[ The light fades from his eyes and he nods as she walks forward, following her as instructed. ]
I would.
[ He's too curious to say no and already asked to be hers, so he's really in it now. Whatever powers Aphrodite can give, he's here to learn them (even if he admires the sway of her hips in the interim). ]
[The displaced sand gives her a few extra inches of height, so she doesn’t have to stand so tall when she takes his face in her hands and leans in for another kiss. This one more slow and sensual, and she tilts her head into it, letting her eyes flutter shut and focusing on letting her power settle into him. It’s not the same as the aphrodisiacs that he’s likely felt before, but it’s a warm, energetic power. Not so noble and refined as Athena or Artemis, Aphrodite’s powers push more toward the wild and impulsive, and Fjord might feel his blood run hotter.
Or perhaps that’s just the kiss. Which is, by the way, entirely unrelated to the delivery of her boon, but it’s more fun this way.]
Now, this one needs a little time to heat up, my aid.
[If she’d been asked to go first, she was originally planning on starting Fjord out with something simpler – a charm spell to turn the little crabs on the beach in his favor perhaps – but now it’s a competition. Even if she’s the only one who thinks it is.]
[ He's about to get distracted from their business by that kiss, stepping in closer when it ends. He can feel the new warmth remaining and it turns out he wasn't just reacting to them, it's a lingering effect of whatever boon she's granted him. Little weird, but he likes the extra potential under his skin. ]
[Good. All the better to distinguish her separately from the Wildmother. These aren’t your wildmother’s boons.]
Hmm, that is a good question I have never been on the receiving end of this. Typically, the godling shouts my name and points his weapon at his foe, and I take care of the rest, channeling my power through him.
[Not all of her boons are so personally involved, but she wants to impress Fjord right off of the bat. Her gaze sweeps over the beach, looking for a suitable “foe” for Fjord. Finally she settles for piling up one of the mounds of sand in a vague blob shape (it’s a body!), drawing a little frowny face on the top of it with her finger. As a finishing touch, she sets a round fruit that had fallen from one of the trees on top.
When it’s done she steps faaar away from the target, cupping her hands around her mouth, she calls to him.]
Make it impressive, my dear paladin!
[ What will 2000 damage do to a papaya? We’ll find out]
[ He shoulders his sword as she builds him a little opponent, raising a brow as Aphrodite scoots back rather far. Fjord makes sure to keep the attack turned away from her when he raises his sword and focuses on the new energy pulsing through him. ]
I'll do my best.
[ Having her cheering him on has his blood up and when he feels Aphrodite's godly power taking over from Melora's it's like sipping a different drink at a bar, the flavour changes in the back of his mouth and he feels lights ignite behind his eyes again, this time pink.
The bolt that erupts from the Star Razor obliterates the poor little melon-man in one shot and leaves a crater, the pastel blast that rockets down causing him to stumble back a few steps in surprise as all the trees shake on one side and the ocean ripples. All the hairs rise on the back of his neck as he looks over to her in surprise; that was like two Divine Smites combined. ]
[The blast goes off and a grin pulls wide across her features, big enough to hurt her cheeks when Fjord expresses his shock and awe. She’s never seen such a beautiful destruction of a sand dune, and all at once every ounce of insecurity is dashed along with the sand, replaced with a swell of pride (and, let’s be honest, arousal.)
She jogs over to where he’s standing and wraps her arms around his side,]
Were you impressed? [Nevermind that all of her other boons are much less visually impressive as that, as with everything, she wants to lead with her best. There’s some sand on his shirt and she brushes it away, leaning in to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth, still gaping.] I think that was even bigger than when Zagreus does it~!
[Then again, Zagreus is fighting beasts of the underworld and not sand, but it still looked very impressive!]
[ The afterbuzz has him vanishing his sword into thin air and running his hands up her sides, seeking out her skin through the soft fabric scantily clad around her today as Aphrodite is tugged in against his armour. ]
You have a habit of making me blow up, don't you?
