…..:::::|. Fifty-Foot-O-Rope Inn .|:::::…..
Wherever Siin's head was at in the moment she was overjoyed it was on her. She’d just knew he’d been hating her for betraying him. She’d convinced herself this friend, who she’d openly admitted wanting, would think her every bit of a liar after what she’d let her drunk self get into.
But it was he who’d been suffering from something she didn’t even know of. And her kiss was flooded with question and concern for him. All she wanted now was to take away whatever had caused him any pain. He’d look so angry before but perhaps it had been because of something he couldn't remember he wanted.
So Halycind leaned into his kiss; leaned into him with longing.
His arms found themselves wrapping all the way around the small of her waist. Siin had her pressed hard against this interior wall as if his sheer defiance was in command of this kiss.
Then his brow furled, and he lifted from her with distracted confusion.
"I'm sorry, Haly, I didn't even as--" His eyes were lost, darting to each of hers. His looks were worried and boy-like in their twistings.
“No, Siin, I should be sorry.” She hurried her whimpering apology as she pulled him back into her kiss and he gave into her rushing grabs.
Only for a breath, she broke to examine the well-being of her best-friend. His eyes were squarely on her, but they were tearing, and there were still mild confusions in his boyish expressions.
"I don’t know why it’s so fuzzy, but I remember you wanting me."
Her face brightened to hear him say this and she nodded eagerly. "I do. I did." She looked over his fine face, close to her as she had so desperately wanted. "I do. And I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Siin." She, with many tearfully confused breaths, kissed him again. "I do want you. Please know this. I only want you." Halycind was panting sobs onto his lips as they reignited in kisses.
"Haly, please don't apologize. I don't know why I don't remember. I know in the infirmary I thought of--" He almost mentioned something about a decision but couldn't now solely remember having landed on anything solid about himself.
The two confused youth were both, now trembling with something of a mix of fear, want, and buzzing.
“What did I think of?” Siin tried to urge answers from his brain.
“Look, Siin, you gave this to me then.” She pulled forth the music box that perpetually dangled from the arsenal of tools at her hip. “Told Kodlaa to go buy it for me when I woke up.”
“Rosestone?” His eyes widened. He knew what gifting rosestone meant. But he didn’t remember doing any of it. “I gave you rosestone? I should remember this, its so pretty. I’m sorry Haly, I don’t know why I can’t rem--”
“I messed up, Siin.”
He looked up to see her eyes were full of tears now and breath too quick for patient words. “I was looking for you and I messed up.”
Something about a tavern, and bitters, and beckoning her to have ‘discussions’ in the inn, stabbed at his thoughts and he felt rotten for some reason. “No, Halycind, I made the mistake. I should have done nothing else but walk you back here.” There was then darkness in his memory. Darkness and empty streets.”But i—couldn't find you?” He said almost inaudibly, remembering Percival's voice. “I was to...rest?”
“I was too drunk.” Her sobs were beginning to choke her words and he stared on her with too much fearful care. “Kodlaa told me it was a bad idea but I was too pig-heade--”
“Just kiss me, Haly. Remind me what we are.” He spurred as he shoved a rushing kiss onto her tearful lips.
As if her face couldn't get any closer and her lips couldn't fit around his any harder, Halycind let him have all of what her sorrowful thirsts had been raising in her.
Then there was a moment, a moment of trouble, he remembered briefly.
"Broomsticks." He broke to say.
“You remember?”
“Something like that.” A hot smirk took its time growing over the plumpness of his lips and a bit of her Siin returned.
“I'm so sorry.” She sobbed, still becoming half-aroused.
“Don't be, Haly. I love you.” He blurted without hindrance, realizing he'd wanted to tell her this somewhere surrounded by flowers but hadn’t decided on when. His head was a jumble there as he also remembered shards of their tryst in the pantry and wanted to tell her he loved her there. He was looking down about himself; not sure what was past and what was present. “I remember wanting to say that.”
“You did. You did say that. In the infirmary you confessed to me when I awoke. But in the pantry you didn't say much. Your kiss said everything.”
