, one you had been far too readily aware of.
You hadn't wished to retreat just yet, to let your thoughts run awry, and yet, you had not wished to give the Paladin an extra reason to strain himself. If you lingered out in your snowy surroundings much longer, you knew your y/e/c hues would flutter shut, not to open again until the morrow. Y/e/c hues shifted to blue hues, only to find your breath caught in your throat for a moment as your gazes intersected. A warmth akin to the fire, and yet internal lit your face as you pursed your lips, shifting your gaze away once more as you pushed yourself to your feet.
"Tis late," you forced past your lips as your hands moved to brush the little bit of snow that lingered upon your armor. Brushing your gauntlet over the hard armor, you mentally cursed that you would need to take that off before crawling into bed. "If you desire to continue to burn the midnight oil in this tundra, you may. I truly must sleep."
"I'll join you," came off far more awkward, stifled than he had evidently intended upon.
His words, albeit brief, caught both your attention and your gaze as y/e/c hues took a cursory glance upon the handsome midlander's features. It had not been hard for you to notice that slight tint of pink against his cheeks, the way his teeth dragged against his lower lip as if he had been debating something. Your gaze shifted away from the paladin, offering simply a nod. A near crushing heat settled hard in your chest as your footsteps crunched the snow underneath your sollerets.
The tent itself had been tall enough simply for Jenlyn's blond, slicked locks to press unceremoniously against the top, the inside coloration a deep azure, surely created to add something akin to the night sky while retaining a paladin's pride. Snow dusted the entrance, and you had been quick to slip your sollerets from your feet in efforts to keep the slightly discomforting floor, bumpy with the crinkled snow beneath it, barren. With precision, you tucked them in the far corner, relieving for merely a moment, before y/e/c hues caught sight of the modest size of the traveling bed. Adorning simply one pillow, one blanket, and nary a sheet, it had simply been a reminder to the oath you knew far too well.
"T'was not my intent to force you to linger," his voice had been small, worried, as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. Hardly had you even noticed the man had taken his own solleretes off, though his discomforted wording had garnished your attention as your heart sank further. His handsome face held anguish, perhaps guilt in his expression as he pursed his lips. It had not been difficult for you to realize what it was the man had been thinking behind his crystal blue hues. "Loathe am I to admit I t'would be lost without your aid, my friend."
You bit your lip, hard , as you noted what it was he had been feeling. The silence certainly hadn't helped soothe any sort of ill musings, though your qualms had not been with him in the least. Parting your lips, you were quick to address it, quick to quell the man's looming thoughts. "You oughtn't worry, my friend," you soothed, though there had been the slightest crack in your tone. "Naught an onze of resentment, I promise you." You swallowed thickly, nearly relieved for a modicum of broken silence. For a moment, you forced your lips into a genial upturn. "I'm simply tired."
Though your lie had been poorly placed, it held the slightest hint of validity as a gauntleted hand covered your lips, a yawn slipping past them. Mentally, you cursed the fact that your sollerets had not been the only thing you would needs remove if you were to slumber. Y/e/c hues shifted back to the man merely a moment to ascertain whether or not he had bought your poorly placed excuse.
"My apologies for keeping you," he replied, bashful, though his chuckle held the exact hint of relief you had hoped for. His lips tucked upwards at the edge, a near fondness, before his gaze shifted towards the singular bedding in the tent itself. "I suppose I ought apologize for such confined dwellings as well. If I'd have known…"
"It's fine," you replied, albeit far too quickly as you bit your lip once more. The air had grown palpable once more, a familiar flutter in your chest, though you forced your lips upwards once more to try and convey that your words rang true. "It's far nicer than mine, I'll admit, when I ought have the thing on me."
As you spoke, you shifted uncomfortably as you removed your gauntlets, setting them off beside your sollerets. Unbelting your cuirass after, you could hardly meet the man's gaze, your mind wandering to the thought of his slender hands upon those self-same belts, cautionary, gentle, as it would be carelessly tossed aside in the heat of passion. Y/e/c hues closed as a sigh slipped past your nose, attempting your hardest to push such a thought from you. You could not help loathing the moment he decided to break the silence once more, as if you hadn't noticed the way your smallclothes chafed the slightest upon your slickness.
"Mayhap with due preparation, it would not be quite as cold," he spoke, adorning merely a cotton shirt over his gallant cuisses, both of which clung tightly to the man's toned frame.
The air had been stifling in spite of the unforgiving breeze that managed to sift through the pores of the tent itself, and by the twelve you were sure you could hardly breathe. It had merely been a cursory glance, one you had already thought to excuse by saying you had never truly seen the man without his surecoat. Before your thoughts could wander too much, you could hear that distinct chatter of the man's teeth to pair with his words.
