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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[crimsonlight]

[Yenh looks at the scar, and then folds her arm down so she can lay her head properly on it. She withdraws her hand and curls her fingers into a loose fist. This is the worst pillowtalk of her life.]

How fortuitous, then, that it shall not come to pass. You needn't worry, milord. I'm clear about our relationship to each other, even now.

[She lays a hand on her bare chest in an earnest salute.]

I apologize for the slight to Ishgard. Even if I stand by my feelings of discontent about bastard children, I've naught but fond and warm regard for the realm that welcomed me when none else would.

[Well, there ARE more points of discontent peppered into those "fond and warm regards" that she could talk about. She has a very comprehensive list about all the terrible nonsense that goes on in Ishgard, but she can feel Alphinaud screaming from across the astral plane. So, none of that will get said.]

[heiresy]

[He groans, covering his face with his hands. It seems like he finally stepped back to listen to himself.] I'm sorry, Yenh. I just... I gave way to mine anxieties in the most uncomfortable way, at the worst time. Forget everything I said.

[He rolls over to capture her in his arms, laying his head down beside hers.] I'm not normally such an anxious lover. Such an... insufferable politician. [He presses kisses to her cheeks, holding her loosely.]

[crimsonlight]

[Ah, sudden mood whiplash. Now Yenh doesn't know what to do with herself, other than to get kissed and doted on. Oh, yes, she could wrap her arms around him in a similarly loose embrace.]

Forgotten, then. [Though not really. It was a stark reminder of why she had been so hesitant to make advances on him in the first place. Even the act of tilting her head to catch his mouth with hers feels like it could be an overstep—but she does it anyway.]

[heiresy]

[He pushes down his shame to enjoy this. He kisses her back, running his fingers through her hair. He catches an ear, stopping his hand to pet it with his thumb. He always kind of wondered what the fur must be like... His other hand rests on her lower stomach, stroking her softly.]

I was rather rough with you... Are you feeling well?

[crimsonlight]

Mm-hm. [That gives her permission, then, to play with his ear and his hair. So she does; she's always admired his hair in particular, with all the pretty waves. The ear thing is mostly just to see if he likes it.]

As great as it is, it takes more than a pretty cock to injure me. ... or I presume that it's pretty. I didn't get a proper look. [She glances downward.]

[heiresy]

[He sighs happily with the attention to his hair and ear. His hair is exactly as soft as it looks. The skin on his ears is soft and delicate, equally as unsurprising.]

Well, that's hardly fair with all the gawping I did of you... [He blushes with her calling it a pretty cock. Or even just saying the word cock, it's just a tad surprising, is all. He parts his legs, laying back to give her a decent view. He's half-hard, but he trails a hand down to quickly tug it into its full length.

It is indeed very pretty.]

Well? [He asks with a grin the assures her that he's being rhetorical.]

[crimsonlight]

[Yenh sits up for a better view, ignoring the pang of annoyance from moving too quickly after that thrilling adventure ride of a bedding. She gives it a look over, and nods approvingly.]

I stand corrected: it's an extremely pretty cock.

[heiresy]

[He laughs, removing his hand and laying back down, letting his cock slowly soften with the lack of touch.]

Certainly a bit of flattery I've never heard before.

[He cups her chin in his hand, looking at her with a soft expression.] You're very handsome, yet delicately featured. [He places a kiss over her scar.]

[crimsonlight]

[Yenh feels her face warm up at the intimacy of the gesture, which feels somehow more vulnerable than being rammed with speed and ferocity. She tries to brush back the little panic that comes up whenever someone looks at her like that.]

You're welcome to kiss all of them, if you'd like.

[heiresy]

You don't have as many as I thought you might, for all the peril you seek.

[He does just that, moving down a little until he finds her next scar.]

This is hardly something you could do with Estinien or me, it would take entirely too long. [As he plants another kiss with a wry grin.]

[crimsonlight]

Are you challenging me, ser? I'm confident that I could map you out. Estinien would be a true test. I can't imagine him tolerating the idea of the game, much less allowing me to play it.

[She watches his ridiculously pretty lips brush against the places where her skin is marred, some from cuts, some from gouging, some from burns. All close calls and near misses, by the look and relative lack of them- though there is that alarmingly-sized recent one.]

[Down past her breasts, anyway.]

[heiresy]

[He laughs, imagining Estinien being in the position to have to refuse the game.] I would pay a month's wages to see that.

