[There's two things that Mira has learned within the first five minutes: one is that Emet with bedhead is a rather hilarious sight as she mentally snickers and second, he needs some greenery in this place. Maybe it will help with restful sleep.
Stepping inside his room, the first place she goes to is the chair and sits down, trying not to fidget as she tries to come up with a good way to ask him without it feeling awkward. Mira's mind had to argue with this didn't need to be and to simply say it already. Can't refuse if she doesn't ask at all.]
Forgive me but I need to ask you something that is a bit important.
[Was closing the door needed? It isn't exactly something secretive but who knows with Emet.]
That depends. [If he would even consider it. Might as well swallow her courage and just ask already.] I wanted to ask you...about Bonding. Or in particular, Bonding with me.
[She lightly bites the inside of her lower lip because this is making her nervous.]
[Habit, honestly. Leaving doors open was just asking to be bothered. That, and he doesn't exactly know what she wants to discuss with him; 'important' sounded worthy of privacy.]
What of it? I assume you're not bringing it up without having a reason in mind.
[Though he's surprised at the topic, it's not hard to guess what she's asking him for. And he's not uninterested, only preferring to hear her actual explanation for it.]
[Yes, she's asking just to fuck with him and not in the literal sense. But alas, that is absolute shite and she does indeed have a reason.]
I do other than the apparent consequences if a witch remains without one. [Also known as exploding. Yeah, having to look into that made her wince because of the obvious reasoning. But he needs to hear more than that, to know why Mira has come to him and not because of obligation. She did get on K'rihnn's case about that after all.]
But I don't come to you because of a sake of obligation, it is because something such as this is meant to be given freely. Because of some form of trust. And if I am honest...there is not many here I could speak of trust to.
[And strangely, while unsaid, there was a hint that maybe there was some chance of a small glimmer of trust. After all, did he need to cooperate with her? Did he have to tell her about Hythlodaeus? Or about her soul in a life long ago? While she did ask, there was the choice to say no. But instead...Emet spoke. Did more than that.]
[The Ascian is still not sure if he believes in that whole exploding deal. Not until he sees it happen for himself. It sounded like one of those stories you'd use to frighten children- or gullible visitors. Not that he had ever intended to remain Bondless just to use himself as a test case, but he still remained skeptical.
But setting aside the questionable necessity, Emet-Selch is quiet for a few moments after Mira's words, looking almost distant, contemplative. His gaze remains fixed on some blank part of the wall when he replies.]
...A strange place to look for trust, isn't it? Betwixt Ascian and champion.
[He had gotten a similar feeling from Irhya, when she'd asked him for a Bond. It didn't feel like it should have been a natural choice in either direction; both sides had been quite dedicated to wiping the other from existence, across generations. Why would those selected by Hydaelyn actively choose a closer connection to one claimed by the Dark, when they had much saner options available? And not out of pity or obligation either, nor a sense of duty towards a disadvantaged, defeated foe.
When he had attempted to find an understanding with these specific heroes, had risked putting hope on their strength and commitment, after an near-eternity of bloodshed- had they actually listened? Had his sincerity reached them, even in part, even if it hadn't saved him, nor his people?
It had failed in the end, after all. So why did it matter if they understood him? Yet Emet-Selch regarded them with more respect than any mortal before or since.]
Well, I can't fault your consistency in poor decision making. [A small attempt at lightness, as he finally glances back to her face.] Though I still feel I should remind you that you have several other non-Ascian options available. Friends who would likewise trust you, and not agree out of obligation.
Did you not come seeking the same when you showed yourself in the Crystarium?
[Maybe they're both crazy for it. And if she knew what she did now back then, thought to look closer instead, perhaps something would have changed. Mira can think of all the what ifs but in the end, she cannot look back. It's at his comment of finding someone who could be a much better fit than an enemy that Mira cannot help but softly chuckle. While she does know quite a few people, there was a feeling that it would not be a good fit. Sure she could have asked the Exarch for example but she did mention some concerns she had with him, including his damn self-sacrificing attitude and how it vexes her at times.
So that would feel like an obligation. As for another one who was not a housemate-]
One of them did ask me because I had admitted to forgetting about it when it was mentioned. I immediately declined because I knew the moment it was asked, it was not because of trust but of obligation and rightfully spoke on it.
[You're a good man K'rihnn but that was not a good way of being concerned.]
And yet you are among the first I had thought to when it came to asking.
