"Gods divine... this... this is wonderful~" Beodan could only hum in response, a purr emanating from deep in his chest. His eyes were closed as he sat on the submerged seat, the water lapping at the lower part of his neck. The smooth tiles pressed into his back and bare bottom, softly sliding across his skin as he stretched his arms and twisted his back with a few pops. Joanna waded over and sat next to him, slightly leaning against his arm and chest. She had shed her tunic, and was once again fitting in with the Kelvic dress code. He let his hand cross the small of her back and rest on the hip opposite to him. A much more comfortable position, now that his arm was not trapped behind her, and she had something besides stone to rest against.
The only sounds that met the pair’s ears were the steady trickle of fresh spring water and their own breath. It truly was a private bath. There were enough walls and doors between their pool and the large public bath that they could only hear a whisper of the loudest sounds. It had definitely been a good idea to be alone. Her heart beat strong against him, vigorously announcing its will to live. He brought his free hand up to feel his own unconsciously, so he could feel them both beat in unison. Kindred hearts. They had much in common. Both Kelvic, both horse forms with similar colors, both followed benevolent goddesses (though that was not exactly uncommon in Sylrias). If only she planned to stay around the city he called home for a long while. She had made it seem like it would only be a temporary thing. Merely a stop on her journey of service.
But, knowing his luck, she would move on just after Winter. Earlier if the fortune really decided to spite him. The thought made him rest his head lightly on top of hers, the soft platinum hair brushing his cheek. He frowned, that was no way to be thinking about things. She had been here hardly for a day, and he was already wondering if she would leave. Better to enjoy it while it lasted, and let the future Dan work things out. He let his eyes close against the steam in contentment, determined to live in the moment. Moisture beaded on his lashes, looking like so many pin prick sized crystals. She tremored slightly under him, and he stroked her side with the pad of his thumb without opening his eyes. He took a deep breath and released it after a moment of tension. He seemed to relax just that much more, his body one step closer to a pudding of muscle and bone.
"Dan, I think you're great!!!" The Kelvic jumped in his seat, startled by the sudden exclamation, his head whipping around to search for some unknown assailant. Half a tick after his knee jerk reaction the words, and the fact that it was indeed her that had said them, penetrated his skull. Great? Well, that was nice of her to say. People usually said that referring to knights, or to particularly excellent tradesmen. He smirked into her hair, where had that come from? "I-I-I mean! Uh! Y-you're... you're! Uh… I-I-It's just..." she stammered, with a flush that went beyond that from the hot water, and eyes that looked positively mortified by her mangled speech. She had moved just a forearm away and had turned to face him. He gently grasped her elbow to show that he had all the patience in the world, and that she should not stress talking to him. She took a few breaths, around twice as fast as his slow, eight tick rhythmic breathing was. Her heart was racing, and Beodan found his own racing to catch up as he thought about how important what she was thinking of could be. "What I mean to say is... I know that w-we haven't known each other for very long. And I know that I might not be very desirable. But I'd like to think that... that... you might consider... u-uhm…T-that you might think of me as... someone special. B-because.. You're someone very special to me"
Chocolate eyes widened. Surely she didn’t.. how would she.. could she.. did she mean it. A thousand questions and thoughts choked him as he tried to form a response. Half of his heart soared above the clouds in pure bliss, the other half hid itself in the dark and chanted at a whisper ‘not again, no more hurt. Not again.’ His mouth moved, forming the starting shapes of sentences, but now it was his turn to be inarticulate, only much worse. His eyebrows tilted upwards, almost as if he were concerned. His gaze rapidly flicked around her face, staying on her light brown eyes for the longest, looking for any sign of deception or will to hurt. But of course he found nothing. His eyes glistened for a split second before he closed the gap between them and caught her in a warm embrace. There was only one suitable substitute for spoken word, and that was the language of touch. From where his head rested in the crook of her neck, he parted his lips and drew a line of kisses on the soft skin just beneath her jaw, leading up to her own red bow curves. He reigned himself in just as he reached her jawline, and pulled back just inches from her face. He murmured huskily, “You are someone special, little dove. And desirable? Let me be the judge of that.”
