It was bound to happen eventually.

[heiresy]

Who: Aymeric and Yenh
What: They're gonna bang, probably.
When: Sometime after the Feast.
Where: The castle, then Yenh's shacking-up shack.
Warnings: Sex, most probably.


[It had all become rather routine now. Not in a bad way, really. But, in the past weeks he had purchased himself some clothing to blend in better. He had established his comings and goings. And for now, he decided that it was pertinent to keep his head down. Gathering the Mistress' ire was certainly foolish.

Once his shift was over, he hurried to the dorms to change, and then try to catch Yenh at the end of her day. He was dressed unusually- Not in general, simply in relation to the ceremonial garb or the thong that he's been breaking in for a couple weeks. This was a fairly simple tunic, cut in panels and tailored handsomely around his torso. He wore leggings in a cream color with a pair of soft leather boots. He looked almost like a regular citizen, aside from being a full head taller than most of the men puttering in the village.

Nearly fifty paces away he catches sight of her silhouette and tell-tale red hair.]

Yenh!

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[heiresy]

[Aymeric has still barely gotten used to this world's dollhouse-feeling furniture. He sits in one of her kitchen chairs feeling much like a cricket, his knees touching the underside of the table. He'd always been decently average height, but now...

He looks at all of her scavenged things with interest. What sort of this-and-that would catch the Warrior of Light's interest? ...He could not find a common thread. Was she just a manic collector? What an odd thing to know about her.]

Ah, thank you. This is much better than the shack. [He finds himself fiddling with his sleeve hems as he waits for her to set the table and serve him. He had not yet grown used to this kind of thing from her.]

Do you happen to have any tea?

[crimsonlight]

I believe I do! [She sets the mismatched dinnerware down at their place settings, and then immediately about-faces back to the kitchenette.]

[She pokes through the bundles and jars.]

Tea, tea... [She opens a jar and sniffs it. The aroma is almost definitely tea, rather than part of an unfinished errand for the potionmaker.] Ah! Yes. Here it is. I'll put the kettle on.

[She looks around.] I do have a kettle, don't I?

[heiresy]

[He looks around the room, unable to discern if she has one at all.]

Well, have you ever made a pot of tea before? [He looks slightly concerned. Who loses an object like that, or isn't sure at all if she would have one?]

Yet it wouldn't be the first time I've boiled water in a tin cup, if that is what we must do.

[He wonders if he should ask if she has any sweeteners. She... She must, right? She huddles over pots and fires all day. And who wouldn't have a bit of sugar if they had tea?]

And a spot of syrup, perhaps? [He asks in a tone that implies that he will not be heartbroken is the answer is no]

[crimsonlight]

[Yenh crosses her arms and tilts her head as she searches her memory.]

I may have bartered it away. [At least he offered her a perfectly serviceable solution. Trying to seem like less of a terrible disaster of a person, she finds a tin cup and kneels down to light the stove.] As for the syrup, I do! I add it to my morning porridge.

[Yenh bites her lip as she finishes stoking the flames. It's a little embarrassing to admit, so she figures out how to cushion it.]

I don't drink much tea at all. But I remembered that you do, and so keeping a supply seemed like a proper gesture of friendship. [No, that's still just embarrassing and weird to say.]

[heiresy]

[He chuckles into his palm as he watches her. He didn't envy her, having to entertain with odds and ends at her disposal.]

Perhaps I should purchase a kettle for you... Oh- [As he seems to remember something] How embarrassing, with all the excitement, I've forgotten to bring you a house-warming gift. Pray allow me to do so next time you bring me over.

[He gives her a warm, heartened smile when she mentions that she keeps the tea around for him.] How incredibly thoughtful! Yenh... [He punctuates that with another fox-faced grin.]

[crimsonlight]

[She can't even bear to look at him as she laughs airily and prepares the tea. Yenh waves a hand as if to clear away a wave of embarrassment that she can't quite explain. It's not like she usually feels uncomfortable calling people friends.]

