[ Grand enough to remind her of another life, when such things were so familiar to her. Eons ago it was, a memory so faded she can barely see it. For all it's grandeur it is little more than a room draped in velvet and silks, much larger than what he used to have. They could be back there now and she would not care, so long as she had him.
A laugh for the door, a exhale for the flare of magic. Sensitive as she is it sends a shiver down her spine, a soft song echoes on the edge of her hearing for a moment and she holds him tighter. Relenting only as he tips her onto the bed, the soft cushions welcome against her back.
How long has it been since she laid in a real bed? How long has it been since she truly slept? Time is... different the Void and she rarely grew tired. Years, she thinks, it has been years.
She does not allow him to hover for long, a hand reaching out to take hold of the front of his clothes. Taking a tight grip she tugs him towards her, insistent. ]
[ His knee hits the bed, drawing himself over her - a brief brush against her in a gruff curl of laughter that rumbles heavy in the back of his throat. ]
I do not think I could stray from you for all the silver in Karnaca.
[ His pause now is only to shed himself of his vest, his uniform now, a heavy brush of leather that comes undone easily and is discarded as quickly. Leans himself down with it gone, his arm bracing by her head as he holds himself steady over her. His other settling to her waist, warm solid pressure that holds her steady like he might worry she'll vanish into dust and smoke if he lets her go from his sight. ]
Spirits, you're beautiful.
[ Leans, gentle, carefulm nosing against her ear, her cheek, before he kisses her, steady and warm and there. All he needed, for now. ]
[ She watches him shed his vest, resting back down on the bed as he settles over her. She is warm with him there, content, more than she has been in a very long time. It sets her to smile, a hand cupping his cheek her thumb brushing gently across it.
Truly she has missed his face.
Then he calls her beautiful and she cannot help but sigh, arms going around his neck to pull him closer. Her heart flutters for the first time in years, unfamiliar yet not unwelcome feeling. He is hopeless, she thinks, but he is hers. ] Corvo─ [ His name cut off by his lips, words forgotten in favor of it. A hand in his hair she deepens the kiss, part gentleness part fire. Content yet wanting. ]
[ It's a wave of a thing, broken on shore, lips slanting on the shape of her, his body rolling to fit against hers. Steady strength leashed and held above, his weight on his knees and his hands on her hips, as he pulls her up and into him.
Pulls from her mouth to her neck, he is attentive, he always has been, and she is so easy to fix upon. To roam her jaw and throat and shoulder. The jut and dip of bones that sit under the skin that move as part of her. Broad set on her waist, pushing at the material to get it out of his way to what he wants most - the worst and taste of her bare body again his hands and mouth. ]
[ Without thought she arcs into him, his touch. Body like liquid, shifting and melding against him. Greedy for the contact, for his attentiveness that sets her to sigh.
Soft noises pass her lips, a hand curling amidst shorter hair, as the other trails his back. Smoothing down muscles covered fabric, nails dragging back up. Too distracted to pull it from him herself, her hand falls to find his - pushing away her skirts to expose soft, pale flesh. Oh how she wants his hands upon her again, how she wants his mouth again. Mapping her curves in silence worship once again. ]
[ He moves it out of the way, settles himself between her legs where he draws them up against his sides. Heavy set - tall as he is, but he is careful not to weigh down on her. The hand that moves under the heavy material of her skirts - know her from a woman of Dunwall in a moment, know her anyway. Her hair, the sound of her laugh - her eyes so bold and bright they seem almost gold at times when he catches her in the right light.
His head lifts, too many layers - that are in his way and he is so very impatient, at times. Just a man, after all, simple man. ]
[ She's pull him further, closer, legs wrapping around his waist drawing him in. Like a puzzle piece he fits so neatly above her, hand moving under skirts makes her muscles coil and shiver. Blindly she arcs into his touch lips parting in gentle gasps. Knows his hands, the low rumble of his laugh, the way his lips quirk when he smiles. How fondly she had remembered them, how fondly she remembers them now.
Through dark eyes she chuckles, a hand slides from his hair to his cheek. Her poor impatient man. ]
No. [ Her arrival wasn't exactly planned, per say. ] Fret not, I am sure to find something. Emily may have some dressed she can lend me.
[ Which as much warning as she gets in the space between when he pulls up. The folding blade unclasped from his waist, the weapon flicked open in a sharp snap of cold metal as she draws it down, a careful curved movement. He is the best swordsman in the empire and he has never failed to draw blood when he sought it.
Never failed at a task when he set his mind to it.
He is never more determined than now. The tip of the blade catching at the top of her dress, hooking against the bodice and in a hum of void, he slides it down. Just a hair above skin, because his blades would never draw her blood - she and Emily alone would never have to fear him.
All the way down until the dress comes apart in half, all her exposed skin and none of the time he wasn't willing to waste as he pushes it apart and away from her hips. Head dropping immediately to the cradle of her hips, the flat of her stomach, the warmth of her skin to drags his mouth in warmth over skin. In teeth and tongue and lips, the catch of beard against her as he worked his way up her in a roaming determined path. ]
[ She has nothing to fear from him, she never has. The appearance of his blade doesn't even inspire it - her pulse quickens, breathing sharpens. Green eyes widen and darken, blade hovering just above her pale flesh close enough to slice were his hands not so steady. But they are steady and they hum with the void, sending a shiver down her spine, a sigh from her lips. She feels it more now than before, the pull of void magic, singing to every one of her nerves.
It's replaced quickly by him, lips and teeth and tongue, warm against the flat of her stomach. Muscles twitch underneath the warmth of him, the catch on his beard against her. How easily he lights a fire underneath her skin, has her burn for him wanting. A hand finds his hair again nails dragging against flesh as he roams up her, impatience taking a tight hold. ]
Corvo... [ His name leaves her lips in a moan, breathless, body arcing underneath him. He will drive her to madness before the morning comes, of this she is certain. ]
[ He has every intention to it. The strength that comes easily to him - size and weight that makes it easy where she's a slip of a thing. Gets his mouth to her breath, tongue flat to skin and holds fast in heat that is maddening.
