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chrisisofaith) wrote2020-08-20 12:31 pm
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[ The single word in reply to his advice is easy enough to translate into Chris being done with that conversation. It's a lot to process, he's not going to begrudge him that. ]
I may look like hell even if I do sleep depending on whatever visits me in the Fade but point taken.
You as well. I know you've want to push yourself but do try and get some rest.
Healer's orders.
[ A small turnabout, but he is going to try and go to bed so he finds it a fair ask that Chris do the same. This was the worry that was keeping him up anyway, though he'll not admit that in text. He doesn't need to add guilt to the pile of things for Chris to consider. ]
Good night, Chris.
Good night, love.
I may look like hell even if I do sleep depending on whatever visits me in the Fade but point taken.
You as well. I know you've want to push yourself but do try and get some rest.
Healer's orders.
[ A small turnabout, but he is going to try and go to bed so he finds it a fair ask that Chris do the same. This was the worry that was keeping him up anyway, though he'll not admit that in text. He doesn't need to add guilt to the pile of things for Chris to consider. ]
Good night, Chris.
Good night, love.
"I'll make sure to clear my busy schedule." He settles back too, arms loosely by Chris' sides in a sort of proto embrace. He'll let Chris be as close or as far as he wishes and remain static himself for now. A solid frame to lean on.
He wants to kiss the top of Chris' head but refrains, unsure if that would be welcome with what they've just discussed or if it would be painfully awkward. Would that be something he would do normally, though? He's not sure. It's a little difficult to untangle the reasons for his behavior around Chris since his feelings for the cleric have been entangled for so long now. Maybe? He wants to think he would.
As a compromised, he rests his chin lightly against the back of Chris' head, not kissing but still a gesture of freely given intimacy. "Whenever you're ready."
He wants to kiss the top of Chris' head but refrains, unsure if that would be welcome with what they've just discussed or if it would be painfully awkward. Would that be something he would do normally, though? He's not sure. It's a little difficult to untangle the reasons for his behavior around Chris since his feelings for the cleric have been entangled for so long now. Maybe? He wants to think he would.
As a compromised, he rests his chin lightly against the back of Chris' head, not kissing but still a gesture of freely given intimacy. "Whenever you're ready."
Words won't come and so he nods, a shift of his forehead against hers, as he also tries to catch his breath. He feels in awe of her, running through the night in his mind. Amelia, taking charge when he'd been too helpless with worry to do so, giving him the chance to collect himself. Amelia, a guiding hand to what needed to be done, no doubt or questioning of if it was the moral thing, only the just thing. Amelia, covered in blood and coolly wiping her blades, carrying corpses with all the practicality of taking out the trash. Amelia... Dearest, daring, adamantine-willed Amelia who can take down a man twice her size with ease but blushes like a wilting flower at the idea that she could be treated as precious.
She is that, to him. Precious. Like a gem, hard and sharp and beautiful, forced under pressure into a shining beacon. She shines in his eyes and he'll give her all the time in the world if it means she'll allow him to touch her again, to whisper gentle words and light soft touches to her skin. She's a warrior, a fighter, and simply because she is these things he wants to show her an entirely other sort of glory.
He waits, unable to stop himself slowly carding his fingers through her hair, a hand on her shoulder in the warm spray, until she can breathe again.
She is that, to him. Precious. Like a gem, hard and sharp and beautiful, forced under pressure into a shining beacon. She shines in his eyes and he'll give her all the time in the world if it means she'll allow him to touch her again, to whisper gentle words and light soft touches to her skin. She's a warrior, a fighter, and simply because she is these things he wants to show her an entirely other sort of glory.
He waits, unable to stop himself slowly carding his fingers through her hair, a hand on her shoulder in the warm spray, until she can breathe again.
He's quiet throughout and more than a beat afterwards as that sinks in. It makes sense...and echoes what he'd been thinking and feeling about the deal with Bane when he decided to make one.
'Are you sure about this?
I can trust him to keep his word, so long as we make sure there's no holes to snake through in the words he gives, this can be tenable.'
Someone lawful, even to their own code, was someone predictable and maneuverable. Manipulate the god of manipulations: such a simple task of course. Gods literally only knew if they'd managed it. But...he still felt it had been worth it. As Grayson said, their feelings were well lower than secondary in comparison to what could be achieved.
He breathes a small sigh that borders on relief. "That makes perfect sense. I hope it goes as well as it can for you."
