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Hector's duty had been done, as gruesome as it had been. It was certainly not how he expected the day to go, and he still had to find time in this day or early the next to meet with Aimias before returning to Arcana. He could not linger here, not only so he could return to his duties and to his family, but simply for the way this city made him feel now.
This time of hardship was felt throughout the kingdom, in a further extreme than he expected to follow the death of a monarch. Yes, there were other issues as well - the engorged tax rate, rise of frustrations with the hungry masses, and the lack of any sort of authority since Queen Persephone's disappearance - but he simply wanted to return home.
It was selfish in its own right for him to long for the simplicity of his life in Arcana, and seeing Demi's face at the Loutra in the midst of all the chaos only made him pine for it further.
Upon his dismissal from the retinue that delivered the corpse to the Master Informer and the royal physician, he immediately made haste to the boarding house adjacent to the market. Demi would be there, or so he hoped.
At the Loutra, he had bathed and is clothes had dried again, but he could not help but feel a lingering disgust over his skin. He did not know whether it was accrued from moving through the ever growing filth of the city streets or if it was a trick of the mind, knowing that the water he stepped into had been shared by a soul lost. A lingering burn of threatening bile seemed to sit at the bottom of his throat from early in the morning, and it was hardly midday.
Striding up the stairs of the boarding house, he made his way to his room, unlatching the door, eyes alert until they found her.
"Demi," he said, relief filling his voice, the word almost the exhale of a breathe he did not realize he was holding. As irrational as it was, he feared he would return here and she would be gone.
Just like when she left for Athenia nearly a month ago with little notice. That thought tugged at the back of his mind. But, for this particular moment, he did not think about anything beyond the few steps it took to cross the room to her and to have his arms around her once again.
He did so, immediately holding her to his chest as another exhaled sigh of relief escaped him, hidden in a kiss that he pressed just above her temple.
"Are you alright?" he asked, the words half muffled in the loose curls of her hair as he held her there, not keen on pulling away from her anytime soon.
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Hector's duty had been done, as gruesome as it had been. It was certainly not how he expected the day to go, and he still had to find time in this day or early the next to meet with Aimias before returning to Arcana. He could not linger here, not only so he could return to his duties and to his family, but simply for the way this city made him feel now.
This time of hardship was felt throughout the kingdom, in a further extreme than he expected to follow the death of a monarch. Yes, there were other issues as well - the engorged tax rate, rise of frustrations with the hungry masses, and the lack of any sort of authority since Queen Persephone's disappearance - but he simply wanted to return home.
It was selfish in its own right for him to long for the simplicity of his life in Arcana, and seeing Demi's face at the Loutra in the midst of all the chaos only made him pine for it further.
Upon his dismissal from the retinue that delivered the corpse to the Master Informer and the royal physician, he immediately made haste to the boarding house adjacent to the market. Demi would be there, or so he hoped.
At the Loutra, he had bathed and is clothes had dried again, but he could not help but feel a lingering disgust over his skin. He did not know whether it was accrued from moving through the ever growing filth of the city streets or if it was a trick of the mind, knowing that the water he stepped into had been shared by a soul lost. A lingering burn of threatening bile seemed to sit at the bottom of his throat from early in the morning, and it was hardly midday.
Striding up the stairs of the boarding house, he made his way to his room, unlatching the door, eyes alert until they found her.
"Demi," he said, relief filling his voice, the word almost the exhale of a breathe he did not realize he was holding. As irrational as it was, he feared he would return here and she would be gone.
Just like when she left for Athenia nearly a month ago with little notice. That thought tugged at the back of his mind. But, for this particular moment, he did not think about anything beyond the few steps it took to cross the room to her and to have his arms around her once again.
He did so, immediately holding her to his chest as another exhaled sigh of relief escaped him, hidden in a kiss that he pressed just above her temple.
"Are you alright?" he asked, the words half muffled in the loose curls of her hair as he held her there, not keen on pulling away from her anytime soon.
Hector's duty had been done, as gruesome as it had been. It was certainly not how he expected the day to go, and he still had to find time in this day or early the next to meet with Aimias before returning to Arcana. He could not linger here, not only so he could return to his duties and to his family, but simply for the way this city made him feel now.
