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[ And good lord are they truly only a few days away from tragedy and pain...

She smiles against his lips, pressing in further to part her lips over his in a deep, affectionate kiss as she wraps her arms around his shoulders. It's different compared to the hurried, desperate kisses of last night or the greedy ones of this morning. This is soft, it's easy, it's comfortable, and it's so nice. To have something sweet like this in such a place is something she'll quickly come to treasure. Perhaps she already does.

Before long, Ori finds herself feeling drunk on this sweet affection and she shifts, moving off of the cushion she's sitting on to slowly move onto Tighnari's lap, her thighs pressing into his sides. ]

I believe I promised you something this morning...

[ So much for dinner. Their food remains mostly untouched on Ori's tea table, and yet she finds herself hungry for a different sort of meal entirely. ]

[ they kiss, slow and soft and easy, and tighnari enjoys the languid pace, how unhurried they are. they're not kissing for a purpose, as a vehicle to move toward sex, they're kissing simply to kiss, because they want to, because it's easy, because they feel for each other and that's all that matters.

yet even still, over time they become more heated, their breath mingling as they press closer together, tighnari's tongue dipping into her mouth, feeling wet heat that makes him shiver. ori slides into his lap, and her warm weight is welcome, tighnari's hands immediately dropping to her hips, grasping tightly, pulling her against him to create that lovely, sweet friction that sends bolts of heat between his thighs. ]

Ah.. so you did.

[ he murmurs, a soft smile curving his mouth, his hands moving against her back, up along the curve of her spine, her dark hair sliding against his knuckles. nudging his nose alongside her own, tighnari hums, dragging his lips against her cheek. ]

I haven't forgotten.

[ Just like the night before, her body slots in against his so wonderfully and perfectly, as if - in spite of the boundaries of their distant worlds - they were made for each other. She hums, softly and deeply, at the feeling of his hands on her hips, up her back, and beneath her hair.

Hers, in turn, trace the intricate lines of his clothing, trailing from his shoulders to his chest then down to his waist. ]

You're going to have to help me with your clothes as we go, Nari.

[ She truly appreciates how finely made they are, each and every stitch and color of it, and most of all how he likes in them, but... Genshin clothes, man. Ori, for her part, is wearing a simple blouse and a skirt that she had at one point taken from the costume shop. ]

If you'll allow me to make good on my promise, of course...

[ yeah, genshin clothes are a lot sometimes.. and tighnari is certainly no exception. he wears so many soft, colorful layers, which he likes the look of, and they protect his skin from the sun, but they're not all easy to peel away. it had been much easier the previous night, when he'd been all dressed down for bed already.

but there's something nice, and intimate, about disrobing for her, nonetheless. tighnari smiles. ]

I think I can do that.

[ he murmurs, soft against her lips, as he unclasps the yellow flower ornament that holds on his burnous, unwinding the pale fabric and stripping it away, along with the white tunic he wears beneath it. next come his colorful belts, which he strips away, leaving them aside. but he's already heating up at the sheer idea of ori's mouth on him, warm and perfect between his thighs.. soon tighnari's face is flushed a soft pink. ]

[ With his response, she sits back a bit, pulling herself away to give him room to maneuver as he begins to disrobe for her...

And she can do nothing but watch, adoringly, as this remarkable man pulls at each piece of beautiful fabric - for her, for their newfound intimacy. She bites down on her lip in anticipation, her eyes full of undisguised hunger and eagerness to devour him - and yet there's an affectionate, adoring way about them, too, and in the way that her cheeks flush pink to mirror his. Her tail sways across the floor while she, too, thinks about how good it will be to taste him at last, to feel him writhing and wet against her tongue, to hear his moaning in her ears. She feels that heat pool in her gut and further down as her tongue peeks out to lick her lips before she swallows thickly.

Each garment that he removes, she catches, holding them reverently in her arms as if they are sacred, holy items, and once Tighnari has undressed to his satisfaction, she's sure to carefully deposit everything to one spot. ]

Sit on the edge of the bed for me?

