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[She releases her hold on him, and he watches with no small amount of wonder as she transforms himself to match him. Ori is beautiful always, and he would never dream of changing a thing about her, but there's something about the ears and tail that just hits him and leaves him a touch breathless.

Probably the fact that he's still partially feline. Who even knows what kinds of pheromones or senses he's picking up on that he doesn't even consciously realize.

He looks into her eyes, expression soft and reverent. The sound that comes out of him sounds suspiciously like a purr.

Huh. He hadn't figured that, of all things, would have carried over.]

You're right. I can't.

[Unable and unwilling to stop himself, he reaches over to gently pet an ear.]

[ Her brows hitch up when she hears him purr. She hadn't quite expected that to carry over, either, and there's something about the way that it sounds with his voice that does something to her. Then when he caresses her ear, she sighs contentedly. ]

Oh, that feels nice...

[ It's not too unlike getting her ear pet when she's shifted into her cat form, but it's certainly different given her and Diluc's present circumstances. Obviously, she can't quite kiss him when she's a cat and he's petting her ear - but she can certainly do so when they're both like this, and that's just what she does, looping her arms behind his neck to pull him down into a kiss. ]

[Diluc returns the kiss with equal fervor, wrapping an arm behind her waist to pull her up with him and into his lap as he sits up on his knees. Ostensibly, he's trying to nudge them toward some surface that's more comfortable than the floor. In reality, he's struggling with the 'separating himself from Ori' part of the task.

Especially since moments like this have been few and far between in the days since Thoma's departure. They've both been two inside their own heads, too busy grieving and making sense of this new reality. He has to admit, it's kind of nice to just let a bit of lust slip through and take over. To think that all they needed was a bit of silly dreammotion backfire to break the ice...]

I can do other things that feel nice, if you want them.

[He's testing the waters. There's no guarantee that Ori's ready, and he doesn't want to push her if she isn't.]

[ She is entirely pliant and willing in his arms as they kiss, settling into his lap with ease as he sits up. Ori really rather likes being in his lap whenever they’re like this, and— it doesn’t escape her, either, that they haven’t been like this in some time.

But it is nice, to simply let their desires take over. And in a way, it puts a part of Ori that lurks deep within at ease, relieved that, in spite of everything that’s happened, Diluc still wants her. Even when it’s going to be only her, from now on.

He tests the waters with his words, and Ori presses in closer in response, moving her hands to frame his face as she presses her forehead against his. ]

Don’t be silly, moonlight, those other things don’t just feel nice - they feel amazing. So please, show me…

[ And with that, she closes the distance between them with another kiss, this time eagerly parting her lips against his. ]

[He releases a breath he wasn't even aware he'd been holding and relaxes into her lips. They both need this--want this--and that puts any lingering anxiety he has at complete ease. Thoma is still dearly missed, of course. But that they still find desire in each other provides no small amount of comfort. Together, they're moving forward.

The arm that's around Ori tightens as he parts his lips into their kiss, while his free hand reaches blindly for a surface to hold onto as leverage so he can get up off the floor and still keep her hold. He manages to knock a book off the coffee table before grabbing a hold of it. The act brings a spike of delight that he sincerely cannot explain. Feline impulses are weird.

Surely, she can feel the almost-laugh that escapes him as a result.]

[ Oh, but both the sound and the feeling of his almost-laugh strike something in her chest and causes her heart to skip a beat. The two of them have, understandably, not genuinely laughed very much at all in the last few days, and she can’t help but feel relief and joy in equal measure as a result.

Are you having fun, kitten? she wants to ask, but that would mean breaking their kiss, and she really would rather not at the moment. Instead, she smiles against their kiss, giving a small noise of amusement in turn. Then she leans into her own, temporarily feline instincts and sweeps another book off of the aforementioned coffee table with her tail before she acts on other instincts, moving and wrapping her legs around Diluc as he gets up to his feet. ]

[This time, Diluc pulls back a bit and laughs in earnest. It's just as well--he's talented and strong, but it's easier to manuever without kissing her through standing up.

