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⟪ she watches his expression twist and expects fury at the intrusion, rage in the face of being touched by magic in so intimate, so personal a way. the disappointment which marks his features instead is... unexpected.
still, the dance she awaits now is one she has danced many times before with her champion. for all the ways he sees the use of her power, for all the ways he often lets her do all she considers necessary, the inherent powerlessness he feels in the face of whatever price there is to pay and whatever consequences there are never quite failed to incite the king's anger. only in the last months at the wall had he mellowed, though that may well be jon snow's doing – the young man's refusal to do as the king orders him make him the target of most frustrated threats.
and now she's here, kanan takes her hand, and stannis is alive and, perhaps, not alive at the same time, if snow had told her the truth. when she had previously been on the verge of some indiscretion, it had always been in the name of the use of her powers, when she could not draw on the king's strength without doing him harm. but it is not indiscretion to do as she pleases as a priestess. she knows, too, that if she lies with kanan tonight (and must it truly be an 'if'), it has nothing at all to do with any rites, any magic, and that she does not intend to violate his trust and spit in the face of his easy forgiveness. that she is seeking his company for pleasure, and comfort perhaps, but not for any measure of war and victory.
and she could dwell on that more, were it not he who asks forgiveness now. the breath she draws gives away her confusion, even though he goes on to explain.
guilt. it had been guilt and shame, this is the nature of the discomfort she had caused him. absurd by the standards of her own faith and culture, but common, she has found, in others – but still, it is far from what she had braced herself for when she'd revealed what must have happened. most of all, what startles her is that he blames himself for his reaction to her. not to say that stannis had been incapable of that, he'd blamed himself plenty if the queen selyse spoke the truth, but that had hardly stopped him from blaming her a good deal as well.
instead of dwelling on this, she straightens herself, their hands still intertwined. ⟫
I would lie if I claimed that I had not thought of you with this kind of longing. ⟪ her voice is warm, inviting as she draws closer, as she lifts his hand so that he may rest it against her hip, her waist. ⟫ I can forgive you to ease your heart, but there is nothing in your thoughts that I truly wish you would repent for.
still, the dance she awaits now is one she has danced many times before with her champion. for all the ways he sees the use of her power, for all the ways he often lets her do all she considers necessary, the inherent powerlessness he feels in the face of whatever price there is to pay and whatever consequences there are never quite failed to incite the king's anger. only in the last months at the wall had he mellowed, though that may well be jon snow's doing – the young man's refusal to do as the king orders him make him the target of most frustrated threats.
and now she's here, kanan takes her hand, and stannis is alive and, perhaps, not alive at the same time, if snow had told her the truth. when she had previously been on the verge of some indiscretion, it had always been in the name of the use of her powers, when she could not draw on the king's strength without doing him harm. but it is not indiscretion to do as she pleases as a priestess. she knows, too, that if she lies with kanan tonight (and must it truly be an 'if'), it has nothing at all to do with any rites, any magic, and that she does not intend to violate his trust and spit in the face of his easy forgiveness. that she is seeking his company for pleasure, and comfort perhaps, but not for any measure of war and victory.
and she could dwell on that more, were it not he who asks forgiveness now. the breath she draws gives away her confusion, even though he goes on to explain.
guilt. it had been guilt and shame, this is the nature of the discomfort she had caused him. absurd by the standards of her own faith and culture, but common, she has found, in others – but still, it is far from what she had braced herself for when she'd revealed what must have happened. most of all, what startles her is that he blames himself for his reaction to her. not to say that stannis had been incapable of that, he'd blamed himself plenty if the queen selyse spoke the truth, but that had hardly stopped him from blaming her a good deal as well.
instead of dwelling on this, she straightens herself, their hands still intertwined. ⟫
I would lie if I claimed that I had not thought of you with this kind of longing. ⟪ her voice is warm, inviting as she draws closer, as she lifts his hand so that he may rest it against her hip, her waist. ⟫ I can forgive you to ease your heart, but there is nothing in your thoughts that I truly wish you would repent for.