They're approaching the final turn to take them back onto Marzipan Terrace and it's perhaps a little odd to find he's sort of sorry for it.
'Are you sure about this?
I can trust him to keep his word, so long as we make sure there's no holes to snake through in the words he gives, this can be tenable.'
Someone lawful, even to their own code, was someone predictable and maneuverable. Manipulate the god of manipulations: such a simple task of course. Gods literally only knew if they'd managed it. But...he still felt it had been worth it. As Grayson said, their feelings were well lower than secondary in comparison to what could be achieved.
He breathes a small sigh that borders on relief. "That makes perfect sense. I hope it goes as well as it can for you."
They're approaching the final turn to take them back onto Marzipan Terrace and it's perhaps a little odd to find he's sort of sorry for it.
[Is there, though? Or is it a card house already finding its fatal fault line? Really not the time for such thoughts. He stirs slightly and nods as though he agrees.
The other is easier to speak to.]
The disappearances wear sometimes.
[That earns a faint smile.]
It doesn't surprise me you usually fill that role. It's not an easy walk. It's very needed. I hope you have people in your life who tell you that and don't take it as coldness. You're welcome. Any time. [A small pause.] At night, at least.
The other is easier to speak to.]
The disappearances wear sometimes.
[That earns a faint smile.]
It doesn't surprise me you usually fill that role. It's not an easy walk. It's very needed. I hope you have people in your life who tell you that and don't take it as coldness. You're welcome. Any time. [A small pause.] At night, at least.
She's not certain if it's better or worse that he says nothing as she attempts to recover. It helps her focus on the steady patter of water against her skin, though, allowing her to come down from the heightened place of worry she was in. All her worries are still there, waiting for her to fuck this up, but they're less pressing than they were. That'll have to do for now.
Exhaling slowly, she opens her eyes - still a touch red from the tears that threatened them before - and touches his face to draw his attention back to her. She's still so afraid, so certain she'll do this wrong somehow, but she's determined to press on. Her worries don't stop her from wanting him. He is still here because she loves him and wants him to be here, and that is... enough. If it isn't, she'll make it be enough, somehow.
She kisses him softly, drawing herself the smallest bit closer as she does. "Thank you," she murmurs. I'm still not certain of myself, but... "I'm here now, completely, but I... don't know how to do this. A-at this pace, I mean. It's... I've never..." She forces herself to stop and take a breath to keep herself steady. "This is new to me."
Maybe she won't regret this, but she can't help feeling inadequate when she admits that. Wolfe knows she's not used to softness, but this is still... too much.
Exhaling slowly, she opens her eyes - still a touch red from the tears that threatened them before - and touches his face to draw his attention back to her. She's still so afraid, so certain she'll do this wrong somehow, but she's determined to press on. Her worries don't stop her from wanting him. He is still here because she loves him and wants him to be here, and that is... enough. If it isn't, she'll make it be enough, somehow.
She kisses him softly, drawing herself the smallest bit closer as she does. "Thank you," she murmurs. I'm still not certain of myself, but... "I'm here now, completely, but I... don't know how to do this. A-at this pace, I mean. It's... I've never..." She forces herself to stop and take a breath to keep herself steady. "This is new to me."
Maybe she won't regret this, but she can't help feeling inadequate when she admits that. Wolfe knows she's not used to softness, but this is still... too much.
The well wishes aren't expected. He shoots him a quick glance. Given what happened just before he found himself here, he's not sure at all things will go well for him. He's not sure he'll be free or existing for very much longer if he's thrown back home. They've had a pleasant conversation. This isn't the time to bring any such thing up.
"Thank you," he says, inclining his head. "I hope so, too, naturally." He is resourceful. He may do well with a head start, especially if he can get to Seattle. Time will eventually tell, most likely.
When they do reach the turn, he stops where he is. "I shouldn't keep you any longer or raise any alarms. I was lucky you were awake and others weren't when I called to you. Let's not tempt fate."
"Thank you," he says, inclining his head. "I hope so, too, naturally." He is resourceful. He may do well with a head start, especially if he can get to Seattle. Time will eventually tell, most likely.
When they do reach the turn, he stops where he is. "I shouldn't keep you any longer or raise any alarms. I was lucky you were awake and others weren't when I called to you. Let's not tempt fate."
That pop earns a raised brow and a small wince from the cleric, but he keeps his hold until that gentle squeeze he returns.
