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Lion

That contact with the hands was hardly anything he was used to. But Mercuxio could manage. His threaded his fingers into hers and let her rest her head against his shoulder. It made a curious jolt spark in his belly and he sighed in deeply, walking along with her toward the house and relishing in the closeness she provided.

How long had it been since he'd been close with anyone? The years melted into one grand illusion.

"We can leave him, the houndmaster will find him and bring him in to be properly assessed for training. Vin... I like it. You found him though, so really you're the one that saved his life," Merric replied. And brought her back into the house.

He tilted his head and leaned in to kiss her cheek. "You're sweet."




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Draconian

Trying to pass the good deed onto her.

Aveline could laugh.

Still she held her husbands hand and let her head rest to his shoulder for a while longer before they left the pup to the person with the know-how and the will-do. The walk back to the house was brisk, the air felt different here. Not as crisp and not as bitter. There was no salt on it to chap her lips or rough her cheeks. Her hair felt different already.

The kiss on the cheek was a surprise and she blinked up at Mercuxio, mouth falling open ever so slightly before she flushed and looked away. Then looked back. Then away again.

"You're sweet, too," She replied, taking his hand and bringing it to her mouth to kiss the back of his hand. Getting up on her tiptoes to kiss him would be far too much effort and what kind of lady would she be if she did all that for a kiss?

The doors were opened for them and the pair waltzed in. Aveline looked around again, not quite believing this was going to be her home now. A Duchess. She was a Duchess. All fancy gowns and hard choices.

"Are we... Celebrating tonight or tomorrow?" She asked softly, looking down at the floor and playing with her skirts in her free hand.

Lion

Mercuxio fought hard to suppress that shiver that tingled down his arm when she grasped his hand bringing it up to his lips. What was it she was going on about again? A glance to her eyes and he stirred, having lost himself in the amber sea of her eyes. And his own blues narrowed, and there it was again, that shiver.

His fingers curled around her chin, just underneath it. Maybe a kiss wouldn't hurt. Except the doors opened and he paused long enough to only hover his lips over hers. Mercuxio instead smiled, a softer grin and his black hair dropping down almost before his eyes.

"Tomorrow night. The official ceremony I mean, and fufilling my husbandly duties. Should I practice first? Since you are quite a woman," Mercuxio made a show of swallowing hard and having his eyes widen, glancing away as if a little nervous. "I wouldn't want to you to be disappointed. Leave you dissatisfied."




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Draconian

If Aveline had had a drink, surely she would have spat it out.

"Excuse me?" she hissed, voice soft and barely above a whisper. Sure she'd suggested that he touch her. Sure she was worried he might like men but... That was just rude! To speak of such things. Aveline's porcelain skin flamed red and she riffled through the secret pocket in her dress for a fan. A loud thoorp and she was fanning herself, tight ringlettes of curls bouncing about in the air.

She grabbed Mercuxio's hand and tugged him along, poking her head into every which room until she found a vacant study. "You can't just suggest that. Practice... Practice?" Huffing she crossed her arms over her chest, flushing still and at a loss for words, "Fine. If that is what you wish. You are, after all my husband. Fulfilling your husbandly duties," She scoffed, fanning herself again, clearly uncomfortable with the conversation now that it was actually a vocal thing.

"More like fulfilling my wifely duties. Hurt and messes, that's what my mother said it would be and the sooner that's over and done with the better," She huffed and looked away, supporting her fanning elbow with her free hand. "Was there anything else, Husband?" She asked coldly, amber eyes narrow. It had been such a nice mid-morning-afternoon, too.

Lion

That sheer mortification - whether it was real or not - had Mercuxio nearly spitting with laughter. The Duke of Bellkrath snorted and tried very hard to maintain his composure. It made sense, wifely duties. That was what this marriage was for anyway, wasn't it? That was a cold hard fact that he could not ignore. It would be naive and uncouth to do so.