This time of hardship was felt throughout the kingdom, in a further extreme than he expected to follow the death of a monarch. Yes, there were other issues as well - the engorged tax rate, rise of frustrations with the hungry masses, and the lack of any sort of authority since Queen Persephone's disappearance - but he simply wanted to return home.
It was selfish in its own right for him to long for the simplicity of his life in Arcana, and seeing Demi's face at the Loutra in the midst of all the chaos only made him pine for it further.
Upon his dismissal from the retinue that delivered the corpse to the Master Informer and the royal physician, he immediately made haste to the boarding house adjacent to the market. Demi would be there, or so he hoped.
At the Loutra, he had bathed and is clothes had dried again, but he could not help but feel a lingering disgust over his skin. He did not know whether it was accrued from moving through the ever growing filth of the city streets or if it was a trick of the mind, knowing that the water he stepped into had been shared by a soul lost. A lingering burn of threatening bile seemed to sit at the bottom of his throat from early in the morning, and it was hardly midday.
Striding up the stairs of the boarding house, he made his way to his room, unlatching the door, eyes alert until they found her.
"Demi," he said, relief filling his voice, the word almost the exhale of a breathe he did not realize he was holding. As irrational as it was, he feared he would return here and she would be gone.
Just like when she left for Athenia nearly a month ago with little notice. That thought tugged at the back of his mind. But, for this particular moment, he did not think about anything beyond the few steps it took to cross the room to her and to have his arms around her once again.
He did so, immediately holding her to his chest as another exhaled sigh of relief escaped him, hidden in a kiss that he pressed just above her temple.
"Are you alright?" he asked, the words half muffled in the loose curls of her hair as he held her there, not keen on pulling away from her anytime soon.
Her anxiety had climbed the longer she waited. It already took quite a bit to get admitted into the boarding house to find Hector's room, but Demi had not wanted to remain in the rowdy, noisy mess hall where rumors were already beginning to fly regarding the dead girl's body found in the Loutra. It amazed Demi how fast rumor's flew in the capitol, even faster then it did in the small province of Arcana they stayed in.
Despite the crowded area though, the mess hall was still miles better then the places Demi has had to resort to staying ever since leaving the employ of Elias of Stravos, but she was doubting she'd ever feel comfortable in her own skin until her lover made it there.
Through cajoling and some fluttering eyelashes, the girl eventually managed to find out and gain entry into the room, which was where Hector would see the brunette perched on the edge of the bed, her feet tapping nervously on the wooden planked floor as she waited.
When the lock clicked and the latched swung open, her heart almost stopped as she waited with bated breath, each muscle frozen until the familiar, loved face of Hector walked in. Breathing out a sigh of relief that felt like a balloon within her, the scarf she had around her shoulders slid off as she got up and met Hector halfway, her arms finding their hold around his waist as her whole body's muscles relaxed the momen his arms closed around hers. It was the most familiar 'home' she's ever had in his arms, a place where the lifelong body slave had found somewhere she didn't have to pretend.
Nodding against his chest, Demi took a deep breath, trying to remember his scent and his warmth. She had expected to be away for a week at most, but had not been able to deny nor reject when it was Elias of Stravos demanding her to remain for a week longer. Sending a missive had been a fruitless attempt, and then she had been left coinless in her attempts to find her way back, that Demi was beginning to lose hope - until she saw him in the Loutra. It was a pleasant surprise, but one that was welcome anyhow.
She gulped, swallowing a lump which had somehow formed in her throat, before pushing back a little to peer up at his scraggly, tired looking face. Withdrawing an arm from where they had been wrapped around his waist, she cupped his face, brushing the pad of her thumb across his cheeks and lips, whilst her eyes scanned his visage. "Are you alright?" she asked in return, knowing he probably had a task list a mile long to do even after she had left. "What happened?"
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Her anxiety had climbed the longer she waited. It already took quite a bit to get admitted into the boarding house to find Hector's room, but Demi had not wanted to remain in the rowdy, noisy mess hall where rumors were already beginning to fly regarding the dead girl's body found in the Loutra. It amazed Demi how fast rumor's flew in the capitol, even faster then it did in the small province of Arcana they stayed in.
Despite the crowded area though, the mess hall was still miles better then the places Demi has had to resort to staying ever since leaving the employ of Elias of Stravos, but she was doubting she'd ever feel comfortable in her own skin until her lover made it there.