[ it's a somewhat lengthy process, undressing for her, but tighnari takes his time nonetheless, kissing her between every piece. off come his gloves, his cape and ornaments, his djellaba and undershirt, his boots - and ori gathers it all so meticulously, setting it aside, asking him to sit on the bed.

so tighnari stands, an easy smile on his face, despite the redness in his cheeks, and moves toward the bed, loosening the laces of his trousers as he goes. ]

You're sure?

[ he asks, as if they haven't already been incredibly intimate, as if they weren't so close the previous night, and kissing only a few moments ago. this is still all very new, after all, and he wants to be sure that she's sure, to see to it that she's comfortable, but the hungry look in her eyes says it all, really. tighnari seats himself at the edge of the bed as she's requested, his tail shifting against the blankets, his eyelids lowered, his gaze focused on her face. ]

[ The look that she offers him in response is almost unbearably fond, as if she would simply perish if he would deny her this. His blessing is that he will not. ]

I'm sure.

[ She had already been dressed down compared to her usual wear thanks to spending the afternoon chatting over coffee with Ingo, but she refrains from removing any more of her clothing all the same. For now, at least, all of the focus is on Tighnari as she walks over to the edge of the bed and lifts her knee to rest it between his legs. She lifts a hand to gently tip his chin up and leans down to kiss him slowly, deeply, reverently.

Before long, her hands move up to his shoulders and she presses in, easing Tighnari onto his back as she kisses down his jaw and neck until she reaches that lovely slope where it meets his shoulder. There, she parts her lips and sucks, just enough to leave a mark before she runs her tongue over it, tasting the sweet salt of his skin and breathing his scent deeply. Spirits, she cannot wait to taste him, but she's trying to be good and build up to it like he had for her this morning...

To that end, she continues on, her lips finding each curve and dip of bone and skin from his collar and down his chest, where she kisses along his scars. She parts her lips, then, to press her tongue flat against his nipple, teasing as if to give him a taste of what she plans to do elsewhere soon enough. (Or perhaps, not soon enough.)

And - gods, she can't help it - her leg shifts to brush up against his core, her thigh meeting that waiting heat between his legs. ]

[ that's all he needs to hear.

there's a marked difference between now and this morning. even though there is still heat and want between them, the pace is slower, gentler, yet another aspect of their relationship unfurling, another way they can love one another, though tighnari suspects that the unhurried nature of this moment will not last. already his blood is singing, when she places a knee between his thighs and presses him back, a deep need in her expression that makes his pulse spike.

and then her mouth is all over him, kissing down the column of his throat to his shoulder, his skin stinging beneath the mark she leaves, pulsing gently, and tighnari begins to squirm - she cannot know how sensitive that particular spot is for him, how it drives him wild to feel her mouth against it. a place where a mate should bite, should claim him..

down she moves, kissing his scars, teasing at his nipple with the broad flat of her tongue, earning a low, soft sound from him, tighnari's hands smoothing along her back, feeling the heat and solidity of her body through the thin fabric of her blouse. there's nothing to be said, so tighnari keeps his counsel, offering responses only in soft breaths or quiet hums, and when her thigh presses between his legs tighnari sucks a breath in through his teeth, tensing, his hips rolling upward.

already, that's so good.. he feels so hot, already dampening his underclothes, the buildup and anticipation enough to get him going with ease. ]

[ This her time to explore, to get acquainted with every subtlety and feature of Tighnari's body - and she could not have been as successful of an adventurer as she had been if she were not thorough with her explorations.

Every breath he expels and quiet little hum that he gives, she takes with gratitude. They are as precious to her as each time that he writhes beneath her and each sway of his tail. Her mouth closes around his nipple while she continues tasting and teasing with her tongue, offering her own quiet hum against him; her hand, all the while, is feather light over his skin as it traverses across his chest and further down, appreciating the lean muscle beneath, this body built by his life as a ranger and botanist... He's so perfect...

She pulls away and marks a line of kisses across his chest, briefly kissing his other nipple before she presses her thigh against him again, letting him grind against her so she can feel how wet he's getting for her. ]

Does this feel good, Nari?