He did his best and let the smirk soften on his lips. "I promise I'll be gentle," he murmured. "But if it makes you so heated then we can wait until our wedding night, as is proper." Mercuxio dipped down and brought her fanning hand between his own hands, pressing the palm of it to his lips in a firm kiss.

"Ok, let's just have dinner then. As husband and wife. Get to know each other.  With clothes and conversation."  He felt himself flush, although the heat from his face came more from trying to hide his amusement than any real shame in the matter.

And into the hallway they went, with dinner prepared and into that quiet conversation as promised. Mercuxio continued to maintain that composure, and the rest of the evening went on without a hitch. He didn't wait to help Aveline to her room and walked with her, with her arm gently tucked in the crook of his arm. "Good night, Aveline," he murmured, flushed from drink. "How are you feeling about your new home so far? Feel free to be candid. It's such a nice color on you."




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Draconian

Get to know one another with clothes and conversation. What a thing.it was tempting to snatch her hand away. Not only was her husband interested in men he was now worried about having her.... I'll be gentle. Aveline flushed as they made their way away from the room.

The day went on without a hitch. The conversations were perfectly acceptable and mundane. Dinner was served and that too was perfrctly acceptable and mundane. Finally, pleasantries were done, ger face was warm from wine and she let her cheek rest on Mercuxio's bicep.

"You have a lovrly home and a lovely mother," she moved away, letting her fingers thread through his, "the sooner I can add to it the better. The sooner you can stop pretending to be interested in women. You don't fool me." A visible pout and she rested with her back against the door while she spoke, clearly put out that her husband was only interested in other men.

Lion

Don't fool me, she said.

Mercuxio made a slight gasp at the comment. Don't fool her. Oh no, whatever was he to do. The fact that it seemed to genuinely bother her, however, certainly made his eyebrows raise to his hairline. Mercuxio squeezed her hand back, letting his thumb run on the outside of her index finger's knuckle. Maybe he was having too much fun with this. Yet the temptation to tease her was much too strong. Too easy to pass up.

He tilted his head, quiet and leaned into her. A taste, a test. And if she didn't like it, she could push him away if she wanted. His head was swimming, and he couldn't think of how much pressure he was using to kiss her with. He just knew when his lips made contact he pressed them firmly to hers, and even let his free hand slip up to thread through her hair.

Merric tilted his head into it, coaxing her lips apart until he could feel her own breath. Sure, it still tasted like dinner, but aside from that it wasn't bad. He pulled away to catch his breath.

"That's what I'm good at. Fooling the unfoolable. Still fooled?"




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"If a cosmic tree falls in the universal forest and nobody is evolved enough to hear it, does it make a sound?" -Unknown

Draconian

Kissing was kind of weird.

Putting mouths against other mouths. What was the point? Still, Aveline didn't pull away until her own mouth was coaxed open and she endured the weird wet squishy thing in her own. Still, she pulled back and made a face, eyebrows drawn up and looking at him like he'd suddenly grown a fish for a head.

Aveline no so subtly wiped her mouth with her palm and glanced away, not really sure what to do with what just occurred. "Fooled?" Aveline blinked, "I wasn't fooled for a moment that you liked women. I'm not sure if you putting your tongue in my mouth was an insult or an attempt at something else" There was a pause, she wanted to ask if he did that often - put his tongue into other peoples mouths- but he was a priest. A priest that liked other men.  "I am unfoolable," she said, turning her nose up and looking at him through her eyelashes.

"You're drunk," She decided, catching his elbow, "You should go to bed."

Lion

Weirdly enough, Mercuxio couldn't tell whether she was genuinely offended or just playing with him. Maybe being drunk made him less perceptive than usual. Normally he felt he could read people pretty well. His head did a little swim. And yup...yeah, he was drunk, a little buzzed. And he only chuckled at Aveline's perfectly normal reaction.