Cold, aye, you reminded yourself, chiding yourself. He looks better off dressed for the blazing heat of the sun .
You pinched the bridge of your nose, your hand quick to gesture towards the bed. "Gods, you ought get to bed ere you’ll freeze,” you spoke with furrowed brows. Amusement rose inside of you, merely a moment, as you had been sure you had never seen him move quite so fast. Mere minutes felt to be bells as you took the time to admire the scene itself, the man pulling the azure blanket up to the slight scruff upon his chin. If it had been anyone else, surely you would suspect they had been expectant, though you could feel something sullen rise inside of you at the thought that the Sultansworn Captain certainly had not been awaiting anything with bated breaths.
Godsdamned stupid oath, if you ask me, you cursed to yourself.
Realizing you had been gazing just a moment too long, his voice broke your train of thought once more, his tone nearly abashed. “You ought plan to join me, I’d hope?” he questioned. “Certainly you must be cold.”
A soft chuckle slipped past your lips. There had been little denying that you could feel the way the wind shifted through the tent itself, your own smallclothes hardly fit for the tundra, though the crackling tension had done well to distract you. “Indeed,” you breathed out, forcing your legs to stride towards the bed itself. With each stride closer, you had been painfully aware of the lacking of space in the bed itself, merely a few ilms resting upon either side of the midlander. Though you watched him attempt to make a little room, scooched to the farthest edge of the bed, it had been vastly lacking. Attempting to make it seem normal, surely, you had been quick to lift the edge of the blanket, slipping yourself uncomfortably in to the furthest edge of the bed itself, much like that of a balancing act. You could already feel akin to pyre against your cheeks as you had tried your best not to brush him.
“If I may,” he spoke, awkward as he shifted himself. His hand moved to grab your own underneath the blanket itself, shifting it to rest upon his toned stomach. “I wish you to be comfortable, which you surely are not.”
You sucked in a breath, if merely to distract yourself from the fact that your heart waned between wishing to revel in his touch, and simply wishing to cry. Not meeting his gaze, you had taken the man’s offer begrudgingly, resting your head upon the man’s chest as your limbs intertwined with his. Though you had been thankful your leg no longer hung from the bed, it had been impossible for you to distract yourself from the fact that you could hear the man’s heartbeat quicken.
“If you find yourself discomforted, please tell me,” you murmured softly, subconsciously squeezing the man’s hand that lingered upon your own. Unspoken words lingered against your tongue, nearly sour in nature as your body still held a tense to it. As you listened to his heartbeat strong against your ear, you felt your mouth dry. His touch had been like a pyre against your back as the hand that had not held your own wrapped around your back, as if you would fall if he hadn’t secured you tightly in place. It had been nearly impossible for you not to melt into the man’s touch, the man you longed so dearly.
Gods, how you hated the way your heart swirled in your chest, mixing melancholy with ardor, with longing, even. It had been all that you had wanted, mayhaps more, and yet, it had been too difficult for you to push away reality from your thoughts.
“I…” the midlander began, before he had bit his lip. “Are you? Comfortable, I mean.” His words seemed nearly rushed, his breath shallow.
His words caught your attention, though you had been quick to regret gazing up as your lips had been merely ilms apart. Y/e/c hues widened the slightest, your cheeks heated as you attempted to focus. For merely a moment, your gaze had caught the look of his lips, so close…so tempting.
Does he taste sweet? Of spice, perhaps? You could not help musing, no matter how hard you deigned to push such thoughts away.
Mentally, you cursed yourself as you realized he had asked you a question. “Perfect, aye,” you spoke.
It had been twice the curse as your voice wavered. So intertwined you would mayhaps have looked to be lovers...it had been hard for you to simply stash away such a thought.
His breath reflected off your lips painfully so as your breath caught. "Good," he spoke, a waver in his own tone that made you question if maybe he had been going through a similar struggle. "That is gladdening. And sufficiently warm?" It had nearly seemed as if he had been trying to keep your attention, trying to keep your lips merely an ilm or two from his own.
The tension that wrought through the insuffice air between the two of you had been maddening, tempting with each moment you gazed longer. Have we gotten closer? You wondered as your breaths were shallow, nearly dizzied from sheer anticipation. "Surely I should be the one asking you that," you spoke barely above that of a whisper. Once again, your words wavered, stuttered slightly. Your lips curled upwards at the edge, y/e/c hues soft upon him.
