Closed Does this mean forever, or just tonight?~[Valo]

[Nai'a]

19th of Winter 512AV
Night Time
*Carried on from Romancing the Sunset*

Nai’a was not sure what to do, how to proceed, she had never been a position like this before, unlike Valo. She prided herself on her maiden hood, so many of the other slaves did not possess it, it was taken from them. Nai’a on the other hand was too young, too strange, and they did not want anything to do with her, and she thanked her Goddess every day for that blessing.

Nai’a’s hands lingered on Valo’s exposed chest, drawing little circles with her finger tips as she looked up into those shining dark green eyes. Her mind was screaming for her to run, but her body was pushing her forward, casting that small voice into the darkness, driven by lust. Nai’a licked her lips with the tip of her pink tongue, wetting them as she grabbed Valo’s hand and lead him to his bed, her lust was kicking in full gear now, going into over drive as she shoved the handsome Valo onto the bed, and got on top of him.

She said no words, for there were none to be said. Instead she leaned down, brushing a few stray strands of his exotic hair from his face, and leaned down joining their lips once more, kissing him with a need and want, with passion, as she slipped her tongue into his mouth, hoping she was not being to forward, too bold for the man, as she slid her hands down his soft flesh, slowly traveling to the most sensitive area a man possessed.

[Valo]

He smiled at her as she looked up into his eyes, with her large grey ones. So soulful they were, so much innocence within them. Yet the woman's action spoke otherwise, much against her innocence as she led him to the bed. She too was bold and as their lips met and her soft hands slid down his chest, he found himself wondering just how bold she can be. A cruel game perhaps, but he decided to hold back his affection, wondering just how far she would go before he'd swoop in and take her for his own. A smile still lingering on his face as he indulged in her touch. His chest elevated and fell with magnitude, elaborating on each breath. His lips moved against hers with utmost passion within that kiss.

Truth was, Valo's mind lingered in the moment, focusing on the act and not the implications. He wasn’t in love with her more than he loved her exquisite beauty and for some reason failed to comprehend the outcome of this involvement. It meant not that he wouldn’t develop a love for her. But it seemed all these troubles of the heart were too complicated, too bothersome to think of. The man was weak of will when it came to women, much alike when it came to alcohol.

[Nai'a]

Nai’a broke the kiss, as she looked down at the man lying underneath her, he looked so unreal, like one of his beautiful painting, laying underneath her with his exotic read hair splayed out, making his handsome face stand out even more. If it was not for the that her chest was heaving from the long passionate kiss, her breath would have escaped her from the beauty he possessed. Nai’a’s mind was muddled, she did not care about whether or not this man loved her or not, she only cared about what the lust inside her body demanded.

Nai’a scooted slid down the man’s body, slowly with a mischievous smile upon her face, keeping her lust filled gray eyes on his. She reached her goal, and she giggled lightly as she removed her eyes from the man’s face, dipping her head down, to passionately kiss his sensitive area, her tongue dancing upon it playfully, before she placed it in her mouth, sucking gently and being careful with her teeth. She kept her sensitive ears opened, to hear if she was doing a good job or not with his kiss on his sensitive area. If Nai’a was not so consumed with lust, she would realize that her bold actions were going to lead to consequences, maybe even heart break, but she did not care, this was so new and exciting, and this man made her body feel in ways that she had never felt for another man before. She casted these thoughts aside as she started to concentrate on making Valo feel good, to please him.

[Valo]

Laying back, closing his eyes with pleasure, he indulged in the sensation, allowing him self the muffled groan or two. Yet he still held back. Though his body now burned to take complete control, to take her for him own in a sensuous display of lust, Valo ignored his deepest wishes. The anticipation, the lovely prerequisite to a bond that they would build. A bond stronger than anything that life could throw at them. Though constantly disrupted by pleasure. An inability to think clearly. Ming filled and saturated thoroughly by lust. His slender fingers wound into her hair softly, minding not to disrupt the woman who caused him so much pleasure. An almost subconscious action, guided completely by the heat of the moment. Another groan as he bit his lip.

[Nai'a]

The wonderful groans coming out of Valo’s mouth, made her heart seem to skip a beat with pleasure, forcing a muffled groan of her own. She knew as they progressed into this dance of lust, that they would make beautiful music to dance down, the music of pleasure and lust. When his slender fingers wound themselves in her hair softly, she felt he was urging her on, enjoying the pleasure that her mouth brought, so her mouth went deeper, and she continued to please him until her mouth became tired. Nai’a lifted her head up, with a dazed look upon her face mingled with a small sweet smile. He looked so ethereal laying there, his chest heaving from pleasure, as lust danced upon the soft features of his face. He was truly beautiful.

