Where the Wind Breaks (Aello)

[Gunho Ma]

Winter 12, 511 AV Location: Still Somewhere in the Wildlands A fine mist left the masseur's lips while his chest rose and fell in his deep slumber. Outside, Leth had long since receded offering it's place to Syna, but even if her kiss reached the canvas of their tent the Lhavitian continued to sleep soundly. Perhaps it was because he'd overexerted himself in his determination to please yesterday that Gunho was not so easy to stir this morning. He turned where he slept, clutching around to find purchase on a pillow that wasn't there and continued to do so until he found something to squeeze. When he did he would smile, softly, his handsome face lighting up in the afterglow of subconscious satisfaction. In moments like this, he felt like he was still at home, he felt like he was still standing among tall structures sculpted from skyglass, basking in their light while resting under the tapestry of stars Lhavit was known for. But those memories were long and past. The ethereal beauty of that city had been replaced by new sights, nowhere near as brilliant but still glamorous enough to rival the city of his birth in their own special way. Perhaps he would yet make good memories of Sylira, ones beautiful enough to rival those memories he had of home. But he was in no hurry, he would continue to rest, not until the howling wind outside the tent abated and permitted him to.

[Aello]

Aello lay on her side, staring at Gunho, his closed eyes. She wondered how he could stand it. How he could sleep so long, as she pulled on the blanket he had given her the night before. Tugging it closer, bunching it up about her lips. She had woken ages ago it seemed, and although she knew she should have gotten up, with so much needing to be done, she simply could not bear the thought of being fully roused. On her own two feet, away from the blankets and the warmth they provided her with. She could not think of being back out in the elements, the wind making her head rush as it buffeted her relentlessly. At least now, the tent's walls kept it at bay. Although, she could still hear it whistling. Calling to her to come out. As she rested, Aello watched the subtle rise and fall of Gunho's chest. The strange smile that crept across his lips from time to time, as though he were listening to some sort of secret, or Nysel was busy showing him something wonderful. Sighing, Aello pulled her arms under her head, and used them as a pillow as she forced herself to breath. He looks so peaceful, she thought, as she watched him blindly grope around the tent, until his hand found her. The aurist sucked in a breath, wondering if it had been done on purpose, and if he would correct himself. But he didn't. She could feel his hand sinking, his fingers furling around her. Nervously, Aello glanced down at her hip bone. Really? You had to ruin this? Aello wondered, as she pulled her right hand out from under her, and drew it over Gunho's. Weaving her fingers through his own. Pressing them firmly together, so that they could bask in each other's warmth. "Come now Shinya, of all the things you could have gone for, you picked my hip bone?" Aello teased. "If you really wanted to touch me, you could have asked hours ago, and perhaps, gone for something more worthwhile..." Aello's voice trailed off as her eyes sparkled playfully, wondering if that would draw Gunho the rest of the way out of the realm she thought he was caught in. The one which lingered between sleep and wakefulness. As though thinking it best to show him what she had meant even if he was beginning to come around, Aello drew their hands up her side, closer to her face. Slowly, allowing the tension, and the heat, within the tent's confines to rise. As she did, she wondered when the boy would truly awaken. Wondered, if he had the mind to try and stop her.

[Gunho Ma]

He was not the lightest of sleepers but even in his reverie between reality and the world of dreams could not prevent him from feeling the warmth of flesh and the slight pressure exerted by Aello as her fingers laced together with his own. Her words came to him, fragmented, covered by a veil of confusion that was natural to all those who were only beginning to stir. But provocative words were enough to pierce through the muddled confusion and clarity inevitably fell upon the masseur in a single wave of alarm. His sleepy eyes fluttered open and he realized his position. But there was nowhere to retreat, no place to move aside - not by much. He could feel a massive rush of blood filling his cheeks. Aello, despite being a stranger to him seemed to know which buttons to press to inspire child-like embarrassment. "Sorry..." he squinted but dared to look at the girl again, his sense of shame turning an amiable face into a mask of apology. "I really didn't mean to." He slowly, almost reluctantly pushed himself off the makeshift bed with a single arm and he tried to right himself to clear his mind and kick-start his mental faculties. "Was I sleeping long...? I'm sorry, if you're hungry we can cook something. We never got to try the pork, it'd be nice... to have something different for a change." He looked beyond the tent, at the closed flap leading to the world outside and he frowned. The wind was strong... perhaps too strong yet for him to challenge it with a fire. There were methods, of course, but nothing easy. He'd have to raise mounds around the fire pit if he wanted to keep their campfire from dying... maybe he'd use one of the flammable sticks he'd obtained recently.

