How strange that having someone hold her hand should feel more intimate than jerking him off had. The way he holds their hands, briefly, sends a shiver through her that has little too do with physical stimulation and more with the way he weaves their hands together and the way his cool green eyes seem to soften as he studies her fingers.
Her heart thuds a little faster in her chest, rattling just a little with a brief anxiety that maybe this is... too much somehow.
It's silly. Children hold hands. She shouldn't react like it's filthy, or like he's tried to get emotional.
She swallows down both the nervous energy and the the heat, and then his hands are on her body anyway, and back in her comfort zone. Having him fondle her breasts, play with her nipples, caress her ribs... that she knows what to do with. She leans into it, covers his hands with hers as she urges a little more pressure, cupping his hands firmly, and by extension her tits.
Vex'ahlia says nothing about his indulgent little detour, and he's grateful. Moving on from it is all the easier for the fact that he doesn't have to justify himself. Add some praise on top of it, and he's feeling reasonably confident, a satisfied little smile crossing his face.
She clearly wants more, and Percy's happy to give it to her, letting her show him just how she wants to be touched. More intently, he thinks, with more certainty as well as more pressure - and he can do that. His touch loses some of its tentativeness as he rinses her off, alternating between cupping water and running his hands along her body, taking in all of her but letting his focus remain on her chest.
Eventually, he walks them a few steps back, hands broad at her hips, nibbling kisses at her neck all the while - careful, of course, not to leave a mark where anyone might see. And then she's at the wall of the bathing pool, and he's straightening up again. "If you'll be so kind as to take a seat..."
Vex's ass brushes the wall of the bathing pool and her chin tips up, her eyes lit and glazed to match the flush in her cheeks.
It's not that she's in a hurry, per se, but there's been a purpose to all of this, a gradual escalation as Percy gained confidence, relaxed in her presence. She's glad to see he doesn't seem to be quite a virgin, but more... brushing off the dust. As it stands, she's more than happy to help him get a polish back on his skills, or guide him where there might be gaps.
She's also more than happy to hop out of the pool, the motion light and cheerful, and ending with her seated on the tiled edge, her hands on Percy's shoulders for balance, her knees spread to make room for him between them.
"Like this...?" she almost purrs, already chasing another quick kiss before he can answer.
His answer is swallowed up by her mouth in the sweetest possible way; her lips on his tonight have made it suddenly, bracingly clear just why people are so enamored of kissing. Not that he was opposed, mind, but a few awkward experiences as a boy hardly made an impact. The rare occasions on which he's availed himself of the services of a brothel didn't involve this kind of affection, either - but Vex is generous in her touch, and she knows exactly what she's doing. No one could complain about that, least of all Percy.
"Exactly like this," he answers, his smile increasingly bright and open. Water drips off her toned body in eye-catching rivulets, and even if he doubts this will be half as revelatory for her as it's been for him, he's sure he can make a decent showing.
One more kiss to her mouth, longer than the one she just graced him with, and he's sinking down into the water, pressing more kisses along her skin as he goes. Her collarbone, and then her breast - not quite brave enough to suck a nipple into his mouth, but unquestionably tempted - and then along her belly. When he's between her legs, looking up at the fuzzy shape of her face, he murmurs, "You'll have to tell me what you like."
He'll find out regardless, kissing along her inner thigh, in towards the heat of her cunt, but there's something about the thought of saying it - making clear just how determined he is to please her - that he finds irresistible.
His view may be fuzzy, but Vex's is clear; shock white hair and that angular face between her thighs makes for a compelling sight. She leans back on one hand, less making herself comfortable and more tilting her hips forward to give him better access, and threads the fingers of the other through those pale strands. She doesn't try to pull him in or push him, but the touch provides a gentle encouragement.
"I like this," she assures him. "I like the idea of you fucking me with that polite, well bred mouth of yours. Your lips all slick from me."
Vex wouldn't consider herself much of one for dirty talk, exactly, but that doesn't mean she's squeamish about providing encouragement, or telling him what she wants.
