Completed Who ever loved that loved not at first sight? (Ireth)

[Savio]

Savio stood outside her door, shivering slightly. His soaked clothes still clinging to his skin but had long since stopped dripping. Savio smiled sweetly as she allowed him once again inside. He walked over to the single chair in the corner and sat down. It was nice to see her warm, with a healthy color to her skin.

“Um… It just occurred to me that…ah… I didn’t introduce myself.” Savio admitted sheepishly. “My name is Savio Cazzola.”

The heat in his face was enough to chase off the chill for a short time. But then he realized it was far too late for him to attempt to run to the school. Savio looked out the window to see that night had completely fallen, and he had to pay another two silver so he could sleep in the inn for the night.

[Ireth Telemnar]

Ireth turned back into the room, assuming the stranger would follow. "Savio..." She said his name just loud enough for him to hear, letting the S slide off of her tongue. She returned to the edge of the bed and invited the man to sit beside her, patting the space next to her.

When he came to rest, she took his hand in her own. "Tell me, please... How is it you know my name?" So simple a question, so complex an answer. And how could she explain that she found him familiar?

His hand was cold. She sat and watched him. He was shivering. It took her befuddled brain a moment to realize that, while the majority of her chills had gone away with the dry clothes, Savio had had nothing to change into. Ireth glanced around the room, looking for something, anything.

Reaching around, and unintentionally pressing her chest into the man's arm, Ireth swept the blanket off of the bed. She pulled it around and wrapped it around Savio's strong shoulders. Then, spur of the moment, she brought one end around herself as well.

"You spent too much time worrying about me. I pray you don't catch a chill."

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[Savio]

Savio hesitated before moving back over to her bed and sat down next to her, trying to keep his distance so that his wet clothes didn’t get her fresh clothes wet again. The way she said his name made goose bumps form on his skin that had nothing to do with the cold he felt. He swallowed and hoped his body would not betray him and made things obviously awkward between them. His pants were still wet and clinging tightly to his skin, after all.

She then took his hand into her soft, small one and asked him the inevitable question. Savio took a deep breath before explaining. “Well… This might sound a tad strange and cliché, but I dreamed of you before… We were in a forest and you told me your name. Until I ran into you today, I thought you were just a figment of my dreams but you are real.” Savio reached up and touched her cheek without even thinking as he looked into her mesmerizing eyes. He almost forgot that he was shivering…almost.

Her expression changed when his cold fingers touched her face and she moved, pressing her supple chest against Savio’s arm to grab a hold of a blanket and wrapped it around both of them. Savio was grateful for two things; one: The warmth felt amazing, and two: she would not be able to see how the touch of her breasts affected his body. He was a healthy young man, but that wouldn’t be a proper excuse if she saw…that.

“T-thank you, Ireth.” Savio murmured, he didn’t trust his voice to speak louder.

[Ireth Telemnar]

Ireth was taken aback by his confession of dreaming about her. "A forest you say? Except for three trips I've taken into Nyka, and this one, I've never left my city. Forests, even real rain, all is so strange to me. I like the rain though. It makes me think of... Never mind...." My father she'd wanted to say. But she didn't want to dump that onto this man.

This sweet, handsome man... When he touched her cheek, Ireth's breath got caught in her throat.

With the blanket forcing them closer, Ireth wound up wrapping her arms around Savio's bicep and pressing her legs against his, her head on his shoulder. For a moment, she thought that he'd tensed up, but then she dismissed it as a reaction to him being cold.

"You're still shivering... How can I help you?"

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[Savio]

Savio could not think correctly to save his life; his mind was focused on two things: the soft bosom pressed against his arm and the throbbing between his legs. A large part of him wanted to leave the room immediately to save himself to embarrassment but a small part of him, his more base desires demanded he press her back against the bed and kiss the breath right out of her. Perhaps his shaking was not only from the chill he felt but also from the force of self-control it took to stay put.

“H-help me?” Savio asked, his voice was perhaps a little husky and he avoided looking at the girl directly so that he could conserve some dignity by hiding his blushing face and perhaps the thoughts concealed in his grey eyes.

The girl was going to be his downfall. Her and her big sparkling eyes, and soft skin, and sweet smile. It had been seasons since he even came remotely close to intimacy with another, and even then it had been just a hug. He was so painfully inexperienced that he was at a complete loss as to what he should do.

[Ireth Telemnar]

There was a flutter in her core that Ireth couldn't identify. This man, Savio... He was making her want to kiss him. She hadn't ever kissed a man before. But just looking at his lips made her mouth go dry.

"Hmm? Oh, yeah. How can I get you warm?" After a moment of thought, Ireth pushed the blanket back off of the pair. Drawing herself from the bed, she pulled Savio's arms up and held them above his head. He protested some, a worried look crossing his face, but she ignored it. There was a blue and yellow sash tied around his middle, and when Ireth unbound it, she whispered "Forgive me for seeming forward. You'll catch a cold yourself if you stay in this tunic."