Nai’a wiped her wet mouth with the back of her hand, as she slid up Valo’s body, looking into those eyes that reminded her of the dark green depths of the Jade Pool in the Wild Lands. Her voice came out soft, whispered, ”Take me Valo.” There was nothing else she could muster to say as her eyes stayed locked with his, hoping he would take her, all of her.

[Valo]

She did well to satisfy him. Well indeed and perhaps it was finally time for a little repayment. Though what he had in store for the woman would bring him as much pleasure as it would to her, for Valo was one of those few gentlemen who perhaps cared more for her pleasure far more than he cared for his own. A certain justification of him self in the act. A justification and indeed self validation of morality, for Valo was indeed a moral man - or so he thought him self. And it was a truth that he hid it well, for his morality, much like many other things in life, was subjective. Valo was a good lire and the one person who constantly and without question believer every lie he told, was in fact, him self. Honesty is a virtue - a motto by which, along with many other accordingly righteous mottoes, he perpetuated his life. But it seemed that lies and the lack of admittance were two completely different things. That was precisely why, once the night was over, he would banish the memory of this intimate encounter, never letting it translate into speech or thought or even art. Yes, Valo lied to him self well. It was her gentle beg. The words ”Take me Valo.” from the soft curves of her lip, the delicious voice with which she spoke, the sound of which caressed his ears every time he had the pleasure of listening to it. It was precisely that which became a signal for him to stop playing this cruel game with her. A deep burning in his skin, a lust for her warmth and love. He needn't hold back no longer, he didn't want to, his own lust wouldn't allow him. And his reply to those words was silent, physical rather than auditory, as he pulled her gently onto his lap so that she may have contact with nothing but his own flesh. His slender caressed the curves of her body, revelling in the sensation. Pressing her against his chest, to take her whole, would be precisely what he'd do. His arm wound around her, pressing her silhouette to his chest. The other held her chin between his fingers. Lustful green eyes stared back into her's as the fiery smirk on his face twinkled much like the tongues of candle light that illuminated the room. A brief moment of anticipation that seemed to last much longer than it did in reality. A moment in which his muscle twitched every so gently, for if not the self restraint then he might have jumped on her like a predator might upon his prey. So intoxicatingly beautiful she was. Frail and feminine and fragile yet filled with this incredible energy. His soft lips pressed against the ball of her cheek as the fingers that held her face in position now gently moved her luscious pink hair to the side. And upon that motion, everything happened very fast. His lips caressed her neck, as his arms held her tight, laying Nai'a comfortably on the bed beneath him. The artist's lips travelled down onto her collar bone and then lower still, kissing every part of her, cherishing it with utmost sensuous grace. Hands that so softly traced her body, now belonged to her. Hands that knew the way of the woman a little too well perhaps. And for several prolonged moments it was those hands and lips that took her in the most physical of ways, but that did not last long before he was completely devoured by this hunger, this lust that washed over his with every motion. A deep wish for her and her alone. And so their bodies were united and they became one in an elaborate dance of passion. A painting upon the canvas, tints and tones of perfection, lit by candle light in a manifestation of the most atmospheric chiaroscuro. The music of quiet groans of his own that surrounded them. An aura of romance and passion and lust and for one night only, all the troubles of day to day life in Zeltiva were shed. All the unpleasantness that could ever haunt them were at once forgotten and the only this that was left in this dark void was Valo and Nai'a and the heat that bound them.

[Nai'a]

The feel of Valo making love to her body with his hands and mouth made her see stars behind her closed lids. She panted softly from the pleasure that this evoked inside her. She knew that she would remember this moment every day after, and there was the possibility in the back of her mind that they were using one another for their own lustful wants. She casted it quickly away as his lips and fingers stroked the right spot that made her purr in ecstasy. Valo was going to be the death of her, she knew this now more than ever.

Nai’a reveled in the sensation of their naked flesh pressed together, it was a exquisite feeling that made her heart race in her chest. The fit together like two pieces in a puzzle, their bodies perfectly meshed in an intimate hold. As his lips found that sweet spot on her neck, she moaned out in pleasure at the feel of those warm, soft lips caressing her. Then he laid her on the bed, and her breath caught in her throat with excitement and fear, as the dance of passion and lust went further.

