[Her breath hitches and she mewls at his fingers, just feeling that dull ache ignite within her core. Just hearing him speak her name makes it feel as she is floating and Fury help her it feels so good.]
Enjoying the view, I take it.
[It's with a chuckle and even she can tell he's eager as it seems Emet is taking his sexual frustration on his poor pants. It's a good thing that the dark knight is the helpful sort as his hands aren't the only ones on the accursed clothing.
[There's a little too much breath in the words to be entirely casual. And her hands are a welcome, and possibly even helpful addition to his own, even as Emet-Selch has to partially sit up a bit, in order to finally manage to push everything down. Some impatient maneuvering later, and finally all the accursed material was gone.
And that brought some light relief in itself, though it's short-lived, the greater need remaining. But before moving over Mira again, the Ascian pauses, looking down at her, at the scene before them. It wasn't hesitation, just a silent consciousness of this moment, in all its transience.
There was a certain melancholy lurking behind that feeling, but Emet-Selch ignores it, moving to let their bodies settle together once more, this time completely free from interference. But simple contact wasn't enough at this point, not nearly, and he nestled between her thighs with a tense shiver, hardness brushing up against her, before maneuvering a hand lower to help guide himself into her body. Tilting his head up to observe Mira's face, the Ascian doesn't pause until he can feel the full length of himself buried within her. And though he seems otherwise quite calm, he's unable to stop the small shudder that runs through him, or the low sigh that escaped with his exhalation.]
[Oh enjoy it all you wish, Mira minds not in the slightest. It feels rather wonderful to have someone look upon her and not for her title. And yet she's never felt so exposed in both senses of the term. A rarity in her life now as she reaches toward him, letting this be her focus now. Her legs open to him, welcoming as she shudders as his length moving past her lower lips. Emet sinks into her and Mira's doing her best not to cry out loudly while her other leg positions itself and hooks with her other around his hips. Her inner walls are clenching around him and she's trying to adjust herself, feeling her heat blossom but far from satisfied.]
Ohhh yes~!
[She can't help but roll her hips into his, feeling oh so wonderful. Sinful without a doubt but incredible as well. Uncoming for a Warrior of Light but who cared now? She can't help but lose herself in this pleasure, making soft moans with each movement. Gods, she doesn't want this to end-!]
[It was hard to not cry out with her, as he felt that tightening around him, the shudders of Mira's body against and under him, and he buries his face against her neck. It's instinct rather than any deliberate thought that has him slide partially from her body, before pressing sharply forward once more, matching the roll of her hips.
Her legs around him kept their bodies close, as close as it was possible to be. And once started, it was impossible to keep from moving, to keep from burying himself within her heat. His pulse was racing, the softest of moans escaping with each new push into her body. It was probably some kind of betrayal to be so open with an enemy, to find pleasure in Light's destructive embrace, but the Ascian couldn't quite find the inclination to care.
This was only for them, if only for a moment- outside of alignments and titles and respective fates.]
[With one arm gripping his back and her other hand touching his locks of hair, it's as she's encouraging him to take more. Let them have this, even if only it may be just once. There's no line between them now as enemies but just as two people in passionate company. No titles, nothing else needed. However, it's when she arches herself into him again and he hits a particular bundle of nerves, Mira cannot help but cry out his name feeling immense pleasure.]
Hades-!
[His name. His true name. She's had the thought for awhile that saying it to him might be a bad idea considering outside of their battle, she didn't have the right to speak his name. Feels like she shouldn't and yet unknowingly, she invokes it. By the time she's realizes it, the deed has been done and she cannot help but have a moment of dread. And yet, it feels as its drifting away in this state of euphoria. Drifting away but still lingers and praying that she didn't mess this up somehow.]
[While there was certainly a reaction to the sound of his name, it would be hard to describe it as a negative one. Catching him off-guard, the Ascian's breath hitches sharply, followed by an almost strangled, needy sound. Despite the refusal to stop moving, he tilts his head to bring their lips together, in a meeting that was more desperation than a kiss.
His name was the most personal thing he possessed, the one thing that was entirely his own. The sound of it brought a different sort of pleasure, a different kind of ache. It had once been a common address, but that had been another time and place- something he'd never have again.