"I'll let you know when you've got it right, but darling..." Her voice trails off, the smile clear in her tone, the timbre of the words, even if he can't see the flash of her teeth. "I can tell you with all honesty that when it comes to eating a girl out, enthusiasm can cover for a multitude of sins."
The reply she gets is an mm of agreement and his lips making contact with hers - a gentle first kiss to her cunt before diving in, so to speak. Percy's got enthusiasm to spare, fortunately, and her fingers in his hair only add to it. (He's trying not to think about just how miraculous it feels to be touched by someone else, how far he'd be willing to go in order to keep Vex'ahlia's hands on his bare skin.)
And while he's likely amateurish compared to others she's slept with, this isn't the very first time he's found himself with a mouthful of a woman's cunt. The principles are simple enough, a matter of licking and sucking and letting his fingers assist as needed; everything else is finesse and learning a particular woman's anatomy. That, at least, comes naturally to him. It's not so different from working with a new machine, a comparison he's (fortunately) never had a chance to voice aloud.
Which is to say, he fucks her with that polite, well-bred mouth of his, his tongue flicking cleverly over her clit. And he fucks her with those long, callused fingers, curling inside her and dragging along her inner walls. No longer clouded by the pleasant haze of afterglow, he approaches eating her out with the precision of a watchmaker, paying attention to every reaction she offers. When it's clear she likes something, he gives her more of it, then varies his work: new pressure, new speed.
(Really, this isn't so hard, he thinks, in a moment of hubris. His jaw aches a little, but it's a small price to pay.)
Vex might have been annoyed to be viewed as a piece of clockwork, if she knew. On the other hand the diligence with which he approaches the task at hand is admirable. It's also effective.
There's no arguing with results?
She's not theatrical, the noises she wants to make muffled out of recognition of the fact that they're not really so far from other people, that someone could join them at some point. In theory. No need to draw attention. But even so, she makes sure she hears them. Little gasps, huffs, moans—a giggle when he finds a ticklish inch in the crease of her thigh—all communicate when he's found something worth lavishing more of his attentions on.
And when he applies a little pressure to her clit, Vex skips a breath, her hand clenching in his hair tight. She doesn't pull him closer, but she does hold him there, wordlessly begging him to stay there.
She could pull him in - he'd like that - but the little prickle of pain in his scalp is gift enough, under the circumstances. (He likes that, too, more than he would have expected, and fortunately, he has neither time nor reason to reflect further on it.) Even more than the sounds she's been making, all of them encouraging, this moment feels like a triumph to him. He's doing for Vex'ahlia what she did for him, and he's doing it well enough that she wants more.
It's not that he thought he'd crash and burn, but he's buoyed by incontrovertible proof of his success.
With a reaction like that, there's no way that he'll draw back now. He stays the course, letting up on the pressure only in hopes of varying it occasionally, tonguing her clit before closing his lips around it again. His fingers pump into her faster, his free hand resting lightly against her thigh.
Percy's fingers stroking just so while he sucks at her clit has a reaction like lighting a fuse, her whole body tingling and sparking as it starts a chain reaction. She doesn't go off yet, but it starts the chain of events, slow burnings as it ticks down the seconds until she explodes. She can feel it mounting with every thrust of his fingers and when his tongue rasps against her, and she can feel herself falling forward into it.
She leans back on one arm while the one in Percy's hair squeezes again, then eases slightly, then tightens. It's almost rhythmic. Her leg hitches over his shoulder, looking for leverage. Her hips rock to him.
There's an instant when she's laid out before him in his thoughts, not quite visualized, but not quite not. It's difficult to explain, the flash of understanding that Percy tends to absorb into himself so quickly that it becomes inextricable from the rest of his mind: it's more than a checklist of she likes this, she doesn't like that and less than the entirety of her, a sense of self-assurance wrapped up in newfound factual knowledge and newly established skills. He'd be hopeless at finding words for it, even in his own mind, but fortunately, he doesn't have to. I haven't mastered this task, but I'm going to is the sensation that settles into his body, and he's too focused to give it more thought than a moment's notice.