[Yeah she said it. The first two people she had thought of asking first were under this roof.]
Yes... though I wasn't terribly optimistic in regards to my chances.
[It had been clear from the outset that no one particularly wanted the Ascian there (though some felt more strongly about it than others), and the only reason he was 'permitted' was because they had no way of driving him off (apart from through boredom).
That, and because since he didn't attack, good manners prevailed, he supposed.
And yet despite- or perhaps because?- of everything that Emet-Selch had been told about his future, trust not only existed, but... was stronger for the experience? Was understanding only possible through death...? Perhaps it could only develop in a place like this, removed from their respective tasks and fates, but it had come from somewhere.
Only here was it not too late.]
I'm flattered you would consider me at all, much less among the first.
[Not... terribly serious, but not sarcastic either. But Emet-Selch did approve of Mira's reasons, was a little satisfied that this insane trust was somehow mutual; if he'd had any indication that he was a last resort, he would've denied her without hesitation.]
When you put it like that, I can hardly refuse.
[And in the end, the most genuine, simple reason:]
[Strange how when some factors are removed, there is somewhat better communication all around. There has to be discussion at one point otherwise everyone would have a bad time and not only that but the setting and problems here while similar, need to be handled differently. Naturally there is tension but it can worked with and not taken over like when someone mentions if there is an S Rank Hunt in the area and everyone runs towards it in droves.
Don't ask her how she knows, just that it's terrible.]
And yet you still did.
[He could have sided with Eulmore and put all of his resources into helping Vaulthry and yet he came to watch them. Explained his reasoning why and even with everyone being distrusting at first, did not go off to be the villain until circumstances decided to show themselves. More like an annoying pain in the arse but nothing that she couldn't handle.
It's strange really, that for something he'd be one of the first she would approach. And she does appreciate and care about the others such as Aymeric and his kind heart or the Exarch with wanting to do what is right but there's something more with Emet. The fact that they can talk more and starting to open up...it's a new feeling. Maybe this intervention was needed for them all to try and understand what is deeper beyond the surface they all know. But what surprises Mira next is not the agreement but rather one word he uses. Her eyes show some shock but relaxes within the next moment. So this is what they are now? Very interesting indeed.]
[And then someone early pulls, and there's nothing but salt and grief for malms.
Mira's reaction gets a defensive tone from the Ascian, frowning at her, looking at her through slightly narrowed eyes.]
...What? Is it that surprising?
[By all that was sane in the world, it should've been. It probably violated several laws of... something. Good sense, if nothing else.
But this was an unusual hero, and he was an unusual Ascian. It would never be straightforward, uncomplicated, or less than dangerous, but- it would probably never be boring either.]
I've told you before that we're capable of all the same emotions as you.
[There just... wasn't much call for most of the positive ones.]
[As she speaks, two of her fingers brush against the corner of her lips. A way to remind her of what exactly happened that night at the masquerade. She couldn't forget it happened nor did she want to, the memory making her get tinged with pink in her cheeks again.]
[It's not difficult for him to guess what she's thinking of, and his expression softens slightly.
And while Emet-Selch was neither embarrassed, nor shy, Mira also wasn't someone he could take lightly. Which made the circumstances somewhat unusual; he wasn't approaching her out of calculated intent, because she fulfilled some role in whatever scheme he was currently performing. When was the last time he'd done something for its own sake?
It made for a strange, but far more interesting dynamic. His voice is quiet when he asks, attention lingering on her face.]
[She could simply say it and have that be her answer. But that would not feel right nor would it be a good one. Instead of words, Mira stands from her spot and walks towards Emet-Selch, her hands reaching out to brush against his cheeks. There's still some nerves, that what she may do is wrong but there's no going back this time.
Mira then closes the gap between them as she presses her lips against his gently. Sweetly almost as she keeps her mouth closed in response and pulling away slowly but close enough for a touch. She's fine with this right now and won't push but it's the only answer she feels like she could answer.]
[Emet-Selch is silent at Mira's approach, unconsciously holding his breath as her hands brush along his face, in some small, welcome gesture of intimacy.
After her words, he shifts a hand up, allowing his fingers to trace along the side of her face, meandering across her lips as he thought very quickly. It- wouldn't have been easy to leave it like this, but nor could he come up with any reason why he should even try to. She'd given her answer, and he knew very well what his own was.
