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 Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2014 6:30 pm
Detraeus felt his pulse throw itself into his throat: panic, uncertainty, guilt. But despite it, part of him had seen the question coming. Not simply after her lead up, but before now, before Ayr, before he’d admitted to her how deep his feelings ran, it had been a question that — in some form, though perhaps not this precise one — he’d dreaded. It brought to the forefront the most pivotal of his concerns so far as his areas of inadequacy and, potentially, absolute inability were concerned.
He held still, though. Tense, but unmoving as he weighed his options. At length, he said only: “Never…”
It wasn’t specifically that he actively did not want them. He had never given thought to the matter. And beyond that, until very, very recently, he had not even considered such a thing within the range of possibility. Now…
He ushered the thought away, frowning. In all likelihood, he would never be able to lay with her to begin with, and so, if children were something she wanted, she would leave him. Gritting his teeth, he shut his eyes and forced himself not to dig his fingers tighter into her hips.
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Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2014 6:42 pm
Ara relaxed, tucking even closer to Detra. He hadn’t pulled away from her and that much was promising. However, his answer left her wondering. "You've never thought of it...? Even at all?” She frowned, face hidden against his chest and away from his view. “ Or you don't want them...you don't have to feel pressured to answer any way in particular, I just...suppose I was curious, that's all."
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Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2014 6:57 pm
Detraeus frowned, uncertain and on edge. The topic simply drew too close to the one primarily on his mind, and finally — almost bitterly, though quiet as a whisper — he voiced his concern. “Suppose I’m never able to lay with you…” With her face tucked against his chest, he felt blind and exposed, unable to see her reaction and well aware that she could hear his heart working triply as hard as it was meant to. Without context, her next comment made him go rigid.
“I wasn’t talking of that just yet…only children.”
“You’d have them with someone else—?”
“No!” she immediately jutted in. “I just—I only meant we didn’t need to speak of that now, if you weren’t comfortable. I would never with anyone else. I only wanted to know if you…liked or hated the idea, or were somewhere in between…”
Detraeus frowned, his muscles still bunched and nerves on edge. He felt better, though, at the reassurance, and eventually, he shrugged, his voice quieting again to barely above a murmur. “I had never considered it possible…”
A pause. Then: “So you…don’t hate the idea?”
“Nm…” His brow furrowed, pinching together as he tried to focus on the sole thought of children — not anything that lead up to it. A young life. From his blood. In Araceli’s belly. His gut heated and knotted, a potent landslide of want and petrified terror. Someway, somehow, something would find a way to steal such a blessing from him. Not to mention… “It would be a hybrid child…” Forced to grow up in a world that hated it for the blood in its veins and nothing else. He winced at the irony.
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Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2014 7:13 pm
Ara listened to Detra’s heart rate pick up as they continued to talk. At his last comment she pulled back slightly. “Yes, yes they would. But they would be ours.” A blush crept into her cheeks as she laid back onto her back and placed a hand over her stomach. The very thought of carrying Detra’s child within her made her happy in ways she had never imagined. There was, however, the one obstacle that seemed to be an issue with him.
Ara eyed Detra out of the corner of her eyes. "...do you...truly think you'll never lay with me...?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2014 7:19 pm
Detraeus frowned, gut giving a cold lurch. He kept his hand to her hip though, grounding himself in the feeling of her warmth. When he spoke, it barely broke into the range of audibility. “I would hurt you…”
“You wouldn’t.”
“I would.”
“You wouldn’t,” she insisted.
“I would.”
“You’d intend to?”
“NO.” He swallowed back the yank of panic at the suggestion. No. No. No. No. Never. He’d never…
“Then you wouldn’t, Detraeus…”
Detraeus held his eyes tight shut. Brows pinched, he released a slow, monitored exhale. At length, he asked — voice again quiet, “…you would want to lay with me…?”
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Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2014 7:37 pm
A small, private thrill washed through Ara at the change of Detra’s words. She was one hundred percent confident that he would not hurt her, in any way. Whether they were having sex or arguing, he would never allow himself to harm her. After spending so much time with him, almost constantly, it was the one thing she was sure of. Before answering him, however, she shifted, rolling her body over and maneuvering herself on top of Detra. Her knees rested beside each of his hips. She looked down at him, staying upright for a few seconds before dipping, her answer coming out on a whisper. “Yes, Detra, I would love for nothing more.” She closed the rest of the distance between them. Her lips captured his and Ara kissed him deeply, pressing into it and rocking her hips down, grinding against him as she nipped at his bottom lip.
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Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2014 7:49 pm
Detraeus — already tense — went rigid at the initial press, his heart throwing itself against his ribcage and breath freezing in his throat. He knew this much, though. He was accustomed to Araceli’s nearness, now, and her kisses, even to this extent. The previous direction of their conversation put him on edge, intensely wary, but he managed work some breath into his lungs, steady his hands on her waist, and kiss back. The first moment there was space again between their lips, though, he shook his head, shuddering.
“You don’t. Why…? I’ll…” ‘…hurt you, mess up, do it wrong, I don’t know how, I can’t, I’ve never…’ His fingers quivered in their perch on her skin, and he bit his lip, only just holding back a whine. He couldn’t. He couldn’t. He couldn’t…
He’d hurt her.
It always hurt…
He squeezed his eyes shut.
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Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2014 8:10 pm
Ara leaned back, straightening herself back up but in a more relaxed position this time. She watched the range of emotions crossing his face, one jumping out and sticking with her more than any other one. He was scared. He really did think he would hurt her. “You won’t hurt me, Detra.” She moved her hands, fingers brushing over the tops of his hands before settling down on top of them. “You touch me and it doesn’t hurt. You hold me, kiss me, sleep with me...”
With each word she slowly moved their hands, leaving trails of tingling sensations on her skin in his hands wake. “I like it when you touch me.” She moved his hands up farther on her sides until they were setting close to her breasts, fingers brushing the sides. Her wings shuddered and Ara was surprised at how sensitive she already was.
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Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2014 8:59 pm
RP TRUNCATED
...due to a limited degree of female chest exposure and uncertain touchings.
No frickle frackle yet.
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Posted: Thu Oct 09, 2014 5:11 pm
Eventually, they slept, both bare chested but neither entirely nude, her curled against him, and his face tucked to the crown of her head. He dreamt of a stormless day, and a pregnant woman whose hair was the wind, and whose laughter filled the air like bells and birdsong.
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