"It can be more than an attempt at something if you're curious. My tongue is good for more than just talking and kissing, I could show you, if you'd like," he offered, voice husky, heavy, and he leaned in closer to the touch at his elbow.

"Let's go to bed, Aveline," he growled, breathing in deep reaching to hold her face, cupping a rough calloused hand against it. He could feel the twitching of her muscles underneath that skin, and his eyes flicked to the poutiness of her lips, of her expression.  A grin, and he leaned in to kiss her cheek, letting his breath linger there. It was laden with alcohol and maybe his request was more of a coaxing and his arm slid down around her waist, and he pulled her against him, hooking her waist.

"The night's cold. It wouldn't do to rest up alone."




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Eugh. So drunk.

Aveline supposed this was bound to happen eventually. One man could only do so well pretending he liked women and she couldn't blame him for trying to ease the way with alcohol. "Show me?" What else were tongues for. Hardly kissing. That was just gross. Eugh. Warm slimy thing.

Mercuxio was her husband and she endured his alcohol ladened breath against her cheek and she could practically feel a buzz from what was left in his mouth! What was inportant was putting her man-loving husband to bed.

"Yes, yes. Anything you want. Show me all your tongue tricks and we can warm one another up. I'll send for a night dress from my trunks and all will be fine? Come along." Aveline escorted Mercuxio to his room, pressed against his side, one hand on his chest, "and then we can wake up bright and early and see the puppy, hmm?" Without prompting she started to undo his coat, wouldnt do well to sleep fully dressed.

Lion

He was drunk and if he'd been looking at himself from the outside, he probably would be cringing super hard. Yup, this wasn't at all normal behavior, but somehow he couldn't help himself. Time to be super charming, be super duper extra seductive. Show a little neck, give her a little squeeze, and she'd be his right? That was how you woo'd, right? Yeah sure. He had a lot of experiences with women. Not ...really, no, but the women he knew somehow had been charmed, and now that he was drunk that meant he was extra charming.

Mercuxio was glad though that she'd accepted his offer, and when she finally let him into his room, he half-stumbled after her, closing the door with a decisive click. Mercuxio grinned, unable to contain small chuckles as she pressed her hand to his chest, where his heart raced and his stomach lurched with a pleasing jolt, where his lower belly warmed.

He didn't mind the little touches, the force, even the fed-up attitude that she clearly was putting on. Well, maybe, he didn't know here that well yet. But he wanted to, and he saw no reason they shouldn't start now. With a shrug his jacket came off and pooled to the floor and he gently coaxed her backwards toward the bed.

"Chilly nights up here are probably not all that different than being on the coast," he reasoned delicately. Mercuxio nodded and pressed his hands to her hips, fingers digging into cloth and bunching it in his grip, gently coaxing it up. "All kinds of ways to warm up. Ohh, my darling, you're so cool to the touch."

Merric licked his lips and bit down on his lower one, eyes flicking from her eyes, to her lips, to her bosom and he leaned down on his knees, coaxing her dress up. "I know a poem. I'll spell it out for you," he muttered, and with a swoop her shorts fell, eased down by delicate fingers, and his took a long lapping kiss against the inside of her left thigh, kissing there until her body was as flush as his was.

He listened to her little responses, the small breaths inbetween each kiss and he soon leaned in to lick at her sex. Tongue tricks that left him a little less tied. Even drunk Mercuxio had always waxed poetic.




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As she was coaxed, Aveline let herself be moved backwards, an exaggerated roll of her eyes as her knees hit the bed and there was a loud sigh. At least his coat was off. Mostly she was expecting him to flop beside her on the bed but when that didn't happen and he just held onto her skirts she listened boredly and moved her hands above her head and looked up at the ceiling.