Instead of a verbal reply, his arm moves to pull Mira closer, encouraging her against him, into his lap. Letting his other hand slip to the back of her head, nudging her likewise closer, Emet-Selch leans in to bring their lips back together, already missing the contact after that brief pause. But his kiss is decidedly less gentle than Mira's, not quite demanding, but carrying a certain insistence nonetheless.
[For every action, there is an appropriate reaction. Given that she started this with her kiss, it's only fair for him to reply in kind. However, Mira only thought to give him one and then let him go back to sleep. Apparently she is wrong about that too because his arm is coming around her and she lets out a small yelp, letting herself sit in his lap as their bodies press together. His lips are on hers again and she can practically feel the emotion behind it.
'Truly awake now.' she thinks as she returns it in kind, letting herself lean in more as a hand reaches up to run her fingers through his hair.
Now is the time to put those words where they are meant to be. She won't hestitate, not this time.]
[The small sound of approval the Ascian makes is nearly swallowed up entirely by their mouths, and the same went for the quick intake of breath between kisses. And it's not long before he slips his tongue past her lips, seeking out her own, the taste and feel of her mouth against his own. And from the back of her head, his hand slides back to cup the side of Mira's face, thumb rubbing comparatively gently along her cheek, in contrast to the near intensity of the kiss.
And having pulled her close, his other arm moves to trail along Mira's back instead, fingers massaging intermittently along her spine.
If Emet-Selch was going to be woken up (if not quite pulled out of bed), this was definitely one of the more congenial ways of doing so.]
[It feels as if they are partaking in the forbidden fruit, doesn't it? But Fury help her if it doesn't taste so sweet. Mira feels herself relaxing into Emet's touch as his tongue coaxes her own to come and join in this intimate dance for two. She cannot begin to fathom describing how the man tastes but hells, it feels intense. Not by a lot but very different from the chaste touches and kisses, feeling more sure about this choice.
Perhaps it is a continuation from that night after all. Who knows.
A small groan catches in the back of her throat, a small part of her wanting more but is afraid of being too greedy for some odd reason. It's a habit hard to shake out of considering how it's been drilled into her head to only take what she needed but was it alright to be selfish for this moment? The hand once threading through those locks of his travel downwards slowly, deliberately as Mira's fingertips ghost along the nape of his neck and making circles. It's right as he's pressing along her spine and as she breaks their kisses for a brief moment of air, one of his fingers hits a particular spot that makes her feel the tension leave her body.]
O-Ohh-!
[It makes her feel lightheaded and yet, immensely satisfied. Mira didn't even realize that she has been holding that in (carrying a large heavy sword will do that) and yet-]
[Perhaps there was something to the allure of the forbidden- or at least, to the Heavily Cautioned Against. The feeling of his own impatience was unexpected- and not of the sort that wanted to get things over quickly, but that he only wanted more of this, to take as much as he was allowed. But for the moment, at least, it was currently tempered by the near-equal desire to not hurry, to let this distraction last as long as it could.
Though every touch and sound from Mira was a small test to the Ascian's resolve, and at the break to their last kiss, he dips his head slightly, to press his lips to the side of her neck instead. His breath was warm against her skin, and a degree quicker than usual.
And the stronger reaction from Mira nets a vaguely surprised hum from him. His fingers slow, kneading with more attention along her back, feeling for the usual points of tension.
...She carried a lot, didn't she? Not a negligible amount, for a mortal.]
I'm not inclined to, you know. Although....
[A soft, amused tone, though lower than usual. The hand at her face casts downward, skimming down along her side, to toy at the hem of her top, fingers dipping just underneath it.]
[She can't help but sway a bit at each of his touches, to have herself unknowingly taken cared of in such a way. When was the last time she felt this close to another being? Before her time as the Warrior of Light? Halone help her, it feels as if it were ages ago.
And when she feels that one finger slip under her shirt, her blush deepens and it was then she knew that this would go further than expected. He...truly wanted this, didn't he? Mira would be lying to herself if she denies this and having to learn that lesson the hard way, she can't.]
It is in the way, isn't it? But I would prefer not to be alone in that endeavor.
[As she fingers his shirt collar, hooking the digit into the cloth. She wants, nay, needs this. Wants and needs him.]
[The Ascian was likewise unsure of the last time he'd been with someone like this. Not since he'd taken up this host again, certainly. And even in his host's original lifespan, it had been some years; he'd been very old for a long time. Though when it came to genuine closeness...