Just the sound of it, cried out like that, was enough to intensify everything. His movements became rougher, sharper, what was left of his control was burned away by degrees, intent only on taking everything that Mira was offering him. He doesn't know how long it lasts until there's nothing left, only the inevitable peak- a moment that has him clinging hard to Mira, near-violent shudders wracking his body as he releases deep inside of her. Unable to let go for some time after, Emet-Selch can only gasp for air and shiver.]
[And his answer was given. Mira couldn't feel any sort of unease with him, rather a stronger intensity as every move, every touch feels much more powerful as he takes everything she has for him. Despite the roughness of his touches and thrusts, Mira returns them with fervor as nothing but pleased sounds and her partner's name fell from her lips.
She could not hold it in much longer and the moment she felt him release, it triggers her own climax as she lets go, moaning his name like reverance to a god. Her body tensing up at first but then lets herself become more lax as she rides it out, the heat that once bloomed released along with her orgasm as she continues to hold Emet-Selch, Hades, in her arms, lightly rubbing circles in between his shoulder blades.]
Is it...alright to stay like this for a bit longer?
[And the continued use of his name doesn't get any less enjoyable, shivering a little from the repetitions, holding Mira that much tighter as he feels her work through her own climax. Even through the fading haze of his own, there was that extra warm jolt, a small shudder at the tone her voice took.
Even when it had calmed, Emet-Selch remained where he was, responding to Mira's question with a soft hum.]
...I certainly hope so.
[Because he was loathe to move, even to pull himself from her body. Resting heavily on top of Mira, if not to the point of leaving his full weight on her, he leaned the side of his face against hers. Mira's hands were a soothing touch, the skin contact almost... comforting. Reassuring, even if he wasn't entirely sure what he needed reassurance of.]
[She's reminded of the time when he had crashed into the Exarch's bushes; the same time where she had tried to help him up, only to have Emet come crashing down on top of her. The fact that not only it was accidental but purely a moment where it was fine to think 'oh shite'. And yet here they are in the same position but much different context.
Falling on accident and being naked while buried deep within someone is different indeed.
Mira welcomes this weight however, humming in content at the close contact both are sharing. It's a comfort she will cherish despite who they are because Mira knows once the issues of this land are done, they will have to return to the Source and First. To their fates.
No, it will not do them any good to dwell on it right now. She is happy with reveling in the afterglow of their coupling, slowly swaying in a means to soothe as the hyur shifts her head to kiss the Ascian's cheek tenderly.]
Good. Because I certainly do not want to move yet.
[Because while the Ascian was pretty sure he could probably rest there indefinitely, surrounded by warmth in multiple ways, he was aware that Mira's position was slightly different.
The kiss has Emet-Selch lean quietly into it. The small signs of... was it affection? Were almost as surprising as everything that has proceeded it. Though for the moment, it felt natural enough, and he returns the gesture with a small kiss to the side of Mira's neck. Would anything change between them after this, he wondered. While he doubted their everyday dynamic would shift much, this wasn't the sort of experience one could easily walk back from.
...Not that it truly mattered, he couldn't help but remind himself. This would be lost just as surely as everything else.]
You'll stay a while regardless.
[Though he phrases it as a statement, there's a question in his tone. But the most honest way of saying it would have been, please don't leave.]
[She catches how he words that and she cannot help but hold him a little tighter. Even if she couldn't place her finger on what they were now, they would still cooperate with each other outside of the bedroom. And yet...she would not say no to more moments like this. Mira had already resolved herself to focus on her duties as the Warrior and as a Scion over any other but only because she knows her line of work is dangerous. She knows that she will not know the warmth of another body, their heartbeat against hers, the taste of sweet lips as long as the Source and the Mothercrystal needs her.
And yet, this world let her.
The argument can be made that it's with the wrong person but they both made this choice together. Both Mira and Emet had chances to walk away and never speak nor think about this ever again and yet they reached out. After learning about his demise at her hands, he still came to her. After she learned about two people he held dear to his heart, she did not leave. Mira's aware what this will do to her, knows the pain she will recieve in the end. But she will take it over being numb. Fray taught her that.
[Feeling Mira's arms around him tighten, Emet-Selch nestles reflexively against her, as if they could get any closer. It wasn't... a bad feeling, to be held like this. Nostalgic.
And complicated. As complicated a choice as either of them could have made. And even if the solitude was still there, the loneliness ever-present and unmoving, it was- not terrible to pretend otherwise, for a time.]
Thank you.