She's telling him what she wants, and he listens. More of everything, the suction of his mouth matching the rhythm of her clenched hand, a third finger joining the first two as they stretch into her. Less uncertainty, less second-guessing - no second-guessing, not when he can tell he's having an effect. He doesn't have a great sense of just how close she is, but she's squeezing tighter, tilting closer. All evidence suggests the answer is a complimentary one.
His hand closes tighter at her hip, and she doesn't have to pull him in when he'd be hard-pressed to get closer than he is, keeping her exactly where he wants her as his lips and the tip of his tongue make a full study of her clit. Whatever else is true, he's going to end tonight having done right by Vex'ahlia, or he's going to smother himself trying.
The attention and focus he showers on that most sensitive part of Vex's anatomy is—compelling. Enthusiasm may make up for a lot when it comes to going down, but there's something to be said for a willingness to learn. Not just willingness, but desire to learn, excitement to learn. Like she's got the most delightful puzzle between her thighs, and Percy is only too eager to master it.
On one level, it's flattering. In her head and in her... well, maybe not her heart, but some other space in her chest that tightens at the compliment his fervor pays her, in whatever organ houses her ego, Vex grows warm and pleased.
On the other, more purely physical level, it feels really fucking good.
"Oh, darling," she whispers, her voice breathy and controlled. And she swears, cursing encouragement. It's an effort to keep quiet. Not silent, but discreet. It's the best she can do.
He'll realize later just how fortunate they are that no one walks in on them - including the proprietor, who'd have every reason to throw them out - but at the moment, his is a one-track mind, and all roads lead to her climax. Vex'ahlia murmurs an endearment that barely registers, darling losing its ironic edge and taking on a warmth he doesn't deserve. And Percy presses onward, determined to see this through.
It's worth it, all of it. The moments of awkwardness and embarrassment on the way to this point are a fair price to pay for the satisfaction of feeling the moment she comes undone, cunt clenching around his fingers and thighs clenching around his temples. She's quiet about it, but from his vantage point, she's not subtle, and he glories in all of it: the heat and the taste, the tension running through every scrap of her, the slackening after. He's with her through it all, until she lets him go and he can swipe the come off his face.
"Well," and there's some new lightness to the word as he rises from between her legs, smiling like an utter moron at the sight of her face. Nothing else comes to mind to say except inanities like I think we've gotten our money's worth and you're quite easily the most beautiful woman I've ever gone down on, you know.
As luck would have it, Vex isn't in any particular place to be judgmental. Not of his smile, or of the lack of witty conversation. Still glowing with her orgasm, she's hardly stoic herself. And the impression that he enjoyed himself doing it... well, it's not a bad look on him.
She takes a deep breath, watching him through her lashes for a moment before she slips back off the edge of the bathing pool and into the water without so much as a splash. It puts her snug between him and the wall; a place she very much intends to be. All the easier to take him by the jaw and pull him down for a kiss, quick but deep as she tastes herself on him.
"Well?" she ask, as though prompting him to say more.
Something clenches low in his belly as she samples the lingering taste of her come in his mouth. There's an awareness, hard to put into words, that this entire evening has been fun in a way he never could have predicted when they happened to sit next to each other at the tavern. Percy can hardly recognize joy when he feels it, these days; happy moments seem all too few and far between.
But it is there, and his whole body feels lighter for it.
"Well," and he's tempted not to bother with a real sentence, to let another kiss do the talking for him, "I think we're as clean as we're going to get. Will it be too obvious if we return to the inn together?"
His assumption - well, his hope - is that by now, a herd of boars running past her companions wouldn't catch their attention tonight. They'll be able to slip past an ale-sodden room and head up to a proper mattress and blanket for the night.
Percy mentions returning, and Vex's expression shutters subtly. He's right that they're done here, and they'll need to be returning soon. But there are still several steps between climbing out of the pool and entering the inn. More space before they pass any point of no return for parting ways.
She shrugs, looking over her shoulder.