...not since Amaurot had fallen.
Not that he was sure what this was, exactly, only that he wanted it to continue, with more intensity than he expected from himself.]
Mm... I suppose 'tis only fair.
[As though that were the chief consideration.
Leaving her side with a final stroke, Emet-Selch brings his hand back up to meet hers at his collar. And though he's distracted momentarily by brushing his fingers over Mira's hand, he returns to task soon enough, unfastening the various ties to his shirt, and though the movement is steady, there's a certain impatience to it.]
[There may not be any words for what they share right now. Undefined but it needs not a name or title, it feels more emotional rather than being able to describe using any spoken language. The only thing Mira knew and could feel is to keep that close contact with this man, to feel his skin under her fingertips and mouth. And yet there's something else lurking as well, something she cannot fully describe when it comes to the Ascian.
It's also good that she can see how his clothing works; she's wondered how he was able to handle the heavy finery while running around in the woods and chalked it up to some form of magic. But where's the fun in simply having only him take off his garments? Besides, wouldn't it go a little quicker if he had a hand such as the one moving over his?]
[Perhaps it didn't require words, at least for this moment. Labels and distinctions may have their place, their time, but for right now they would only be a distraction, would do a disservice to something that was worth their full attention. Some things were better felt through, and the Ascian pauses in his actions, letting his hand press back against Mira's at her offer.
His clothes did tend towards the complicated... though at least this time there's fewer layers (as he had been attempting to sleep, prior to this) to figure out. Tilting his head forward for a moment, he leaves a light, if yet lingering kiss at her lips before responding.]
If you like.
[Whether it would be any faster, Emet-Selch was less certain about- but that wasn't the point, was it? If it led to more of the feeling of Mira's hands on him, then it was wanted and worthwhile, and certainly more interesting than just doing it himself.]
[Even extra in his clothing she can tell. The layering could be much worse and it's not so bad she thinks as her hands work on the barriers between them, returning his kiss with much more intensity and deepening it. Mira can definitely multitask when she puts her mind to it and this is no exception.
Still a bit of a pain but it's worth it to get a glimpse of that sought after skin. Mira can't help but hum as once the last layer is opened and her hands move in to caress the flesh before her. The same hands that can grip a longsword with ease move to explore, to map out his contours as she ponders if there were any places that would make him react. Which means discarding the shirts and clothing loosened onto the floor. It'll be cleaned up later probably as she whispers to him in between kisses.]
[From hands on fabric, to progressively less fabric, to skin- the process was inevitable, but no less satisfying in its result. His own fingers alternated between the occasional bit of help, and running over her hands, along her arms, drinking in every piece of contact.
Even when Emet-Selch has to briefly let go to allow his arms to be freed, it was the smallest of prices, to considerable reward. Though the air around him was comparatively cooler, it was Mira's hands along his sides which produce a shiver from him, a poorly stifled gasp against her skin. It wasn't possible to press into each of her touches, so he settles for pulling her closer, answering her deepening of the kisses with his own, matching her for intensity. He's a little out of breath when he replies.]
...strange words to an Ascian, you know.
[This wasn't his real body, after all. But his tone is not displeased, a murmured breath against damp lips.
Shifting an arm between them, his fingers trace down Mira's throat, over her collar and to her chest, where- yes, this fabric was definitely getting in the way now. Though he takes the moment to cup her breast through her clothing regardless, grip a gentle exploration of its own, before trying to figure out how her own clothes attached.]
[It's the small victories she will take. The small movements and noises at the realization that it was her who coaxed them out, a simple mortal from a sorcerer of eld. The playing field might be leveled here but there's a sense of confidence that goes along with that thought. Honestly, someone who has lived thousands of years? They may know a few things.]
And we have already established how strange I am.
[Spoken with a cheeky grin as Emet starts his own exploration and it's that moment where Mira feels like it is getting too warm for her tastes. Luckily for Emet, her own shirt is rather simple but she can at least assist with removing the belt, tossing it aside. She can't help but react with a small whimper as she feels her chest being played with, almost feeling like she should just tear the cursed clothing off. No no, that won't do and besides, does she really want to explain how the hells her favorite shirt got ruined to the poor soul who has to fix it?
The answer is no. No she doesn't. Instead, she takes that same hand of his fondling her and moves it downward towards the bottom hem. Is she silently telling him that he can take it off? Naturally.]
'Tis only fair after all. It would be rude to not let you enjoy yourself as well.