"Good, then extra stretching will really do you wonders." He reaches up for Hawke's collar and tugs on the ring to bring him in close, though the kiss he gives his friend is light and on his cheek. "Stretches, Adalwolfe. Two minutes, I'm going to set something up with the bed while you do. Your focus is to release tension and soreness in your legs and knees and then work on your hips...I'll have need of them. If you've still time, your shoulders should be next."
Directive given, Chris releases the mage and turns from him with the full confidence of someone who expects a confirmation, not question. For his part, he needs his ropes and a couple clasps to tie to the bed-posts at the head of the bed. He sets the restraints and tests the ties of the ropes lying empty and waiting on the bed. The other coil, longer, finds a careful place at one side of the bed along with a broad belt-like strip of leather with two-d-rings set off from center. The last few tools to be set are toys, lubrication and a simple vibrator, and a thinner dildo.
All throughout, he keeps his awareness open to what Hawke's doing and any hesitation or pausing is met with a stern, imperious, look until the two minutes are up.
"Good, then extra stretching will really do you wonders." He reaches up for Hawke's collar and tugs on the ring to bring him in close, though the kiss he gives his friend is light and on his cheek. "Stretches, Adalwolfe. Two minutes, I'm going to set something up with the bed while you do. Your focus is to release tension and soreness in your legs and knees and then work on your hips...I'll have need of them. If you've still time, your shoulders should be next."
Directive given, Chris releases the mage and turns from him with the full confidence of someone who expects a confirmation, not question. For his part, he needs his ropes and a couple clasps to tie to the bed-posts at the head of the bed. He sets the restraints and tests the ties of the ropes lying empty and waiting on the bed. The other coil, longer, finds a careful place at one side of the bed along with a broad belt-like strip of leather with two-d-rings set off from center. The last few tools to be set are toys, lubrication and a simple vibrator, and a thinner dildo.
All throughout, he keeps his awareness open to what Hawke's doing and any hesitation or pausing is met with a stern, imperious, look until the two minutes are up.
[It's very easy to just be in Oliver's space again, to lean into his presence and touch and when he's in close like that, it's very easy to angle his face up to meet him and press their lips together.
It's softer than he'd maybe intended, but he doesn't try to change it. The hand not bracing his weight moves up to trail his fingers over his friend's leg.]
Whatever the ticket, I've no doubt you'd be worth the cost. Trouble always is.
[Which he will absolutely follow up with a sharper kiss that leaves a stinging nip on Oli's lower lip. They'd only talked about hair petting, but how could he resist the temptation of at least making out? Impossible, honestly.]
It's softer than he'd maybe intended, but he doesn't try to change it. The hand not bracing his weight moves up to trail his fingers over his friend's leg.]
Whatever the ticket, I've no doubt you'd be worth the cost. Trouble always is.
[Which he will absolutely follow up with a sharper kiss that leaves a stinging nip on Oli's lower lip. They'd only talked about hair petting, but how could he resist the temptation of at least making out? Impossible, honestly.]
When she releases him, it eases some of the hum in his skin and distance would do more, but he's loathe to pull away completely. He just lets his arms fall and resists the urge to magically clean her face. Sometimes doing something manually was part of the process.
He pulls on a quiet smile. "You're welcome. You made me feel safe last night, least I can ever hope to do is offer you the same whenever you need it." That's what being in a party was, right?
"Come on, splash some water on your face, I'll warm up the tea...and we can figure out who needs to know next or if there's anything to check in on. I think you'll feel better with a plan."
He pulls on a quiet smile. "You're welcome. You made me feel safe last night, least I can ever hope to do is offer you the same whenever you need it." That's what being in a party was, right?
"Come on, splash some water on your face, I'll warm up the tea...and we can figure out who needs to know next or if there's anything to check in on. I think you'll feel better with a plan."
( he likes chris in close. likes the feel of his hair between his fingers, chris' lips against his own. everything has felt so--shitty lately. shitty for the last while. it's hard to look at the positive when a good chunk of people he used to hang out with just up and disappeared and the dynamic of everything has shifted.
but chris is still here, and oliver's giving a small smile against his lips, legs spreading to leave plenty of room for him to come right up between them.
gives a soft little sigh when teeth dig into his lower lip, before he's yanking chris' head up, leaning in for a deeper kiss. they can talk about trouble later; making out is clearly more important. )
but chris is still here, and oliver's giving a small smile against his lips, legs spreading to leave plenty of room for him to come right up between them.
gives a soft little sigh when teeth dig into his lower lip, before he's yanking chris' head up, leaning in for a deeper kiss. they can talk about trouble later; making out is clearly more important. )
Chris pauses at the turn, glances down the road, and then back to Grayson. "You're right...I expect Jon's likely up anyway and he'd Know you were about. Thank you for the talk and walk. Both have been...helpful." And something to look forward to which was unexpected.