"I doubt anyone is out watching to road," she says, which isn't an answer.
It pushes the actual answer off a few more moments. "We can cross the next bridge when we get there."
He's oblivious, perhaps stupidly so; as observant as he normally can be, he's not in a mood to analyze the details of Vex'ahlia's shifting expression, and he doesn't know her well enough to do a good job of it. (Nor has he got his spectacles, for that matter, though that's not such an important detail when she's this close.) For the moment, he's purely contented with things as they stand, and he's willing to assume she is, too. It's not as though she didn't enjoy herself thoroughly, after all.
And she answers with exactly what he might have hoped, which only improves his mood further. Why worry about anything right now? They've the rest of the night to themselves, and she has no real concern about her friends' awareness of them, which means he needn't worry, either. Slipping away back to the inn, moving quietly up the stairs, making use of a bed - Percy can even let himself look forward to it, in ways that would normally seem like folly.
He dips his head to kiss her once again, something affectionate and lingering, and hardly lifts his head when he murmurs, "Then we'd better head for that bridge."
And then he's moving away, hoisting himself out of the water and going in search of a towel.
Vex accepts the kiss, warm and pliant, if perhaps less fiercely proactive than she had been. She doesn't reject it. If anything, she might savor it a little more closely for the fact their evening is running out. Like licking the last bits of a dessert from a spoon. In that spirit, she sucks her own lower lip when he leaves, like she can still taste the cocktail of their mingled flavors there, letting her eyes slide shut and slumping briefly against the side of the pool.
Then the moment is gone, and she's climbing out behind him.
She catches up at the towel rack, pulling one from the shelf to offer Percy even as she takes another for herself. If there's a little more space between them, it's only for the best.
Percy takes it from her with a little nod of thanks. His hair sticks up awkwardly in spots, laying awkwardly flat in others - it might be clean, but it still demands brushing. He's still squinty, too, at least for the moment. But he moves with an ease unlike the tightly wound man who'd stepped out of his prison cell, and his expression is an easy one.
"Pity we can't go back in these," he says lightly, still in high spirits as he towels the water off his scarred chest and arms. "Wandering around half-naked doesn't seem that much worse than putting those rags back on."
Rags might be a bit strong, but he doubts time and distance have done anything to improve them.
"You say that now, but you may feel different once you're back with Scanlan and Grog. I feel like they'd both try getting you out of the towel—though for different reasons." Vex covers the suggestion lightly, though her eyes steal back in his direction.
She'll appreciate the view while it lasts.
"You do have a point about your clothes, though. Even a good laundry can only do so much..." Her brow arches. The dirty, much (and not always well) repaired clothes don't suit a man of Percy's bearing at all. "One more reason to find another job once everyone's sober. We might not be able to get you in the latest fashions, but I think we can at least make you the best dressed man in the caliber of inns we stay at."
"Dare I even ask?" It's dryly rhetorical, and perhaps unnecessary; from what little he knows of Scanlan, he's already got an idea of what he could expect. In the case of Grog...well, who knows? Sheer curiosity, maybe.
In either case, he's not anxious to show off his scars.
With Vex'ahlia, at least, he's grown more comfortable in that regard. Out of the water, he's grateful to wrap a towel around his waist for the sake of modesty, but he no longer feels like he's going to combust if she looks at him too long. (It'd be pitiful if he still did, so far as he's concerned.) He walks back to the changing room, nearly as easy in his movements as if he were dressed, and casts a too-earnest smile her way when she makes her offer.
"I appreciate that." I'll earn it - it won't be charity. He hadn't been decided on staying with Vex'ahlia and her comrades to begin with, but at the moment, he's disinclined to think about striking out on his own. As he pulls on his stained, torn shirt, he adds, "And I've never been one for the latest fashions, at least. If it's clean, I'll take it."
(He's a little fussier than that, there's no denying...but at the moment, he'd like to come off as accommodating, if possible.)
Vex laughs, a little of her earlier mood coming back, though it's shifty and uneasy. "And you do show your appreciation beautifully."