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[ his hands are moved up touch her sides and he permits it, fingers relaxing around the curve of her body and palm pressing in firm. she radiates the same heat as always, but it feels more intense as he knows she draws closer into him. her voice mesmerizes him more than ever, drowning out the heinous whisper in his head until it dies out completely. kanan is not blind to his physical appeal, using that and a silver tongue to charm many women before into getting in bed with him. he can't remember the last time he was on the receiving end of temptation, and it's frightening how eager he is to give in.
the jedi warned of attachments, for they distract from their oath to be peacekeepers for a galaxy in need. romantic relationships were frowned upon more than someone relieving themselves of a physical urge, as you cannot commit your mind, body and soul to a person and to a greater cause at once. or so they preached back when the jedi order existed. kanan questioned it as a child, and as an adult he doesn't believe it. the people you come to care for, to bring into your heart, your space, and life, give strength to what you fight for. it puts a face to the cause.
he holds her and draws her in, urging her to sit on his lap, and sees no reason why he can't let her in. she speaks of her life like she comes from a long gone lost era, and yet the path she walks is so much like his. darker and crueler, but that only means he can offer her the light that she clearly wants in her life. faith, alone, cannot feed a person. people need people. he wants to be her people. ]
I should have been stronger in the face of my dreams. I was pushing you away in my mind over nothing. [ he explains, because he needs to her to know this isn't her fault alone. she caused the dreams, but he chose how to react to them. ] If you can forgive me for that... I want to sleep with you tonight.
[ not to make those dreams real, but because he cares for her and wants to show it. ]
the jedi warned of attachments, for they distract from their oath to be peacekeepers for a galaxy in need. romantic relationships were frowned upon more than someone relieving themselves of a physical urge, as you cannot commit your mind, body and soul to a person and to a greater cause at once. or so they preached back when the jedi order existed. kanan questioned it as a child, and as an adult he doesn't believe it. the people you come to care for, to bring into your heart, your space, and life, give strength to what you fight for. it puts a face to the cause.
he holds her and draws her in, urging her to sit on his lap, and sees no reason why he can't let her in. she speaks of her life like she comes from a long gone lost era, and yet the path she walks is so much like his. darker and crueler, but that only means he can offer her the light that she clearly wants in her life. faith, alone, cannot feed a person. people need people. he wants to be her people. ]
I should have been stronger in the face of my dreams. I was pushing you away in my mind over nothing. [ he explains, because he needs to her to know this isn't her fault alone. she caused the dreams, but he chose how to react to them. ] If you can forgive me for that... I want to sleep with you tonight.
[ not to make those dreams real, but because he cares for her and wants to show it. ]
⟪ one of the reasons why attachments are considered so treacherous among her faith are the very visions that make a priest. to read the flames is difficult at best, it takes years to tell if one sees the past, present, or future, and years more to make sense of the lord's fiery language. attachments can blur the signs – after all, does not every one wishes only the best for those they care for? wouldn't many turn a blind eye to a warning, if the warning calls for a lover to die? not all of them are azor ahai, who was able to make so heartbreaking a choice for his god.
no, in melisandre's eyes, it is almost kinder to be discouraged away from such loves, platonic or romantic or otherwise. lonely, perhaps, yes, but loneliness leaves more time for god, and emptiness makes her more useful a tool to the cause.
then why, pray tell, is she feeling so relieved when it sinks in that he truly has forgiven her? she allows herself to be drawn into his lap, feels his touch through the thin fabric of her robes, which are held closed by little but a belt-of-cloth and a few tied ribbons. her own hands pause as he speaks, one at his chest, the other light against the back of his neck. he speaks with the same honest sincerity she has noted since they first met, asks once again to be forgiven for something she... has not seen as wrong. he has said not a single cruel word, has even been the one to ask her to meet him again – to say this is bewildering would be an understatement. ⟫
You are beyond forgiven. ⟪ though it feels false to forgive him for something that she had not held against him in the first place. ⟫ And I wish to lie with you tonight.
⟪ there are other things she wishes, too, but those are difficult to articulate – she cannot explain the way she is drawn to him as if he, too, were made of flame, or put into words how strange, yet good it is to even as much as speak to him, or to find that he can once again face her. nor can she admit that she has weighed his companionship against the power their joining could hold, and chosen his companionship easily and with little hesitation over the alternative.
what comes easier is to lift her eyes, draw closer still, and lean in to kiss him. ⟫
no, in melisandre's eyes, it is almost kinder to be discouraged away from such loves, platonic or romantic or otherwise. lonely, perhaps, yes, but loneliness leaves more time for god, and emptiness makes her more useful a tool to the cause.
then why, pray tell, is she feeling so relieved when it sinks in that he truly has forgiven her? she allows herself to be drawn into his lap, feels his touch through the thin fabric of her robes, which are held closed by little but a belt-of-cloth and a few tied ribbons. her own hands pause as he speaks, one at his chest, the other light against the back of his neck. he speaks with the same honest sincerity she has noted since they first met, asks once again to be forgiven for something she... has not seen as wrong. he has said not a single cruel word, has even been the one to ask her to meet him again – to say this is bewildering would be an understatement. ⟫
You are beyond forgiven. ⟪ though it feels false to forgive him for something that she had not held against him in the first place. ⟫ And I wish to lie with you tonight.