[ It's cheesy but true, and he hides his fond smile by kissing her right there in the middle of the open beach where anyone can see. ]
[He runs his hands over her body and it's not hard to find the parts in her dress, allowing him to sneak hands under fabric and get his hands on bare skin. She shivers, not finding the hard press of armor against her body unpleasant in the slightest, and she stands tall on her toes to kiss him, heated in the way she wraps her arms up and around his neck, slotting her mouth against him with a playful press of her tongue in his mouth, letting him know that watching him use her powers had gotten her riled up already.
When she pulls back, her face is flushed warm, and she brushes her thumbs over his cheeks, under his eyes.]
Pink has looked good on me since I got to this island.
[ The kiss inflames his adrenaline-fuelled eagerness and he tastes her right back with a lashing tongue, loving the way she melts against him. He's bolder these days, more than he ever would have been months before getting to know her so well, and that's why he doesn't take his eyes off Aphrodite as the fingers at her hip crawl her dress up so he can slip his hand underneath the soft drape of fabric and cup between her legs, middle-finger rubbing lightly at her folds.
All in public on the (currently) empty beach, his kiss at the corner of her mouth as his voice drops to a rumbling timbre. ]
I don't tell you enough how beautiful you are, that's on me. Let your Paladin show you some appreciation for that kind blessing.
[They're alone on the island but there's still something so bold about the way his hand slips under her dress, the hand that had just held the Star Razor now cupping her most intimately, fingers slid against her folds, seeking the heat that is rapidly becoming apparent with each passing second. A noisy breath slips out as she shifts where she stands, deciding between standing up tall to kiss him, and easing her legs apart so he can touch her more boldly. Darn their height difference.]
My paladin- [She keens, keeping one arm wrapped around his shoulders while the other trails south, seeking the binds of his armor already.] I'd give you everything - anything I have to offer, [She breathes deep, rubbing her cheek against his beard, and shifts her hips against the cup of his hand, rutting against his palm lightly,] As long as you show your appreciation like that.
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[ Her fingers catch on the buckles at the side of his mariner's armour, her sweet scent all around as he kisses his way to an ear. His pleased rumble of a purr can be felt as much as heard and he crooks his finger, sliding it inside to give her more friction as she squirms to get closer. ]
Let's find somewhere to settle down, shall we?
[ He tips his head back and nods to the crater, which afford partial cover and is frankly the most convenient option when Aphrodite is hot on his hand, dewy-wet as he toys with her. ]
Unless you'd prefer the hike back to your temple ...
[Said mischievously as she abandons the buckles on his armor for the moment to rub over the thinner material over his thighs, up to palm him through his clothes, groping him shamelessly, possessively now that it's settling in that he's her paladin. It's not just teasing or a game. He asked for her powers and she gave it to him in spades, she's not sure what sort of loyalty that belies in his world, but he's so devoted to his Wildmother, it means something.
Still standing, she turns to press her back against his chest. A hand catches his and puts it back in place between her legs, wrapping around from behind and she looks up at him, the back of her head pressed between the dip in his pecs.]
Get me off like this first, and you can take me anywhere you'd like.
[ He's always surprised by how actively she wants to boss him around, not just suggestively but directly with the way she moves and wraps him around her anew. It's delightfully alluring and Fjord does whatever she bids, sliding his fingers back inside her (oh yes, two if she can take them) his armour scattered around his boots with his cloak as he faces the ocean with Aphrodite in his arms and lowers his lips to her shoulder. ]
Whatever the lady wants.
[ With his bootheels braced in the sand, he acts as he wall against which she can arch and writhe as much as she pleases, a second hand sliding up to free her breasts and cup their weight with firm but gentle caresses, holding her close. ]
[Truth be told, they'd probably both be more comfortable if they'd go settle somewhere to really get intimate, but there's something so wonderfully arousing about leaning against Fjord like this, his hands on her, fingers inside of her. The sand shifts under her feet as she inches her knees apart, and the stretch of the second finger joining his first makes her breath catch, her weight pressing back against his chest.