Not that she thinks that had been meant as thanks for their help, but there's no arguing that he had felt... very appreciative.
Certainly work carving out the time for this little interlude.
Smiling, she pats herself with her towel before wrapping her hair.
"We'll do something a little better than clean if I have to argue an hour for it." The light in her eyes suggests she might be looking forward to the prospect.
"I hate to offer a bribe," he says, his cheeks having grown pink with the compliment, "but I'd be willing to, er. Show my appreciation, if you can find something that's not too hideous."
That's not what any of this little interlude has been about, of course, but the joke is difficult to resist at the moment. He's sobered up a bit in the last hour, but he's not actually sober...and there's a sense of euphoria running through him that's making him incautious.
He makes short work of his breeches, too, and slips his feet into his boots with a grimace. "And possibly some new boots. I was caught in a storm two weeks ago, and they've yet to dry out completely. At this point, it feels like they're conspiring against me."
His words put Vex on a knife edge, a tense, uncertain balance between acknowledging what they've done and opening the door for some future reoccurrences, something dangerously close to turning a tryst, a fun night between teammates, into a... a thing.
On the one hand she shies away from any sense of permanence or future planning.
On the other, well—why should she close the door on the possibility? Tonight has been a good time. Engaging in a way Vex needed, and she still feels the thrumming satisfaction of having him.
It's a difficult position.
"Well, darling," she says, choosing a sort of blithe ambiguity, neither confirming nor denying his implications. They are only implications after all. "It may be your luck is finally starting to turn now that you've found us."
Percy hears the words and reads into them what he wants to hear - and his smile, embarrassed and pleased, broadens. It's a tacit yes, possibly more than that, but the only thing that matters is the yes. Yes, there'll be clothing, and possibly a playful sort of payment for it. Yes, they'll continue on together, the two of them and all of them as a group. There will be ample time to get his revenge, and with luck, perhaps he might be able to confide in her regarding it.
He's hoping that her brief reference to sharing a bed tonight might still be on the table. Surely it's only more likely now. (While he has no particular animus toward any of her group - after they saved him, how could he? - bunking with Grog is a far less attractive prospect.)
"I think it has," he agrees, running a hand through his damp hair. Has he ever felt this way before? "I really think it has. Shall we go back?"
This is a terrible idea; Vex takes his arm anyway, too tempted and too flattered by the display of courtly manners directed toward her with such genuine sentiment. She tells herself it will only be for a few minutes. Just the walk back to the inn. There's no reason not to indulge now when they'll have to stop so soon anyway.
Life is short, and when will she have the chance again?
"I think we shall," she says, putting on a pleased air.
He's an excellent height for this, she observes as she fills the space beside him. Tall enough that his arm fits above hers. Not so tall that he looms. It's a very silly thing to notice, but she does remember it. A good height for a dance partner.
"Bed is waiting, and it turns out it's been a very long day."
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Date: 2025-02-19 01:13 am (UTC)Her heart thuds a little faster in her chest, rattling just a little with a brief anxiety that maybe this is... too much somehow.
It's silly. Children hold hands. She shouldn't react like it's filthy, or like he's tried to get emotional.
She swallows down both the nervous energy and the the heat, and then his hands are on her body anyway, and back in her comfort zone. Having him fondle her breasts, play with her nipples, caress her ribs... that she knows what to do with. She leans into it, covers his hands with hers as she urges a little more pressure, cupping his hands firmly, and by extension her tits.
"Good start."
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Date: 2025-02-23 04:03 am (UTC)She clearly wants more, and Percy's happy to give it to her, letting her show him just how she wants to be touched. More intently, he thinks, with more certainty as well as more pressure - and he can do that. His touch loses some of its tentativeness as he rinses her off, alternating between cupping water and running his hands along her body, taking in all of her but letting his focus remain on her chest.
Eventually, he walks them a few steps back, hands broad at her hips, nibbling kisses at her neck all the while - careful, of course, not to leave a mark where anyone might see. And then she's at the wall of the bathing pool, and he's straightening up again. "If you'll be so kind as to take a seat..."