[ She knows it does. But she wants to hear him tell her so.

Soon enough, she shifts and pulls her leg away before she begins to move further down his body, lips softly kissing perfect skin as she goes, until she moves off of the bed entirely and brings herself down to her knees just beside it. But her trail of kisses stops just short of where that guiding line of fur begins on his belly, and instead she resumes much, much further down. One kiss near each of his knees, before she drags her mouth up his thigh, tiefling fangs scraping so very lightly on his skin until she finally arrives at the apex of his thighs. Only then does she finally move her hand there to slide her fingers along his slick, wet folds, her breath escaping her. ]

You're so wet...

[ her work leaves him breathless and warm, each touch setting his heart to racing, each press of her mouth seeing his blood rushing to his loins until he's dazed beneath her, arching and hissing, each exhale a soft groan, or a low purr. for all she's claimed it's been some time, she certainly seems to know what she's doing, but then, sometimes one simply never forgets how to touch a person. it's a skill, to be able to read body language and respond to it with ease, to find what is working and what isn't.

but most everything seems to be working just fine, for she'll hear no complaints from tighnari as he moves against the sheets, his ears pressing back against his hair as his mouth falls slack with a low exhale. ]

Yes.. yes, it's good..

[ he hums, his voice gone deep and rough with want, his heartbeat buzzing in his ears. tighnari can't help but feel so fortunate to have her, to have been able to find something so comforting as her touch in a place like this, to have her companionship.. it's all quite a privilege, he thinks, and one for which he is sure to be grateful. it's impossible to know how long they will have this, which makes it all the more important to cherish it while they can, to set one another to memory completely and fully.

at last oriphi is sinking off of the bed, and tighnari's pulse immediately spikes, his thighs tensing as her soft hair drags against them, followed soon by the heat of her mouth. it's such a tease, but he likes it, he likes this slow pace they've established, he likes how every second feels drawn out, longer than the one that came before, for how much he wants to feel her. when her fingers draw at last against his core tighnari whines, biting hard into the soft meat of his lower lip, his lower back arching away from the sheets. he's certainly wet indeed, hot and slick beneath her touch, his thighs twitching open wider. ]

Please -

[ There's a truth to that line of thought, that perhaps some degree of muscle memory is at play - but the truth is that Tighnari's body is an excellent teacher, and Oriphi has always been eager and rigorous when it comes to learning.

His encouragement only pushes her further, only fans the flame she feels building steadily, drawing that hunger deep, deep within her until she's aching. Her blood pulses thunderously through her veins as she takes a moment to take this sight of him in. His back arched in a beautiful curve, his pussy glistening with slick, thighs spread open for her. It's a gift that she doesn't intend to squander, but she keeps him waiting for just a moment longer to make sure his eyes are on her, on that reverent look on her face, with hooded eyes and flushed cheeks. She wants him to watch her as she brings slicked fingers to her lips and licks them. To see her smile and savor it. To look on as she finally presses in and runs the tip of her tongue along his hot, wet folds to taste him at long last. ]

Lovely...

[ She whispers against his cunt before she spreads him further with her fingers and really gets to work, lapping and licking at him in repeated, rhythmic motions, flicking her tongue against the bud of his clit in gentle little licks and then pursing her lips against it to suck. ]

[ she certainly is a diligent student, that much is certain, given how easily she responds to his own responses, how she follows every arch of his body with a proper reply. ori knows what she's doing, and it feels so good to be in the hands of a skilled lover.

especially when her mouth finally, finally finds its mark, closing between his legs, hot and warm as her breath that ghosts against damnably sensitive skin. tighnari cries out, one hand flying to his mouth to bite down against his knuckles - it's later in the day, but certainly not late enough that they don't need to worry about being heard. he bites back another moan, sharp teeth sinking against his own skin.

the sight of her eyes lifted to his face as her lips opened over his cunt is emblazoned into tighnari's memory immediately.