Through cajoling and some fluttering eyelashes, the girl eventually managed to find out and gain entry into the room, which was where Hector would see the brunette perched on the edge of the bed, her feet tapping nervously on the wooden planked floor as she waited.
When the lock clicked and the latched swung open, her heart almost stopped as she waited with bated breath, each muscle frozen until the familiar, loved face of Hector walked in. Breathing out a sigh of relief that felt like a balloon within her, the scarf she had around her shoulders slid off as she got up and met Hector halfway, her arms finding their hold around his waist as her whole body's muscles relaxed the momen his arms closed around hers. It was the most familiar 'home' she's ever had in his arms, a place where the lifelong body slave had found somewhere she didn't have to pretend.
Nodding against his chest, Demi took a deep breath, trying to remember his scent and his warmth. She had expected to be away for a week at most, but had not been able to deny nor reject when it was Elias of Stravos demanding her to remain for a week longer. Sending a missive had been a fruitless attempt, and then she had been left coinless in her attempts to find her way back, that Demi was beginning to lose hope - until she saw him in the Loutra. It was a pleasant surprise, but one that was welcome anyhow.
She gulped, swallowing a lump which had somehow formed in her throat, before pushing back a little to peer up at his scraggly, tired looking face. Withdrawing an arm from where they had been wrapped around his waist, she cupped his face, brushing the pad of her thumb across his cheeks and lips, whilst her eyes scanned his visage. "Are you alright?" she asked in return, knowing he probably had a task list a mile long to do even after she had left. "What happened?"
Her anxiety had climbed the longer she waited. It already took quite a bit to get admitted into the boarding house to find Hector's room, but Demi had not wanted to remain in the rowdy, noisy mess hall where rumors were already beginning to fly regarding the dead girl's body found in the Loutra. It amazed Demi how fast rumor's flew in the capitol, even faster then it did in the small province of Arcana they stayed in.
Despite the crowded area though, the mess hall was still miles better then the places Demi has had to resort to staying ever since leaving the employ of Elias of Stravos, but she was doubting she'd ever feel comfortable in her own skin until her lover made it there.
Through cajoling and some fluttering eyelashes, the girl eventually managed to find out and gain entry into the room, which was where Hector would see the brunette perched on the edge of the bed, her feet tapping nervously on the wooden planked floor as she waited.
When the lock clicked and the latched swung open, her heart almost stopped as she waited with bated breath, each muscle frozen until the familiar, loved face of Hector walked in. Breathing out a sigh of relief that felt like a balloon within her, the scarf she had around her shoulders slid off as she got up and met Hector halfway, her arms finding their hold around his waist as her whole body's muscles relaxed the momen his arms closed around hers. It was the most familiar 'home' she's ever had in his arms, a place where the lifelong body slave had found somewhere she didn't have to pretend.
Nodding against his chest, Demi took a deep breath, trying to remember his scent and his warmth. She had expected to be away for a week at most, but had not been able to deny nor reject when it was Elias of Stravos demanding her to remain for a week longer. Sending a missive had been a fruitless attempt, and then she had been left coinless in her attempts to find her way back, that Demi was beginning to lose hope - until she saw him in the Loutra. It was a pleasant surprise, but one that was welcome anyhow.
She gulped, swallowing a lump which had somehow formed in her throat, before pushing back a little to peer up at his scraggly, tired looking face. Withdrawing an arm from where they had been wrapped around his waist, she cupped his face, brushing the pad of her thumb across his cheeks and lips, whilst her eyes scanned his visage. "Are you alright?" she asked in return, knowing he probably had a task list a mile long to do even after she had left. "What happened?"
Once she was in his arms, the flutter of concern that batted its wings against his ribcage began to return to roost. With calloused fingertips, gently stroked at her hair, partially in comfort but partially to keep the delicate strands from clinging to rough shadow of salt and pepper hair that had started to form along his chin and went unaddressed due to the morning's events.
The warmth of her against his chest was quietly comforting, and if he kept his eyes closed, he could almost imagine them holding one another and swaying softly in his home. The sounds of the market through the window shattered such a reality and his eyes flicked open as she pulled back to look up at him. The touch of her thumb across his cheek bone and lip let his eyes flutter closed for a brief moment.