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Stepping inside his room, the first place she goes to is the chair and sits down, trying not to fidget as she tries to come up with a good way to ask him without it feeling awkward. Mira's mind had to argue with this didn't need to be and to simply say it already. Can't refuse if she doesn't ask at all.]
Forgive me but I need to ask you something that is a bit important.
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Closing the door after her, Emet-Selch sits down at the bed, facing her, fighting off a yawn. He waves Mira to get on with it with a sigh.]
I certainly hope so, if it was worth rousing me for.
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That depends. [If he would even consider it. Might as well swallow her courage and just ask already.] I wanted to ask you...about Bonding. Or in particular, Bonding with me.
[She lightly bites the inside of her lower lip because this is making her nervous.]
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What of it? I assume you're not bringing it up without having a reason in mind.
[Though he's surprised at the topic, it's not hard to guess what she's asking him for. And he's not uninterested, only preferring to hear her actual explanation for it.]
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I do other than the apparent consequences if a witch remains without one. [Also known as exploding. Yeah, having to look into that made her wince because of the obvious reasoning. But he needs to hear more than that, to know why Mira has come to him and not because of obligation. She did get on K'rihnn's case about that after all.]
But I don't come to you because of a sake of obligation, it is because something such as this is meant to be given freely. Because of some form of trust. And if I am honest...there is not many here I could speak of trust to.
[And strangely, while unsaid, there was a hint that maybe there was some chance of a small glimmer of trust. After all, did he need to cooperate with her? Did he have to tell her about Hythlodaeus? Or about her soul in a life long ago? While she did ask, there was the choice to say no. But instead...Emet spoke. Did more than that.]
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But setting aside the questionable necessity, Emet-Selch is quiet for a few moments after Mira's words, looking almost distant, contemplative. His gaze remains fixed on some blank part of the wall when he replies.]
...A strange place to look for trust, isn't it? Betwixt Ascian and champion.
[He had gotten a similar feeling from Irhya, when she'd asked him for a Bond. It didn't feel like it should have been a natural choice in either direction; both sides had been quite dedicated to wiping the other from existence, across generations. Why would those selected by Hydaelyn actively choose a closer connection to one claimed by the Dark, when they had much saner options available? And not out of pity or obligation either, nor a sense of duty towards a disadvantaged, defeated foe.
When he had attempted to find an understanding with these specific heroes, had risked putting hope on their strength and commitment, after an near-eternity of bloodshed- had they actually listened? Had his sincerity reached them, even in part, even if it hadn't saved him, nor his people?
It had failed in the end, after all. So why did it matter if they understood him? Yet Emet-Selch regarded them with more respect than any mortal before or since.]
Well, I can't fault your consistency in poor decision making. [A small attempt at lightness, as he finally glances back to her face.] Though I still feel I should remind you that you have several other non-Ascian options available. Friends who would likewise trust you, and not agree out of obligation.
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[Maybe they're both crazy for it. And if she knew what she did now back then, thought to look closer instead, perhaps something would have changed. Mira can think of all the what ifs but in the end, she cannot look back. It's at his comment of finding someone who could be a much better fit than an enemy that Mira cannot help but softly chuckle. While she does know quite a few people, there was a feeling that it would not be a good fit. Sure she could have asked the Exarch for example but she did mention some concerns she had with him, including his damn self-sacrificing attitude and how it vexes her at times.
So that would feel like an obligation. As for another one who was not a housemate-]
One of them did ask me because I had admitted to forgetting about it when it was mentioned. I immediately declined because I knew the moment it was asked, it was not because of trust but of obligation and rightfully spoke on it.
[You're a good man K'rihnn but that was not a good way of being concerned.]
And yet you are among the first I had thought to when it came to asking.
[Yeah she said it. The first two people she had thought of asking first were under this roof.]
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[It had been clear from the outset that no one particularly wanted the Ascian there (though some felt more strongly about it than others), and the only reason he was 'permitted' was because they had no way of driving him off (apart from through boredom).
That, and because since he didn't attack, good manners prevailed, he supposed.
And yet despite- or perhaps because?- of everything that Emet-Selch had been told about his future, trust not only existed, but... was stronger for the experience? Was understanding only possible through death...? Perhaps it could only develop in a place like this, removed from their respective tasks and fates, but it had come from somewhere.
Only here was it not too late.]
I'm flattered you would consider me at all, much less among the first.
