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[ Her entire body jostles upward with pleasure, rigid and trembling, when he includes the new sensation of his hands aiding the heat between her legs. She stammers out his name, sliding herself back down upon his hips and rocking forward into his touch. Sweat rolls down her neck as she moves herself onto him and against him, up and down, her sounds becoming louder, more strained, tighter as she nears her climax. The rhymic motions are driving her wilder than before, making her lose herself to the incredible heat that's near-boiling. He feels hard within her, he feels incredible, filling her with what she could never provide herself each time she rocks her hips down to him. And she feels it, she knows it's just there, just a little more, more-- ] M-More-- Noct--

[ She's pushed over the edge all at once, gasping and moaning out his name again, fingers digging into his chest as pleasure ripples within her, clamping down along the turgid muscles of his arousal. Once again the lines upon her body come alight and gather into her core, and she throws her head back with a lasting moan as she rides him for that heat, wanting him to follow her pleasure. ]

[The pressure of her muscles around him has him gasping, the slickness of her insides aiding in his quick thrusts in and out of her body despite that tightness instinctively trying to keep him within. His toes curl and flex against the sheets as he rocks up while she comes down, their bodies pounding together like a steady drum of skin and heartbeat. Her heat burns and burns, painlessly scalding, and he can feel the rise of her arousal pushing her right up to her apex, until she crashes over the edge and that wave of overwhelming pleasure pours over him, dragging him to the same cliff and pulling him right over.

It barely takes another grind and a half before he's choking out her name in a guttural cry, his body as deep inside her as their hips will allow and spilling out his pleasure. With his hand still pressed between her legs he can practically feel it, the warm wetness of their joining trickling over his fingertips. He draws his hands back to her hips, holding her in place as he rocks his body slowly to prolong that feeling for the both of them, the intensity trailing off into a low, pleasant buzz.]

Pyra... [is all he can really think to say, his thoughts filled only with her, how good she feels and what a great idea this was. She looks brilliant above him, gleaming with light, sweat-soaked and overwhelmed with bliss, and he loves watching her come down as much as he loves to push her upwards.]

[ Finished and spent, she continues to straddle him while fully sheathing him, chest heaving from the exertion. Despite all the energy spent, her body tingles with lingering heat and arousal, both of which are familiar and welcomed by her. She smiles, blinking her eyes open to look down at him, wanting to memorize how he appears in this moment, just like all the others, content and sated.

She feels... wonderful, grateful, and so very privileged to be the one with whom he chooses to love and do this with.

Her hands roam upon his abdomen upward, allowing a finger to lightly trace over the crystal set in the middle of his chest, then moving upward to his chin. She traces along the side of his jaw, afterwards pressing her palm to the side of his cheek. Her touch is nothing but loving, and, carefully adjusting her hips over him-- but shivering anyways from the lasting pleasure-- she leans down to kiss him upon his lips. ]

That... was-- [ Her voice is hoarse from her cries and calls of his name. ] wonderful.

[He groans in response as she moves, the sound involuntary and a little strained, his body still sensitive to every sensation even as he begins to soften within her. He tilts his chin up to meet her, returning the kiss with a lazy softness, enjoying the salty-sweet taste of sweat on her lips. When she draws back, he lifts a hand to stroke some of the loosened hair away from her face, fingers trailing over her cheek.]

Pretty amazing, yeah... no argument there. [She's never failed to blow his mind. He tucks her hair behind her ear, fingers brushing past the skull earring she wears.] So... did the kimono do anything for you...?

[Maybe they're discovering kinks or something. She always seems to enjoy it no matter what they do - which is a blessing for his ego and his own satisfaction, truly - and he's long grown comfortable being naked with her, but he'd felt a twinge of something different this time, a subtle shift in the dynamic, a change of vulnerability. Not better, not worse than their usual, just... different. And that's not bad, but he'd rather get her thoughts on it, since it had been her request.]

[ Coming down from that high to settle into a languid, content heat, she removes her hips from his and rolls off of him. With her shoulder against his, she closes her eyes again.

The image of him beneath her, panting and speaking her name in such an erotic and affectionate way, remains. She can't help her blush, and her voice carries her smile. ] Yes...

I-- I think... Just seeing you in something different, of my homeworld-- [ A pause. No, that not just it. She doesn't get turned on by the kimono style in general, or if anyone else would wear something similar. It's... ] And knowing you wore it for me.

It was special, that way. [ Said fondly, but she can't help but add, cracking open one eye. ] You also look very, um, hot in it.

Don't I look hot in anything?

[His tone is teasing, in that knowing sort of way, where he acknowledges that he's being a little shit while at the same time stating something that is completely true- or at least something he knows is true from her perspective. He shifts a bit to make a space for her beside him, his arm curving over her shoulders to pull her close. Messy they may be, but they can clean up in a little bit. Post-coital cuddles is an important step that he's not prepared to be the one to skip. And now that she's nice and close, he can lean in to kiss her face again, her cheek and forehead, and lips as well, roving playfully over her features.]

It helps that it's comfortable... I wouldn't mind wearing this around the place more. Though maybe not always in the whole get-up.

[A full kimono garb can be a little stiff, but a light, breezy robe like this? It's right up his alley. And that familiarity goes both ways, though for him to a lesser extent, probably.]

You are very right. [ He's hot all the time, indeed, and he knows her too well, so much that she smiles lazily at the thought.