[Aello]

Aello's eyes sparkled as her smile widened. She could sense Gunho stirring long before he pulled his fingers away from her grasp. Touchy, touchy, she thought, as she watched him pull back, his cheeks growing red with his shame. "Of course you didn't," Aello commented, her voice betraying the fact that she was teasing him, even as she eased herself into a sitting position, so she could look at him a little better. So that her eyes could follow each of his moves; sure to be cautious now that such a thing had come to pass. "I'm not too hungry, although nothing is to stop you from cooking something for us if you are," Aello whispered. Her voice largely lost to the winds that raged outside. Shaking the trees, until they too, were truly awake. "Pork, some more potatoes, something we take the time to kill..." Aello's eyes fell to the blankets that lined the tent for a moment. "Unless you simply want to stay inside today. With it being so cold and windy besides, it couldn't much hurt to simply pull the covers up, and huddle together. Move a bit closer for warmth; cuddle." A devilish smile crossed Aello's lips, "perhaps you can try for a bit of me that's slightly more exciting than what you held before." Inwardly, the girl chuckled. She knew of course, that Gunho would never go with it, no matter how cold it got outside. That soon enough, he'd be cooking up a storm, and up-keeping their camp, and she'd be left alone, unless she chose to follow. "Unless, of course, you think your stomach too weak to hold?" Aello asked, her voice dancing across the air. Taunting him. Playing a little. Hoping to draw him in a little closer, for the sake of having something more to do to entertain herself, for a time.

[Gunho Ma]

He was glad that Aello wasn't too famished. Even if he could rough the weather, he personally didn't want to try. It was far too cold out for him to be able to easily make something quickly. If anything it'd be a chore... "I don't know about hunting... we still have enough of yesterday's kill for us to bother hunting today - if we won't stuff ourselves like we did. One of the few good things about winter is the meat's bound to be still good if you let it freeze out. I'd just have to soak that in water for an hour then possibly boil it later." he stretched his arms a little and reached out for a jug of water taking in a sip's worth before giving it to Aello. "I think I have cheese in the bag there... wrapped in paper. I wouldn't say its good, but its one of the few things that takes ages to rot so I had it packed." "And give you an excuse to kill me?" he tried a chuckle on for size but found his nervous laughter far from impressive. If anything he sounded more vulnerable instead of cocky. "Kidding aside, I do think I can handle that... we could sit side by side, or back to back... or something. I've seen you practically naked, it would be a little hypocritical of me to turn down your suggestion when it does make sense." though it would make him completely self-concious if she did agree to get a little closer. "I'm not yet hungry." he finally responded to her quip with a weak but warm smile. "Though tell me if you get hungry yourself." he felt like he had to say it, even if there didn't seem to be a cause since she had expressed how she was still sated earlier. Gunho, despite himself have Aello more of the blanket that he would spare for himself. They may have been in the wilderness but in the end the boy was a gentleman at heart and he couldn't leave the girl uncomfortable. That just wouldn't do, it just wouldn't be right in his heart of hearts.