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Date: 2025-02-24 07:05 pm (UTC)It's not that she's in a hurry, per se, but there's been a purpose to all of this, a gradual escalation as Percy gained confidence, relaxed in her presence. She's glad to see he doesn't seem to be quite a virgin, but more... brushing off the dust. As it stands, she's more than happy to help him get a polish back on his skills, or guide him where there might be gaps.
She's also more than happy to hop out of the pool, the motion light and cheerful, and ending with her seated on the tiled edge, her hands on Percy's shoulders for balance, her knees spread to make room for him between them.
"Like this...?" she almost purrs, already chasing another quick kiss before he can answer.
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Date: 2025-02-24 09:48 pm (UTC)"Exactly like this," he answers, his smile increasingly bright and open. Water drips off her toned body in eye-catching rivulets, and even if he doubts this will be half as revelatory for her as it's been for him, he's sure he can make a decent showing.
One more kiss to her mouth, longer than the one she just graced him with, and he's sinking down into the water, pressing more kisses along her skin as he goes. Her collarbone, and then her breast - not quite brave enough to suck a nipple into his mouth, but unquestionably tempted - and then along her belly. When he's between her legs, looking up at the fuzzy shape of her face, he murmurs, "You'll have to tell me what you like."
He'll find out regardless, kissing along her inner thigh, in towards the heat of her cunt, but there's something about the thought of saying it - making clear just how determined he is to please her - that he finds irresistible.
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Date: 2025-02-25 06:52 pm (UTC)"I like this," she assures him. "I like the idea of you fucking me with that polite, well bred mouth of yours. Your lips all slick from me."
Vex wouldn't consider herself much of one for dirty talk, exactly, but that doesn't mean she's squeamish about providing encouragement, or telling him what she wants.
"I'll let you know when you've got it right, but darling..." Her voice trails off, the smile clear in her tone, the timbre of the words, even if he can't see the flash of her teeth. "I can tell you with all honesty that when it comes to eating a girl out, enthusiasm can cover for a multitude of sins."
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Date: 2025-02-25 07:39 pm (UTC)And while he's likely amateurish compared to others she's slept with, this isn't the very first time he's found himself with a mouthful of a woman's cunt. The principles are simple enough, a matter of licking and sucking and letting his fingers assist as needed; everything else is finesse and learning a particular woman's anatomy. That, at least, comes naturally to him. It's not so different from working with a new machine, a comparison he's (fortunately) never had a chance to voice aloud.
Which is to say, he fucks her with that polite, well-bred mouth of his, his tongue flicking cleverly over her clit. And he fucks her with those long, callused fingers, curling inside her and dragging along her inner walls. No longer clouded by the pleasant haze of afterglow, he approaches eating her out with the precision of a watchmaker, paying attention to every reaction she offers. When it's clear she likes something, he gives her more of it, then varies his work: new pressure, new speed.
(Really, this isn't so hard, he thinks, in a moment of hubris. His jaw aches a little, but it's a small price to pay.)
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Date: 2025-02-28 03:53 am (UTC)There's no arguing with results?
She's not theatrical, the noises she wants to make muffled out of recognition of the fact that they're not really so far from other people, that someone could join them at some point. In theory. No need to draw attention. But even so, she makes sure she hears them. Little gasps, huffs, moans—a giggle when he finds a ticklish inch in the crease of her thigh—all communicate when he's found something worth lavishing more of his attentions on.
And when he applies a little pressure to her clit, Vex skips a breath, her hand clenching in his hair tight. She doesn't pull him closer, but she does hold him there, wordlessly begging him to stay there.
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Date: 2025-03-03 12:17 am (UTC)It's not that he thought he'd crash and burn, but he's buoyed by incontrovertible proof of his success.
With a reaction like that, there's no way that he'll draw back now. He stays the course, letting up on the pressure only in hopes of varying it occasionally, tonguing her clit before closing his lips around it again. His fingers pump into her faster, his free hand resting lightly against her thigh.