"Then why is it all so fuzzy?" His gaze was filled with disbelief. “I can’t have you of all things be fuzzy.” His mind was developing some hate towards all time and space for taking his Halycind’s kiss from him. "I never thought I could forget anything of you."
“I didn't know you’d forgotten. I thought you were angry with me for being drunk and stupid enough to let him take m--"
"I'll kill anyone who hurts you, Haly." His expression went grim. For he’d remembered that dark voice in his soul.
"Oh, Siin, please, no, I don't want that thing anywhere nea—No—just please, don't hate me. I never want to hurt you."
He heard her plea over his safety but he was also hearing conversations from the past wisping about in his head. All of them mixing like mists on a capricious wind; unfulfillable promises between lovers for the night at his brothel, de-coupled feathers begging for forgiveness in the city streets of Air House Library, booming arguments from magi who’d been found unfaithful in the Villa.
But this was his Halycind she couldn't do anything to harm his heart. Halycind was the whole reason his heart was even still beating. He knew she wanted him. He was unwavering in this. So, there was not a plot formed that could rip his love from her.
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Neither of them should have been promising to give themselves to anyone whilst that inebriated; Kodlaa had been wise in this advice. And neither of them had the experience she had in the drunken regard.
Even if their histories had been reversed and Halycind and turned out to be the world’s most sought after sasher, she'd still remain his love until time itself ceased it's ticking. No one could convince him otherwise.
"You're everything to me...I can't hate you. I could never hate you. Regardless of whatever else happens around us."
He remembered being told to let her go and his defiance made his arms wrap even tighter around her. Curse words shot off in his mind but he was unsure to whom they were directed. Perhaps out of that defiance or mere dedication to Halycind, all he summed up now was to bury this whole sordid affair into a warm kiss for the love of his life.
This very new buzzing only served to dizzy their time more but it was not enough to cease the rising pound of their heartbeats.
He'd then remembered something fun. Breaking their kiss, he scoffed a bit of a laugh.
“You made me nervous. He grinned looking her curvy figure over. “I didn't know how to touch you.”
Though he'd had a jovial burst of memory, Halycind was looking on him with utter seriousness. "You can show me now. Show me everything you ever wanted to show me."
That grin slimmed into an aroused lick and fold of his bottom lip under his fang as he scanned the room fully now.
It was well laid with blossoming blue and silver décor, changing screens, basins, and other finely crafted furniture but there was a bed there, bathed in the moonslight from windows set in the ceiling. Whose room this was, mattered not. It was theirs now. And landing in the plush coverings, both, he loosed all her clothing with teeth, tail and tongue, as if he'd undressed her before. And he had, in his head; one hundred thousand times.
Between fiery kisses and the removal of every ounce of cloth and leather covering them, they attempted to utter anything of what their minds fed them as their hands roamed the bare skin of one another.
"Halycind. Solveig. Ylva. Aphsa. Carabaan. Cashtiel." He was panting her name slowly, unsure if the woman, laid under him bare on her back now, was actually real or some figment of the many imaginings he’d had of her. She certainly felt real.
"You say my name with such song. It's beguiling.” Halycind’s mind drifted and swam then slowly centered itself upon their moment again and she couldn't have been happier to be with him. “You were using your charm, wer--"
"I'm sorry. I’m trying not t—I didn't mean to—I'm just so—"
Voluptuous he found her, round in every womanly place. He, suddenly, fully understood her trials with wearing uniforms of any type, and raw urges kept shooting up his middle. Raw urges that started to sober him against the buzzing.
"It's alright. I understand it better now. And I right like the ensorcellment coming from you." She hummed, voice rolling into more of a relaxed moan.
"Hard to control my craft—” He started again but she was in fact much more shapely than he'd first understood and was growing gleeful knowing she wanted to share any of herself with him. “I'm just in such overwhelming disbelief you're...you're..."
"Here?” She wound a settling neck under the presence of her feather. “I want nothing more right now than to be in bed with you, Siin Ynggrloch." There was a small smile growing upon her face as she let his palms and fingers get their fill if her shape. "No, I'm sorry..." In a sweet memory, she parted her lips again to playfully correct herself. "...aBn Ynggr."