tighnari can't remember the last time he felt this, the warm, wet heat of a mouth between his thighs - there's really nothing quite like it, nothing like the slick softness of a tongue against his clit, or the gentle tug as she begins to suck. tighnari shifts against the sheets, his thighs spreading wider, his free hand slipping down to her head, fingers grazing one of her horns before they card through her dark hair. tighnari's thumb rolls over a small daisy, while the rest of his fingers press against her scalp, holding while his hips roll fluidly upward. ]

[ Gods, this is wonderful. Each way his body moves or twitches or writhes beneath her attentions is a precious gift, and so is each and every sound he makes however constrained it may be. She hums approvingly around his clit when his fingers thread into her hair, when his lovely legs spread even further, as if to beckon her to truly devour him. Perhaps she may yet get him to scream despite his best efforts, but even his body's responses would be enough for her. More than enough.

Still, she'd like to see him really come undone... And to that end, she drags her tongue down to tease at his entrance before she leans back so very slightly, his slick coming away with her lips in sticky, glistening threads. She licks her lips, intending to savor the taste of him as much as she can, before easing one, soon two fingers into him. His walls are hot and tight around her fingers, and she's unable to keep herself from breathing out against his cunt; he takes her breath away again and again in all of the times they've been intimate with each other thus far. ]

You feel good, Nari...

[ But before long she descends upon him again; her fingers begin a slow, gauging rhythm, pumping in and out of him as she presses back in to kiss his clit, suckling and licking at it softly, reverently, patiently. She's in no rush to bring him to the brink, and wants this to last as long as she can manage it. ]

[ the hum against his clit is enough to make tighnari tense and groan again, his hips twitching upward. ]

So.. so do you..

[ tighnari's voice, usually calm, forward, measured, has gone rough and deep, ragged around the edges and shot through with pleasure, his arousal clear in the timbre of his words, how they roll like soft velvet off of his tongue. he watches when she pulls away, strands of slick snapping between his body and her lips as she licks them, her mouth glistening, perfectly pink. it makes his stomach clench, cold air rushing against the heat of his cunt, goosebumps rising on his forearms.

but she doesn't leave him waiting for long. soon, ori's long, slim fingers are slipping into his body, the way made easy for how wet he is, how worked up, and tighnari arches, his inner walls tensing around the intrusion of her fingers, squeezing tight. ]

Please - please don't stop..

[ tighnari groans, whines, his hand in her hair pulling gently, his fingers wrapping around one horn, holding tightly, while the other snags hard in the sheets, bunching them up, white-knuckled. bearing down, tighnari's hips begin to move again, pressing down onto her fingers, fucking himself on them, rocking up against her mouth with increasingly hard, fervent breaths. ]

[ She wouldn't dream of stopping, not when he pleads for her to continue so sweetly, and especially not when his hand curls around her horn. It drives her wild, to see and hear and feel him so eager and hungry and desperate for her, and it only spurs her to keep going.

Ori's fingers curl inside of Tighnari with each thrust, seeking out that sweet spot of his as she picks up her pace to keep up with every rock of his hips. Her mouth, meanwhile, slowly but surely loses that soft reverence, an ardent heat taking its place as she feverishly continues to worship him with her mouth, to lick at the bud of his clit with more pressure and vigor, only ceasing when the aching between her own legs becomes nigh unbearable. ]

Gods, Nari...

[ Much as she'd love to move her free hand down beneath her skirt, to push her panties aside to tease herself while she works tirelessly to bring her lover to the brink - she refrains. Instead, that free hand curls around one of his thighs, fingertips digging deeply into his skin before she continues her work. Much like he had done for her that morning, she won't allow herself to indulge in her own pleasure until he's come apart for her. ]

[ gods, it's so good, it's so good, it's so good -

ori keeps at her work diligently, and soon enough tighnari is beginning to melt beneath her ministrations, his entire body trembling, his thighs tense as bowstrings. one of tighnari's legs extends, sliding over her shoulder, the arch of his foot gliding down her back, pulling her even closer as he ruts his hips down against her fingers, and up against the warm lave of her tongue.

soon enough, he's lost, lost in the sensation, lost in the plunge of her fingers and the heat of her mouth. he whines, twists, his fair skin soon shining, dewy with sweat that sticks his hair to his jaw and neck. the fingers around her horn tighten. ]

Ori, I'm - I'm close..