Her dress hangs off of her torso, only kept from falling to the sand by her (bountiful) hips and his hand buried between her legs. Leaving her topless, facing the sea with Fjord at her back. In the back of her mind, she knows they're not so far off from the rest of the island, but it feels wild and free like this. Like they're the only people on the planet.
She moans, one hand reaching up to brush over his beard, back to hook over his neck. Greedy for even more touch between them.]
We keep finding our way back here, don't we? Back to the water. [Baths don't really count as ocean, but the point still stands.]
[ He's hard behind his leathers and she may be able to feel it despite them, resting against the small of her back. It's just the usual effect of her and he pays his erection little mind, too focused on how beautiful she is in his hands as he takes care of her with them, fucking her deeply to the second-knuckle as they curl inside her heat and give her something to stretch around. His thumb rolls over her wet clit to spread the damp around and he digs his tusks into her neck, the softness of her breast in his palm almost too much to bear; he wants to get his mouth all over her. ]
Born out of the sea, weren't you? No wonder I love you like a madman.
[Even if the leathers obscured him, she can hear his desire in his voice, and feel it in the curl of his fingers. They dig in deep enough to make her toes curl in the sand, and her back arches against him, gaze gone from the sea to the sky. They're out in the open but she doesn't bother obscuring her noises, pitched higher when she feels his tusks pinch into her skin. Fates, but he knows how to drive her crazy so quickly.
Then he says that and she can't help the slight buckle of her knees. No wonder I love you-] Oh gods- [She wants to make love to him, but she wants to finish like this, can't bear the thought of breaking away from him now, so desperately she ruts her hips against his, finding a particularly pleasurable spot where she's caught between his hands and his hardness behind her. (if only she was a little taller, she could rut against his cock with her backside.)
With the spread and stretch of his fingers inside of her- along with the swirl of his thumb, the climax catches her off guard, faster than usual. A sharp gasp, and her whole body goes taut, giving him a half second to catch her before she's melting, legs gone soft.]
[ An approving rumble echoes the end of her orgasm as Aphrodite comes over his fingers, soaking his hand. Their quick fucking slows to a sensual drag along her oversensitive walls and he continues to move them inside her to be a tease, thumb ghosting over her clit so as not to overwhelm; just keep her there on the edge.
Kisses nuzzle aside her laurels so he can find an ear and murmur, ]
My beautiful girl.
[ He feels so silly and high, in love with her after months of growing closer so that he can't not admit it anymore. He figured she can feel it in his emotions, anyway.
Fjord keeps an arm around her hips to steady Aphrodite so she doesn't fall, unclipping his cloak to swirl in front of them on the sandy beach, the soft red interior sky-up. All thoughts of being subtle and making use of the crater nearby, evidence of her powers flowing through him, are trampled by the urgent need to be inside her. ]
Lie down, sweetheart. I want to come inside you.
[ Need to would be a more appropriate way of phrasing it, but he wants to fuck her so badly he feels stupid with it. ]
[She keeps to her feet with his steady arm around her, and it takes a few moments until her legs don't feel like so much jelly anymore. The cloak around their feet is an inviting bed, but not so inviting as his words in her ear, sending a shiver of aftershock through her body.
But she dithers there, pressed against him, head tipped back on his shoulder as a smile pulls across her features. Genuine and pushing on a little bit silly as she opens her eyes, so full of fondness.]
You said that you loved me. [She could feel it, for certain but hearing it is another thing. It meant that Fjord acknowledged it too. Slowly she turns around in his arms, wrapping hers around his neck to kiss him, slow and sweet, formed around the smile that won't dissipate.] Say it again, Darling.
[ You said that you loved me. He did, and he meant it, heart beating faster when he looks at Aphrodite turning to face him in his arms, keeping her safe inside his embrace. He brushes a long dishevelled strand of pink aside and cups her face as they kiss, nuzzling nose-to-nose as he returns a smile that crinkles the corners of his eyes. ]
I love you. I've never loved a woman like I do you.