[Not... terribly serious, but not sarcastic either. But Emet-Selch did approve of Mira's reasons, was a little satisfied that this insane trust was somehow mutual; if he'd had any indication that he was a last resort, he would've denied her without hesitation.]
When you put it like that, I can hardly refuse.
[And in the end, the most genuine, simple reason:]
We're friends, after all.
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Don't ask her how she knows, just that it's terrible.]
And yet you still did.
[He could have sided with Eulmore and put all of his resources into helping Vaulthry and yet he came to watch them. Explained his reasoning why and even with everyone being distrusting at first, did not go off to be the villain until circumstances decided to show themselves. More like an annoying pain in the arse but nothing that she couldn't handle.
It's strange really, that for something he'd be one of the first she would approach. And she does appreciate and care about the others such as Aymeric and his kind heart or the Exarch with wanting to do what is right but there's something more with Emet. The fact that they can talk more and starting to open up...it's a new feeling. Maybe this intervention was needed for them all to try and understand what is deeper beyond the surface they all know. But what surprises Mira next is not the agreement but rather one word he uses. Her eyes show some shock but relaxes within the next moment. So this is what they are now? Very interesting indeed.]
Friends, hmm? That sounds rather nice.
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Mira's reaction gets a defensive tone from the Ascian, frowning at her, looking at her through slightly narrowed eyes.]
...What? Is it that surprising?
[By all that was sane in the world, it should've been. It probably violated several laws of... something. Good sense, if nothing else.
But this was an unusual hero, and he was an unusual Ascian. It would never be straightforward, uncomplicated, or less than dangerous, but- it would probably never be boring either.]
I've told you before that we're capable of all the same emotions as you.
[There just... wasn't much call for most of the positive ones.]
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[As she speaks, two of her fingers brush against the corner of her lips. A way to remind her of what exactly happened that night at the masquerade. She couldn't forget it happened nor did she want to, the memory making her get tinged with pink in her cheeks again.]
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And while Emet-Selch was neither embarrassed, nor shy, Mira also wasn't someone he could take lightly. Which made the circumstances somewhat unusual; he wasn't approaching her out of calculated intent, because she fulfilled some role in whatever scheme he was currently performing. When was the last time he'd done something for its own sake?
It made for a strange, but far more interesting dynamic. His voice is quiet when he asks, attention lingering on her face.]
...Still no regrets?
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Mira then closes the gap between them as she presses her lips against his gently. Sweetly almost as she keeps her mouth closed in response and pulling away slowly but close enough for a touch. She's fine with this right now and won't push but it's the only answer she feels like she could answer.]
None whatsoever.
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After her words, he shifts a hand up, allowing his fingers to trace along the side of her face, meandering across her lips as he thought very quickly. It- wouldn't have been easy to leave it like this, but nor could he come up with any reason why he should even try to. She'd given her answer, and he knew very well what his own was.
Instead of a verbal reply, his arm moves to pull Mira closer, encouraging her against him, into his lap. Letting his other hand slip to the back of her head, nudging her likewise closer, Emet-Selch leans in to bring their lips back together, already missing the contact after that brief pause. But his kiss is decidedly less gentle than Mira's, not quite demanding, but carrying a certain insistence nonetheless.
This was past the time for hesitation.]
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'Truly awake now.' she thinks as she returns it in kind, letting herself lean in more as a hand reaches up to run her fingers through his hair.
Now is the time to put those words where they are meant to be. She won't hestitate, not this time.]
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And having pulled her close, his other arm moves to trail along Mira's back instead, fingers massaging intermittently along her spine.
If Emet-Selch was going to be woken up (if not quite pulled out of bed), this was definitely one of the more congenial ways of doing so.]
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Perhaps it is a continuation from that night after all. Who knows.
A small groan catches in the back of her throat, a small part of her wanting more but is afraid of being too greedy for some odd reason. It's a habit hard to shake out of considering how it's been drilled into her head to only take what she needed but was it alright to be selfish for this moment? The hand once threading through those locks of his travel downwards slowly, deliberately as Mira's fingertips ghost along the nape of his neck and making circles. It's right as he's pressing along her spine and as she breaks their kisses for a brief moment of air, one of his fingers hits a particular spot that makes her feel the tension leave her body.]
O-Ohh-!
[It makes her feel lightheaded and yet, immensely satisfied. Mira didn't even realize that she has been holding that in (carrying a large heavy sword will do that) and yet-]
Please...don't stop...
