[ 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. ]
[The sand is warm against her back, through the cloak as she lays back on it, Fjord's body even warmer, their bodies already tangled together with her feet up in the air, legs wrapped around him and she whines when she feels him rubbing against her but not inside, where she wants him stretching her out like she was made for him.]
Fjord- [Legs around his hips, she uses them as leverage to lift her hips and rut against his cock, knowing that he's probably aching just as much as she is.]
Please. [She laughs at the desperation in her own voice,] Fates, I want you inside of me so badly. I have since the moment you walked into my temple.
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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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Fjord- [Legs around his hips, she uses them as leverage to lift her hips and rut against his cock, knowing that he's probably aching just as much as she is.]
Please. [She laughs at the desperation in her own voice,] Fates, I want you inside of me so badly. I have since the moment you walked into my temple.