What happened in the coming moments she wouldn't have seen from a mile away. Aveline watched from her place on the bed. Legs bent over it. Leaning back on her elbows and blinking at him curiously. "Mercu--!" she gasped, scandalized. Her eyes looked to the door and she felt a blush start at her cheeks and heat quickly rushed through her body. Embarrassment and shame were the focal points but there was something else, something she didn't really understand resting low in her belly.

This man was her husband. That meant she was his and he could do what he wanted her to and Gods forgive her but she was curious as to what he was doing - or going to do. Couldn't they have quieted the fire? Turned down a lamp? Aveline felt exposed and like she was being watched - which wasn't far from the truth, Mercuxio had his face right there. Was he trying to prove something? The swipe of tongue at her thigh had her gasp and she looked at him, cheeks hot and eyes hooded before she moved to lay flat on her back, hands moving to cover her eyes.

If she couldn't see anything then it didn't count right? Or she couldn't be blamed for it? Was this a thing people blamed someone else for? "What do you mean spell it out?" she breathed, not wanting to but shifting her legs apart anyway because clearly this was what he wanted to do. Each lap of the tongue had her tense and suck in a little breath, let it out slowly. Of course, it wasn't long after her asking that she got her answer and Aveline gasped loudly, doing her best to suck in a deep breath - though it was halted by her corset.

"Mercuxio," she gasped, sitting up slightly, flushed at the sight of her bare knees and her husbands - her man loving husband! - head between her naked thighs. "Ah Ah- Wh-what are you doing?" She moaned out, eyes fluttering closed and lower lip pulling into her mouth before she gripped her skirts in her hands and pulled it up higher, knuckles white against the fabric. This wasn't at all like what her mother explained to her! "Did you just spell?" She exclaimed, eyes popping open and another halted breath, "I don't know any poems about roses." she whined, head up and eyes squeezed shit, doing her very best not to wriggle too much because this was all sorts of strange and unusual pleasure. "You know I'm not a man right?" She gasped out, concerned for a moment that he perhaps forgot that fact.

Lion

In another time, maybe before the seminary, Mercuxio would have gotten married and inherited the noble title and position that his father had raised him birth to take over. He would have procreated with his wife to make an heir, a back up, and went about his business with running Bellkrath, securing it in preparation for the coming war.

War would have arrived anyway, regardless whether or not anyone was ready for it. The Church would have anticipated it. People would have died regardless. No one was safe, the nation would still be burning.

A morbid thought, considering what he was trying to focus on right now.  And Mercuxio felt even then it was just easier to let himself go. Just be, here in the moment, with Aveline and knowing all that he had lost, and what he could lose only made him respond to her further. Her little hitches in breath and moans. He wanted her to feel good, and every quiver she made as he rolled and lapped his tongue against her, breathing in deep.

"I know," he breathed against her, in answer to her question regarding whether or not he was aware she was a man. "Now that you told me that is. But I had to make sure that you weren't a man."  He snorted just a little, flicked eyes up at her past the ruffles of her dress, up to her flushed face. The look in his eyes conveying nothing short of mischief, tipsy impetuosity as his hands slipped around the outside of her thighs and pushed her dress further back, gripping calloused hands against her flushed flesh.

"I'll try spelling your name. Pretty sure I can do that right," he challenged and ventured back toward her heat, swiping his tongue upward then back down, starting with the A. He said something snarky, but perhaps it was better that she didn't hear him considering he'd just spelled her name wrong on purpose. Whoops.




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Not something ladies did. Right?

Aveline panted, face heated and she stared up at the ceiling, dragging her skirts up in a lame attempt to hide her face. Though when she made eye contact with his face right down there she gasped quickly and sharply, letting it out in a high breathy moan. So lewd. No ladylike at all. The barest movement of her hips when he hit just the perfect place and she gave a little whine when it left. A-V-E-L-I-N-N --- Her hands clutched at her skirts and she took in another sharp breath, gasping it out and arching her back and then....