A nicer interaction than he was expecting, but one he'll keep in mind the next time they find themselves coming together.
"May the rest of your night be productive and satisfying to you." He offers with a small smile and an equally small bow of his head, before he turns to make his way back home.
A nicer interaction than he was expecting, but one he'll keep in mind the next time they find themselves coming together.
"May the rest of your night be productive and satisfying to you." He offers with a small smile and an equally small bow of his head, before he turns to make his way back home.
[There's a quiet invitation in the spread of his friend's legs and Chris moves between them to better put his hands at Oli's hips. Especially when his hair is suddenly yanked on and it takes everything in him not to suddenly reach for more. Well, more than what he can't help like the moan of pleasure into Oliver's mouth and the slip of tongues against each other as he pulls his companion sharply against him by the hips in a bid for simple friction.
Making out and maybe a little grinding...absolutely not the desperate hello tasting Oliver often brings out in him. It's longing as much as it is simple desire and enjoyment of the feeling of him. Too many memories still float in the background, but he doesn't let them get in the way of the focus Oli deserves.
Kisses to lips switch to kisses down jaw and neck for Chris to suck a mark on the column of skin, one he puts earnest effort into rather than any necrotic magic to make the bruise darker or last longer. He's seen more than enough necrotic magic on this man's neck, Chris' had no business adding to it.]
Making out and maybe a little grinding...absolutely not the desperate hello tasting Oliver often brings out in him. It's longing as much as it is simple desire and enjoyment of the feeling of him. Too many memories still float in the background, but he doesn't let them get in the way of the focus Oli deserves.
Kisses to lips switch to kisses down jaw and neck for Chris to suck a mark on the column of skin, one he puts earnest effort into rather than any necrotic magic to make the bruise darker or last longer. He's seen more than enough necrotic magic on this man's neck, Chris' had no business adding to it.]
[Lux, Anduin, Crais, Nate and Nick, now Cinder...yes they wore. Or maybe weighed. More stones to the pile.
He doesn't answer the rest because...it's more vulnerability. More admittance to things he doesn't have the capacity for right now. How does he explain his friends and lovers who looked at him like he'd struck them or went terribly quiet for his veer back towards the more serious goals ahead of them? They're old hurts and he's tired.
He offers a small smile for the light humor and makes to stand again.]
Of course. Give me another week of alternate work, I'll be back to full by beginning of the month. Not to be stubborn but because I need the deadline.
He doesn't answer the rest because...it's more vulnerability. More admittance to things he doesn't have the capacity for right now. How does he explain his friends and lovers who looked at him like he'd struck them or went terribly quiet for his veer back towards the more serious goals ahead of them? They're old hurts and he's tired.
He offers a small smile for the light humor and makes to stand again.]
Of course. Give me another week of alternate work, I'll be back to full by beginning of the month. Not to be stubborn but because I need the deadline.
He kisses back and meets her softness with his own, with a touch of patience, a touch of mourning, and all the depths of love he feels for her in all of it. It's soft but fathomless, a yawning depth of feeling that he can't conceal with his head such a mess and his senses temporarily rewired.
Amelia pulls back first and he listens to her words, forcing himself to focus on her mouth moving, on hearing and retaining what she tells him. Hesitation, worry, she needs reassurance she needs direction. She's been giving all of that and more tonight, she deserves to have someone else take charge and make decisions for awhile.
"Shh, shh, it's alright. I know, but we'll work it out together. If you need to stop, just say and I'll stop immediately." He moves his hands to take hers, still so aware of how their bodies touch under the spray. It feels electric to him, fizzing like champagne. Like magic. It's all he wants to pull her onto him and slowly worship her, take her apart until she can focus on nothing but sensation. Grant her respite from her worries for just a little while. But only with her permission. Only ever if she'll let him.
"Do you trust me?"
