OOM: All-Skate Adventure, for Kreyu

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[Follows this: LINK TW: Adult Content]

Skellig had slept well enough, with Kreyu curled up tightly against him, her bodyweight resting solid on his chest and his hip - but it had not been the most solid sleep he had gotten since coming to her world on this journey.

Keeping a watchful eye on her overnight was a given, after her reaction during their previous conversation. And while his concern was moreso on her well-being and rest - he has a concern for the potential for nightmares - a small part of his mind also worries if what he told her about his abilities may have changed her opinion of him.

(Deep down, he knows it is unlikely, but his mind is hesitant to let it fall completely away.)

He told her he was not letting her go, as she held onto him to fall asleep. Now that he is awake, he has kept his mind quiet in an effort to avoid waking her - and he has kept his word. His hand rests lightly against her shoulder, fingertips lightly touching the feathers of her wing, occasionally stroking whenever her feels her stir in an effort to reassure her that she is safe, and he is not going anywhere.

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[brave_kreyu]

Her eyes flicker open and there's confusion in them for a second before she flushes in embarrassment, in shame. "I WOULD fall asleep on you like I was asleep on my hoard, on top of everything else."

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"My bones may be light, but I am not made of glass." Skellig comments quietly, faintly amused. "You seemed most comfortable this way, once you settled."

[brave_kreyu]

"Even so."

She looks away for a moment, then meets his gaze again. "Please forgive me for, for, falling apart on you like that. I had thought those wounds long scarred over." Her hand moves through the feathers of one of his wings.

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"There is no need to seek forgiveness for allowing yourself to grieve."

Before he had met Kreyu, before she had 'recharged' his Light to the point where it is now, such an effort to comfort her would have likely drained his reserves a bit. But last night, it barely taxed him, aided by the Karma pool in this space.

"I have found the wounds that are scarred are sometimes the most painful to revisit." Skellig's voice shifts to slightly more serious. "You are someone I care for deeply, Kreyu. Someone I love. You do not need to hide what you feel from me. You will not run me off screaming to the hills."

[brave_kreyu]

"I would not ask forgiveness for the grieving of someone else, so I suppose I owe myself the same."

Emotions bloom in her, all Light, when he says that she is someone he loves. "Then I must count myself the most blessed among all my kind."

She leans in to kiss him, gentle.

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Skellig relaxes slightly (his mindset shifting from protection towards care) when he feels her emotions shift in a positive direction, and he returns the kiss in kind, gentle.

His forehead rests against hers when they break.

There is no need to speak in this moment, but eventually he does.

"And I actually quite like the way you slept on me," he admits, smile tugging at one corner of his mouth. "You are not afraid to lay claim to what is yours."

[brave_kreyu]

Kreyu chuckles, cheeks turning a little pink. "Only so long as you wish to be claimed, Skellig."

"And only HOW you wish to be claimed by me. I would not have you feel trapped, love, not for a single instant."

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"The worst torment for a bird is to be held within a cage." He reaches for one of her hands, intertwines his fingers with hers. "I have been caged, before. I know what that feels like."

Skellig shakes his head, struggling with how he wants to word what he is trying to say. "What this...we are...it is not the same. I do not feel caged." He presses his lips to her eyebrow, inhaling a deep breath, her scent working to straighten out his thoughts. "I would not stand for it, if I did. I would tell you."

[brave_kreyu]

Kreyu relaxes at his words, at his assurances that he would not stand for it. "It is a comfort, knowing you would tell me. I will not have to wonder if I have pressed too far."

She flexes her fingers that are intertwined with his. "Though if you should want me to lay claim to you in any way your heart desires, you have only to ask."

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"I learned my lesson," he offers, as additional reassurance. "I am no longer afraid to speak my truth."

Skellig tilts his head quizzically, his thumb rubbing over her skin. He is momentarily puzzled by her words, trying to understand what exactly she means.

"My heart simply desires you." And she has given that to him, given herself in so many ways. "Some moments I find myself in wonder, that it is my company you have chosen to keep."

[brave_kreyu]

Kreyu's offer was intentionally vague, as cultures and the people in those cultures vary widely in how they lay claim to one another. Rings, promises, ceremonies, words and symbols inked or scarred in skin, marks from mouths and fingers left on each other's body during sex, all of these and more can serve such purposes.

"Do you?" she asks, tilting her head in curiosity. "Then I suppose it is fitting that I have wondered the same about you choosing to keep my company."

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That gets an amused laugh from him.

"You did see the way that boy looked at us, when he saw my arm around your shoulders?" Skellig asks, voice a touch smug, proud. "You, Kreyu, are a vision among those who walk the earth, and I am likely now the envy of the entire village, knowing that it is I who you have chosen to share your sanctuary, over any of them."

He leans in, kisses her - still brief, but somewhat less 'chaste' than the previous.

"I feel the same way, sometimes. I find myself lucky...and not solely for your skillsets." He means that, and he presses his palm to her chest, over her heart. "That you would share yourself with me."

