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.
[And that strangeness is certainly a point in Mira's favor. When he'd first offered cooperation to the heroes, that it would ever have taken the form of assisting in clothes removal.... And yet here they were.
At least Mira's shirt was simple enough, but nothing would ever beat Amaurot when it came to straightforward fashion, as far as Emet-Selch was concerned. Everyone had the same robes, everyone knew how they worked, no complications.]
Hm, and I thought I was already enjoying myself.
[Lightly said, but it's not as though he's going to pass on that invitation, slipping his hands properly under her shirt, and beginning to nudge it upward. It's a slow process, with frequent pauses to stroke or rub over the exposed skin as it was gradually revealed, a low murmur of approval working in his throat. And when her top is eventually removed, to be similarly discarded to the side, it took effort to keep from tugging her tight against him again, skin against skin, as close as he could; it would have been difficult to let go.
The only way to temper the desire was with more contact, holding Mira close, while leaving enough room to keep a hand between them, fingers skimming over her chest once more, outlining her.]
...You are quite lovely, you realize.
[A softer, more serious tone, looking straight into Mira's eyes. Though a moment later, he dips his head, to press a kiss between her collarbones.]
[To be fair, no one ever expected something like this, not even Mira herself. Whatever she was expecting, it certainly did not involve her sitting on Emet's lap and being as close as they are right now as well as the lack of clothing both have.
He'll be able to make out toned skin from Mira's form along with some scars from battles old and recent, including one along her chest, courtesy of Elidibus running around in Zenos's body. But that's what happens when the job is to fight; she's just grateful that she came out with just a mark. But feeling Emet's bare hands on her skin makes her shudder and quietly let out mewls, anticipation filling her mind with what exactly will happen next once that garment is gone. She is lucky that her glasses remain on, not wanting to think about if they too were on the other side of the room like her poor shirt.
But it's his words that make Mira pause, her cheeks growing a deeper crimson as he works on her collarbone while her hand finds its way back to thread his hair before she could reply. He may not have his original powers but Fury help her if those molten gold orbs were looking straight into her. Now she didn't think herself much to look at but it was not out of some kind of self loathing. More than likely, people did pay attention and it was just Mira being her useless self.]
Actually, I had thought myself average compared to others. Suppose it was because I was rather focused on everything else to notice.
[But it's during this that upon one spot on her collarbone, Mira couldn't help but gasp a little louder than usual, making her body tingle.]
[Catching a glimpse of the heat in her face had been somewhat satisfying, though the Ascian doesn't let it distract him. The scars were likewise noticeable, but he doesn't mind them; why would he? They came with her profession, no matter how skilled or fortunate she was. Perhaps he'd ask over their stories one day, though for now he settles for tracing along them as part of the rest of his exploration of her body; they were a part of her, nothing more or less.
The sounds Mira was making were similarly gratifying, and Emet-Selch could feel his pulse further quickened by them. Though at her- modesty? Lack of self-awareness?- he's tempted to point out that his own judgement was obviously both correct, and completely objective, but that would mean more of a pause than he was willing to give.
Especially when Mira's body was responding to him like this, and he can't entirely fight back a small answering shudder. At the stronger reaction to his attention towards her collarbone, the Ascian nips the area more sharply, before soothing it with his tongue.
And from gentle touches grow firmer ones, as his hand kneads over her breast, learning the shape of her through touch alone. At first, only his palm brushes over her nipple, before letting his fingers pay it more close attention. Rolling it between two fingers, his thumb flicks lightly over it.]
[She has to bite her lower lip as a way to hold in a groan, feeling that it was going to be louder than expected. There's still another person in the house (whether they are around or not is uncertain) and explaining what is happening will be strange if she had to put it lightly. Mira didn't expect to react as such but Halone forfend, his touches should be considered sinful.
Well, they already are but the sentiment stays.
If the result is a mark left where she's been bit, it might be hard to cover up but the thought is far from her mind because of everything else she's feeling right now. Mira can feel the heat within her building up with how Emet is playing with her, like the keys to a piano. He'd be able to feel the nubs harden between his fingers and she has to let her lip go as she cries out.]
You tease-!
[With how she says it, the feeling is not unwelcome. Of course he'd do it, the little shit and Mira's allowing it to happen. She cannot control what feels good but Fury help her she wants more.]
[There may be some small marks left from his bite, though probably nothing that would take too long to fade. His thoughts were far from that concern as well, focused entirely on the taste and feel of the skin underneath his lips, every small movement and sound he was provoking from Mira.
Emet-Selch couldn't deny a certain deepening warmth as well, as his hands alternated between massaging at her breasts, and toying with those stiffened nubs- and occasionally casting upward, to brush touches against her shoulders, her throat; there was a lot of skin available, and it all deserved attention. It was all something to be learned, to be memorized.]
Oh? Would you rather I stopped?
[And he almost manages to say it evenly, and when the Ascian tilts his head up to glance at her, his expression is both mildly amused, and the tiniest bit smug. Though in honesty, he was mostly both surprised and a bit touched at how Mira responded to him, despite knowing all of who and what he was.
And it wasn't as though he was exactly unmoved himself, and despite his comment, he's hardly about to even pretend that he's going to stop touching her. And though he lets his hand drift from her chest, it's only to stroke slowly down her side, to rest lightly at her hip.]