⟪ there are other things she wishes, too, but those are difficult to articulate – she cannot explain the way she is drawn to him as if he, too, were made of flame, or put into words how strange, yet good it is to even as much as speak to him, or to find that he can once again face her. nor can she admit that she has weighed his companionship against the power their joining could hold, and chosen his companionship easily and with little hesitation over the alternative.
what comes easier is to lift her eyes, draw closer still, and lean in to kiss him. ⟫
[ her kiss pressed to his mouth does not surprise, but he's taken in quick by how warm even her lips out. his eyes close and he is lost to the moment, focus only maintaining to return it. he breaks off the kiss, breathes out, then continues with another as he inhales through his nose. in and then out, a certain form of meditation to keep him calm even as heat starts to burn low throughout his body. he'll follow her lead on it though, so that he can focus on other matters.
now that she's resting on him he can move one of his hands up, fingers carefully grazing down from the base of her neck down the curve of her spine, searching and tracing. he wants to learn her body because it's how he can see her and how he can know her. he envisions the memory of their skin tones contrasting, brushes past her long red hair, and makes a gentle hum when his finger finds a tied ribbon. he smiles and blindly tugs at it with his index and thumb, the thread starting to loosen little by little until it finally comes loose.
his hand goes on to her belt next, which he felt when she guided his hands. however it's not as easy to feel for where the buckle is while keeping up with the pace of her mouth on his. pity that. ]
now that she's resting on him he can move one of his hands up, fingers carefully grazing down from the base of her neck down the curve of her spine, searching and tracing. he wants to learn her body because it's how he can see her and how he can know her. he envisions the memory of their skin tones contrasting, brushes past her long red hair, and makes a gentle hum when his finger finds a tied ribbon. he smiles and blindly tugs at it with his index and thumb, the thread starting to loosen little by little until it finally comes loose.
his hand goes on to her belt next, which he felt when she guided his hands. however it's not as easy to feel for where the buckle is while keeping up with the pace of her mouth on his. pity that. ]
⟪ she feels him smile into the kiss just before the tie in the back is loosened, and it draws out a smile of her own to find their wants matched like this. there is another kind of intensity to his touch, as though he is reading her. like this, his hands are neither claiming nor tearing for his goals, and there's a fire in the pit of her stomach at the sensation that demands nothing short of more.
their kiss deepens, and she allows herself to get lost in it until she feels him seek about the belt. it's a tricky beast, that one, and while one hand remains at the back of his neck, tracing a light pattern, the other guides his to her side, where the buckle is half-hidden. it's a simple, circular thing, golden as her choker, a pin running through it from top to bottom, keeping it in place. it is good that she needs to break away for air, anyway – ⟫
You need to pull the pin out entirely. ⟪ she places a kiss to his throat, right by his pulse point, lips burning as ever as she barely pulls back to speak. ⟫ It's quite sharp.
⟪ it's a last means of self-defence, essentially, and she doesn't want him to accidentally pierce himself on it. ⟫
their kiss deepens, and she allows herself to get lost in it until she feels him seek about the belt. it's a tricky beast, that one, and while one hand remains at the back of his neck, tracing a light pattern, the other guides his to her side, where the buckle is half-hidden. it's a simple, circular thing, golden as her choker, a pin running through it from top to bottom, keeping it in place. it is good that she needs to break away for air, anyway – ⟫
You need to pull the pin out entirely. ⟪ she places a kiss to his throat, right by his pulse point, lips burning as ever as she barely pulls back to speak. ⟫ It's quite sharp.
⟪ it's a last means of self-defence, essentially, and she doesn't want him to accidentally pierce himself on it. ⟫
Mhm. [ his throat rumbles with her kiss, a breath smoothly exhaling with a gentle gravel. ] Right.