Not wasting any more breath on words, he leaned in and pressed his lips against hers, locking them in a sweet embrace.
The only sounds that met the pair’s ears were the steady trickle of fresh spring water and their own breath. It truly was a private bath. There were enough walls and doors between their pool and the large public bath that they could only hear a whisper of the loudest sounds. It had definitely been a good idea to be alone. Her heart beat strong against him, vigorously announcing its will to live. He brought his free hand up to feel his own unconsciously, so he could feel them both beat in unison. Kindred hearts. They had much in common. Both Kelvic, both horse forms with similar colors, both followed benevolent goddesses (though that was not exactly uncommon in Sylrias). If only she planned to stay around the city he called home for a long while. She had made it seem like it would only be a temporary thing. Merely a stop on her journey of service.
But, knowing his luck, she would move on just after Winter. Earlier if the fortune really decided to spite him. The thought made him rest his head lightly on top of hers, the soft platinum hair brushing his cheek. He frowned, that was no way to be thinking about things. She had been here hardly for a day, and he was already wondering if she would leave. Better to enjoy it while it lasted, and let the future Dan work things out. He let his eyes close against the steam in contentment, determined to live in the moment. Moisture beaded on his lashes, looking like so many pin prick sized crystals. She tremored slightly under him, and he stroked her side with the pad of his thumb without opening his eyes. He took a deep breath and released it after a moment of tension. He seemed to relax just that much more, his body one step closer to a pudding of muscle and bone.
"Dan, I think you're great!!!" The Kelvic jumped in his seat, startled by the sudden exclamation, his head whipping around to search for some unknown assailant. Half a tick after his knee jerk reaction the words, and the fact that it was indeed her that had said them, penetrated his skull. Great? Well, that was nice of her to say. People usually said that referring to knights, or to particularly excellent tradesmen. He smirked into her hair, where had that come from? "I-I-I mean! Uh! Y-you're... you're! Uh… I-I-It's just..." she stammered, with a flush that went beyond that from the hot water, and eyes that looked positively mortified by her mangled speech. She had moved just a forearm away and had turned to face him. He gently grasped her elbow to show that he had all the patience in the world, and that she should not stress talking to him. She took a few breaths, around twice as fast as his slow, eight tick rhythmic breathing was. Her heart was racing, and Beodan found his own racing to catch up as he thought about how important what she was thinking of could be. "What I mean to say is... I know that w-we haven't known each other for very long. And I know that I might not be very desirable. But I'd like to think that... that... you might consider... u-uhm…T-that you might think of me as... someone special. B-because.. You're someone very special to me"
Chocolate eyes widened. Surely she didn’t.. how would she.. could she.. did she mean it. A thousand questions and thoughts choked him as he tried to form a response. Half of his heart soared above the clouds in pure bliss, the other half hid itself in the dark and chanted at a whisper ‘not again, no more hurt. Not again.’ His mouth moved, forming the starting shapes of sentences, but now it was his turn to be inarticulate, only much worse. His eyebrows tilted upwards, almost as if he were concerned. His gaze rapidly flicked around her face, staying on her light brown eyes for the longest, looking for any sign of deception or will to hurt. But of course he found nothing. His eyes glistened for a split second before he closed the gap between them and caught her in a warm embrace. There was only one suitable substitute for spoken word, and that was the language of touch. From where his head rested in the crook of her neck, he parted his lips and drew a line of kisses on the soft skin just beneath her jaw, leading up to her own red bow curves. He reigned himself in just as he reached her jawline, and pulled back just inches from her face. He murmured huskily, “You are someone special, little dove. And desirable? Let me be the judge of that.”
Not wasting any more breath on words, he leaned in and pressed his lips against hers, locking them in a sweet embrace.