[Maybe because he's Usually In Charge, so to speak? The dynamic is all wrong. ... Or maybe because she's bad at being anything but the Warrior of Light for Aymeric.]

I-I'll gladly accept the kettle! And I promise not to bargain it away!

[heiresy]

How silly to give you a gift that you would use primarily for me. The last time I purchased a house-warming gift it went entirely unused. [He sits very properly, entirely more mannerly than is probably even a little necessary.]

'Twas a pair of chairs for Estinien's otherwise entirely-barren home. One time an invitation was sent by a messenger, and upon seeing the bereft house, he believed that Estinien had been robbed blind. 'Twas a very short investigation for the Temple Knights.

[crimsonlight]

[ She bursts into tittling laughter. ]

I'm unsurprised to learn that. He seems even less the sort to keep house than I am. [ Now for the hard part: adding leaves. How... how strong does he like his tea.. ]

[ Yenh decides to stop being stupid about this. She brings the jar and a cheesecloth baggie over to him, holding them out helplessly. ] How much shall I put in this?

[heiresy]

I'll not slander Estinien too much more today, but I have a veritable stash of these tales. Catch me when I've had my glasses of wine, I'm liable to tell another.

[He takes a generous pinch, purposefully dropping a few leaves until it seems about right to him, then tucks the leaves into the little baggie. He makes a little sigh-laugh as he looks back up at her.]

You truly don't drink any tea... Yet you have so much energy! What is your secret, Yenh?

[crimsonlight]

[ Yenh flicks the baggie as she tries to get a sense of how much it should have in it going forward. Now at last, she can get him the hot water and syrup and then this whole ridiculous incident can be forgotten. ]

I've a natural surplus of stamina, that's all!

[heiresy]

[He laughs, placing his jaw in his hand.] Is that why you're the "Master of Seduction?"

[As much as he only intended to keep that jest a light-hearted one between friends, he can feel the aura of stepping into something new. Something odd. He bites his lip.]

Mine apologies, that's... hardly appropriate.

[crimsonlight]

[ Yenh laughs it off, or starts to- it abruptly falls away both due to his reaction and her own feelings. Well, desires, really, and if left to fester, she knows too-well how badly they can get tangled up. Better to cut it loose now. ]

[ After placing the tea in front of him, she pauses there. The idea of being forward, like she would with an equal, just seems so wrong here. He is the one with the weight of isolationism still only rolling off his nation's shoulders. So she gives him that weird uncertain look before sitting on the table beside him. The stiffness remains in her posture, but she pushes to at least sound more casual. ]

In part, aye. [ She crosses her legs at the ankle. Her stare is still fixed on him. ] But I'm also well-experienced. Whatever it took to win by being the best lover possible to complete strangers... I did it, gladly.

[heiresy]

[He regards her with mild surprise painted on his face, when he is actually feeling just a lot of surprise. He tries to cross his legs, but is quickly foiled by the too-low table. He breaks the eye contact, looking into his brewing cup of tea for a moment to gather himself.]

You have always been the best woman for the job, doing what you will with nary a complaint. [It's a little oddly fitting to push the conversation towards work when he has, in the past, asked her about who she was with all of that fallen away. He can feel it, he can feel the unnaturalness of his own words. The tension is unreal, and his cock agrees to his annoyance. It's not his fault that he just pictured her mid-competition— ]

Have you had any encounters since then?

[crimsonlight]

[ Her discomfort is less visible, but no less urgent than the tightness in his pants—and her chest. Were he anyone else, she would be kissing him by now. It was torture to not give into that burning, but she had to see for herself if he would take the lead. It was the only way to be sure, in her mind, that it would be okay to do that kind of thing. ]

No; but plenty of offers, and requests to keep them under consideration.

[ Yenh smiles awkwardly. ] The sign makes me a novelty.

[heiresy]

Then no-one has caught your fancy?

[He looks up at her through his lashes.]

At least, no one who has asked you directly?