[ with her guidance he gets his fingers on the top of the pin, and tugs it cautiously to loosen it before giving it a full pull. her belt loosens for him to undo and pull off completely, letting it drop from his hand with a clapping clank to the hardwood ground. his hands waste no time reaching to her shoulders, slowly pulling off her robe and glad when it comes apart.
he pulls her in for a quick kiss, to her lips, then under her jawline, then trailing down her neck, humming low. ]
Mind helping with my shirt?
[ with the poncho off he wears a navy blue dress shirt with a collar that covers up the end of his neck right before his adams apple. his hand goes to undo the large button up by the collar, modified to make it easier by a tailor he tipped well, and leans his body and arms away from her. ]
[ with her guidance he gets his fingers on the top of the pin, and tugs it cautiously to loosen it before giving it a full pull. her belt loosens for him to undo and pull off completely, letting it drop from his hand with a clapping clank to the hardwood ground. his hands waste no time reaching to her shoulders, slowly pulling off her robe and glad when it comes apart.
he pulls her in for a quick kiss, to her lips, then under her jawline, then trailing down her neck, humming low. ]
Mind helping with my shirt?
[ with the poncho off he wears a navy blue dress shirt with a collar that covers up the end of his neck right before his adams apple. his hand goes to undo the large button up by the collar, modified to make it easier by a tailor he tipped well, and leans his body and arms away from her. ]
⟪ she shrugs out off the long sleeves, casting the robe aside as much as she can in her position. most of all, she wants it out of the way so none of the hidden compartments can open. it is not an accident she herself has had, but as most of the alchemical powders she carries are common among priests of her station –– there have been incidents, and few of them pretty. under his attentive kisses, she stifles a moan, and her heartbeat quickens, and truth be told, the robe is half forgotten already.
so far, she has made no move at all to undo any of his clothing, and it had not struck her as odd – some preferences were easier to accept than they were to argue, and stannis had much preferred to stay as dressed as possible. it must have almost become a habit. ⟫
Nothing I would rather do. ⟪ and she means it, her voice a low hum. it's been... a while since she had the chance to truly discover a partner like this, and her fingers are swift and skilled, the buttons coming undone one by one as she touches her lips to his skin with every newly revealed inch of it. the contrast to her fingers is sharp, the lack of sun in the many years she's spent in asshai have left her bone-pale, while his skin has the warm tone so often found across essos. ⟫ You are very handsome.
⟪ her breath half-caught in her throat marks her words true, even if they feel like the contrived, silly words of someone much younger than she. truth is, most her nights have been spent with men and women of the faith, and thus, most compliments she paid, while genuine, were layered with praise to her god. after all he has suffered through his own order, the horrors he has witnessed, it would feel... inappropriate, though, to use such words with him.
strange things fellden does to her, when she would normally be so willing to end any other worship. ⟫
so far, she has made no move at all to undo any of his clothing, and it had not struck her as odd – some preferences were easier to accept than they were to argue, and stannis had much preferred to stay as dressed as possible. it must have almost become a habit. ⟫
Nothing I would rather do. ⟪ and she means it, her voice a low hum. it's been... a while since she had the chance to truly discover a partner like this, and her fingers are swift and skilled, the buttons coming undone one by one as she touches her lips to his skin with every newly revealed inch of it. the contrast to her fingers is sharp, the lack of sun in the many years she's spent in asshai have left her bone-pale, while his skin has the warm tone so often found across essos. ⟫ You are very handsome.
⟪ her breath half-caught in her throat marks her words true, even if they feel like the contrived, silly words of someone much younger than she. truth is, most her nights have been spent with men and women of the faith, and thus, most compliments she paid, while genuine, were layered with praise to her god. after all he has suffered through his own order, the horrors he has witnessed, it would feel... inappropriate, though, to use such words with him.
strange things fellden does to her, when she would normally be so willing to end any other worship. ⟫
[ a heavy breath, caught up in her touch- ] I try.
[ cocky, yes, but what can he say? he hasn't seen himself in a while of course, but still grooms to the best of his ability. he rather ditch his beard all together if he's honest, but the constant shaving he would need to endure makes it a chore. instead he carefully grew it into a good shape that's easy to maintain. his hair has always been in a ponytail since he was young, after someone he has forgotten pointed out to him he would run his hand through it when nervous.
speaking of his hair, his fingers wind back behind his head to pull the band off. the rubber coils around his wrist, a good way to avoid losing it, and he takes a moment to shake his hair to let it down. it flows down straight with only a light wave, curling at the ends to just past his shoulders. ]
Better?