[ Soft kisses pepper the short distance between their lips, unable to resist. Charisma burns in his veins as he lets his emotions out for once. ]
From the moment we met you have made me feel like a man who has worth. I'll never forget how you didn't flinch when you let me into your bath, [ that draws out a breathy laugh, ] you wanted every part of me without hesitation. I loved you for that. You're a little jealous sometimes, but truth be told I like that too. I'm the same.
[ As much as he and Aphrodite have other lovers, he always thinks of her as his woman, his would-be-wife in a life where they weren't mortals and gods. It could have worked out between them had it been so, of that he's sure, but he's not about to waste the time and circumstances they do have together.
Fjord shakes his head down at her fondly, eyes warm and dark (with a ring of yellow). ]
All you've ever done is make me feel good about myself. I hope I've done the same. This crazy dimension pulled us together unexpectedly, and I'm grateful ... but somewhere out there, on a world where you and I met as two normal people, I like to think we do have a house full of children and every night I get to love you the way you deserve. You're all mine and I'm all yours.
I'll give you snippets of that life while we're here, if I can. Every time I look at you, I want to try.
[Her grin pulls even wider. Love is not an unfamiliar feeling to her by a long shot, but it was typically reserved for experiencing it through the mortals that she watched from afar. It's not that she hasn't fallen in love before but it was fleeting and one sided and complicated - impossible between a god and a mortal despite her hearts intents otherwise.
But there's nothing complicated in the way Fjord smiles when he looks at her and - well maybe there's still the whole issue between gods and mortals - but that's for a later her to worry about. For now, all she can think about is the warm, fluttering feeling that fills her chest, fit to spill out. Her hands cup the sides of his face and she smiles and kisses him once, twice on his lips.]
Of course I get jealous, you're wonderful. And you make me feel wonderful. Like I have value beyond my divinity. [It sounds funny, when it's wrapped into a love confession, but there's a difference between devotion to a goddess and the sort of love that mortals share. Something that could drive a man into Tartarus just for a chance to see their beloved once more.
Sinking down onto the makeshift bed he made with his cape, she tugs him down to join her, never quite breaking those points of contact, kissing his lips, touching his face, his chest - that armor needs to go, and she finds the straps of his leathers. She tries not to ruin the soft, sentimental moment, although her motions push on the insistent side, and she grins.] Come here - my paladin. My love. Let me make love to you like we were in that world - on the beaches of your Menagerie Coast. Just a woman and the love of her life.
[ Following her lead and sinking to his knees between hers, he helps her undo the straps of his armour and toss it aside into the sand. He can only be bothered to yank his tunic over his head before his patience begins to run out and he has to prowl over her for another kiss, longer and deeper as if they have all the time in the world.
The love of her life.
He shoves his belted skirt off but leaves the laces of his leather pants for her, too busy helping peel off her dress with gratuitous caresses, tickling along her sides. ]
If this were Port Damali you'd have a crowd of admirers wherever you went, I don't know about privacy.
Port Damali. [She corrects herself, committing the name to memory.] The whole host of Mount Olympus could bear witness, and I would make love to you just the same.
[She wriggles her hips, moving her legs to help him peel the dress off - frankly he could rip it off of her for all she cared in the moment. Her fingers drop to the laces of his pants, pausing there to trace fingers over his stomach, the curve of his hip bones. It's a difficult balance, wanting to take her time with him, and feeling the urgency deep in her limbs that she wants him inside of her. As keenly as every time that they've been together, she wagers that they could lay together hundreds of times and she would still yearn for his touch. To explore him like it's the first time all over again.]
But I will not complain having privacy here. [She kisses his lips right where they curve over one of his tusks that peek out. The laces of his pants go quickly now, and she slips a hand in the slack of his trousers now, shimmying the fabric down just enough to free him.] I think you would have your share of admirers too, and I want you all to myself right now.
[ The breath that leaves him when her hand slides into his pants is a shuddering one of relief, cock pressing out of the laces and into her palm with a shallow rock of his hips. ]
All yours.