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Date: 2025-03-08 09:22 pm (UTC)She leans back on one arm while the one in Percy's hair squeezes again, then eases slightly, then tightens. It's almost rhythmic. Her leg hitches over his shoulder, looking for leverage. Her hips rock to him.
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Date: 2025-03-10 09:33 pm (UTC)She's telling him what she wants, and he listens. More of everything, the suction of his mouth matching the rhythm of her clenched hand, a third finger joining the first two as they stretch into her. Less uncertainty, less second-guessing - no second-guessing, not when he can tell he's having an effect. He doesn't have a great sense of just how close she is, but she's squeezing tighter, tilting closer. All evidence suggests the answer is a complimentary one.
His hand closes tighter at her hip, and she doesn't have to pull him in when he'd be hard-pressed to get closer than he is, keeping her exactly where he wants her as his lips and the tip of his tongue make a full study of her clit. Whatever else is true, he's going to end tonight having done right by Vex'ahlia, or he's going to smother himself trying.
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Date: 2025-03-13 11:01 pm (UTC)On one level, it's flattering. In her head and in her... well, maybe not her heart, but some other space in her chest that tightens at the compliment his fervor pays her, in whatever organ houses her ego, Vex grows warm and pleased.
On the other, more purely physical level, it feels really fucking good.
"Oh, darling," she whispers, her voice breathy and controlled. And she swears, cursing encouragement. It's an effort to keep quiet. Not silent, but discreet. It's the best she can do.
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Date: 2025-03-15 03:38 am (UTC)It's worth it, all of it. The moments of awkwardness and embarrassment on the way to this point are a fair price to pay for the satisfaction of feeling the moment she comes undone, cunt clenching around his fingers and thighs clenching around his temples. She's quiet about it, but from his vantage point, she's not subtle, and he glories in all of it: the heat and the taste, the tension running through every scrap of her, the slackening after. He's with her through it all, until she lets him go and he can swipe the come off his face.
"Well," and there's some new lightness to the word as he rises from between her legs, smiling like an utter moron at the sight of her face. Nothing else comes to mind to say except inanities like I think we've gotten our money's worth and you're quite easily the most beautiful woman I've ever gone down on, you know.
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Date: 2025-03-17 03:27 am (UTC)She takes a deep breath, watching him through her lashes for a moment before she slips back off the edge of the bathing pool and into the water without so much as a splash. It puts her snug between him and the wall; a place she very much intends to be. All the easier to take him by the jaw and pull him down for a kiss, quick but deep as she tastes herself on him.
"Well?" she ask, as though prompting him to say more.
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Date: 2025-03-17 03:42 am (UTC)But it is there, and his whole body feels lighter for it.
"Well," and he's tempted not to bother with a real sentence, to let another kiss do the talking for him, "I think we're as clean as we're going to get. Will it be too obvious if we return to the inn together?"
His assumption - well, his hope - is that by now, a herd of boars running past her companions wouldn't catch their attention tonight. They'll be able to slip past an ale-sodden room and head up to a proper mattress and blanket for the night.
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Date: 2025-03-17 09:43 pm (UTC)She shrugs, looking over her shoulder.
"I doubt anyone is out watching to road," she says, which isn't an answer.
It pushes the actual answer off a few more moments. "We can cross the next bridge when we get there."
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Date: 2025-03-17 09:52 pm (UTC)And she answers with exactly what he might have hoped, which only improves his mood further. Why worry about anything right now? They've the rest of the night to themselves, and she has no real concern about her friends' awareness of them, which means he needn't worry, either. Slipping away back to the inn, moving quietly up the stairs, making use of a bed - Percy can even let himself look forward to it, in ways that would normally seem like folly.
He dips his head to kiss her once again, something affectionate and lingering, and hardly lifts his head when he murmurs, "Then we'd better head for that bridge."
And then he's moving away, hoisting himself out of the water and going in search of a towel.