[He shifts in his seat, trying to give his erection more space without physically tugging at his leggings.]

[crimsonlight]

No one directly.

[ It's a sentence fragment, but repeating it is much easier than thinking up her own words with him looking at her like that. She isn't even certain how obvious she is being right now; is he signalling to go ahead? Just being pretty on accident? Making culturally appropriate conversation?? ]

[ While trying not to move, she leans forward slightly. ]

After all that light-hearted fun, I need substance.

[heiresy]

Oh? And what would you consider adequate substance?

[He's leaning forward now as well, absently stirring his tea. The table is blessedly breaking the line of sight to his obvious erection.]

Someone who wouldn't consider you mere novelty, perhaps?

[crimsonlight]

Preferably. [ He leaned forward, too. Her breath nearly catches on all this nonsense. ]

Someone whom can be trusted. No- whom I already trust. [ She reaches up and picks the glasses off the bridge of her nose. They get set down on the table, somewhere. ]

[heiresy]

[His eyes follow her hands, his lips parted slightly. Alright, alright. Enough of this nonsense. He stands from his chair to move directly in front of her. The height difference is just... Absurd. But he braces a hand on the table, leaning over to accommodate.

Words are useless, idiotic, at this point. They've both been talked enough already he decides as he covers her mouth with his own. His hand hovers at her shoulder, not touching her in case he has somehow read this very, very wrong.]

[crimsonlight]

[ Her whole body tenses—and not to recoil. She braces against the wave of relief that breaks the floodgates. That is enough. There's nothing left to worry about for right this moment. ]

[ Yenh leans up into the kiss with the whimpering fervor of a woman starved. Nor can she stay so passive as she was in pushing to see if he was interested. She unhooks her ankles and draws in closer by entwining her legs with his. ]

[heiresy]

[He commits fully to it, then, placing his hand on her shoulder. Drawing her in, closing his eyes and sighing into their passionate kiss. He can't help the rocking movement of his hips against her open legs. It's too tempting, too natural feeling. He breaks the kiss, gasping, suddenly aware of the cup of tea now that a little has sloshed over the edge.]

Fury, tell me they gifted you with a softer bed than the hay-filled one. You will need aught with more give to receive me tonight.

[crimsonlight]

[ She feels a tad breathless, though she knows it's just nervous energy that will soon get used right up. If he hadn't spoken then, she knew she was liable to forget to suggest they move. His cock was just too distracting. Fortunately, his half-question brings even more enticing distractions. ]

Good. I mean, yes. It will be more than adequate. [ All she can think of is Aymeric pounding her senseless, and it turns out to be a very potent thought. ] Let's... move there.

[heiresy]

Very well.

[He lifts her then, just as they are with her legs around him. She's almost weightless to him. His head is swimming with arousal, even still he can tell the difference between the door he had just entered and the one he had not yet as he walks towards her bedroom door. With one arm around her, he opens it, carrying her inside.]

[crimsonlight]

[This is the one situation where Yenh doesn't mind being hauled around. It gives her a great chance to press rough and desperate kisses along his neck and jaw as her hands blindly fumble to pry open her gambison. She doesn't even get close to being undressed in the time it takes for that tiny walk, but no one can fault her for not trying. Plus, there's at least her neck and collarbone showing now.]

[Less of the clutter has made it into her room, which is largely just a small space with a bed, a chest, and a tiny, low-quality mirror that appears to have been scavenged from someone else's bigger, now-broken mirror. The bed is unmade, but at least there isn't junk on it.]

[heiresy]

[He was certainly privately worried there there would be scavenged flora on her bedspread, and is relieved that there is not. He sets her on the bed, glancing down at his boots. It would be entirely too rude to just... And they were knee-high, too. He would have to take a second.

Damn it.]

Mine apologies, but a moment if you please, I must remove my boots... [ As he then proceeds to unlace them faster than he has in his entire life, the feeling of those kisses still fresh on his skin.]