Not even a bell prior, you knew you had been exhausted, and yet, gazing up at the man, you were sure you wouldn't be able to sleep. With a flicker of his own gaze, brief as it had been, you were unsure if he had taken a cursory gaze to your lips. Your whole body tingled, and though you knew you could mayhaps simply tell him to stop worrying and take his respite, you found yourself frozen in place. Merely an ilm from his lips, and you found yourself unable to turn away.
"I suppose you're correct," he spoke with a soft chuckle. His blue hues closed for a moment as he took a shaky breath. Opening his blue hues once more, he subconsciously licked his lips. "I admit I mayhap had already forgotten I had been cold to begin with."
"I'm glad…" you breathed out, though by this point, you wondered if it would simply be best to lie back down, to shut your eyes and pretend that you hadn't desperately wished to claim the man's lips for your own. Though the Oath of a Sultansworn nagged upon the back of your mind, your anticipation, your desire had not ebbed. You could have forced the words good night past your lips, and yet, perhaps you believed you could just stay in that exact position until you tired once more.
Had his grip tightened? You wondered as you felt his bare arm shift upon your back, before you were arduously aware of the way his slender fingers tangling in your y/h/c locks.
You hadn't a chance to react as you felt surprisingly supple lips capture your own, untrained and yet needy all the same. The man's lips engulfed your own, and all your lingering thoughts seemed to melt away as he tried to pull you as close as he could muster. It hadn’t been long before you matched his pace, altered his pace, as you guided him into a deep kiss.
You reveled in the man's taste, akin to both a sweet and nearly tart taste, y/e/c hues closed as you melted. For maybe a moment, you had forgotten about his Oath to the Sultana entirely, your tongue quick to slip against his bottom lip for a hastily granted entrance. The sweet and tart taste entered your senses, tantalizing as you knew you were in need of more than the smallest sampling of the forbidden fruit provided to you.
As you dragged your tongue over the roof of his mouth tenderly, you swallowed the moan that caused him to grip you tighter. The wave of desire that washed over you had been so godsdamned tempting, your thighs clenched. Each moment begged temptation until you had finally needed to separate enough to catch your breath.
"I love you," the midlander blurted out through panted breaths, breathless and clearly conflicted. "I oughtn't, I mean, we oughtn't, but I'm betraying my own virtues by lying to you." His words had been scattered, hardly logical with each word that dripped past his lips as he caught his breath. As he had, he hardly rectified his words. "I mean I'm in love with you."
You blinked at the man's words, your gaze meeting his own as you had been unsure what to say at first. His face read of his distraught, of his adoration, and for the first time you had been unsure what it was you could say. Your lips opened, and closed once more, before you finally found the words to say, though they had done little to soothe the sworn Oath he had already broken.
"If you ought any doubts, I'm in love with you as well," you spoke, breathed, before pursing your lips. "I have been for, Gods, so long."
Before you had the chance to think, the chance to let the questions swirling around your head bare fruit, he had pulled you back into his lips. You felt a warmth in your chest growing, rising, as you let yourself sink into the man's fervent kiss. The second time around it had seemed as if he had learned from the first as his lips were more trained against your own.
As his tongue slipped across your bottom lip, you gasped, giving him the proper opportunity to explore your mouth with cautionary admiration. Surprisingly tender, you could feel yourself heat with each lick as you moaned unabashed, gripping the midlander tighter as you readjusted yourself. Accidentally, you had been nearly sure, your thigh grazed against his growing hardness, him nearly bucking his hips into your thigh.
The hand that held your own squeezed yours lovingly, before it trailed the same sort of caution, arduously slow, to your hips. Adjusting himself, the midlander had surprised you by pulling you under him, his knees at first resting between your spread legs. A slender hand rested upon your hip, while the other had been off to the side, holding himself over top of you. Upon separating lips once more, he dipped his forehead down to rest against your own, the arm holding him up rested down upon his elbow so that he could linger merely ilms away.
"This...this is okay with you, yes?" He questioned through panted breaths, blue hues nothing but soft upon you. It had been the most loving gaze you were sure you had ever seen, pure and simple. "This...you and I…"
You giggled softly at the man's fluster, at the man's uncertainty as it had been you uncertain nearly a bell prior. You reached a hand to the man's cheek, his blond stubble brushing your palm as you traced his cheekbone with your thumb tenderly. "Jenlyns…" you breathed, your lips curled upwards as you gazed soft upon him. "Aye, I'd gladly give you all of me. Gods, I want to. What of you? As the morrow comes, what of your Oath?"