At first, in response to her question about his well-being, all he could manage was a deep breath and prolonged puff of air. The change in the Kingdom over the past weeks - no, months at this point, including the death of the King - was startling. And now, a murder in a bathhouse? A threatening message? This was something out of myth, not reality. How he longed for things to return to the way they were.
"I am," he replied, not certain if it was entirely truthful, but the pride of a soldier would not let something as startling as a dead girl in a pool break his veneer. He was not harmed, but he had more questions than answers now and that led to his frustration.
"Someone is trying to send a message, to cause a panic," Hector started, one of his hands shifting away from around her to assume a usual habit of rubbing the curve of his neck as he drifted down into the muscles of his shoulder, effectively ending their embrace. Never once had he noticed that this was a familiar motion, tied to times when he wanted to offer an explanation but did not know all of the answers. Hector was not a man who liked to speak on speculations and missing information.
"The body has been delivered to the Master Informer," he stated, sticking with the facts as he saw them, "From there, they will seek answers as to who is responsible for this. The Crown Princess will be more heavily guarded henceforth, which is a blessing..."
His brows were drawn with concern as he let his hand fall from his neck with an unsatisfied sigh. The person or persons who did this - did they know Princess Emilia would be at the bathhouse that morning? If so, then having more guards close to her may not solve much...if whoever did this knew of her movements. His hand rand across his face briefly in thought as he turned to sit on the bed in contemplation, elbows on his thighs and his lips pressed against his steepled hands in thought. He did not move from his position as his eyes lifted to watch Demi as she moved closer.
His mind shifted.
Demi had been away from Arcana for some time. A client had called upon her weeks ago, and he had not heard from her since. The issues of Athenia had started to affect Arcana with food supplies and shipping issues, keeping him busy with quelling arguments among citizens and encouraging his patrols through the province to take a bit more time to not let tempers flare over the kingdom-wide hardships. But, now that he was here, he realized how long his bed had been empty, and just how long it had been since he looked upon her.
Of course her features were still marred with concern from the morning, but overall she seemed well enough. Yet, why had she not come back to Arcana?
"I did not think you would be here," he started, stopping his tongue from adding the words this long to the statement. They had grown used to delicately treading through this grey area. Demi was his lover, not his wife....she was also a bought woman by trade. None the less, Hector had given in to the care he held for her all these years, despite all reason calling it madness. All of these facts remained in his mind as he navigated his words. He unsteepled his hands and held one out to guide her to sit by him, "Where are you staying?"
And for how long, his eyes asked silently.
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Once she was in his arms, the flutter of concern that batted its wings against his ribcage began to return to roost. With calloused fingertips, gently stroked at her hair, partially in comfort but partially to keep the delicate strands from clinging to rough shadow of salt and pepper hair that had started to form along his chin and went unaddressed due to the morning's events.
The warmth of her against his chest was quietly comforting, and if he kept his eyes closed, he could almost imagine them holding one another and swaying softly in his home. The sounds of the market through the window shattered such a reality and his eyes flicked open as she pulled back to look up at him. The touch of her thumb across his cheek bone and lip let his eyes flutter closed for a brief moment.
At first, in response to her question about his well-being, all he could manage was a deep breath and prolonged puff of air. The change in the Kingdom over the past weeks - no, months at this point, including the death of the King - was startling. And now, a murder in a bathhouse? A threatening message? This was something out of myth, not reality. How he longed for things to return to the way they were.
"I am," he replied, not certain if it was entirely truthful, but the pride of a soldier would not let something as startling as a dead girl in a pool break his veneer. He was not harmed, but he had more questions than answers now and that led to his frustration.
"Someone is trying to send a message, to cause a panic," Hector started, one of his hands shifting away from around her to assume a usual habit of rubbing the curve of his neck as he drifted down into the muscles of his shoulder, effectively ending their embrace. Never once had he noticed that this was a familiar motion, tied to times when he wanted to offer an explanation but did not know all of the answers. Hector was not a man who liked to speak on speculations and missing information.
"The body has been delivered to the Master Informer," he stated, sticking with the facts as he saw them, "From there, they will seek answers as to who is responsible for this. The Crown Princess will be more heavily guarded henceforth, which is a blessing..."