[ cocky, yes, but what can he say? he hasn't seen himself in a while of course, but still grooms to the best of his ability. he rather ditch his beard all together if he's honest, but the constant shaving he would need to endure makes it a chore. instead he carefully grew it into a good shape that's easy to maintain. his hair has always been in a ponytail since he was young, after someone he has forgotten pointed out to him he would run his hand through it when nervous.
speaking of his hair, his fingers wind back behind his head to pull the band off. the rubber coils around his wrist, a good way to avoid losing it, and he takes a moment to shake his hair to let it down. it flows down straight with only a light wave, curling at the ends to just past his shoulders. ]
Better?
⟪ she gives a soft laugh at his tones, not vain, per se, but self-aware.
it is almost by reflex that she reaches out to touch his hair when he opens it, though, running her fingers through it with no little admiration. he is well-groomed, common across most essosi cultures, but a struggle with some of the westerosi if life among the soldiers had taught her anything. ⟫
It suits you well. ⟪ and if she were to kiss him again at that, would anyone blame her? at least with her hands buried in it, she can draw him ever closer. ⟫
it is almost by reflex that she reaches out to touch his hair when he opens it, though, running her fingers through it with no little admiration. he is well-groomed, common across most essosi cultures, but a struggle with some of the westerosi if life among the soldiers had taught her anything. ⟫
It suits you well. ⟪ and if she were to kiss him again at that, would anyone blame her? at least with her hands buried in it, she can draw him ever closer. ⟫
[ he mutters a quiet 'thanks' right as she dips into him again, and his arms stretch to wrap around her waist, one hand settling on the small of her back while the other flattens on the curve of her spine. a quiet yet more than appreciative moan is breathed as she threads through his hair, his bare chest flushed against hers, enjoying the intensity of her heat even if its near scalding. he keeps up with her pace, matching her mouth to his with the low burn of passion coursing through, parting ways only to come up for air. ]
Can - Can you lie down on the bed? [ his breath is ragged as he asks, words spilling out even as he tries not to rush. ] I need to get my pants off.
[ he swallows tight and if she thought to glance down she would see the obvious tightness in his form-fitting pants. ]
Can - Can you lie down on the bed? [ his breath is ragged as he asks, words spilling out even as he tries not to rush. ] I need to get my pants off.
[ he swallows tight and if she thought to glance down she would see the obvious tightness in his form-fitting pants. ]
⟪ she draws back, and does cast her gaze down, before resting her face against his throat in such a way that he can feel her lips twist into an appreciative smirk. ⟫
Please do. ⟪ next time – why she assumes that there is a next time, she does not know for certain, but all there is to say that she relishes his company –
so perhaps there won't necessarily be a next time. that's a thing to consider. she shifts against his hardness. ⟫ Unless you wish me to aid you there in the same way I did with your shirt?
⟪ should he choose to decline, she will abandon his lap to wait by his side on the bed. ⟫
Please do. ⟪ next time – why she assumes that there is a next time, she does not know for certain, but all there is to say that she relishes his company –
so perhaps there won't necessarily be a next time. that's a thing to consider. she shifts against his hardness. ⟫ Unless you wish me to aid you there in the same way I did with your shirt?
⟪ should he choose to decline, she will abandon his lap to wait by his side on the bed. ⟫
[ he stifles a grunt when she shifts, suspecting it was intentional if that smirk pressed to him is any hint. he's starting to guess that she's deceptively devious and he likes it.
as for that- ]
Yeah, that works too.
[ he'll at least undo the two buttons with one hand, but along with his pants are his high boots going up to an inch under his knees. he's both glad and regrets that he attempted to dress for a good impression because he was meeting her. ]
Do you mind if I ask - [ he hopes she doesn't mind, he's always been too curious for his own good ] - your skin is really warm. Is that how it always is?
[ it seems like any time they have ever come into contact her skin has had the warmth of a small fire. he brushed it off as an oddity, but being in full body contact makes it much more apparent and hard to ignore. ]
as for that- ]
Yeah, that works too.
