He closed the door and leaned hard against it, breathing a sigh of relief. Looking up, he saw a figure clad in velvet black, a raven robe speckled with gold and diamonds. A lithe and elegant figure who moved with endless grace. He spun towards him, skirt twirling around him, his eyes like stars within a heavenly body. "Tis good to be home."
A movement- so quick he hadn't realized it was his own. He drug Urianger from the center of the room to against the wall, hands planted firmly on either side of him. The Elezen looked down with an endearing look of shock and slight arousal.
"M-my dearest-!"
"I need you to touch me." Roone breathed, the words surprising even himself. "You have been gone for moons. I have been haunted by a voidsent of myself. I feel like l've been going absolutely insane. And now you're here. And Ark's asleep.
And by bloody Nymeia I've never seen you look so fucking beautiful." He placed a hand against his jaw, the slightest touch sending fire and lightning to course through his body. "I need to forget the world, forget the end of the stars. I need to become one with you. To interlock the bones of our hips and rib cages. To share the breath in our lungs and the beat of our hearts. I need to hold thee in such a way that future archeologists would never be able to separate us. I need….. you."
Urianger's golden eyes were blown wide by the confession. It took everything within Roone to stop himself from claiming him then and there.
Especially with his lips just ever so parted in his surprise. Urianger took a breath and adopted a more bashful look. Yet his half-lidded gaze belied something far less innocent.
"Roone. My beloved husband." He spoke softly, one of his hands gently laying against his hip. "How long I have looked down upon this winsome star, captivated by her swirling tides and steadfast earth.
And yet as engrossed as I was for this gift from the Twelve, my mind- and heart- could only ever envision thee." His other hand raised up, thin fingers cradling Roone's cheek. "For how could patchwork clouds compare to thy vitiligo? The dirt to the rich hue in thine eyes? The very stars above are dim compared to thy countenance. Oh, how nature could only dare to rival thine beauty."
Roone couldn't help his thumping foot matching the thump of his heart. He might simply explode on the spot if these compliments keep pouring forth, spoken on his tongue as if it was as easy as breathing. He whispered his name, butting their foreheads together. It was the most amount of touch he would allow himself- Urianger had to be the one to start. No matter his burning desire, Roone needed to make sure there was express consent.
Urianger simply smirked, leaning forward just enough to tease. "Many a night I found myself ensconced within my quarters, far from curious ears. How I touched myself- felt the warmth and dampness within myself- filled only with thoughts of thee, and thy love. As well as I pride myself with deft fingers," the hand around his hip squeezed,
"twas little comfort when compared to what I truly desire. To repeatedly have thine name upon mine lips... only for my heart to ache for more. For mine womb to ache for thy seed."
A knife twisted against Roone's chest. "I know... I know the outcome of our fertility will be unchanged come the morrow. But for tonight... let us simply enjoy the bonds between us. I prithee."
Urianger tilted his head, pushing Roone just far enough away to see into his eyes. "I spoke nothing of the quickening of seed. Only that I ache for yours."
Roone's entire body suddenly rose in temperature, surely showing blush across his dark skin. "Uri-!"
"Are mine words any more filled with lust than thine own?" He raised a cocky brow.
Is 9:30 late enough to post ye olde dirty talk. It is now
(cw allusion to fertility issues in last picture)
#LeaAfterDark