His brows were drawn with concern as he let his hand fall from his neck with an unsatisfied sigh. The person or persons who did this - did they know Princess Emilia would be at the bathhouse that morning? If so, then having more guards close to her may not solve much...if whoever did this knew of her movements. His hand rand across his face briefly in thought as he turned to sit on the bed in contemplation, elbows on his thighs and his lips pressed against his steepled hands in thought. He did not move from his position as his eyes lifted to watch Demi as she moved closer.
His mind shifted.
Demi had been away from Arcana for some time. A client had called upon her weeks ago, and he had not heard from her since. The issues of Athenia had started to affect Arcana with food supplies and shipping issues, keeping him busy with quelling arguments among citizens and encouraging his patrols through the province to take a bit more time to not let tempers flare over the kingdom-wide hardships. But, now that he was here, he realized how long his bed had been empty, and just how long it had been since he looked upon her.
Of course her features were still marred with concern from the morning, but overall she seemed well enough. Yet, why had she not come back to Arcana?
"I did not think you would be here," he started, stopping his tongue from adding the words this long to the statement. They had grown used to delicately treading through this grey area. Demi was his lover, not his wife....she was also a bought woman by trade. None the less, Hector had given in to the care he held for her all these years, despite all reason calling it madness. All of these facts remained in his mind as he navigated his words. He unsteepled his hands and held one out to guide her to sit by him, "Where are you staying?"
And for how long, his eyes asked silently.
Once she was in his arms, the flutter of concern that batted its wings against his ribcage began to return to roost. With calloused fingertips, gently stroked at her hair, partially in comfort but partially to keep the delicate strands from clinging to rough shadow of salt and pepper hair that had started to form along his chin and went unaddressed due to the morning's events.
The warmth of her against his chest was quietly comforting, and if he kept his eyes closed, he could almost imagine them holding one another and swaying softly in his home. The sounds of the market through the window shattered such a reality and his eyes flicked open as she pulled back to look up at him. The touch of her thumb across his cheek bone and lip let his eyes flutter closed for a brief moment.
At first, in response to her question about his well-being, all he could manage was a deep breath and prolonged puff of air. The change in the Kingdom over the past weeks - no, months at this point, including the death of the King - was startling. And now, a murder in a bathhouse? A threatening message? This was something out of myth, not reality. How he longed for things to return to the way they were.
"I am," he replied, not certain if it was entirely truthful, but the pride of a soldier would not let something as startling as a dead girl in a pool break his veneer. He was not harmed, but he had more questions than answers now and that led to his frustration.
"Someone is trying to send a message, to cause a panic," Hector started, one of his hands shifting away from around her to assume a usual habit of rubbing the curve of his neck as he drifted down into the muscles of his shoulder, effectively ending their embrace. Never once had he noticed that this was a familiar motion, tied to times when he wanted to offer an explanation but did not know all of the answers. Hector was not a man who liked to speak on speculations and missing information.
"The body has been delivered to the Master Informer," he stated, sticking with the facts as he saw them, "From there, they will seek answers as to who is responsible for this. The Crown Princess will be more heavily guarded henceforth, which is a blessing..."
His brows were drawn with concern as he let his hand fall from his neck with an unsatisfied sigh. The person or persons who did this - did they know Princess Emilia would be at the bathhouse that morning? If so, then having more guards close to her may not solve much...if whoever did this knew of her movements. His hand rand across his face briefly in thought as he turned to sit on the bed in contemplation, elbows on his thighs and his lips pressed against his steepled hands in thought. He did not move from his position as his eyes lifted to watch Demi as she moved closer.
His mind shifted.
Demi had been away from Arcana for some time. A client had called upon her weeks ago, and he had not heard from her since. The issues of Athenia had started to affect Arcana with food supplies and shipping issues, keeping him busy with quelling arguments among citizens and encouraging his patrols through the province to take a bit more time to not let tempers flare over the kingdom-wide hardships. But, now that he was here, he realized how long his bed had been empty, and just how long it had been since he looked upon her.
Of course her features were still marred with concern from the morning, but overall she seemed well enough. Yet, why had she not come back to Arcana?