[ Braced on a bent arm beside her, he flips up her dress and aligns them without having to look, having done this more times than he can reasonably count nowadays. Fjord kisses her with a happy rumble-purr and guides her thighs up around his hips before pausing with the hot tip of his cock rubbing at her folds, slick with her former orgasm. It's torture for him but he wants to see the craving in her eyes again. ]
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[ The light fades from his eyes and he nods as she walks forward, following her as instructed. ]
I would.
[ He's too curious to say no and already asked to be hers, so he's really in it now. Whatever powers Aphrodite can give, he's here to learn them (even if he admires the sway of her hips in the interim). ]
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Or perhaps that’s just the kiss. Which is, by the way, entirely unrelated to the delivery of her boon, but it’s more fun this way.]
Now, this one needs a little time to heat up, my aid.
[If she’d been asked to go first, she was originally planning on starting Fjord out with something simpler – a charm spell to turn the little crabs on the beach in his favor perhaps – but now it’s a competition. Even if she’s the only one who thinks it is.]
And you’ll need a suitable target, hmm.
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How do I use it?
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These aren’t your wildmother’s boons.]Hmm, that is a good question I have never been on the receiving end of this. Typically, the godling shouts my name and points his weapon at his foe, and I take care of the rest, channeling my power through him.
[Not all of her boons are so personally involved, but she wants to impress Fjord right off of the bat. Her gaze sweeps over the beach, looking for a suitable “foe” for Fjord. Finally she settles for piling up one of the mounds of sand in a vague blob shape (it’s a body!), drawing a little frowny face on the top of it with her finger. As a finishing touch, she sets a round fruit that had fallen from one of the trees on top.
When it’s done she steps faaar away from the target, cupping her hands around her mouth, she calls to him.]
Make it impressive, my dear paladin!
[ What will 2000 damage do to a papaya? We’ll find out]
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I'll do my best.
[ Having her cheering him on has his blood up and when he feels Aphrodite's godly power taking over from Melora's it's like sipping a different drink at a bar, the flavour changes in the back of his mouth and he feels lights ignite behind his eyes again, this time pink.
The bolt that erupts from the Star Razor obliterates the poor little melon-man in one shot and leaves a crater, the pastel blast that rockets down causing him to stumble back a few steps in surprise as all the trees shake on one side and the ocean ripples. All the hairs rise on the back of his neck as he looks over to her in surprise; that was like two Divine Smites combined. ]
Holy shit.
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She jogs over to where he’s standing and wraps her arms around his side,]
Were you impressed? [Nevermind that all of her other boons are much less visually impressive as that, as with everything, she wants to lead with her best. There’s some sand on his shirt and she brushes it away, leaning in to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth, still gaping.] I think that was even bigger than when Zagreus does it~!
[Then again, Zagreus is fighting beasts of the underworld and not sand, but it still looked very impressive!]
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That was amazing, I didn't know you could do that! That was a whole heap of aid, if that's what you call it. Call a Cleric [ smooch! ] but not for me!
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I don't make a habit of blowing holes in things, but a lady has to be able to defend herself, hm? [Gods don't always get along after all!]
How did it feel? Different from your Wildmother?
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[ The afterbuzz has him vanishing his sword into thin air and running his hands up her sides, seeking out her skin through the soft fabric scantily clad around her today as Aphrodite is tugged in against his armour. ]
You have a habit of making me blow up, don't you?
[ It's cheesy but true, and he hides his fond smile by kissing her right there in the middle of the open beach where anyone can see. ]
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[He runs his hands over her body and it's not hard to find the parts in her dress, allowing him to sneak hands under fabric and get his hands on bare skin. She shivers, not finding the hard press of armor against her body unpleasant in the slightest, and she stands tall on her toes to kiss him, heated in the way she wraps her arms up and around his neck, slotting her mouth against him with a playful press of her tongue in his mouth, letting him know that watching him use her powers had gotten her riled up already.
When she pulls back, her face is flushed warm, and she brushes her thumbs over his cheeks, under his eyes.]