[Almost formally spoken. Shifting a hand, he brushed it against the side of Mira's face, smoothing back any stray pieces of hair, but mostly just- quietly touching her, in some small way.]
[Complicated as hell but worth it in her mind. She can feel her eyelids get heavy, fine with a little rest for the time being and Hades feels so warm right now. But there's one more thing that she should do for them both and thankfully, Mira does not need to move from her spot.
She can feel the softness of the blanket around her toes and that's where her idea comes in. Letting her foot gather enough of the cloth for it slip far enough, Mira lifts her leg to move it close enough so it can reach the tips of her fingers. Once in her grasp, she gently pulls the blanket enough that both had some decent coverage.]
...I couldn't just let all our body heat go to waste in this cold.
[Besides, warmth just means a bit more rest for them both.]
[Though there's a brief moment of vague confusion at Mira's movements, the feeling of a blanket being nudged up clarified things. This was nicer; her arms couldn't exactly cover his entire back, and a chill would set in soon enough. This would lock in their warmth a bit better.]
If you're not careful, I will fall asleep like this.
[He murmured a warning against her neck. Even if he hadn't been trying to sleep prior to all of this, their current atmosphere was quite congenial to a nap.]
[Might be later but she'll worry about it then. At this point in time, all the Warrior cares about is the warmth being shared between them and good it feels. Mira doesn't know if it'll happen again but she would. She enjoys his company after all.]
[The Ascian only makes a softly amused sound in reply. If Mira was alright with it, then he had no complaint. Distantly, he wondered if this would happen again- and though he supposed it was possible that they would both come to their senses later, he... sort of hoped they wouldn't. Would there really be any harm if this continued? Probably, yet....
It had been a long while since the last time Emet-Selch had fallen asleep alongside (or in this case, on top of) someone. And he would've expected it to feel unusual enough to make it harder to drift off, but- in the end it really doesn't take much time at all.]
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Enjoying the view, I take it.
[It's with a chuckle and even she can tell he's eager as it seems Emet is taking his sexual frustration on his poor pants. It's a good thing that the dark knight is the helpful sort as his hands aren't the only ones on the accursed clothing.
Helpful or needy, either works.]
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[There's a little too much breath in the words to be entirely casual. And her hands are a welcome, and possibly even helpful addition to his own, even as Emet-Selch has to partially sit up a bit, in order to finally manage to push everything down. Some impatient maneuvering later, and finally all the accursed material was gone.
And that brought some light relief in itself, though it's short-lived, the greater need remaining. But before moving over Mira again, the Ascian pauses, looking down at her, at the scene before them. It wasn't hesitation, just a silent consciousness of this moment, in all its transience.
There was a certain melancholy lurking behind that feeling, but Emet-Selch ignores it, moving to let their bodies settle together once more, this time completely free from interference. But simple contact wasn't enough at this point, not nearly, and he nestled between her thighs with a tense shiver, hardness brushing up against her, before maneuvering a hand lower to help guide himself into her body. Tilting his head up to observe Mira's face, the Ascian doesn't pause until he can feel the full length of himself buried within her. And though he seems otherwise quite calm, he's unable to stop the small shudder that runs through him, or the low sigh that escaped with his exhalation.]
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Ohhh yes~!
[She can't help but roll her hips into his, feeling oh so wonderful. Sinful without a doubt but incredible as well. Uncoming for a Warrior of Light but who cared now? She can't help but lose herself in this pleasure, making soft moans with each movement. Gods, she doesn't want this to end-!]
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Her legs around him kept their bodies close, as close as it was possible to be. And once started, it was impossible to keep from moving, to keep from burying himself within her heat. His pulse was racing, the softest of moans escaping with each new push into her body. It was probably some kind of betrayal to be so open with an enemy, to find pleasure in Light's destructive embrace, but the Ascian couldn't quite find the inclination to care.
This was only for them, if only for a moment- outside of alignments and titles and respective fates.]
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Hades-!
[His name. His true name. She's had the thought for awhile that saying it to him might be a bad idea considering outside of their battle, she didn't have the right to speak his name. Feels like she shouldn't and yet unknowingly, she invokes it. By the time she's realizes it, the deed has been done and she cannot help but have a moment of dread. And yet, it feels as its drifting away in this state of euphoria. Drifting away but still lingers and praying that she didn't mess this up somehow.]
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His name was the most personal thing he possessed, the one thing that was entirely his own. The sound of it brought a different sort of pleasure, a different kind of ache. It had once been a common address, but that had been another time and place- something he'd never have again.