[ he's panting hard, arching, flushed, his cunt twitching and squeezing around her intruding fingers, slick as sin and hot as hellfire. higher and higher he climbs until at last, at last he's breaking, his back arching away from the dampened sheets, his heel pressing against her back as he comes with a light cry. tighnari's hips jerk upward, the walls of his cunt clamping tight around her fingers as if to keep her there as tighnari unfolds around her like the petals of a lotus, giving everything over, all of himself. ]

[ How beautifully he comes for her; Ori keeps her eyes on him as he unfurls, bursting and full of life and giving himself so completely. She presses her tongue firmly against his clit, pumping her fingers still through each wave of pleasure, savoring the sinful slick and tight heat of his cunt, drawing out his bliss for as long as he's able to ride it.

When at last he can give no more, she pulls her fingers out and nuzzles at the dark fur around his core before drawing away completely. She gently moves his leg off of her and presses another soft, reverent kiss to the inside of his thigh as she goes. She gets up to her feet and drinks in the sight of him before her while she wipes her mouth and chin with the back of her hand with a smile. ]

You're beautiful...

[ With that, she lowers herself back onto her bed, laying on her side next to him with her head propped up on a hand, a warm, loving smile on her face. An arm comes around to drape across his waist. ]

Will you stay here tonight, please?

[ tighnari wanders, lost in the white-hot light of his orgasm, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes, stinging and hot as he fights to catch his breath. distantly, he's aware of it when her fingers and mouth pull away, leaving the wet heat between his thighs bare to the cool room air. he can feel his own slick dripping, coating the insides of his thighs, raising goosebumps as it cools.

by the time ori is laid out beside him, tighnari is fully spent, boneless and panting, his cheeks flushed hot, his glazed eyes hooded as they glance toward her. ]

That's what I should be saying..

[ he says, through a smile, his voice still roughened with pleasure, languid as syrup on his tongue. after a few moments, tignari turns on his side toward her, one hand slipping into her hair to pull her in for a kiss, slow and lazy but deep, tasting himself on her lips and tongue, inhaling savory musk. ]

Of course I will.

Good...

[ Of course she kisses him back just as deeply, loving the way that he's so eager to taste himself on her lips and on her tongue. She only pulls away momentarily so that she can sweetly kiss away the tears at each corner of his eyes, and then she catches his lips with hers once more, parting them to let him taste himself once again. She pulls him in close; Ori would very much like to feel Tighnari's heat against her fully, but for now it's enough to feel that heat against the fabric of her clothing, enough to kiss him deeply as he basks in the afterglow of his orgasm, despite the lingering ache between her legs...

Time is of little import to her, but whenever it is that she pulls away, she does so just enough to be able to mutter a question against his lips. ]

What would you like to do now, Nari...?

[ they're good kisses, warm and wet and languid as tighnari suns himself in the warm afterglow of his orgasm, pleasure still lapping at his body in slowly receding waves, a pleasant buzzing in his ears. she pulls him in nearer, and tighnari is more than happy to lean in against her, to press close, his arms winding around her middle, his knee pressing between her thighs and grinding slowly upward, feeling her heat through her clothing. ]

What do you think I'd like to do?

[ he murmurs, his voice still liquid velvet as his hands drop, smoothing down her back and hips, snagging her skirt and tugging it upward so his thigh can grind against her thin panties. he can feel that she's dampened them, and it's enough to make him smile. ]

I have a few ideas..

[ dipping his head, tighnari presses hot kisses to her throat, his hips rocking again, one padded thumb tugging the front of her panties down so his fingers can slip inside. ]

You could want to go to sleep...