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Date: 2025-03-18 05:25 pm (UTC)Then the moment is gone, and she's climbing out behind him.
She catches up at the towel rack, pulling one from the shelf to offer Percy even as she takes another for herself. If there's a little more space between them, it's only for the best.
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Date: 2025-03-19 02:02 am (UTC)"Pity we can't go back in these," he says lightly, still in high spirits as he towels the water off his scarred chest and arms. "Wandering around half-naked doesn't seem that much worse than putting those rags back on."
Rags might be a bit strong, but he doubts time and distance have done anything to improve them.
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Date: 2025-03-20 05:43 am (UTC)She'll appreciate the view while it lasts.
"You do have a point about your clothes, though. Even a good laundry can only do so much..." Her brow arches. The dirty, much (and not always well) repaired clothes don't suit a man of Percy's bearing at all. "One more reason to find another job once everyone's sober. We might not be able to get you in the latest fashions, but I think we can at least make you the best dressed man in the caliber of inns we stay at."
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Date: 2025-03-20 06:43 pm (UTC)In either case, he's not anxious to show off his scars.
With Vex'ahlia, at least, he's grown more comfortable in that regard. Out of the water, he's grateful to wrap a towel around his waist for the sake of modesty, but he no longer feels like he's going to combust if she looks at him too long. (It'd be pitiful if he still did, so far as he's concerned.) He walks back to the changing room, nearly as easy in his movements as if he were dressed, and casts a too-earnest smile her way when she makes her offer.
"I appreciate that." I'll earn it - it won't be charity. He hadn't been decided on staying with Vex'ahlia and her comrades to begin with, but at the moment, he's disinclined to think about striking out on his own. As he pulls on his stained, torn shirt, he adds, "And I've never been one for the latest fashions, at least. If it's clean, I'll take it."
(He's a little fussier than that, there's no denying...but at the moment, he'd like to come off as accommodating, if possible.)
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Date: 2025-03-22 03:39 am (UTC)Not that she thinks that had been meant as thanks for their help, but there's no arguing that he had felt... very appreciative.
Certainly work carving out the time for this little interlude.
Smiling, she pats herself with her towel before wrapping her hair.
"We'll do something a little better than clean if I have to argue an hour for it." The light in her eyes suggests she might be looking forward to the prospect.
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Date: 2025-03-22 04:39 pm (UTC)That's not what any of this little interlude has been about, of course, but the joke is difficult to resist at the moment. He's sobered up a bit in the last hour, but he's not actually sober...and there's a sense of euphoria running through him that's making him incautious.
He makes short work of his breeches, too, and slips his feet into his boots with a grimace. "And possibly some new boots. I was caught in a storm two weeks ago, and they've yet to dry out completely. At this point, it feels like they're conspiring against me."
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Date: 2025-03-24 09:33 pm (UTC)On the one hand she shies away from any sense of permanence or future planning.
On the other, well—why should she close the door on the possibility? Tonight has been a good time. Engaging in a way Vex needed, and she still feels the thrumming satisfaction of having him.
It's a difficult position.
"Well, darling," she says, choosing a sort of blithe ambiguity, neither confirming nor denying his implications. They are only implications after all. "It may be your luck is finally starting to turn now that you've found us."
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Date: 2025-03-25 01:34 am (UTC)He's hoping that her brief reference to sharing a bed tonight might still be on the table. Surely it's only more likely now. (While he has no particular animus toward any of her group - after they saved him, how could he? - bunking with Grog is a far less attractive prospect.)
"I think it has," he agrees, running a hand through his damp hair. Has he ever felt this way before? "I really think it has. Shall we go back?"
Without thinking, he offers his arm.
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Date: 2025-03-25 06:00 pm (UTC)Life is short, and when will she have the chance again?
"I think we shall," she says, putting on a pleased air.
He's an excellent height for this, she observes as she fills the space beside him. Tall enough that his arm fits above hers. Not so tall that he looms. It's a very silly thing to notice, but she does remember it. A good height for a dance partner.
"Bed is waiting, and it turns out it's been a very long day."
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