She could not help the yelp of pain and pleasure that escaped her mouth as their bodies became united, it was a quick pain that dissipated when he began the rhythm of this passionate dance. As he moved his hips against hers, she felt as if she was floating in the air, riding on a wave of ecstasy. Everything disappeared, all thoughts and negative emotions, even the surroundings. All she saw was Valo with his scarlet red hair above her, his beautiful face glowing with passion, and Nai’a never wanted it to go away. She kept soaring higher and higher, and ever wanting to come down from this euphoric high that their bodies made in union. Nai’a’s soft murmurs and pants pierced the silence of the cottage, as she moaned Valo’s name, urging him to keep going, never to stop.

[Valo]

He would no doubt be the death of her one day. So exquisitely beautiful and passionate he was, both tender and bold at the same time. Enticing and romantic, yet so profoundly lustful. Time had no power over them now as they enjoyed themselves way into the night, entwined into one another in a perfect union. Two creatures of such profound beauty, is what they were. Two creatures that, just fro a night, became one.

In the late hour, the raging flame of passion finally died down in one last explosion. A prerequisite to little more than glowing embers left that in it's wake that illuminated their faces with charming warmth as he held her fondly in his arms. Soft lips on her's and her cheeks and her forehead. Slender fingers that still combed delicately though her hair, for he was nothing less than truly taken with it's exquisite hue. A motion of distrust to his eyes, almost fear that if he was to look away, that precious hue might fade into a dull brown. And in a manner of hear calm, his breath tidal and slow, he held her affectionately before allowing any thought to return to his youthful mind. A preparation to what would soon no doubt turn into deep regret.

He remained silent, for no words seemed adequate, though perhaps conversation was necessary at this very moment. More than necessary indeed.

[Nai'a]

During the passionate dance that the created, it lacked something to Nai’a. She knew that it lacked the love that two people should share for one another, but she shrugged it off and enjoyed the unity of their bodies, how their souls entwined and soared into ecstasy together. Finally she came down from her high, the passion quelled, the lust gone, and now she felt slightly exposed and a little regretful that she let her body lead her in such a way.

Although she did enjoy lying there with Valo, feeling the warmth their bodies made meshed together, loving the way her head rested on his chest, and the way his breathing and heart sounded like a lullaby, lulling her into sleep. She fought off the lethargic feeling from such intense intimacy. Instead it was time to voice what she felt inside. Although it seemed there were no words that could be formed and spoken, that what she had to say was not adequate at this moment.

Nai’a sighed softly, bringing her head up, looking away from Valo she spoke, ”What does this mean Valo?” It was a simple question, one in which she needed an answer to, no matter how cold and cruel that answer may be, she needed to know where they stood after this. If they did indeed stand anywhere together.

[Valo]

”What does this mean Valo?”

It was a question he hoped not to hear. A question which was perhaps the greatest nightmare a man in his position could have. And though he knew perfectly well what he asked of him by this question, no answer of any coherence would come from his mouth. And as he moved away from her gently, propping him self up on his elbow so that he could look directly at her, expression of deep seriousness chiselled into his alabaster feature, yet the eyes of a puppy about to be kicked. Pleading emeralds that sparkled with the kind of sparkle as if tears were about to roll into them . The ever animated eyes that strived to melt her soul just a little in his favour.

A brief moment as he swallowed hard before speaking. "How do you mean my sweet?"

This time he could not blame the situation on excessive intake of alcohol,for he was as sober as can be. Intoxicated perhaps only by her beauty and by the simple lust from which he failed to free him self. Yet Valo was not a man who believed in such things as instinct. Or perhaps, he believed in it's existence, but reckoned that the reason human beings had a brain is to overcome that animal instinct. It was the very definition of humanity for him. And what did that make him then? No better than an animal?

He cared for her so much, despite not truly knowing a great deal about the woman yet. But somehow, from the very first words they exchanged, from the very first introductory conversation, it seemed, an invisible bridge tied them. A strange innate affinity, a fondness which he could not shake off. A deeper instinct, for he wanted to believe, more than anything in this world, that they could become great friends. Great friends indeed. And one of the lessons which life should have taught him long ago, for he had been in more than one situation of this magnitude and substance, that one should never ever, under any circumstance, sleep with friends. What a fool he was. What a complete and atrocious fool. An abominable fool.