[He eventually comes to that one, placing a kiss on it. He sits up to look at all of it at once. He traces his fingers lightly over it.]

What happened here? To think that someone could get such wide blow...

[crimsonlight]

Zenos. [Oh, right. Even if he somehow knows that name just via briefings on geopolitical matters, that doesn't actually explain much to Aymeric beyond "he's a Garlean and I'm the Warrior of Light."]

I did mention having something to tell you. I've been remiss in not briefing you already, yet with all that happened that evening...

[She thinks about the curse Estinien is bearing, and feels a pang of extremely low-key frustration that he won't let anyone help him with it yet that is immediately overwhelmed by thoughts and memories of Doma and Ala Mhigo.]

[heiresy]

[He looks at her with some serious concern now.] Fury, what did he do?

[He places a hand on hers] What would you tell me, then?

[crimsonlight]

[Despite the gravity of the situation, she smiles.]

Our ponderings over Estinien- how he seems lacking in memories of events past. I'm afraid you and I now share a discrepancy in time, too.

While I was returning from my visit to the Snow Queen, the strangest thing happened... well, the less strange version is that it feels as though I returned to Eorzea—with scant memory of this place—and returned again after time there unfolded. It was like an extended vision from the Echo... but for myself.

[heiresy]

Oh- My, I should have imagined such a thing. One does not learn the blade inside of a week. Not even the Warrior of Light. [He goes to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear, realizing that he can't, so he just sort of brushes it back anyway.]

Pray tell me that I haven't make a recent arse of myself, then.

[crimsonlight]

No, not at all. [She smiles, focusing in on his part of the war effort, rather than all the icky parts. Namely, the war itself. And also, she fusses with his hair, because why the hell not.]

Ishgard participated in the battle to liberate Ala Mhigo. And you along with it.

[heiresy]

Liberation? How far flung are you from my point of view?

[ He seems pleased with this news though, that the eorzean alliance had stood up to its purpose.]

I can't imagine we would have the forces to take to Ala Mhigo were I to send them in a moon's time.

[He draws his fingertips along her muscle, devising strategies in his head. Not that he would have the opportunity to use them, but it's how he was wired. ]

[crimsonlight]

[ she shakes her head and lets a lock of his hair half-curl around her playful fingers.]

Longer than that, but not by much. You provided a handful of Temple Knights, but it was your cannons making the strongest argument for Ishgard's commitment to the alliance.

[heiresy]

[He presses his head against her hand, almost like an affection starved puppy. It takes him a second to reply. Which canons? Ishgard's brimming with artillery. Ah yes-] I suppose it's bad taste to call them dragon-killers now, but those are our most exceptional canons. House Haillenarte has ever served us.

[He sighs with relief ] It is good to know that I haven't met my end by a different assassin's irritation with my policies. [He tossed his legs off the side of the bed, standing and stretching. ]

I wonder if my tea has gone cold.

[crimsonlight]

[ She isn't sure immediately what to say; there was so much to tell, but none of it directly concerned him, either. She touches her belly and thinks about how Zenos could have disemboweled her, but didn't. She thinks about Doma, and the struggles both nations had in their bids for freedom. Of comrades lost. ]

[ It's better to let him concern himself with his tea, she decides. ]

Almost definitely. We can warm it up again on the stove, of course. [ She looks at his backside. ] Presuming you aren't interested in another go?

[heiresy]

[He looks at her over his shoulder with a coy expression.]

I could be. It shouldn't be a surprise that the Warrior of Light is a woman of endurance. [He sets back down next to her, placing a hand on her thigh]

What's on your mind?

[crimsonlight]

[ She shifts her leg closer to him, incidentally also parting her legs somewhat. ]

If I hadn't asked you to use your full strength already, I'd suggest more of the same. But seeing as I don't want to be bed-bound... [ She looks him over, smiling. ] We could try the back. More gently, this time.

[heiresy]

[His eyes go between her legs, and his cock answers for him on his thoughts about all that.]

I should hope that you have an appropriate oil? [He moves up into her space, his half-hardened cock resting against her.] You're so small, I can't imagine spit would be quite enough...

[crimsonlight]

[ She hums in affirmative, reaching down to caress his hardening manhood with the tips of her fingers in a way that can almost be called "fond." ]

I'd acquired some, not knowing the Snow Queen's, ah, situation. [ She curls her hand solidly around him, feeling her own arousal returning in full bloom. Her inside aches in protest, but whatever, it'll be longing for more in three days tops. ] We hardly needed any at all.