"I can't," she panted, taking in a little breath, each breath short and sharp and she cried softly, panic climbing into her gut and she pushed at her skirts and clawed at her dress," Merc--" She panted, eyes wide. Flushed, lips bitten red. Her golden curls a tumble around her head, a golden halo on the bedspread. It was an odd mix. The pure pleasure from her husbands mouth and the panic from the restricted breathing. Had it been this tight before? "Merc!" she cried, reaching down for him and clawing at her clothing.

"I can't breathe!" Aveline did her best to stay calm, rolling onto her side and squeezing her eyes shut. Pleasure still radiated from her core and she curled her legs up and held them together. Whether it was to keep it there or hoped it'd go away she didn't know, she just knew she needed out of this corset now, "take it off!" she gasped again, face still red but pale porcelain white underneath. It only took a few moments, but she felt the ties loosen and she could finally take in a lung full of air, coughing for a moment before catching her breath again.

Aveline sat up on her knees, trembling from prior activities and the breathing scare. Removing the corset and dropped it off the side of the bed, taking the rest of the colourful dress with it. That must have been it, right? Surely he was done now. The loose, shapeless white undergarment was all that she was left in and she moved to the side of the bed to remove the decorations from her hair and various bits of jewelry she'd put on.

"What..."Aveline said softly, looking over her shoulder, "What was ... That?" She nodded to the rumbled bedding where he'd... Displayed her so... Lewdly. "Why do that?" Then she paused and frowned, flushed cheeks and she chewed on her lower lip. This man was her husband right? It was just on paper. All official. Not consummated. There'd been no ceremony or anything. "Why did it..." She blushed more, felt it all the way down to her belly. Aveline threw her hair over her shoulders and smoothed her hands down her front, pausing over her hardened nipples. Well, she was chilly now, that was why.

"It... Didn't feel terrible," She admitted begrudgingly, looking down and away, "Do... Do you enjoy doing that?" Usually Aveline was no nonsense but... This was unexplored territory in every manner of the word except for bathing.

Lion

It'd been going okay. Or so he thought, and perhaps this wasn't the most ideal position to get to know his knew bride in, but if not this, then what? When? After this short respite it was back to life, back to planning, back to war, back to the possibility that it would all be for naught and that made him want to cling to her even tighter.

They were perfect strangers, didn't know each other beyond name or even assumption. And all he could think to do was start somewhere, build that connection. They didn't have to be strangers, they didn't have to let it come down to a marriage solely of convenience. They could be friends, could they not? Mercuxio, at the very least, found he could hope for that.

But soon she twitched, hitched, and moved away from him, and Mercuxio had to blink to collect his vision as he watched her pry off that suffocating clothing. She couldn't be more flushed and flustered. Beet red and the very sight of her peeling off her clothing had Mercuxio shifting over to the bed, sitting at the edge of it amidst her panic.

"Aveline. Are you ok?" he murmured, eyes wide. His hands fumbled only momentarily as he peeled her out of that corset and tugged it off, discarding it to the side. There he remained beside her and shuffled to shrug out of his own jacket. Once she calmed, he eased himself and took in a deep breath.

Was it really so odd?  She wasn't that unaware of what happened when a person was aroused was she?

"Aveline," he hissed, crawling over to her and settling behind her. "That was...me trying to pleasure you."  A flick of his brow and he tilted his head. He slipped an arm around her waist and hugged her back to his chest. "I did enjoy doing it. Did you not enjoy it? It's okay to feel pleasure. Should we try again?"




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Pleasure her. Aveline chewed on her lip softly, flushed to high heaven. Face so hot she could feel it in her ears and her hair. Did he really enjoy that? She shuddered softly and looked over her shoulder after a moment, hair a soft mess tumbling over her shoulder in golden waves and curls. She'd calmed since her event with the corset and she looked at the door again, waiting for her mother to jump in and yell at her for everything that's happened. It was okay though. This was her husband. Right? Aveline let herself be pulled back into his arm, feeling his heart beat through her back. The warmth of his arm. Letting her head tip back she was silent for a moment.