[ he'll at least undo the two buttons with one hand, but along with his pants are his high boots going up to an inch under his knees. he's both glad and regrets that he attempted to dress for a good impression because he was meeting her. ]
Do you mind if I ask - [ he hopes she doesn't mind, he's always been too curious for his own good ] - your skin is really warm. Is that how it always is?
[ it seems like any time they have ever come into contact her skin has had the warmth of a small fire. he brushed it off as an oddity, but being in full body contact makes it much more apparent and hard to ignore. ]
⟪ she is out of his lap, for it would be best to be before him to do what she wishes to do next
unfortunately, she then does pause at the question – and his clothes will have to wait a moment as she tries to evaluate how to keep her unspoken promise regarding her magic without revealing things she keeps so close to her chest. which, considering that she sits almost entirely naked safe for a slip of an underskirt, is a bit of an ironic thought. ⟫
It is. ⟪ she takes a deep breath, as if to try and clear her mind from the daze. ⟫ Life within the Red Temple can bring many changes, if one is so blessed.
unfortunately, she then does pause at the question – and his clothes will have to wait a moment as she tries to evaluate how to keep her unspoken promise regarding her magic without revealing things she keeps so close to her chest. which, considering that she sits almost entirely naked safe for a slip of an underskirt, is a bit of an ironic thought. ⟫
It is. ⟪ she takes a deep breath, as if to try and clear her mind from the daze. ⟫ Life within the Red Temple can bring many changes, if one is so blessed.
Mhm. [ then she considers it a blessing. interesting that and a line of questioning he wants to pursue, but...
he clears his throat, the tightness not going away. ]
As long as you're ok. Not - that you're not, but just... [ he rakes a hand through his hair, only noticing his old bad habit as his fingers thread. ] Just making sure you're ok.
[ nailed it. ]
he clears his throat, the tightness not going away. ]
As long as you're ok. Not - that you're not, but just... [ he rakes a hand through his hair, only noticing his old bad habit as his fingers thread. ] Just making sure you're ok.
[ nailed it. ]
⟪ so often is he calm and perfectly collected that it is charming to see him a little undone, stumbling over a sentence, running a hand through hair that he usually keeps so neat. ⟫
I could scarcely – ⟪ and with that, she leans forward to rid him off his boots ⟫ – be better.
⟪ a white lie, not because she is not well, but because she knows this is not the appropriate answer. what she ought to tell him is that her well-being hardly matters, seeing how she is a vessel for her god. what she should not do is feel warmed by his concern for her person. ⟫
I could scarcely – ⟪ and with that, she leans forward to rid him off his boots ⟫ – be better.
⟪ a white lie, not because she is not well, but because she knows this is not the appropriate answer. what she ought to tell him is that her well-being hardly matters, seeing how she is a vessel for her god. what she should not do is feel warmed by his concern for her person. ⟫
That's good.
[ he feels his feet freed up one by one, and takes the chance to pull down his pants. a pair of black boxer briefs still tighten him, but he sets his hands flat on the edge of the mattress. he senses she might want that for herself. ]
Just... don't get me off, ok?
[ if he finishes in her mouth this early into the night he'll just leave and suffer in the rain, it's fine. ]
[ he feels his feet freed up one by one, and takes the chance to pull down his pants. a pair of black boxer briefs still tighten him, but he sets his hands flat on the edge of the mattress. he senses she might want that for herself. ]
Just... don't get me off, ok?
[ if he finishes in her mouth this early into the night he'll just leave and suffer in the rain, it's fine. ]
⟪ for a moment, the phrase confuses her, before she catches his meaning and hums her agreement as she shifts forward. part of her wishes to tell him that she would hardly be mad – and another part of her relishes the fact that he is invested enough in her own pleasure to wish to hold off.
but then, at this point, she rather thinks more talking would border on the torturous for him – truth is, she has trouble keeping still herself – so instead, she finally frees him of his restraints, swallows, and leans forward. at least now, there is no harm in her hand being warm as she runs it up and down his length just once, and then places almost cruelly teasing kisses against his shaft, slowly moving upward. all the while, she listens closely for his breathing, watches his movements, seeking signs that tell her to stop. for all intents and purposes, she wants to keep to his wishes. ⟫
but then, at this point, she rather thinks more talking would border on the torturous for him – truth is, she has trouble keeping still herself – so instead, she finally frees him of his restraints, swallows, and leans forward. at least now, there is no harm in her hand being warm as she runs it up and down his length just once, and then places almost cruelly teasing kisses against his shaft, slowly moving upward. all the while, she listens closely for his breathing, watches his movements, seeking signs that tell her to stop. for all intents and purposes, she wants to keep to his wishes. ⟫
[ kanan can't see as she comes down on him, but he takes a breath in anticipation to brace himself. his hands grip hard on the mattress when the first touch comes, and he quietly breathes out his puff audibly when she takes him into her mouth. it's been a while since he's been with anyone like this, and he's pretty sure the last time it happened was with an alien that had some extra appendages that clung onto him. it's a big galaxy after all.