[She shouldn't be doing this at all. Would it feel like a betrayal to her friends and comrades if she gave in, let this man touch her as such? While she's drove home the idea of that this is her choice and something she looks on with not a bad notion, it's managing to creep in slowly. After all the pain he's caused to her, the Scions, their home...should she? Everyone else's notion (not a Warrior it seems) seems to believe so and yet, Mira is reminded of K'rihnn's written words and her own response:
Everything I know would say not to extend my hand out to him. And yet, it would feel wrong if I did not at least try to. Suppose my heart is still a little soft after everything.
Perhaps it's because Emet shared something so close to his heart to her that she does this. No obligations but rather the want to know the man beyond the glyph and barbs. Everything else is saying to go back...but that isn't Mira. Don't look back.
When he looks at her, she brings a hand to caress the side of his face. When she speaks, it's quiet but her voice does not break as the woman stares back at him through half lidded eyes.]
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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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At least Mira's shirt was simple enough, but nothing would ever beat Amaurot when it came to straightforward fashion, as far as Emet-Selch was concerned. Everyone had the same robes, everyone knew how they worked, no complications.]
Hm, and I thought I was already enjoying myself.
[Lightly said, but it's not as though he's going to pass on that invitation, slipping his hands properly under her shirt, and beginning to nudge it upward. It's a slow process, with frequent pauses to stroke or rub over the exposed skin as it was gradually revealed, a low murmur of approval working in his throat. And when her top is eventually removed, to be similarly discarded to the side, it took effort to keep from tugging her tight against him again, skin against skin, as close as he could; it would have been difficult to let go.
The only way to temper the desire was with more contact, holding Mira close, while leaving enough room to keep a hand between them, fingers skimming over her chest once more, outlining her.]
...You are quite lovely, you realize.
[A softer, more serious tone, looking straight into Mira's eyes. Though a moment later, he dips his head, to press a kiss between her collarbones.]
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He'll be able to make out toned skin from Mira's form along with some scars from battles old and recent, including one along her chest, courtesy of Elidibus running around in Zenos's body. But that's what happens when the job is to fight; she's just grateful that she came out with just a mark. But feeling Emet's bare hands on her skin makes her shudder and quietly let out mewls, anticipation filling her mind with what exactly will happen next once that garment is gone. She is lucky that her glasses remain on, not wanting to think about if they too were on the other side of the room like her poor shirt.
But it's his words that make Mira pause, her cheeks growing a deeper crimson as he works on her collarbone while her hand finds its way back to thread his hair before she could reply. He may not have his original powers but Fury help her if those molten gold orbs were looking straight into her. Now she didn't think herself much to look at but it was not out of some kind of self loathing. More than likely, people did pay attention and it was just Mira being her useless self.]
Actually, I had thought myself average compared to others. Suppose it was because I was rather focused on everything else to notice.
[But it's during this that upon one spot on her collarbone, Mira couldn't help but gasp a little louder than usual, making her body tingle.]
Aaah-! That's-!
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The sounds Mira was making were similarly gratifying, and Emet-Selch could feel his pulse further quickened by them. Though at her- modesty? Lack of self-awareness?- he's tempted to point out that his own judgement was obviously both correct, and completely objective, but that would mean more of a pause than he was willing to give.
Especially when Mira's body was responding to him like this, and he can't entirely fight back a small answering shudder. At the stronger reaction to his attention towards her collarbone, the Ascian nips the area more sharply, before soothing it with his tongue.
And from gentle touches grow firmer ones, as his hand kneads over her breast, learning the shape of her through touch alone. At first, only his palm brushes over her nipple, before letting his fingers pay it more close attention. Rolling it between two fingers, his thumb flicks lightly over it.]
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Well, they already are but the sentiment stays.
If the result is a mark left where she's been bit, it might be hard to cover up but the thought is far from her mind because of everything else she's feeling right now. Mira can feel the heat within her building up with how Emet is playing with her, like the keys to a piano. He'd be able to feel the nubs harden between his fingers and she has to let her lip go as she cries out.]
You tease-!
[With how she says it, the feeling is not unwelcome. Of course he'd do it, the little shit and Mira's allowing it to happen. She cannot control what feels good but Fury help her she wants more.]
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Emet-Selch couldn't deny a certain deepening warmth as well, as his hands alternated between massaging at her breasts, and toying with those stiffened nubs- and occasionally casting upward, to brush touches against her shoulders, her throat; there was a lot of skin available, and it all deserved attention. It was all something to be learned, to be memorized.]
Oh? Would you rather I stopped?
[And he almost manages to say it evenly, and when the Ascian tilts his head up to glance at her, his expression is both mildly amused, and the tiniest bit smug. Though in honesty, he was mostly both surprised and a bit touched at how Mira responded to him, despite knowing all of who and what he was.
And it wasn't as though he was exactly unmoved himself, and despite his comment, he's hardly about to even pretend that he's going to stop touching her. And though he lets his hand drift from her chest, it's only to stroke slowly down her side, to rest lightly at her hip.]
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Everything I know would say not to extend my hand out to him. And yet, it would feel wrong if I did not at least try to. Suppose my heart is still a little soft after everything.
Perhaps it's because Emet shared something so close to his heart to her that she does this. No obligations but rather the want to know the man beyond the glyph and barbs. Everything else is saying to go back...but that isn't Mira. Don't look back.
When he looks at her, she brings a hand to caress the side of his face. When she speaks, it's quiet but her voice does not break as the woman stares back at him through half lidded eyes.]
I don't want you to. Please don't stop.
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