Amelia pulls back first and he listens to her words, forcing himself to focus on her mouth moving, on hearing and retaining what she tells him. Hesitation, worry, she needs reassurance she needs direction. She's been giving all of that and more tonight, she deserves to have someone else take charge and make decisions for awhile.
"Shh, shh, it's alright. I know, but we'll work it out together. If you need to stop, just say and I'll stop immediately." He moves his hands to take hers, still so aware of how their bodies touch under the spray. It feels electric to him, fizzing like champagne. Like magic. It's all he wants to pull her onto him and slowly worship her, take her apart until she can focus on nothing but sensation. Grant her respite from her worries for just a little while. But only with her permission. Only ever if she'll let him.
"Do you trust me?"
Stretches. He almost laughs again, the very idea hardly seeming to fit. He's never had to stretch before sex before and it seems to sort of take the wind out of it, but there's wisdom in it even if he's indignant. What's more embarrassing, limbering up before or getting a cramp in the middle and having to safe-word out?
He lets out an incredulous breath, especially at the glance he gets from Chris for his hesitation, but does as he's told. Running through his beginning stretches from his gym regimine in the mornings isn't terrible. In fact it's fairly meditative. Repeated sets of tens, touching his toes, bending his knees. He's not exactly in the right clothes for it though so he tossed his shirt at least off to the side. The pants he feels should stay until Chris bids him fully undress. It's part of the rhythm of it for him, part of surrendering his choice to his trust for Chris.
He lets out an incredulous breath, especially at the glance he gets from Chris for his hesitation, but does as he's told. Running through his beginning stretches from his gym regimine in the mornings isn't terrible. In fact it's fairly meditative. Repeated sets of tens, touching his toes, bending his knees. He's not exactly in the right clothes for it though so he tossed his shirt at least off to the side. The pants he feels should stay until Chris bids him fully undress. It's part of the rhythm of it for him, part of surrendering his choice to his trust for Chris.
It's an easy question, on its face, the same as it was when Chris asked her only a few days ago. Do you trust him? - as if that was in doubt from her actions.
"Yes."
But it's not the same as it was when the cleric asked her. This isn't about trusting Wolfe to make his own decisions or whether he knows what he's gotten himself into by choosing her. It's about letting herself be with him in ways she has always avoided, always thought impossible. It's about trusting him enough to let him have... control while she's tired and he's so far into magical misuse she doesn't know if his mind is still fully his.
Can she do this? Can she really let that go? She loves him, and she trusts him to have her back in battle, to keep her from death and to be honest with her about so many things, but is it enough for this?
Is she enough for this?
Her lips tremble again as she rests her forehead against his, clinging to his hands. She's going to do this wrong. He's going to get hurt and it will be all her fault, and she can't let that happen. She needs to pull back. She needs to stop this. She needs to save him from herself.
A long, halting breath in as she grips his hands with more strength than she should before slowly, hesitantly, she releases them.
"With every part of myself." More than she should. More than he should allow. "I trust you, and I want this with you."
"Yes."
But it's not the same as it was when the cleric asked her. This isn't about trusting Wolfe to make his own decisions or whether he knows what he's gotten himself into by choosing her. It's about letting herself be with him in ways she has always avoided, always thought impossible. It's about trusting him enough to let him have... control while she's tired and he's so far into magical misuse she doesn't know if his mind is still fully his.
Can she do this? Can she really let that go? She loves him, and she trusts him to have her back in battle, to keep her from death and to be honest with her about so many things, but is it enough for this?
Is she enough for this?
Her lips tremble again as she rests her forehead against his, clinging to his hands. She's going to do this wrong. He's going to get hurt and it will be all her fault, and she can't let that happen. She needs to pull back. She needs to stop this. She needs to save him from herself.
A long, halting breath in as she grips his hands with more strength than she should before slowly, hesitantly, she releases them.
"With every part of myself." More than she should. More than he should allow. "I trust you, and I want this with you."
Everything looks well and set and he tests the ropes on the headboard for their length and nods to himself when they come past the middle of the bed. All's well. He turns back to watch Hawke's progress and takes an unsubtle glance at the man's ass as he's touching his toes and bending his knees. "Maybe I should have you do this every time we do a proper scene. But I'll put you in those tight workout pants first." It would be important.
For now, he holds up a hand when Hawke next raises up. "Quite enough, Wolfe, thank you." Once his friend is standing again, Chris moves up to him, deft fingers making quick and unceremonious work of the fastenings to the mage's pants, though Chris maintains his gaze the whole time.