[ She wouldn't hold that against him, but she also says it teasingly. Regardless, Tighnari makes it abundantly clear that he has more in mind as he presses a leg between hers and hikes her skirt up to grind his thigh against her core. His leg is warm and firm and she groans, her hips twitching in kind, seeking more friction. She has indeed dampened her panties - and how could she not have, when the pleasure of fucking him with her mouth and her fingers was so erotic, so wonderful - and she will soak them through at the rate he's going. ]

Mm, you're always full of good ideas, aren't you?

[ His kisses find the sensitive skin of her neck, drawing a sigh from between her lips just as he's finally, finally touching her with his wonderful, lovely hands where she needs him most, causing her to press the back of her hand to her lips as she whines. ]

Please, Nari, touch me...

[ well, going to sleep does sound lovely after a good, deeply satisfying orgasm, but he's hardly so selfish, not when she's so keenly needful, not when he can give her the same sweet treatment. not when she reacts so beautifully to his touch, eager for friction, for pleasure.

with a low hum, tighnari sinks his fingers more deeply against her, dragging the pads of his fingertips along the slick folds of her cunt, exploring the shape of her that's quickly becoming familiar. at last he draws higher, rubbing gently at her sensitive bud, feeling how swollen it's already become, how eager she is for him. ]

You're so wet for me..

[ he murmurs, still circling her clit, rubbing in dutiful strokes. he's learning her well by now, it's more easy to read what she likes, how she likes to be touched, now that they've done this a few times, now that he knows what responses are good. what a privilege it is to come to know her so well, to be so easily able to read her, like a book opened before him, her pages revealed to him, one by one. tighnari's free hand lifts to her face, cupping her cheek, his thumb smoothing along its crest.

gods, she's beautiful like this. ]

Ahh...

[ It is a gift, to be with him in this manner. She has always enjoyed his company, but now they can get to know each other all over again in another sense entirely. She truly is a book under the most attentive, studious of hands, and he is a scholar questing for knowledge. She writhes against his deft fingers as he presses against and circles her most sensitive bud, spreading the pages open for him to peruse as he pleases.

It's utterly sinful, the way his padded fingers glide against her slick heat, begging for him to sink his fingers into her and not just against her. But before she can beg for as much, he frames her face with his hand, and she turns her head, nuzzling into his palm, muttering in a quiet, breathy voice. ]

You made me this way, Nari... It's all for you.

[ now i'm just thinking about that fanart while writing this whole tag.. gdit ]

You spoil me.

[ he smiles at the way she nuzzles into his palm, how lovely she looks when she's needy like this, warm and pliable beneath his touch. tighnari might be a strict man, but he absolutely melts to her whims with ease, when she's like this, and given the way she moves against him it's so easy to know what she wants.

so after a few more slow, leisurely strokes to her clit, tighnari slides his fingers lower, through slick folds to her opening. it pulses beneath the light touch of his fingertips, eager for him, and after only a moment of teasing tighnari is sinking his fingers into her at last, two of them, up to the second knuckle. he can feel her respond, her walls so tight around him, slick against his bare skin, and tighnari hums, before he's pushing deeper, deeper, all the way to the last knuckle. ]

Better?

[ THAT'S NOT A BOOK!! ]

I could say the same for you...

[ She is well-aware that he shows her a different side of him when they are like this, and gods she wouldn't trade it for anything in the world, to have him taking care of her so wholly, his voice crooning and soft just for her, his deft fingers working her with care. She truly is such a lucky woman, and that's not something she thinks lightly given their otherwise very unlucky circumstances.

He is, after all, as attentive a lover as he is an ardent botanist and a meticulous scholar. He sinks his fingers slowly, deeply into her core, her walls clinging tightly to him, the heat within her inescapable and obscenely wet with her slick and then at last he's home, deep as he can be. Ori quivers at the bliss of it all, her legs spreading further like dew-dropped petals as she presses her face more firmly against his palm, moaning against his palm. ]

Better...

[ Though they both know what she's craving for. She wants to feel him fucking her with his fingers like he had the night before, like this morning, and to that end she writhes against him, one hand curling into the fabrics of her bedding while the other curls around the hand of his that's cupping her cheek, both squeezing tightly, a silent plea or more. ]

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