Besides, this lets him take a good look at her. There's love and joy in her expression, which brings him no small amount of relief after the sadness of the past several days. And there's playfulness as well, which is difficult to discern if it's from the fact that they're both partially cats. In the end, it doesn't matter.]

Where would you like to move to, starlight?

[ The almost-laugh had been enough to set her heart aflutter for a moment, but the genuine laugh that he offers her when he pulls away to stand up fully gets her heart racing properly. It's so rare for Diluc to laugh in such a way to begin with, and each time she has the opportunity to hear it she can't help but feel like she's falling in love with him all over again.

It's that expression of utter adoration that he finds when he gazes at her face, along with that joy and playfulness. ]

I don't really mind...

[ But, to provide a more helpful answer, she allows herself to lean into that playfulness a bit more as she glances past him and around at the different nooks and crannies of their house before leaning in to whisper into his (human) ear, ]

The dining table? Or your office? Or any wall? Anywhere you want to take me, moonlight.

[ And she does mean take in more than the literal sense of taking her to a specific location. ]

Edited (had to clarify something important :3) 2022-07-29 18:29 (UTC)

[Oh, he realizes that she means take in a very specific way. That realization quickens his pulse and has him glancing around the room as well.

The nearest surface to them--other than the coffee table, which is far too low to the ground to use comfortably--is the wall. So be it. He can't say that the idea of pinning her against it and having his way with her is unappealing.

He takes a few steps until Ori has her back pressed against it.]

"Anywhere," hm? You must really be looking forward to this.

[So is he.]

[ There's a bit of relief on her end when the wall wins out in the end— the dining table still has some food on it, and Diluc's desk surely has some important documents and such on it. Although the idea of knocking everything off of either of those surfaces sounds fun to her currently feline sensibilities, she doesn't want to bother with picking up after everything when all is said and done.

She simply wants him, and then she wants to perhaps tumble into bed with him afterwards for more. ]

Of course I am... I always look forward to it with you, love, but especially right now. [ And, a bit playfully, she adds: ] And we don't even have to worry about my horns bumping into anything this time.

[And he simply wants her, here against the wall and then in his arms when they inevitably collapse into the warmth and comfort of their bed afterward. It feels a bit like a lifetime since they've last been like this, and he finds himself very quickly wanting to remedy that.]

The walls, certainly, will be grateful. [With a smile, he leans in an nips at a (tiefling) ear.] That said, you'll have to forgive me for this.

[He shifts his hold on her slightly, using the wall as leverage and running his hands up her thighs to push her skirts up to her waist. Once he accomplishes that, he pulls at one of the side seams of her panties until the seam gives, causing the garment to fall uselessly around her thigh.]

[ Her lips part to release a sigh as he nips at her (tiefling) ear, the sting made all the sweeter by his fangs. It really has felt like a lifetime since they simply gave into lust like this, and she finds herself all the more eager at the realization. Diluc normally carries and conducts himself with the utmost care and reservation; so to bear witness to him simply letting himself feel and chase his desires is oh so wonderful, and she's the luckiest tiefling alive to be with him like this.

His hands travel up her thighs, and she hums in anticipation, only for it to give way to a gasp as he pulls and tears at the fabric of her panties. And although she looks at him, surprised despite the warning he'd given her, she soon smiles at him to echo his words. ]

You must be really looking forward to this, hm?

[ And, again, so is she. So much so that she loosens her arms around him, her hands traveling over his shoulders to begin unbuttoning his shirt. She only manages to undo one button, though, before she decides that this is going to be far too difficult and far too slow-going given their current circumstances. ]

I'm sorry for this too, kitten.

[ It's then that she grasps firmly at the fabric to pull, using her unspoken strength to divest him of the garment and popping the rest of those buttons off in the process. ]

I am.

[Very muchso, if the way he rocks his hips into her is any indication. His desire is quite evident even through his trousers. That desire spikes even higher when Ori uses her often-overlooked strength to tear his shirt open. Even the "kitten" nickname causes heat to coil tighter within him, despite it having bothered him earlier.]

Lower, starlight.

[He purrs the words in her ear. He quite desperately needs his pants opened... or torn off of him, if she'd prefer.]