Just the sound of it, cried out like that, was enough to intensify everything. His movements became rougher, sharper, what was left of his control was burned away by degrees, intent only on taking everything that Mira was offering him. He doesn't know how long it lasts until there's nothing left, only the inevitable peak- a moment that has him clinging hard to Mira, near-violent shudders wracking his body as he releases deep inside of her. Unable to let go for some time after, Emet-Selch can only gasp for air and shiver.]
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She could not hold it in much longer and the moment she felt him release, it triggers her own climax as she lets go, moaning his name like reverance to a god. Her body tensing up at first but then lets herself become more lax as she rides it out, the heat that once bloomed released along with her orgasm as she continues to hold Emet-Selch, Hades, in her arms, lightly rubbing circles in between his shoulder blades.]
Is it...alright to stay like this for a bit longer?
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Even when it had calmed, Emet-Selch remained where he was, responding to Mira's question with a soft hum.]
...I certainly hope so.
[Because he was loathe to move, even to pull himself from her body. Resting heavily on top of Mira, if not to the point of leaving his full weight on her, he leaned the side of his face against hers. Mira's hands were a soothing touch, the skin contact almost... comforting. Reassuring, even if he wasn't entirely sure what he needed reassurance of.]
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Falling on accident and being naked while buried deep within someone is different indeed.
Mira welcomes this weight however, humming in content at the close contact both are sharing. It's a comfort she will cherish despite who they are because Mira knows once the issues of this land are done, they will have to return to the Source and First. To their fates.
No, it will not do them any good to dwell on it right now. She is happy with reveling in the afterglow of their coupling, slowly swaying in a means to soothe as the hyur shifts her head to kiss the Ascian's cheek tenderly.]
Good. Because I certainly do not want to move yet.
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[Because while the Ascian was pretty sure he could probably rest there indefinitely, surrounded by warmth in multiple ways, he was aware that Mira's position was slightly different.
The kiss has Emet-Selch lean quietly into it. The small signs of... was it affection? Were almost as surprising as everything that has proceeded it. Though for the moment, it felt natural enough, and he returns the gesture with a small kiss to the side of Mira's neck. Would anything change between them after this, he wondered. While he doubted their everyday dynamic would shift much, this wasn't the sort of experience one could easily walk back from.
...Not that it truly mattered, he couldn't help but remind himself. This would be lost just as surely as everything else.]
You'll stay a while regardless.
[Though he phrases it as a statement, there's a question in his tone. But the most honest way of saying it would have been, please don't leave.]
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And yet, this world let her.
The argument can be made that it's with the wrong person but they both made this choice together. Both Mira and Emet had chances to walk away and never speak nor think about this ever again and yet they reached out. After learning about his demise at her hands, he still came to her. After she learned about two people he held dear to his heart, she did not leave. Mira's aware what this will do to her, knows the pain she will recieve in the end. But she will take it over being numb. Fray taught her that.
Just what was this feeling?]
I'll stay with you for a time.
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And complicated. As complicated a choice as either of them could have made. And even if the solitude was still there, the loneliness ever-present and unmoving, it was- not terrible to pretend otherwise, for a time.]
Thank you.
[Almost formally spoken. Shifting a hand, he brushed it against the side of Mira's face, smoothing back any stray pieces of hair, but mostly just- quietly touching her, in some small way.]
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She can feel the softness of the blanket around her toes and that's where her idea comes in. Letting her foot gather enough of the cloth for it slip far enough, Mira lifts her leg to move it close enough so it can reach the tips of her fingers. Once in her grasp, she gently pulls the blanket enough that both had some decent coverage.]
...I couldn't just let all our body heat go to waste in this cold.
[Besides, warmth just means a bit more rest for them both.]
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If you're not careful, I will fall asleep like this.
[He murmured a warning against her neck. Even if he hadn't been trying to sleep prior to all of this, their current atmosphere was quite congenial to a nap.]
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[Might be later but she'll worry about it then. At this point in time, all the Warrior cares about is the warmth being shared between them and good it feels. Mira doesn't know if it'll happen again but she would. She enjoys his company after all.]
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It had been a long while since the last time Emet-Selch had fallen asleep alongside (or in this case, on top of) someone. And he would've expected it to feel unusual enough to make it harder to drift off, but- in the end it really doesn't take much time at all.]