It was a little internal struggle more than anything. Did she want to feel like that again? Yes she did. She felt guilty though. There wasn't supposed to be anything here. She wasn't supposed to feel anything for Mercuxio. The deal was her family got to have a daughter be the wife to a Duke and the man's family got access to a good hearty stock of horses. Feelings weren't involved. Especially feelings that made her feel shivery and awkward. Still, that didn't stop her from shifting up moving her cool hand to his warm wrist.  "I liked it," She whispered, head turning down and away making sure her hair covered her bright red face.

It was a slow drag, moving his hand, shivering how it felt against the cool fabric against her abdomen. It was okay, he said. He wanted to pleasure her, he said.  Finally, after dragging his hand down to the junction of her thighs, she sucked in a breath at the shiver that went through her at just the idea of someones hand down there.

"Merc?" she whispered, shuffling back and loosening the ties at her neck so that it fell open, slipping down to bare a pale shoulder, "Show me more?"

Lion

Her body practically felt like it was on fire the moment his arm slid around her. The thin fabric of all that remained of her clothing did nothing to abate the heat he felt from her. He'd shrugged out of his own jacket the moment they went into the room and although he hadn't been paying any real attention to it, he could feel the pressure in his pants more than a little tense for what they'd been doing only minutes earlier.

His limbs were heavy and his head felt like it could roll off his shoulders. When was the last time he drank that much? Couldn't be damned to remember, but the second she leaned back against him all depressing thoughts swam away from him. Mercuxio blinked ice blue eyes at her, heavy-lidded drooping even.

Her words sent chills up and down his spine and he leaned further against her. It was okay. It was perfectly natural to be attracted to a beautiful woman. He knew then that he'd gotten lucky, he decided. Someone else could have snatched her up, but no, he got the luck of the draw on this one.

"More.  Yeah, good idea," he breathed out licking his lips and swallowing on a dry throat. Also mainly because all the saliva presently was in his mouth, just about ready to fall from his lips.  A noise that resembled a hungered hum emerged in the back of his throat the moment she loosed the ties at her neck.

Soft supple skin, ripe enough to be tasted. So he did, dropping his head into the crook of her neck and kissing wetly at her throat.  "How does that feel?" He sucked gently on that skin, and let his hand slip into one of the loose openings of her shorts, and slid them toward the heat between her legs. It was still largely wet where his fingers slipped inside her, rolling his thumb over that point that made her shiver so.




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Draconian

Aveline sucked in a breath, eyes falling closed and hissing it out slowly. Her head fell back and she stared at the canopy of the bed after forcing her eyes to open. The underdress untied at the throat, it slowly worked it's way down her front, slipping off a shoulder and clinging precariously to a breast. "I don't know," she whispered, shifting her hips for Mercuxio's hand, a little mewl leaving her mouth when he pushed his fingers inside.

The mechanics - Aveline knew those - she knew she was supposed to be naked as well as her husband and that he was supposed to... Do stuff. She'd seen her horses mate, making sure to keep the mare safe or drag her away from an aggressive stallion. Her eyes popped open and she frowned. Horses were terrifying. Surely he didn't have --- Except the idle thoughts left her because his thumb moved and it felt like he'd tugged at the muscles in her gut.

Aveline clenched her thighs together in surprise, the under garment falling off her breast and exposing her to the chill of the room. "We shouldn't do this," She whispered, looking at him over her shoulder, hair a mess of ringlets and curls, half wearing her clothing, "You're not of sound mind," She could smell the alcohol on him. If he had to get drunk to touch her then... Maybe they should save any touching for after the wedding ceremony. Despite her words though, she rocked her hips against his hand where she could, eyes fluttering closed and lower lip slipping between her teeth to stifle a moaned sigh. "Merc," She whined softly before she remembered squishing his hand might hurt.