Her whisper in teasing jest decorated the inside of his hearing and he smiled largely upon her. Then he easily remembered their first meeting in Ladi Gru Has and how she’d huffed and puffed on the cold ground after that climb, and how he’d been reacquainted with her instincts and how she’d slapped at him because of his pranks and cared for his turmoil with this focus potion. Everything deep in him started to profoundly cherish every thought he’d ever had of her.
Looking at her naked form, watching her relax into his touch, his breathing deepened, wondering if memory of her now would stick.
"Has this ever happened before?" He whispered peering upon the hills and valleys of her golden-bronze body. She carried a few well-healed scars hearkening to the times she'd seen battle and he bit his lip once more remembering her kill of the Ghostgale.
"No..." She answered, worried still for his wellness, though interested now in this new look on his face. It was that same one she wanted all over her as they walked out of the pantry.
"So I've never seen you bare before?” His ringed fingers were tracing the lines of her newest white tantantoa, from under her back, round her bosom and along her ribs. “Never touched you like this?” He still yet uttered in uncertainty but he was taking his time running teasing fingers over the soft musculature and meatiness of her frame. "Never held you in this manner?" He and his tail were gently squeezing parts of her now, less questioning if they'd shared time together before and more-so allowing the desire to enjoy each other into their moment.
“No.” She whispered out with a shudder as his touch was making her dizzy; dizzier than that buzzing had. Those rings on his fingers quietly adding just the softest lick of metallic chill to his warm caress.
But now with the new addition of his delicate suckling upon the skin of her chest, this whole affair made her want to throw fits. There was kindling burning under her flesh now and it seemed to quiet that irritating buzzing altogether.
She somehow only now realized this man, this Siin, was everything she never knew she wanted in a lover. But this was Siin, her friend, from ages gone by. The one she frolicked with in the woods of their home. The one she stole bits and bobs with and teased to no end.
He was with her now, on her now, and he was suddenly and alarmingly incredible.
Her body in his hands didn't even feel real in the moment. How could this boy from years long passed be so arresting. How could his lips have been so lovely? How could his hands and his form have been fashioned so perfectly? Her whole being wanted to let this 'ugly dummy' from her past do anything he ever desired to do to her.
"I didn't know you could make me fe—" She couldn't finish that sentence and he didn't care to encourage it, for he already knew what it meant. He already knew what he was doing to her. And his near-sober eyes, now, were filled with gratitude from all her swimming movements.
"Surprised, pup?"
He watched her melt from his words, felt her roll in both his touch and his travelling kiss. And he smiled in his effect on her.
“I had no ide—” She attempted again but her choppy little breaths defeated her words.
“Enjoy it, puppy.”
When he leaned upward again to take more of this sight in, he found one of her lips was tucked under tooth and fang. Her body arching into his attentions. And her pleased eyelids rolling shut under his caress.
He shook his head, slow, for this was a whole sight he thought he'd never see.
Disbelief still took his understanding for what if she'd been taken by some Ashok noble by the time he'd gotten back to her? What if she had never developed any feelings for him at all. None of those fears rested between them now; only the reality of her giving intentions and the mutual desire they held for one another.
Encouraging these reactions, he let the back of his fingers softly stroke her lines up to her jaw to thumb there just behind her ear. There, he found the nine pointed star etched just the same as his.
"You even have my tantantoa?" He smiled, realizing only now how incredibly enticing that notion was.
"I got it after we kissed." She muttered nuzzling into his thumbing. "I wanted a piece of you with me always."
He suddenly remembered being dragged into the pantry.
"You've wanted me for a long time." She was still responding so honestly to his touch, that the fingers on his other hand increased their travel.
"I have. I was lying to myself, before, but I have." Her lulled speech was closer to that of a breath than something fully-voiced and speaking while sensitive areas were being caressed was showing itself to be quite a difficult task. For a brief moment he wondered if his rings caused her any scratching pain but the way she kept guiding his touch along her skin, she hadn't seemed to mind them.
"Then I'll try to make this a memory neither of us will ever forget." On a normal day he would have never said something so bleak. But today, today he couldn't trust himself. He was woefully saddened he could loose a memory of her at all. And violently angry he'd possibly lose this one. But he was determined to bless their present with as much as he ever wanted to show her.