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Though every touch and sound from Mira was a small test to the Ascian's resolve, and at the break to their last kiss, he dips his head slightly, to press his lips to the side of her neck instead. His breath was warm against her skin, and a degree quicker than usual.
And the stronger reaction from Mira nets a vaguely surprised hum from him. His fingers slow, kneading with more attention along her back, feeling for the usual points of tension.
...She carried a lot, didn't she? Not a negligible amount, for a mortal.]
I'm not inclined to, you know. Although....
[A soft, amused tone, though lower than usual. The hand at her face casts downward, skimming down along her side, to toy at the hem of her top, fingers dipping just underneath it.]
'Twould feel better without this in the way.
Welp, this may get NSFW kids!
And when she feels that one finger slip under her shirt, her blush deepens and it was then she knew that this would go further than expected. He...truly wanted this, didn't he? Mira would be lying to herself if she denies this and having to learn that lesson the hard way, she can't.]
It is in the way, isn't it? But I would prefer not to be alone in that endeavor.
[As she fingers his shirt collar, hooking the digit into the cloth. She wants, nay, needs this. Wants and needs him.]
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...not since Amaurot had fallen.
Not that he was sure what this was, exactly, only that he wanted it to continue, with more intensity than he expected from himself.]
Mm... I suppose 'tis only fair.
[As though that were the chief consideration.
Leaving her side with a final stroke, Emet-Selch brings his hand back up to meet hers at his collar. And though he's distracted momentarily by brushing his fingers over Mira's hand, he returns to task soon enough, unfastening the various ties to his shirt, and though the movement is steady, there's a certain impatience to it.]
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It's also good that she can see how his clothing works; she's wondered how he was able to handle the heavy finery while running around in the woods and chalked it up to some form of magic. But where's the fun in simply having only him take off his garments? Besides, wouldn't it go a little quicker if he had a hand such as the one moving over his?]
Perhaps I can help out...?
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His clothes did tend towards the complicated... though at least this time there's fewer layers (as he had been attempting to sleep, prior to this) to figure out. Tilting his head forward for a moment, he leaves a light, if yet lingering kiss at her lips before responding.]
If you like.
[Whether it would be any faster, Emet-Selch was less certain about- but that wasn't the point, was it? If it led to more of the feeling of Mira's hands on him, then it was wanted and worthwhile, and certainly more interesting than just doing it himself.]
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Still a bit of a pain but it's worth it to get a glimpse of that sought after skin. Mira can't help but hum as once the last layer is opened and her hands move in to caress the flesh before her. The same hands that can grip a longsword with ease move to explore, to map out his contours as she ponders if there were any places that would make him react. Which means discarding the shirts and clothing loosened onto the floor. It'll be cleaned up later probably as she whispers to him in between kisses.]
You're beautiful.
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Even when Emet-Selch has to briefly let go to allow his arms to be freed, it was the smallest of prices, to considerable reward. Though the air around him was comparatively cooler, it was Mira's hands along his sides which produce a shiver from him, a poorly stifled gasp against her skin. It wasn't possible to press into each of her touches, so he settles for pulling her closer, answering her deepening of the kisses with his own, matching her for intensity. He's a little out of breath when he replies.]
...strange words to an Ascian, you know.
[This wasn't his real body, after all. But his tone is not displeased, a murmured breath against damp lips.
Shifting an arm between them, his fingers trace down Mira's throat, over her collar and to her chest, where- yes, this fabric was definitely getting in the way now. Though he takes the moment to cup her breast through her clothing regardless, grip a gentle exploration of its own, before trying to figure out how her own clothes attached.]
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And we have already established how strange I am.
[Spoken with a cheeky grin as Emet starts his own exploration and it's that moment where Mira feels like it is getting too warm for her tastes. Luckily for Emet, her own shirt is rather simple but she can at least assist with removing the belt, tossing it aside. She can't help but react with a small whimper as she feels her chest being played with, almost feeling like she should just tear the cursed clothing off. No no, that won't do and besides, does she really want to explain how the hells her favorite shirt got ruined to the poor soul who has to fix it?
The answer is no. No she doesn't. Instead, she takes that same hand of his fondling her and moves it downward towards the bottom hem. Is she silently telling him that he can take it off? Naturally.]
'Tis only fair after all. It would be rude to not let you enjoy yourself as well.
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