She drew the sash off and draped it over the wooden bed frame. When she came back to attempt to take his soaked tunic off, she stopped. His red trousers were just wet enough that they clung to his body. Her face turned as brilliant as an apple, as if she'd never been cold. Ireth drew her hands up to her face and murmured "Oh Lord..."

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[Savio]

It was as if his most pleasant dream and worst nightmare came to life the moment Ireth tossed back the blanket and stood. Savio moved to shy away from the girl but she grabbed a hold of his arms and pushed them above his head. He should have fought back, really but he couldn’t find the will power to do so.

“P-please, this is not necessary! I can go into another room and undress my self-…”

She cut him off by tugging at the sash around his middle, her hands dangerously close to his lap. He prayed to Tavasi, begging his god to stop her wandering hands before she found-

Her expression signaled that she had found what Savio was hoping to hide. His hands shot down and covered himself the best her could, doing his damnedest to avoid her wide eyes. He wanted to die right then and there, his embarrassment and shame was just too much. “I-I’m sorry…I…um…Well….” He couldn’t even form coherent sentences at that point. It wasn’t that he was…underdeveloped… It was quite the opposite and it was so bloody noticeable in the wet pants.

[Ireth Telemnar]

For what felt like several chimes, Ireth stared at Savio's hands. She turned her head, her thoughts crystal for a split second before being flooded with new thoughts. And not just thoughts, but emotions. Emotions she couldn't name.

Taking a deep breath, Ireth looked back, this time into Savio's eyes. Those eyes that she had found so brilliant, so haunting. Eyes that no girl would ever forget, even if she'd seen them but in a dream...

"It's okay. I mean... I'm sorry..." She could not stop blushing! Her stomach was in knots, and she breathed "Please, let me get your shirt off."

Doing her very best to not embarrass herself, Ireth simply stared into Savio's eyes, almost to the point of being entranced. She moved and pulled at the tunic, bringing it up to just below his arms. His arms didn't move, they were still clenched over his breeches.

"Please, Savio." Her request came out a lot breathier than she'd intended, and her heartbeat was surely loud enough that this man could hear it. After a moment of the two of them staring into each others eyes and not moving, her holding his shirt and him protecting his pride, Savio relented and Ireth pulled the top up and over his head as quickly as she could. The quicker she got it off, the faster he could cover himself up again.

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[Savio]

Savio’s breathing had sped up and he kept his eyes down at his lap. His thoughts were in a whirlwind until he felt her hands on him once again, and heard the breathlessness in her voice. He ventured to look up to see a scarlet face staring at his. He gulped, his Adam’s apple bobbing yet he did not break eye contract for once. The whirlwind of his mind was starting to calm and move into another direction he had yet to figure out.

She tugged at his shirt until it reached under his arms, but he refused to move his hands enough for her to continue. No matter what he thought about, or how horrible the situation got, his condition stayed steadfast and that voice she used to beseech him to move his hand only made it more difficult.

He finally gave in to her and lifted his armed, the exposed muscles of his chest flexing with his movements. Long hours of training had sculpted his body in to that of an athlete. He may not have the massive bulk that Ximal had but there wasn’t an ounce of unnecessary fat on his body, and his chest only had the slightest dusting of hair.

There was something about him losing his shirt that made him relax. Like a barrier had been removed and he found himself to be just slightly more comfortable. His hands did not return to his lap, but rather reached out to Ireth and grasped her hips lightly and pulled her to him so that she stood between his legs. He licked his lips and looked up at her, his grey eyes smoldering.

He questioned himself time and time again, shocked at the brazenness of his actions but he didn’t stop. His left hand reached up and tenderly stroked her cheek, his callused fingers caressing the soft flesh of her face. He pulled her face closer to his as he leaned forward, his gaze shifting from her eyes to her pink lips. He paused just a hair’s breath away from her’s, hoping that she would close the distance as he whispered, “Ireth…”

[Ireth Telemnar]

Ireth could have sworn that her heart jumped up and into her throat when Savio took a hold of her hips. His grip was firm, almost possessive, and she rested her hands upon his bare shoulders. They were so well-muscled, so finely wrought.

Savio stroked her cheek, and she leaned into his touch, drawing in a shaky breath and closing her eyes. He was so gentle, so true. Had they really only just met?

When he pulled her closer and closer, Ireth's body felt like it was underwater. Every movement, every tingle, she was aware of and it made her heart beat.

When he finally brought her up to his face, she was so sure that she'd never breath again. Then, in the most seductive way possible, he whispered her name. Ireth took a sharp breath in and smiled, ever so slightly. She traced the fingers of her right hand along Savio's collarbone and up his neck, cupping his cheek. Giving in, Ireth pressed her eager lips to Savio's. His mouth molded immediately into her's, and she simply melted at his touch.

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