Pyra turns onto her side, cuddling against him in a way that causes her breasts to cushion against his side. She lifts a hand to his chest, drawing circles into his skin with the pad of her finger. ] You...

You have to tell me what you'd like to particularly see on me, too, you know. Guessing hasn't been easy.

I don't make it easy, huh...

[His eyes drift briefly down to where her hand is wandering, then shift further to rove shamelessly up her body. She looks pretty damn good right now, but that doesn't help the question.]

I really, um... I like you in that dress. It's different from your usual stuff, less casual, more... [He pauses. How does he say 'classy' without implying she's not usually that.] ...elegant? I bet you'd look amazing in other dresses... [His free hand slides over her waist, fingers trailing over the curve of her hip and thigh.] Show off your shape, or maybe something that like, billows. Princess-y.

[She'd look cute in something with layers, he thinks.]

[ His touch earns him a small, content hum. It's simply so easy to bask in the afterglow. ]

Billows and princess-y...

[ A more romantic look, then? ]

Lace, or no lace?

[He considers the idea for a moment, trying to imagine with or without. Both options seem good in his mind. But lace is well known as a sign of something delicate, intricate. Soft and thin material woven together, partially revealing the skin beneath...]

...I wouldn't... say no to lace.

[She's literally naked in front of him, but the thought of her in something lacy brings a flush of red to his cheeks, so that's probably a good answer for her.]

[ That's indeed the answer she had been looking for.

She presses further into him, kissing his cheek. ] In that case, I just might have to commission something lacy [ and racy ] from the robots.

[ Can you imagine-- ]

[Oh no oh no ~~oh yes~~]

R-right... sounds good to me.

[Girlfriend! Lace! Girlfriend in lace! In truth he really just wanted her to treat herself more, but this added benefit to him is undeniably nice. He'll try not to be too antsy as he waits for whatever she decides to get.]

I'll have to be careful with something like that... when I'm taking it off.

[ The blush is fully formed on her own cheeks. ]

Or.... you could magic it off. [ It's not the same as stripping clothes off. However: ] So that you could keep it with you [ Her voice lowers. ] In your armory.

[ He'll have her lacy things even on a walk out on the town. His magic is his birthright, ThE pOwEr Of KiNgS. ]

[He makes a thoughtful noise, then chokes back a laugh, tilting his head to bump against hers.]

Okay, but imagine the horror if someone else thinks about spare clothes while summoning and accidentally calls a lacy dress into their hands. I'd never live it down.

[ He has a point! And she giggles softly against his skin. ]

You're right.... [ A sigh. ] I suppose you'll have to take it off of me in the traditional way.

[ Oh how awful. ]

Ah...

[He looks a little shy again, and it takes him a moment, but he's able to shake it off. He has no reason to feel embarrassed! This is normal, very normal couple stuff!]

I- I liked that, too. Watching you...

[Her, taking her clothes off for him, or him helping her do it. Both is good.]

[ He liked... watching her? That gets another flare of pink to dust across her cheeks, and she quietly tucks that knowledge in her mind for later. How far she's come, that she doesn't feel as self-conscious as she once may have been, even when compared to when they first became lovers. ]

That-- that works out, because I like the feeling of your hands as they, um, undress me.

That so...

[He's happy to hear that, and it shows in his expression, shyly pleased. The reveal of fabric drawn back to make way for bare skin, more to touch... and getting to touch that skin, watching her expression change as he does. He likes that, and if she does, all the better.]

Sounds like we've got a few good ideas for the future, then.

[ He may not completely know the impact it has on her when he speaks of the future with a smile. But it's there, present in the way she looks at him lovingly, tiling her head up to take his lips with hers for a slow, affectionate kiss. ] I think...

[ With her hand still upon his cheek, she draws away to admire his expression. ]

...We have many things to look forward in the future we have here.

[ She needn't even name them, because she's certain that they will be there. ]

[He makes a pleased sound, keeping close after they part from the kiss, fingers curling gently where they rest on her hip. He's all contented affection right now, the shyness of their conversation fading back into satisfaction. Nothing to be ashamed or embarrassed about, and like usual, his instinct to fuss over nothing was silly. They accept one another, and thanks to that, they have this future together: ideas of lace and undressing and whatever else that don't matter in the grand scheme of things, but are allowed to matter in this world where they can indulge. It's pretty great, actually.]

If I think of anything else, I'll... let you know, okay?

[If he's keeping her guessing, yet she wants to do more and more new things with him, then he owes it to her to try and give her more ideas. This was fun, and whatever else they try is bound to be fun too.]

I'll do the same.

[ Spoken as a soft promise, she settles back into the mattress, allowing her head to rest against his shoulder.

Being with him feels like a dream, because happiness and contentedness has only ever been a surreal concept before meeting him. Often times, she has to remind herself that this is real, that this is what they have; and what they have is powerful, unique, beautiful, and precious.

With a sigh, she smiles to herself, stating simply: ]

I love you.

[He shifts with her and tilts his head against hers, both arms curling around her to hold her close. A dream indeed, and not just hers- he's living it as well, happily, and for once he doesn't let the dread of waking up to find it gone bother him. Tonight was wonderful, she's wonderful, and he feels wonderful just having her in his arms. Right now he needs nothing else, least of all fears of the inevitable. Let the future be dreams, and in the morning, they'll make them real every day until they're gone.]

Yeah... I love you.

[He's so, so lucky.]

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