The midlander buried his face in the crook of your neck as he sighed, forcing you to shift your hand from his face to his slicked back blond locks. His stubble brushed the nape of your neck as he shook his head, sighing into the nape of your neck, the sensation itself temptation mixed with that of trepidation of what words would slip past his lips. "I oughtn't know," he spoke finally, his lips brushing against the nape of your neck, his words muffled into it. He pushed himself upwards, enough to gaze into your y/e/c hues, each word soft, yet still full of passion. "Mayhap disgraced. I've broken my Oath as it stands, but I can no longer lie to myself, nor you." He pressed a chaste kiss to your lips, and you had been unsure if his smile had been forced or not at that moment, though his words held the self-same passion he conveyed. "I need you, Y/N. I love you. The morrow will come, and I ought answer for my actions, ere I do, I won't squander the one person who means the most to me."
You breath practically caught in your throat once more, at such a sweet, earnest confession. Though you hadn't wished to be the one he would lose his life's dedication over, his earnest dedication had your heart fluttering like a drum in your chest. "We will face what's to come together," you breathed out, hardly even able to hear your own words over the way your heart thumped in your chest. "Lest you protest, you know even if I hadn't been underneath you begging you to make me yours, I would still be by your side."
A tint of blush rose in the man's cheeks at your words, though merely a moment he had opened his mouth to protest. Closing his mouth once more, he chuckled softly, his lips forming a soft grin. "I shall simply oblige your words in earnest," he spoke through his chuckle, before he had realized the rest of your words. "Make you...ahh…" If he had nearly forgotten what sinful deeds the two of you had been leading to, he had been quick to remember as his cock twitched against his smallclothes. "T'would not be too much to ask if you mind I remove your smallclothes?"
You rose an eyebrow at the man as your lips formed a smirk. "I oughtn't know how you plan to do anything with them on, my love," you teased him wryly, though the pooling of slickness in your smallclothes had been something you had not forgotten, the suggestion of finally relieving such desire only adding to the pyre. Watching him do so had been something you did with baited breath, though the way he had rushed to peel his own from him had been quite the show, tossing them far more carelessly than you had expected.
His cock stood at attention before you, leaking a thick bead of precum as he bit his lip nervously, lining himself up with your entrance. Unintentioned, he swirled the tip against your slickness, causing you to moan out. Once he had managed to line himself, he maneuvered back down to your level, wishing to be as close to you as possible as he sheathed into you.
Your hands moved to grip his back as he had been incredibly gentle with the first thrust. Your fingertips gripped at his back as he sheathed into you down to the hilt, his blue hues shifting over you as a needy groan toppled his lips. With the warmth spread between the two of you, you had already surely forgotten you were in merely a tent in the tundra.
"You are...amazing…" he groaned out, followed by your name as he wrapped his arms tight around you.
For a moment, his movement stilled, as if he was simply reveling in the feeling of your walls wrapped around his cock. As he began to thrust in and out of you, he had clearly been attempting to get used to the position, to set the pace as one hand lingered upon your hips, the other holding him up. With the first few thrusts, his lips lingered close, your name toppling against his lips and winding with the way his would topple your own.
Capturing your lips once more, he set a gentle, loving pace as he thrust deep inside of you. With each deep thrust, each enticing groan, both of you drew closer to your ends. Erratically he thrusted, while you slipped one hand down to your bundle of nerves to hit your end with him. With quick circles, you enticed your own end as he sheathed as deep as he could muster. As your walls wrapped his pulsating cock tightly, warmth filled you to the brim, your name tumbling against his lips in breathless bliss.
As he pulled his flaccid cock from you, he situated the two of you where you could lie comfortably upon his chest, catching his breath as his arms wrapped around you tightly. For more than a few moments, he had been silent, the two of you catching your breaths and simply reveling in the climb back down from delirium. When he had finally opened his lips, his question had been bashful, something he clearly had been thinking about to greater lengths.
"Ought I'm stripped of my title...will you still have me?" He questioned, his voice hardly above a whisper.
It had seemed like a dumb question to you, surely, though you could understand where it was he asked such a question from. Bereft of title, of what he had sworn his life to, his concerns had been relevant. You looked up from his chest to meet his gaze, your y/e/c hues nothing but loving. No matter how much you wished you could tease him for such a silly question, you knew better than to be anything but serious about something you knew affected him so deeply.
"Though I ought fight by your side to keep your title, bereft of it, I would, aye," you murmured softly to him. "Always."
"I love you," he murmured, barely above that of a whisper. "Ere I keep you awake any longer, if I could always wake to such a radiant sight each sun, I'd be truly elated."
"I love you as well," you hummed softly, finally feeling the grip of slumber pulling you in. Though the morrow surely had its struggles in store, you allowed your y/e/c hues to flutter shut with warmth in your chest, and your love tightly wound around you.