[Aello]

Aello's eyes glimmered as she took the jug of water from Gunho, and forced several swigs down her throat before putting it aside, just above where each had rested their heads. When she was done, she turned back to him, and began to run her hand over the blanket. The space that rested between them. Slowly, smoothing out the creases. "Back to back isn't real cuddling," Aello admonished, her voice silky smooth. "Nor is sitting side to side," she added, with a small smile, as she rolled a little closer to the former Shinya, swept her arm out, and crossed it over his chest, towards his far shoulder. Her body slid into her arm, coming up alongside his own. Chest against his side. Aello's fingers furled, forming a protective casing against Gunho's skin. She dug her nails into him slightly, as her cheek came to rest on his opposite shoulder, towards the crook of his neck. She rubbed up against him affectionately, as she pulled the blanket tightly around her with her free hand. "This is cuddling," Aello whispered as she pulled Gunho against her. "And when we're cuddling nothing else matters... including our stomachs. Ok? We're just going to lay her. Relax, and stay warm, ok?" Aello asked as she brought her hand, which had been clutching the blanket forward, and poked Gunho's nose, before pulling it away. OOCThis post assumes a lot, if it's a problem, pm me.

[Gunho Ma]

There was probably something lost in translation, something he'd inexplicably missed since one thing had led to another so quickly that he'd found himself helplessly conceding to Aello. But Gunho would be lying to himself if he said he wasn't pleased with the intimacy they were sharing. He'd never actually been a situation quite like this before and the novelty of being in such close contact with a girl, a pretty one at that, was a remarkable experience for him. He'd allowed her to do as she pleased, adapting to her weight and her touch without recoiling and eventually the boy found a compromise between comfort and posture. This unfamiliar feeling of warmth, the sensation of a living breathing person and the gentle drumming of her heartbeat that he could feel through his skin somehow made his own quicken. Though he did his best to try and calm himself down. Effort that didn't do much to wrestle his anxiety into submission. "Okay..." she wouldn't hear an objection from him, he was starting to enjoy this feeling and wasn't in any hurry for a change of pace. They had nothing to do that demanded immediate attention. "I'll do that." The nose-flick made him chuckle lightly. He closed his eyes, basking in her warmth, in the smell of mint that clung to the air and her softness. He found it strange, that it only struck him now but when he massaged the girl he'd looked at her clinically, so much that he wasn't able to notice these tiny things. The girl's skin was tender and smooth... so much that without even noticing he'd drawn her slightly closer, like she did him and placed a hand lightly on her forearm where he traced small circles over her skin with his fingers.

[Aello]

"Mmm, Gunho that tickles," Aello giggled, as she pushed her body up against his, all the more tightly. She could feel her skin brushing up against his own. Her lips passing over his arm, slowly. Barely touching, until she forced them closer. Until she pressed them into him. Feeling his skin sinking beneath her, as her lips molded to his touch. She could feel her heart hammering as she pulled away from him, and dug her nails all the more deeply into his shoulder. "Isn't this nice Gunho?" Aello asked. "Just laying back and forgetting the world for awhile? Forgetting about everything but this? This moment. This place, how it all feels. What it's like to have bare skin against bare skin, and another being's warmth buffeting you constantly, as soft blankets drape over our delicate forms. Flowing, always, rippling, cascading over our limbs. Trembling as our bodies move. Draw closer..." Aello's voice trailed off for a time as her eyes sparkled playfully. "You see. Even though your heart is filled with fear. With a restrictive nature, masked by a coy edge, you want this too. Can't you tell, you're moving closer?" Aello asked. "Rocking into me? Basking in this?" Aello paused. "Can't you see what you can have, what you can experience, if only you let go? If only you let yourself?" Aello chuckled as she planted another delicate kiss on Gunho's upper arm. She could feel her warm breath bouncing off his skin, radiating back towards her. She could sense it filling the air. The tone she was setting, overcoming the cramped tent. The former Shinya, and perhaps herself as well. She could feel herself pulling away, "just relax, alright?" Aello whispered. "Let yourself relax..."