[ She can very much feel his arousal as he moves his hips against her, the friction and teasing giving her a brief taste of what's to come (ha). Then, as if that alone wasn't enough to send heat coursing through her own veins and to have her aching between her legs, he whispers into her ear; the sound and the sensation of his purring are entirely disarming and utterly bewitching, and there's nothing she can do to stop herself from letting just one word slip from her mouth— ]

Fuck.

[ — before she moans. ]

I need you, Diluc—

[ Positioned as they are, though, the task of opening his pants is considerably more difficult than opening his shirt. Her hands scramble downward to the hem of his trousers as she loosens her legs around him to stand, her toes just barely touching the ground as she tries, earnestly, not to ruin all of his clothes. But she's so worked up now, a dangerous mix of pent-up energy from their self-imposed avoidance of intimacy over the last however-long-it's-been and the dreamotion that's turned them both partly feline making her more impatient than she normally would be. So she will be tearing this article of clothing off of him, too. Oops. ]

[He's never heard her say that before.

The lustful way it spills off of her lips course through him like molten heat, and whatever comment he might have made about her language is lost to a soft moan of his own. With each passing moment, he realizes more and more how much he's missed this. And with that realization comes increasingly loosening restraint.

That Ori has to unwind herself from him to get his pants off him is an unfortunate necessity, but the way in which she ultimately accomplishes the task is as desperate and impatient as he himself feels. There's something intoxicating about Ori showing the full extent of her strength like this, particularly against him.]

Fuck.

[He breathes the word, vulgar and reverent and more aroused than he's felt in what feels like ages.]

I'm unable to say no to a plea like that. But first: you're far too dressed.

[It's his turn to tear fabric, in this case pulling the dress from her body and tossing it aside.]

[ Well, she's definitely heard him say that before, but there's something about how he says it in this particular moment that disarms her in much the same way as the very first time she'd heard him mutter the word while they made love. That she's the one that draws it out of him, this time, only ignites her present passion further, and when he tears her dress off of her body, she huffs out a few fevered breaths. ]

Spirits. Diluc...

[ She does her due diligence in pulling away any remaining remnants of clothing that may be hanging stubbornly off of Diluc, before she wraps her arms around behind his neck, looking up at him with nothing but rampant desire in her eyes as her (cat) ears twitch atop her head. She feels so hot, and she's not even sure at this point if it's purely from her own excitement or the fact that she feels, quite literally, like a cat in heat. ]

Please...

[Diluc doesn't do her the same courtesy of making sure the remaining bits of her dress (and panties) are entirely off of her. She's naked and exposed and flushed and breathtaking. As a result, he's far more interested in closing the last bit of distance between them and giving her what it is she's pleading for.

Surely, she'll forgive him his impatience.

He hoists her back up, gets her into position, and presses into her hard enough for her back to hit the wall behind her. Afterward, he buries his face into her neck and groans as he momentarily pauses to savor how warm and wet she is. It's been too long, he realizes--and silently promises to himself and to her not to let it happen again.

The moment passes, and he finally allows himself the freedom to let go and thrust into her with abandon, moaning half-formed thoughts of pleasure into her skin as he does so.]

[ As he maneuvers them into position, Ori bends her legs, pulling them back so that he can press in and— gods. It feels so good, and she can't help but gasp as her back hits the wall. For that long, wonderful moment of pause, all she can think about is how wonderfully he fills her, and how much she missed being with him like this. ]

You feel so— perfect, my love.

[ There's not a hint of restraint to be found in the way that she moans, whines along with him as he begins to thrust into her in earnest, the sounds only muffled when she leans in to nuzzle into the top of his head. Only for just a moment, though, because soon enough she parts her lips to run her tongue along the edge of a feline ear of his, punctuating the gesture with a nip to the very tip. ]

[The nip stings in a way that feels exquisite, and he yelps in response as his hold of her tightens. He keeps thrusting into her, chasing his peak as well as hers, and lets another breathless expletive escape his lips.

After a few moments, he slows long enough to shift his face toward hers and catch her lips in a brief, searing kiss.]

I love you.

[And then he kisses her again, lingering this time, as he picks his pace back up.]