his eyes flutter close and his head lowers. in silence he counts, breathing, not slipping into meditation but using similar practices to keep collected. his hands continue to press hard, fingers digging into the sides and lightly scratching in a way that can't be missed. he doesn't want to come so he has to restrain himself. it's so hard though - her lips are teasing and smooth and he swallows down any instinct to push in a little closer to her mouth. he must be patient and he must retain focus. ]
his eyes flutter close and his head lowers. in silence he counts, breathing, not slipping into meditation but using similar practices to keep collected. his hands continue to press hard, fingers digging into the sides and lightly scratching in a way that can't be missed. he doesn't want to come so he has to restrain himself. it's so hard though - her lips are teasing and smooth and he swallows down any instinct to push in a little closer to her mouth. he must be patient and he must retain focus. ]
⟪ her pleasure in this comes, yes, from the act itself, from taking him in, from tasting him, from knowing that there are few prayers holier than that between two people in this position – any many others. but it also comes from teasing him, from knowing that she could drive him to completion with ease, from hearing him breathing in a way so controlled it speaks of restraint.
but his fingers are digging into the mattress, she can tell he is tense, and with slow reluctance, she ends up withdrawing, though she does rest her cheek against his thigh. ⟫ More?
but his fingers are digging into the mattress, she can tell he is tense, and with slow reluctance, she ends up withdrawing, though she does rest her cheek against his thigh. ⟫ More?
[ in and then out, his breathing remains rigid and even. in the jedi order, meditation was one of the very first skills a youngling was taught to master. they would sit a child no more than six or seven in a room, alongside a group of other children the same age, and were taught how to meditate. once basic lecture was done, it was time to put it into practice.
the teachers could tell when someone's thoughts started to ran or they became distracted inside their head. they would gently whack them with a wooden pole on their shoulder, not painfully but certainly with a thud, and add another half hour onto their practice time. not just for that one youngling, but for the entire group. the order was a collective - they worked together, succeeded together and were reprimanded together.
caleb dume was awful at meditation and everyone damn near hated him for extending their time multiple instances in a session.
however it means that years of drilling have made him very good at it. still he can slip in and out with ease, so he doesn't miss a beat with her question. ]
Yes. [ his voice is firm and restrained, but not devoid of want. ] I'll let you know when it's too much.
[ now that he says that though, he thinks she'll take it as a challenge. ]
the teachers could tell when someone's thoughts started to ran or they became distracted inside their head. they would gently whack them with a wooden pole on their shoulder, not painfully but certainly with a thud, and add another half hour onto their practice time. not just for that one youngling, but for the entire group. the order was a collective - they worked together, succeeded together and were reprimanded together.
caleb dume was awful at meditation and everyone damn near hated him for extending their time multiple instances in a session.
however it means that years of drilling have made him very good at it. still he can slip in and out with ease, so he doesn't miss a beat with her question. ]
Yes. [ his voice is firm and restrained, but not devoid of want. ] I'll let you know when it's too much.
[ now that he says that though, he thinks she'll take it as a challenge. ]
⟪ with no little fascination does she wonder if he is using the same technique now that she had witnessed in the gods wood just a few weeks prior. and it is true that it takes her... a fair deal of self-control not to see if she can find the edges of this ability. ⟫
Do.
⟪ she presses a kiss to his inner thigh before she returns, this time only with more mischief on her mind. she kisses the tip of his cock in the same slow fashion he has become so intimately familiar with, only to take it properly into her mouth next. not deep by any means, but enough, she hopes, to tempt him to movement. she teases his tip with her tongue only to withdraw again, and then to use her tongue against the length of him. ⟫
Do.