Takes advantage of the way she moves. The curve of her spine up and against it, he sets his hands to her skin. Moving his weight onto his knees, settling under her as he pushes up against her lower back to move his head to stomach again, her hips, her thighs. Determined in his paths to cover her over and over again, as long as he can. As long as duty lets him - because she has always been far too indulgent of his wants where she is concerned.
But the way she says his name at least tells him he isn't wasting her time any.
Lower, lower, lower until he comes up between her thighs, his fingers holding her up at the angle, precarious balance in his hands as he lowers to her. The flick and broach of his tongue up between her thighs that's hanging on the call of her voice. Following where she prompts him too, relearning her, or perhaps remembering. ]
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A laugh for the door, a exhale for the flare of magic. Sensitive as she is it sends a shiver down her spine, a soft song echoes on the edge of her hearing for a moment and she holds him tighter. Relenting only as he tips her onto the bed, the soft cushions welcome against her back.
How long has it been since she laid in a real bed? How long has it been since she truly slept? Time is... different the Void and she rarely grew tired. Years, she thinks, it has been years.
She does not allow him to hover for long, a hand reaching out to take hold of the front of his clothes. Taking a tight grip she tugs him towards her, insistent. ]
Come here, love.
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I do not think I could stray from you for all the silver in Karnaca.
[ His pause now is only to shed himself of his vest, his uniform now, a heavy brush of leather that comes undone easily and is discarded as quickly. Leans himself down with it gone, his arm bracing by her head as he holds himself steady over her. His other settling to her waist, warm solid pressure that holds her steady like he might worry she'll vanish into dust and smoke if he lets her go from his sight. ]
Spirits, you're beautiful.
[ Leans, gentle, carefulm nosing against her ear, her cheek, before he kisses her, steady and warm and there. All he needed, for now. ]
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[ She watches him shed his vest, resting back down on the bed as he settles over her. She is warm with him there, content, more than she has been in a very long time. It sets her to smile, a hand cupping his cheek her thumb brushing gently across it.
Truly she has missed his face.
Then he calls her beautiful and she cannot help but sigh, arms going around his neck to pull him closer. Her heart flutters for the first time in years, unfamiliar yet not unwelcome feeling. He is hopeless, she thinks, but he is hers. ] Corvo─ [ His name cut off by his lips, words forgotten in favor of it. A hand in his hair she deepens the kiss, part gentleness part fire. Content yet wanting. ]
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Pulls from her mouth to her neck, he is attentive, he always has been, and she is so easy to fix upon. To roam her jaw and throat and shoulder. The jut and dip of bones that sit under the skin that move as part of her. Broad set on her waist, pushing at the material to get it out of his way to what he wants most - the worst and taste of her bare body again his hands and mouth. ]
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Soft noises pass her lips, a hand curling amidst shorter hair, as the other trails his back. Smoothing down muscles covered fabric, nails dragging back up. Too distracted to pull it from him herself, her hand falls to find his - pushing away her skirts to expose soft, pale flesh. Oh how she wants his hands upon her again, how she wants his mouth again. Mapping her curves in silence worship once again. ]
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His head lifts, too many layers - that are in his way and he is so very impatient, at times. Just a man, after all, simple man. ]
Do you have other garments?
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Through dark eyes she chuckles, a hand slides from his hair to his cheek. Her poor impatient man. ]
No. [ Her arrival wasn't exactly planned, per say. ] Fret not, I am sure to find something. Emily may have some dressed she can lend me.
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[ Which as much warning as she gets in the space between when he pulls up. The folding blade unclasped from his waist, the weapon flicked open in a sharp snap of cold metal as she draws it down, a careful curved movement. He is the best swordsman in the empire and he has never failed to draw blood when he sought it.
Never failed at a task when he set his mind to it.
He is never more determined than now. The tip of the blade catching at the top of her dress, hooking against the bodice and in a hum of void, he slides it down. Just a hair above skin, because his blades would never draw her blood - she and Emily alone would never have to fear him.
All the way down until the dress comes apart in half, all her exposed skin and none of the time he wasn't willing to waste as he pushes it apart and away from her hips. Head dropping immediately to the cradle of her hips, the flat of her stomach, the warmth of her skin to drags his mouth in warmth over skin. In teeth and tongue and lips, the catch of beard against her as he worked his way up her in a roaming determined path. ]
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It's replaced quickly by him, lips and teeth and tongue, warm against the flat of her stomach. Muscles twitch underneath the warmth of him, the catch on his beard against her. How easily he lights a fire underneath her skin, has her burn for him wanting. A hand finds his hair again nails dragging against flesh as he roams up her, impatience taking a tight hold. ]
Corvo... [ His name leaves her lips in a moan, breathless, body arcing underneath him. He will drive her to madness before the morning comes, of this she is certain. ]
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Takes advantage of the way she moves. The curve of her spine up and against it, he sets his hands to her skin. Moving his weight onto his knees, settling under her as he pushes up against her lower back to move his head to stomach again, her hips, her thighs. Determined in his paths to cover her over and over again, as long as he can. As long as duty lets him - because she has always been far too indulgent of his wants where she is concerned.
But the way she says his name at least tells him he isn't wasting her time any.
Lower, lower, lower until he comes up between her thighs, his fingers holding her up at the angle, precarious balance in his hands as he lowers to her. The flick and broach of his tongue up between her thighs that's hanging on the call of her voice. Following where she prompts him too, relearning her, or perhaps remembering. ]