[ With each movement, she gets even wetter, her voice growing louder and more impatient as a white hot heat builds within her, a thread of pleasure growing more and more taut, ready to snap as he thrusts into her just so. And when she hears that quiet word spill from his lips, she can't help but return it - although not as quietly. ]

Fuck, Diluc. I...

[ It's then that he begins to slow, which earns him a desperate little whine that's muffled by the brief kiss that he gives her. As he pulls away to say those three precious words, she catches his bottom lip between her teeth and bites, ever so lightly. ]

I love you, too. I'm yours, Diluc.

[ So please keep going, she wants to say, but the words are lost in his next kiss. Him having his way with her like this feels so fucking good, the pleasure made all the sweeter by the fact that they haven't done this in what feels like an eternity, and then made euphoric by everything else about their present circumstances. The dreamotion, the passion surging in their kiss, the way her body is pinned firmly between the wall and her lover, his strength and his pace...

It's perfect. He's perfect, and she wants to make sure that he knows just that as she breaks their kiss and cries out in ecstasy, quivering and tightening around him with her whole being. And in her hair, in his, and all across the wall against which they're making love, flowers burst and bloom into life. ]

Edited (words hard (ha)) 2022-08-22 00:02 (UTC)

[Ori is utterly bewitching like this, pinned against the wall and not holding anything back. Every moan, every filthy noise, every loving word that escapes her causes the coil of tension building inside of him to build higher and hotter, and fuck he can't get enough of her.

The way she tightens around him when she hits her peak is exquisite, the sounds of ecstasy filling his ears and flowers blooming all around them. He groans deeply from the entirety of it, his head practically spinning, and after a few more hard and pointed thrusts he joins her in release and spills into her.

The flowers briefly burst into harmless flames before they return to their original form, unscorched.

He slows and stops, burying his head in the curve where her shoulder meets her neck and humming softly. His hold on her tightens with affection and to make sure she remains steady. He's got her, no matter the circumstances.

For now, he says nothing. He needs to catch his breath, and figures his actions speak more clearly than any words he might be able to produce in the post-coital haze.]

[ She knows that he isn't too far behind her when she comes undone, and she knows she's correct when she sees - even through the haze of her own climax - that the flowers around them have caught flames. Their trysts tend to be slow, intimate, sweet - and Ori deeply appreciates those times for the purest expressions of their love that they are. But tonight the two of them simply chased their lust with abandon, without really thinking; he truly devours her in the most wonderful way when they are like this, and she's already looking forward to the next time.

For a long moment, there's only silence as the two of them regain their bearings. Ori's body seemingly just melts into him, into his arms as she rests her head against his, nuzzling the feline ears on his head.

In time, she starts to purr against him, and her currently-fuzzy-tail curls to wrap around him. Then she says, oh so quietly, harkening back to when he had just turned back to his (mostly) human form moments ago: ]

Did you have fun, my kitten?

[In the peaceful quiet that follows their frantic lovemaking, Ori begins to purr and wraps her tail around him. Diluc, in turn, falls in love with her just a bit more. He often does, in moments like these.

Even the teasing nickname, which bothered him before, is met with a soft and contented chuckle.]

You're a kitten right now too, you realize.

[He presses a light kiss to her jaw, chaste and affectionate.]

But yes, I did. Did you?

[ She chuckles at his comment as he leans in for a soft kiss to warm skin, knowing full well that she is, indeed, also a kitten. ]

Mm, of course I did.

[ Then, despite the position they're in, the fact that they're both bare and that they remain in the afterglow of their intimacy... She still blushes - skin reddening on her cheeks and at the tips of pointed (tiefling) ears - when she quietly says: ]

I missed being like this with you.

[Diluc hums softly in response at first, focusing his attention on disentangling t the two of them just enough to set Ori back down onto her feet... only to immediately scoop her up bridal style. It'll be easier to carry here to wherever they end up this way.

That accomplished, he elaborates on the humming.]

As did I. It feels a I've had my first drink of water after days of thirst.

[They needed the time to process and grieve and come to terms with a life without their sun. But he's very glad that part of it is now over.]

Bed?

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