"We're gonna get you undressed and then you're gonna put your hands up on the bedpost and spread your legs. Still standing." He ends the direction with a mischievous smirk and leans in. "I think you're gonna like the plans...but I know you also like a bit of a surprise sometimes, so I'll not be telegraphing each step for you."
For now, he holds up a hand when Hawke next raises up. "Quite enough, Wolfe, thank you." Once his friend is standing again, Chris moves up to him, deft fingers making quick and unceremonious work of the fastenings to the mage's pants, though Chris maintains his gaze the whole time.
"We're gonna get you undressed and then you're gonna put your hands up on the bedpost and spread your legs. Still standing." He ends the direction with a mischievous smirk and leans in. "I think you're gonna like the plans...but I know you also like a bit of a surprise sometimes, so I'll not be telegraphing each step for you."
"Alright." He pauses, resting his hands on her hips and letting that effervescent feeling sparkle at his fingers and noting how it's not nearly as strong as the welcome pressure of her hands gripping his. "Good. You can cling to me all you need, my heart. I'll not let you go."
Another kiss, this one still slow to start and explorative. They've had sex, he knows the feel of her against him and himself inside her. He knows how she wriggles and jolts when he hits on somewhere particularly pleasurable for her. What he doesn't have memorized yet is the shapes. The sounds, the scents. How she opens for him when he presses his tongue between her lips softly, how her body shifts along with or against his grip at her waist. What hitches of breath, what gasps or shudders he can elicit and what they mean. He wants to know them now; it's become the most important thing in the world that he knows them.
He doesn't just want to sleep with Amelia, he wants to make love to her. Appreciate her in the way she deserves. He hasn't the words right now but he can demonstrate instead, letting their bodies to the talking for them.
Another kiss, this one still slow to start and explorative. They've had sex, he knows the feel of her against him and himself inside her. He knows how she wriggles and jolts when he hits on somewhere particularly pleasurable for her. What he doesn't have memorized yet is the shapes. The sounds, the scents. How she opens for him when he presses his tongue between her lips softly, how her body shifts along with or against his grip at her waist. What hitches of breath, what gasps or shudders he can elicit and what they mean. He wants to know them now; it's become the most important thing in the world that he knows them.
He doesn't just want to sleep with Amelia, he wants to make love to her. Appreciate her in the way she deserves. He hasn't the words right now but he can demonstrate instead, letting their bodies to the talking for them.
Got caught, cited.
On the train home to get to bed.
I'll send you a message when I'm up.
[ Short for Hawke, but it's all he has the energy for before slogging off to bed and... not actually sleeping. He spends the rest of the early morning into slightly later early morning at a diner a few blocks away and then returns to the Cat House to at least shower and make himself presentable. He has to be at the park to keep an eye on Morrigan, and Amelia at the Zoo. How is he going to prioritize this?
Shit, he was supposed to text Chris too. He pauses between getting his boots on. ]
Heading out.
Busy today but we can talk later if you want, in a few days.
Don't worry too much, I'm fine. You've got your own troubles.
On the train home to get to bed.
I'll send you a message when I'm up.
[ Short for Hawke, but it's all he has the energy for before slogging off to bed and... not actually sleeping. He spends the rest of the early morning into slightly later early morning at a diner a few blocks away and then returns to the Cat House to at least shower and make himself presentable. He has to be at the park to keep an eye on Morrigan, and Amelia at the Zoo. How is he going to prioritize this?
Shit, he was supposed to text Chris too. He pauses between getting his boots on. ]
Heading out.
Busy today but we can talk later if you want, in a few days.
Don't worry too much, I'm fine. You've got your own troubles.
A last, slow breath is all she manages in response before he leans in again, the whole of him trying to figure out the whole of her. The desire to resist, to hide, is still there, fought back with an iron grip rivaling the dig of her blades into any target. She wants this, she reminds herself. He asked, and she answered. He's gentle and patient as he explores her, and for all her worries, there's nothing but pleasure between them. It's... unexpected. Wonderful, too, but it's also...
Terrifying. It shouldn't be. Outside of Aloïs, Wolfe is the safest person she knows. He wouldn't hurt her. He won't.
Why can't she simply let herself have this? Why is the desire to run so difficult to resist?