[brave_kreyu]

She flushes. "Beauty has its draws, but it is not so rare as it may seem. Only in the earliest of my days among humanity would it have sufficed by itself for me to invite someone to my bed." (Yes, that first Asshole was very handsome, and he knew it.) "It was your whole being that drew me to you, and the more of you I have discovered, the greater the draw has grown."

The less chaste kiss starts certain hungers stirring again.

She echoes his gesture. "What you have shared with me of yourself is a wonder, a gift without price."

She grins, slightly wicked. "I hope they ARE envious, the whole village, of both of us. The men might be able to imagine you bending me over the bed and mounting me all night, but they'll never know more than the surface of me."

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It is her wicked grin (he really cannot resist it, when she looks at him that way) that lightly stokes the the low-burning fire that is smoldering in his chest.

But then when she speaks, that flame flares brightly, his thought-process swiftly derailing and the words he was going to speak evaporating from his tongue as his mind paints the image she has so very-well described across his vision in great detail.

That, is cheating.
He also is not about to complain, with it evoking a response like that in his system.

He responds simply by leaning in and catching her mouth in a kiss, this one markedly less chaste than any of the previous.

[brave_kreyu]

"Hm. Like the idea of that, do you?" she teases as they break for air. They're both still fully dressed, but the kissing is quite intoxicating. "Would be hard for me to touch or taste you, if you were behind me." But not difficult at all for him to touch and taste HER.

There is growing heat in her kiss, want.

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"It is just...not something I had considered." Skellig brings a hand up to thread his fingers into her hair, pushing it back to allow his lips and his mouth better access to her cheek and neck. "I much prefer to see your eyes."

Recalling her previous reaction to it, he allows his teeth to lightly graze the skin over her throat.

"But the idea is...pleasant."

To say the least.

[brave_kreyu]

"I like to see your eyes also," she says as her eyes slide shut as his mouth moves across her cheek and her neck.

She shivers in delight as his teeth graze the skin of her throat. "But it could be a pleasant experiment. You'd have a great advantage over me in that position, more control."

"And we could always change our minds, have our fill of one another's eyes, if we discover we want it, during."

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"It would allow for me to pay greater attention to your wings."

That is also an intriguing and exciting prospect for him, and he is sure it will be the same for her. But she is still sprawled atop him, like a dragon guarding her pile of gold, and they will have to deal with this position first.

Though it does leave his hands freer to wander her body, to work on the ties of her shirt, undoing the layers easily, muscle memory firing to remember just how this works.

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He's not the only one with wandering hands. She's working on unwrapping HIS shirt too.

His hands do remember how to get her shirt off, his movements deft. His fingers brush against her necklace, gold and obsidian tears. The brush against it sends a tingle running down his arm -nothing dangerous, nothing menacing, but it is powerful item.

She slides out of 'dragon guarding her hoard' position, for both their sakes.

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He notices the tingle as it runs down his arm - she had removed it earlier, when they had laid together - and if he feels concern later he will 'remind' her she might wish to do so again.

Once she slides off of his body, it is much easier to sit them up, to get her shirt off - and the same goes for her with his. And then, with his upper body free, he swiftly (with an ease and dexterity to his movements that he definitely lacked prior to the massage she gave him yesterday) pounces on her, flipping their position to pin her underneath him (still mindful of her wings) with a wicked grin and laugh of his own.

"Mine."

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She's thrilled with the ease and dexterity of his motions.

"Yours," she agrees. She wriggles a little under him, attempting to get her boots off.

"You're moving better already," she purrs, ever so slightly smug.

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Right, their boots.

And the rest of their clothing that they neglected to shed last night, when he'd carried her to bed.

"I cannot explain the difference I feel," he motions at himself with a free hand, pausing to press a kiss to the place between her collarbones before he shifts his weight back, easily 'hopping' up into a crouch. Perching near her feet, he can maintain his balance with his wings this way, flaring them slightly as he turns his attention to getting her boots off.

"I did not hurt, while I was in this space, but this...it is different. Much better."

Laces undone, he tugs one off, then the other.

[brave_kreyu]

"That is wonderful news!" Her joy is a bright thing, infectious. While he's working on her boots, she's working on getting the breast band off. Her hands brush across the necklace, send a tingle down her arm, and she decides to take THAT off first.

She tosses the necklace onto a shelf, then unties her breast band. Her body is reacting already to her rising desire, her anticipation.

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With her boots off, he makes quick-enough work of his own while she busies herself with her necklace and breast band, before he settles himself on his knees between her legs at the end of the bed.

This way, he can give her chest the attention it deserves and he knows she desires from him. His hands come to rest on either side of her ribs against the blanket beneath them, as he places his lips at her collarbone once more.

If that attention just so happens to only come from his mouth? He doubt she'll complain.

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Her breath catches when he puts his lips at her collarbone. No, she won't mind that attention coming ONLY from his mouth at all.

Her hands tease his sides, slide across his stomach, try to work blind at the lacing on his pants.