⟪ she presses a kiss to his inner thigh before she returns, this time only with more mischief on her mind. she kisses the tip of his cock in the same slow fashion he has become so intimately familiar with, only to take it properly into her mouth next. not deep by any means, but enough, she hopes, to tempt him to movement. she teases his tip with her tongue only to withdraw again, and then to use her tongue against the length of him. ⟫
[ the next batch of breathes are shakier than the initial, even as he keeps them dangerously even and precise every ten seconds. he counts in his head while she rolls her tongue around his prick, and feels his insides constraining for how he resists the urge to push into her mouth. he's glad this time he can't see her, he thinks he wouldn't be able to resist opening his eyes to look at her. it would ruin him.
his hands only keep gripping the bed like he's about to fall off the edge of a cliff, holding on for dear life. his toes curl and his heels right slightly, the only physical indication of how this is affecting him. he swallows, throat now dry, but isn't ready to tell her to stop. it's a matter of pride for him even. he even constrains his throat to not make a sound, even now feeling a moan attempting to claw its way out for a verbal release. ]
his hands only keep gripping the bed like he's about to fall off the edge of a cliff, holding on for dear life. his toes curl and his heels right slightly, the only physical indication of how this is affecting him. he swallows, throat now dry, but isn't ready to tell her to stop. it's a matter of pride for him even. he even constrains his throat to not make a sound, even now feeling a moan attempting to claw its way out for a verbal release. ]
⟪ not sure if she feels challenged or amazed by the fact that, though ragged around the edges, he still keeps his breathing in that steady fashion. there is a different tension to his legs – is he digging his heels in? she can't tell from her position, not without stopping.
and stopping, so it has been decided, is out of question unless he tells her to. he has not made a sound yet, and she takes him deeper into her mouth then, near fully, and begins to feign a steadier rhythm than before. if he could see her, she wonders if his task of holding out would be made more difficult, but that just so sparks another idea.
the next time she is lingering in tantalising cruelty at his tip, tongue teasing him before she covers him once more with her mouth, she allows herself a quiet moan. ⟫
and stopping, so it has been decided, is out of question unless he tells her to. he has not made a sound yet, and she takes him deeper into her mouth then, near fully, and begins to feign a steadier rhythm than before. if he could see her, she wonders if his task of holding out would be made more difficult, but that just so sparks another idea.
the next time she is lingering in tantalising cruelty at his tip, tongue teasing him before she covers him once more with her mouth, she allows herself a quiet moan. ⟫
[ oh- ]
Ngh-
[ he chokes down a sudden moan that tries to surface, the knuckles of his hands whitening and in pain as he becomes desperate to stay still. he regrets ever telling her he liked her voice, now he sees what he has wrought. the pace of his breathing starts to stutter, and he's trying his fastest to get it back on track as his heart quickens. ]
Cheater. [ he mutters quietly, still keeping any sound that tries to get out from emerging. ]
Ngh-
[ he chokes down a sudden moan that tries to surface, the knuckles of his hands whitening and in pain as he becomes desperate to stay still. he regrets ever telling her he liked her voice, now he sees what he has wrought. the pace of his breathing starts to stutter, and he's trying his fastest to get it back on track as his heart quickens. ]
Cheater. [ he mutters quietly, still keeping any sound that tries to get out from emerging. ]
⟪ and is it not cheating to try and get her to talk now? something like that she might say, if that wasn't exactly her point. so instead of words, she flicks her tongue against him. she knows, too, that she could exploit this weakness to a far greater deal were she to use her powers, but that is neither here nor there. she enjoys the game, a great deal even, but only because it is a game. the fact that there is, if his hardness is any indication, an amount of pleasure for him in trying to hold back excites her. who wins the game is neither here nor there, there is no one who truly loses here.
she sucks the tip of his prick into her mouth, takes him to the deepest point yet, but she knows that forming a proper rhythm, truly making it so he fucks her mouth, would likely shatter his focus all too soon for his liking.
that doesn't mean she can't sigh softly against him, just for calling her a cheat. even though her voice has a shudder to it that easily gives away that she, too, is desperate to be touched. ⟫
she sucks the tip of his prick into her mouth, takes him to the deepest point yet, but she knows that forming a proper rhythm, truly making it so he fucks her mouth, would likely shatter his focus all too soon for his liking.
that doesn't mean she can't sigh softly against him, just for calling her a cheat. even though her voice has a shudder to it that easily gives away that she, too, is desperate to be touched. ⟫
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