"I did not think you would be here," he started, stopping his tongue from adding the words this long to the statement. They had grown used to delicately treading through this grey area. Demi was his lover, not his wife....she was also a bought woman by trade. None the less, Hector had given in to the care he held for her all these years, despite all reason calling it madness. All of these facts remained in his mind as he navigated his words. He unsteepled his hands and held one out to guide her to sit by him, "Where are you staying?"
And for how long, his eyes asked silently.
The tight knot in her heart loosened a little as he confirmed he was alright, even if he wasn't being entirely truthful, that he could half-lie was enough for Demi. The woman trusted herself to be able to catch if Hector was ever truly in trouble, but he had managed to make his way back to find her as he had promised, and Demi would take little blessings as they came. His short summary of what's happened was not a surprise, but that they would target the young princess was a surprise to Demi. After leaving Elias's employ almost three weeks ago, Demi had heard much about young Emilia's absence, and the rumors as to why. She knew however, that there was no concrete evidence, so why do they want to target someone so young as the princess?
Her eyes followed his hands moving down the curve of his neck, a habit she's noticed came whenever Hector could not give an answer he was satisfied with. But she knew why - hardly anyone knew the full story of what was happening behind the scenes. Even all the way back in Arcana, all sort of rumors flew, and she had heard more ever since she's been floating aimlessly in Athenia as she tried to find her way back home.
Following his movements as he moved to sit on the bed, Demi took his hand and sat down next to him, just a palm's length away as she kept her hands within his hold, but bit her bottom lip at his statement, one that required Demi to explain her absence. Momentarily her eyes averted. How much could she tell him? Elias had been a good client, but she doubted Hector would like that he had been her customer. She knew of Hector's loyalty to Persephone, and what whispers Demi has heard whileshe was within the Stravos household was enough to know that despite his words, Elias of Stravos had no wish for the missing Queen to return.
"I.... had been..." She had been staying at the tavern for a week after she left Elias's employment, but when Demi had realized her coin was quickly dwindling as she failed time and again to find transport to return to Arcana, she had taken to sleeping in the stables of taverns. Not something Hector would enjoy to hear, but Demi had never been a proliferate liar. "Taking up residences in taverns." she murmured, avoiding exactly where in taverns she had been sleeping.
"I did not think I would be here this long either, but it my client ended a few weeks ago, and I have been finding it difficult to find transport to return to Arcana." The hand in his gave it a squeeze, a ghost of a smile on her lips. "I had thought my coin earned from Athenia could sustain me for awhile, but the Gods seems to love a joke." Demi wryly commented, finally shooting a look at her lover. Usually when she earned enough coin to last her, Demi would opt not to take lovers, for she knew it was a tenuous topic between herself and Hector and she occasionally wanted to at least keep the man happy.
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The tight knot in her heart loosened a little as he confirmed he was alright, even if he wasn't being entirely truthful, that he could half-lie was enough for Demi. The woman trusted herself to be able to catch if Hector was ever truly in trouble, but he had managed to make his way back to find her as he had promised, and Demi would take little blessings as they came. His short summary of what's happened was not a surprise, but that they would target the young princess was a surprise to Demi. After leaving Elias's employ almost three weeks ago, Demi had heard much about young Emilia's absence, and the rumors as to why. She knew however, that there was no concrete evidence, so why do they want to target someone so young as the princess?
Her eyes followed his hands moving down the curve of his neck, a habit she's noticed came whenever Hector could not give an answer he was satisfied with. But she knew why - hardly anyone knew the full story of what was happening behind the scenes. Even all the way back in Arcana, all sort of rumors flew, and she had heard more ever since she's been floating aimlessly in Athenia as she tried to find her way back home.
Following his movements as he moved to sit on the bed, Demi took his hand and sat down next to him, just a palm's length away as she kept her hands within his hold, but bit her bottom lip at his statement, one that required Demi to explain her absence. Momentarily her eyes averted. How much could she tell him? Elias had been a good client, but she doubted Hector would like that he had been her customer. She knew of Hector's loyalty to Persephone, and what whispers Demi has heard whileshe was within the Stravos household was enough to know that despite his words, Elias of Stravos had no wish for the missing Queen to return.
"I.... had been..." She had been staying at the tavern for a week after she left Elias's employment, but when Demi had realized her coin was quickly dwindling as she failed time and again to find transport to return to Arcana, she had taken to sleeping in the stables of taverns. Not something Hector would enjoy to hear, but Demi had never been a proliferate liar. "Taking up residences in taverns." she murmured, avoiding exactly where in taverns she had been sleeping.