Slowly she opened her legs, pressing her back to his front and moved her hands to clutch at the white of the nightgown. "M-m-maybe you should just sleep," She sighed, eyes closed, "And we can talk in the morning. About this." Not that she wanted to. Aveline very much wanted to just let Mercuxio do whatever he damn well pleased -- that way she could blame all of it on him.

Lion

Mercuxio was far too fuzzy to make sense of what he was doing. His body was heavy and everything was languid, lagging, and his face was exceptionally warm as he tucked his head in further in the crook of her neck and kissed her deeply, hotly, lapping his tongue against her pulse.  He wanted her to feel good, and when the front of her fell, barely kept on her body save for the mounds of her breasts.

"What?"  Wait.  Her thighs closed around his hand and his breath hitched, a small sound of frustration creeping from the back of his throat. Mercuxio tenderly lapped at her shoulder, kissing her warm skin there, and he felt the jolts going through her, his own body tensing and he released a hot breath along her neck.  "Why?"  An empty question that he expected no answers to.

He sat up straighter and kissed at her cheek, trying to coax he head to angle toward him and kiss at her lips this time, wriggling his head to slip in deeper and keeping his thumb rolling over her clit, until she was shivering again. His other hand reached around to grab at her breasts, gripping and squeezing it gently, rolling his other hand over pert nipples.

"We can sleep after," he murmured, breaking that kiss, nibbling at her bottom lip. He nodded to her, and encouraged her to lean further back against him. Mercuxio didn't relent, slipping fingers in deep enough to elicit what other noises he could from her before he shifted them both back against the bed. Pulling his hand away reluctantly, his fingertips glistening with her, and he pulled his shirt off his body,

Mercuxio shifted around and tugged at his trousers, gently pushing them down from his hips and he hovered over her, placing hands on either side of her head, eyes heavy and hooded. 

"Sleep will come. I promise," he breathed and cupped her face sweetly.  "There's nothing wrong with what we're doing," he hissed, kissing at her jawline, dragging lips to her chin.




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Was he doing this just because he was full of alcohol?

Aveline let out a heated breath, alternating between holding her breath and rolling her hips against his hand. It was wrong of her to enjoy the touch so much, but her hand gently reached for his wrist to encourage the touches. Right there, she mentally panted, too shy and embarrassed to say any of it out loud. Arching to his hand, she cupped her own breasts before pushing her hands above her head, tucking under the pillow.

He'd moved them. Her nightgown open to her belly, ties loose. The bottom pushed up past her hips to leave her bottom half exposed to the cold air. Aveline gave a needy whine when he pulled his fingers from her heat and she flushed to see how... "Oh," she sighed, looking up at him, drawing her knees up, pressing them together and taking in the sight of her... Husband... Shedding his shirt. A flush and she looked away, both enjoying and hating how her lower half pulsed with her heartbeat. "Merc," She whined, squeezing her eyes shut and squeezing the fabric in her hands.

This was improper. Ladies didn't do this. Aveline didn't open her eyes until Mercuxio moved to hover over her, looking up at him with bright eyes, hair a curly halo around her head. "I liked... Before." She whispered, arching her back and moving her legs to let him rest between them. Aveline finally looked down and - oh Dear Ansgar he was naked - when had he gotten naked? Was that a...? Relief flooded through her when it was tiny in comparison to a horse.

"Are we going to make love?" She whispered, eyes flickering up to his, mouth parted, "I liked how it felt," A wriggle and she smoothed her knees over his hips and Aveline blushed before smiling ever so slightly, "I really liked..." She shifted, taking one of his hands and giving him ample time to regain his balance with his other hand. Slowly, dragging his hand down her body, she placed it to her core again, moving his hand to her clit. "That. I really like that," She huffed out, eyes closed again, "Do that more. Did you know that was there?" She whispered, looking up at him, "Teach me? I don't... Know anything about this."