Pink looks good on you.
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[ The kiss inflames his adrenaline-fuelled eagerness and he tastes her right back with a lashing tongue, loving the way she melts against him. He's bolder these days, more than he ever would have been months before getting to know her so well, and that's why he doesn't take his eyes off Aphrodite as the fingers at her hip crawl her dress up so he can slip his hand underneath the soft drape of fabric and cup between her legs, middle-finger rubbing lightly at her folds.
All in public on the (currently) empty beach, his kiss at the corner of her mouth as his voice drops to a rumbling timbre. ]
I don't tell you enough how beautiful you are, that's on me. Let your Paladin show you some appreciation for that kind blessing.
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My paladin- [She keens, keeping one arm wrapped around his shoulders while the other trails south, seeking the binds of his armor already.] I'd give you everything - anything I have to offer, [She breathes deep, rubbing her cheek against his beard, and shifts her hips against the cup of his hand, rutting against his palm lightly,] As long as you show your appreciation like that.
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Let's find somewhere to settle down, shall we?
[ He tips his head back and nods to the crater, which afford partial cover and is frankly the most convenient option when Aphrodite is hot on his hand, dewy-wet as he toys with her. ]
Unless you'd prefer the hike back to your temple ...
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[Said mischievously as she abandons the buckles on his armor for the moment to rub over the thinner material over his thighs, up to palm him through his clothes, groping him shamelessly, possessively now that it's settling in that he's her paladin. It's not just teasing or a game. He asked for her powers and she gave it to him in spades, she's not sure what sort of loyalty that belies in his world, but he's so devoted to his Wildmother, it means something.
Still standing, she turns to press her back against his chest. A hand catches his and puts it back in place between her legs, wrapping around from behind and she looks up at him, the back of her head pressed between the dip in his pecs.]
Get me off like this first, and you can take me anywhere you'd like.
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Whatever the lady wants.
[ With his bootheels braced in the sand, he acts as he wall against which she can arch and writhe as much as she pleases, a second hand sliding up to free her breasts and cup their weight with firm but gentle caresses, holding her close. ]
You're the most beautiful when you're by the sea.
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Her dress hangs off of her torso, only kept from falling to the sand by her (bountiful) hips and his hand buried between her legs. Leaving her topless, facing the sea with Fjord at her back. In the back of her mind, she knows they're not so far off from the rest of the island, but it feels wild and free like this. Like they're the only people on the planet.
She moans, one hand reaching up to brush over his beard, back to hook over his neck. Greedy for even more touch between them.]
We keep finding our way back here, don't we? Back to the water. [Baths don't really count as ocean, but the point still stands.]
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Born out of the sea, weren't you? No wonder I love you like a madman.
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Then he says that and she can't help the slight buckle of her knees. No wonder I love you-] Oh gods- [She wants to make love to him, but she wants to finish like this, can't bear the thought of breaking away from him now, so desperately she ruts her hips against his, finding a particularly pleasurable spot where she's caught between his hands and his hardness behind her. (if only she was a little taller, she could rut against his cock with her backside.)
With the spread and stretch of his fingers inside of her- along with the swirl of his thumb, the climax catches her off guard, faster than usual. A sharp gasp, and her whole body goes taut, giving him a half second to catch her before she's melting, legs gone soft.]
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Kisses nuzzle aside her laurels so he can find an ear and murmur, ]
My beautiful girl.
[ He feels so silly and high, in love with her after months of growing closer so that he can't not admit it anymore. He figured she can feel it in his emotions, anyway.
Fjord keeps an arm around her hips to steady Aphrodite so she doesn't fall, unclipping his cloak to swirl in front of them on the sandy beach, the soft red interior sky-up. All thoughts of being subtle and making use of the crater nearby, evidence of her powers flowing through him, are trampled by the urgent need to be inside her. ]
Lie down, sweetheart. I want to come inside you.
[ Need to would be a more appropriate way of phrasing it, but he wants to fuck her so badly he feels stupid with it. ]
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But she dithers there, pressed against him, head tipped back on his shoulder as a smile pulls across her features. Genuine and pushing on a little bit silly as she opens her eyes, so full of fondness.]