She stops him several times, trembling and on the edge of tears as she asks for his patience and forgiveness. She's trying. Dreams, she's trying more than she's ever managed with anyone. But this isn't her. He's going to reach into her and come out stained, bloodied and broken because she isn't... this. She is sharp edges and cutting metal to her core, and she doesn't want to hurt him.
She doesn't know how many times she's asked for a moment to breathe when she finally gives in and sobs quietly into his shoulder. If ever she was going to do so, this is the place for it, and she's grateful for his presence as she allows herself to vent the heaviness weighing her down. It still lingers, but when she finally returns her lips to his, the desperation she feels is for him, rather than working to get herself away.
It's a first step to what he craves from her. A glimpse of Amelia at her core, her terrifyingly soft and vulnerable self she has shared with no one else. Something that tonight, for the first time, she gives willingly to someone she truly, deeply loves.
Terrifying. It shouldn't be. Outside of Aloïs, Wolfe is the safest person she knows. He wouldn't hurt her. He won't.
Why can't she simply let herself have this? Why is the desire to run so difficult to resist?
She stops him several times, trembling and on the edge of tears as she asks for his patience and forgiveness. She's trying. Dreams, she's trying more than she's ever managed with anyone. But this isn't her. He's going to reach into her and come out stained, bloodied and broken because she isn't... this. She is sharp edges and cutting metal to her core, and she doesn't want to hurt him.
She doesn't know how many times she's asked for a moment to breathe when she finally gives in and sobs quietly into his shoulder. If ever she was going to do so, this is the place for it, and she's grateful for his presence as she allows herself to vent the heaviness weighing her down. It still lingers, but when she finally returns her lips to his, the desperation she feels is for him, rather than working to get herself away.
It's a first step to what he craves from her. A glimpse of Amelia at her core, her terrifyingly soft and vulnerable self she has shared with no one else. Something that tonight, for the first time, she gives willingly to someone she truly, deeply loves.
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He feels nice and limber when Chris calls a stop to his calisthenics, though he'd not finished the entire rundown, or even broken much more than a light sweat. He watches Chris with an interested gaze as he opens his jeans, smiling a little as he lays out what if the process he cares to reveal and detects none of the previous distraction that had given him cause to pause. It makes him want to dart in and steal a kiss, encouragement and gratitude both tied up in it, but he refrains this time. He'll be a model submissive, he decides. Less effort for Chris if he's not earning reprimands.
He does help to divest himself of his remaining clothes though, already stiffening again as Chris expresses his intent to keep Hawke in the dark over some of it. He leans in and Hawke nearly fails his own resolution to not steal that kiss, but he manages to hold himself back. Barely.
"I trust you," he says, tossing his jeans and smalls where he'd thrown his shirt in the corner. He can't help but brush Chris' arm with his fingers as he moves past, though. He'll let himself have that, at least.
He positions himself at the bedpost as instructed, not sure if Chris meant both hands at the one or if he's to be spread between both. He might have been anxious about his uncertainty before but there's something in having used his safe word and having it not completely ruin everything they're trying to do that gives him more confidence to be wrong, to make mistakes. Chris will tell him what he needs him to do and it's likely sinful how much comfort he takes in that.
He holds both hands up to one of the posts, facing it as he sticks his ass out with his legs spread. It's near comical and it's clearly meant to be with the smirk that matches the one Chris had given him in his directions. "Like this?"
He does help to divest himself of his remaining clothes though, already stiffening again as Chris expresses his intent to keep Hawke in the dark over some of it. He leans in and Hawke nearly fails his own resolution to not steal that kiss, but he manages to hold himself back. Barely.
"I trust you," he says, tossing his jeans and smalls where he'd thrown his shirt in the corner. He can't help but brush Chris' arm with his fingers as he moves past, though. He'll let himself have that, at least.
He positions himself at the bedpost as instructed, not sure if Chris meant both hands at the one or if he's to be spread between both. He might have been anxious about his uncertainty before but there's something in having used his safe word and having it not completely ruin everything they're trying to do that gives him more confidence to be wrong, to make mistakes. Chris will tell him what he needs him to do and it's likely sinful how much comfort he takes in that.
He holds both hands up to one of the posts, facing it as he sticks his ass out with his legs spread. It's near comical and it's clearly meant to be with the smirk that matches the one Chris had given him in his directions. "Like this?"
Well I appreciate no patronizing
But why in all the hells would I let you dunk me in the ocean?
But why in all the hells would I let you dunk me in the ocean?
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