[Gunho Ma]

It took Gunho no effort to follow Aello's suggestion. Forgetting about everything just came naturally to this man who'd turned his back on his past. He didn't even know what his future had in store for him so all that mattered to him right now was a present, no more no less. The simple comfort of being able to enjoy companionship with a stranger, a pretty stranger at that was something Gunho intended to savor. He was young, still easily subject to his base instincts but he was also tempered and gifted with a disciplined mind. As attractive as Aello was and as suggestive as her words were he would take his sweet time. He wasn't on a tight schedule, he was not stealing a moment of happiness from his harsh world and could afford to make the most out of the situation. He could let himself go, just as she said, but he would let things happen naturally. "Maybe just this once." he whispered as he accepted and acted upon her words. "I'm already relaxed, thanks." he told her, allowing her to pull away without so much as a protest. He remained lying on the thin fabric of the tent floor and he looked up at the vibrating canvas then at the person right beside him. He simply lay on one side, his handsome face mashed up against the ground while he looked up at her and then an idea came to him. He rose, very slowly and assumed a comfortable sitting position. "Hey I have an idea, we can cuddle and I can make you feel good all at the same time." he lightly padded the place in front of him and made room for her to take the position. "Sit here and you can lean back to me." He had no idea if she would refuse or not, but if she consented to his idea he'd adjust his position and accommodate her form and snatch the bowl of oil left-over from the last massage and use that to soak his hands. Once he'd found the ideal position he'd slide his hands over her shoulders and drag the pads over her shoulders where he would find the densest lump of muscles and slowly apply pressure, so gentle at first that his fingers might tickle her, but he'd come to drag his fingers to pinch and slide his hands down from he rise of her neck to the slender shape of her shoulders. "You've taken a lot off my mind these past few days Aello, I don't know how to thank you." he whispered, allowing his head to slightly lean in towards hers where he inhaled her scent and hummed sweetly.

[Aello]

Aello smiled as she pushed her body back a little, allowing her arm to glide past Gunho's body, back onto the floor as he pulled away from her. Slip through her fingers; her tightening hold. Her loving embrace. "How is that possible?" Aello asked. "When you're already causing us both to warm up a little?" The woman paused, as she looked up at the former Shinya, her eyes appearing larger than before. Filled with both her questions, and her wonder. "Well, alright," she whispered, as she pressed her palm up against the bottom of the tent, and then gently, eased herself up into a sitting position. "If that's what you really want," Aello added, as she lifted her legs a little, and tucked them into her chest. As she placed both hands down on the ground, and used them to turn herself into Gunho's side. She glanced over her shoulder nervously, blushing a little as she bit her bottom lip, and used her hands to push herself back, before planting her feet firmly back down on the ground. Aello reached for the blankets. She wrapped her fingers around them tightly. Bunching the fabric in her fists. She tugged, urging them towards her. Allowing them to pool around her feet. Ripple against her chest, as she slowly, and somewhat reluctantly leaned back. Pressing her slender form against Gunho's side. Silently wondering what he planned to do; if he'd use his hands. Try to touch her again, after what happened last time. The embarrassment he had caused himself, because she had bothered to tempt him so. Aello could feel her teeth sinking into her bottom lip. The soft ridges of her front teeth forming waves in the indentations they left behind. She could feel herself practically holding her breath with anticipation as her heart hammered in her chest. It seemed to beat out a restless tune, so unlike the mood she wished to set during her time with Gunho. Inwardly sighing, the girl wondered why things could never go quite as she intended. Aello's eyes glimmered as she sharply drew in a breath. She could feel his fingers on her shoulders. Cool oil dripping down her skin. She could barely smell it. But she could tell, it was the same as yesterday. The same sweet aroma hung in the air. She could feel herself pushing back. Her feet dancing restlessly across the ground. She wanted to melt into his side. Or perhaps, just get a bit closer, so he could work on her a bit better. Aello's teeth fell away from her lips, causing them to slip back into place. She tilted her head back, moving into the man's gestures. "Well... you can keep going, and not stop for a very, very long time," she whispered, somewhat breathlessly, as she closed her eyes so she could sense what he was doing all the more. Feel it a little more... intimately.