You said that you loved me. [She could feel it, for certain but hearing it is another thing. It meant that Fjord acknowledged it too. Slowly she turns around in his arms, wrapping hers around his neck to kiss him, slow and sweet, formed around the smile that won't dissipate.] Say it again, Darling.
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I love you. I've never loved a woman like I do you.
[ Soft kisses pepper the short distance between their lips, unable to resist. Charisma burns in his veins as he lets his emotions out for once. ]
From the moment we met you have made me feel like a man who has worth. I'll never forget how you didn't flinch when you let me into your bath, [ that draws out a breathy laugh, ] you wanted every part of me without hesitation. I loved you for that. You're a little jealous sometimes, but truth be told I like that too. I'm the same.
[ As much as he and Aphrodite have other lovers, he always thinks of her as his woman, his would-be-wife in a life where they weren't mortals and gods. It could have worked out between them had it been so, of that he's sure, but he's not about to waste the time and circumstances they do have together.
Fjord shakes his head down at her fondly, eyes warm and dark (with a ring of yellow). ]
All you've ever done is make me feel good about myself. I hope I've done the same. This crazy dimension pulled us together unexpectedly, and I'm grateful ... but somewhere out there, on a world where you and I met as two normal people, I like to think we do have a house full of children and every night I get to love you the way you deserve. You're all mine and I'm all yours.
I'll give you snippets of that life while we're here, if I can. Every time I look at you, I want to try.
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But there's nothing complicated in the way Fjord smiles when he looks at her and - well maybe there's still the whole issue between gods and mortals - but that's for a later her to worry about. For now, all she can think about is the warm, fluttering feeling that fills her chest, fit to spill out. Her hands cup the sides of his face and she smiles and kisses him once, twice on his lips.]
Of course I get jealous, you're wonderful. And you make me feel wonderful. Like I have value beyond my divinity. [It sounds funny, when it's wrapped into a love confession, but there's a difference between devotion to a goddess and the sort of love that mortals share. Something that could drive a man into Tartarus just for a chance to see their beloved once more.
Sinking down onto the makeshift bed he made with his cape, she tugs him down to join her, never quite breaking those points of contact, kissing his lips, touching his face, his chest - that armor needs to go, and she finds the straps of his leathers. She tries not to ruin the soft, sentimental moment, although her motions push on the insistent side, and she grins.] Come here - my paladin. My love. Let me make love to you like we were in that world - on the beaches of your Menagerie Coast. Just a woman and the love of her life.
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The love of her life.
He shoves his belted skirt off but leaves the laces of his leather pants for her, too busy helping peel off her dress with gratuitous caresses, tickling along her sides. ]
If this were Port Damali you'd have a crowd of admirers wherever you went, I don't know about privacy.
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[She wriggles her hips, moving her legs to help him peel the dress off - frankly he could rip it off of her for all she cared in the moment. Her fingers drop to the laces of his pants, pausing there to trace fingers over his stomach, the curve of his hip bones. It's a difficult balance, wanting to take her time with him, and feeling the urgency deep in her limbs that she wants him inside of her. As keenly as every time that they've been together, she wagers that they could lay together hundreds of times and she would still yearn for his touch. To explore him like it's the first time all over again.]
But I will not complain having privacy here. [She kisses his lips right where they curve over one of his tusks that peek out. The laces of his pants go quickly now, and she slips a hand in the slack of his trousers now, shimmying the fabric down just enough to free him.] I think you would have your share of admirers too, and I want you all to myself right now.
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All yours.
[ Braced on a bent arm beside her, he flips up her dress and aligns them without having to look, having done this more times than he can reasonably count nowadays. Fjord kisses her with a happy rumble-purr and guides her thighs up around his hips before pausing with the hot tip of his cock rubbing at her folds, slick with her former orgasm. It's torture for him but he wants to see the craving in her eyes again. ]
If you say please ...
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