"I did not think I would be here this long either, but it my client ended a few weeks ago, and I have been finding it difficult to find transport to return to Arcana." The hand in his gave it a squeeze, a ghost of a smile on her lips. "I had thought my coin earned from Athenia could sustain me for awhile, but the Gods seems to love a joke." Demi wryly commented, finally shooting a look at her lover. Usually when she earned enough coin to last her, Demi would opt not to take lovers, for she knew it was a tenuous topic between herself and Hector and she occasionally wanted to at least keep the man happy.
The tight knot in her heart loosened a little as he confirmed he was alright, even if he wasn't being entirely truthful, that he could half-lie was enough for Demi. The woman trusted herself to be able to catch if Hector was ever truly in trouble, but he had managed to make his way back to find her as he had promised, and Demi would take little blessings as they came. His short summary of what's happened was not a surprise, but that they would target the young princess was a surprise to Demi. After leaving Elias's employ almost three weeks ago, Demi had heard much about young Emilia's absence, and the rumors as to why. She knew however, that there was no concrete evidence, so why do they want to target someone so young as the princess?
Her eyes followed his hands moving down the curve of his neck, a habit she's noticed came whenever Hector could not give an answer he was satisfied with. But she knew why - hardly anyone knew the full story of what was happening behind the scenes. Even all the way back in Arcana, all sort of rumors flew, and she had heard more ever since she's been floating aimlessly in Athenia as she tried to find her way back home.
Following his movements as he moved to sit on the bed, Demi took his hand and sat down next to him, just a palm's length away as she kept her hands within his hold, but bit her bottom lip at his statement, one that required Demi to explain her absence. Momentarily her eyes averted. How much could she tell him? Elias had been a good client, but she doubted Hector would like that he had been her customer. She knew of Hector's loyalty to Persephone, and what whispers Demi has heard whileshe was within the Stravos household was enough to know that despite his words, Elias of Stravos had no wish for the missing Queen to return.
"I.... had been..." She had been staying at the tavern for a week after she left Elias's employment, but when Demi had realized her coin was quickly dwindling as she failed time and again to find transport to return to Arcana, she had taken to sleeping in the stables of taverns. Not something Hector would enjoy to hear, but Demi had never been a proliferate liar. "Taking up residences in taverns." she murmured, avoiding exactly where in taverns she had been sleeping.
"I did not think I would be here this long either, but it my client ended a few weeks ago, and I have been finding it difficult to find transport to return to Arcana." The hand in his gave it a squeeze, a ghost of a smile on her lips. "I had thought my coin earned from Athenia could sustain me for awhile, but the Gods seems to love a joke." Demi wryly commented, finally shooting a look at her lover. Usually when she earned enough coin to last her, Demi would opt not to take lovers, for she knew it was a tenuous topic between herself and Hector and she occasionally wanted to at least keep the man happy.
There was a slight moment of him relenting to the comfort of having her by his side, the slight sinking of the mattress next to him almost like proof that she was real. They were lovers, they were friends, they were confidantes...they trusted one another with not only their lives, but for Hector, he trusted her with the lives of his daughters as well. All of that would have only made it more confusing for this partnership not to progress any further, even here nearly a decade into its lifespan.
Yet, even though he eyed her with what could only be described as faint apprehension lightly dusted over the overwhelming care he felt for her, he heard her answer his questions...and his expression fell.
Hector did not like secrets. It burned him inside not knowing all the information to, well, nearly everything. His proactive and protective nature drove his need to know all aspects of things so that he could do what he felt he had been placed in this mortal life to do: take care of those in his life.
Demi's deft avoidance of a direct answer was far from a comfort that his mind needed, and only managed to spur it in other direction. While he was not one to spiral into panicked thoughts, he was still quick to think on worst-case-scenarios, if only to give himself the best opportunity possible to avoid problems.
Well, this problem was one he was not able to solve.
And, as much as he cared for her, Demi made it difficult.
"You could not send a letter?" Hector said, the words slipping out before he could stop them, and his expression clenching and glancing away with a small shake of his head, indicating that he knew he should not have said it. If the coin ran out, it ran out - he knew that all too well - but still, it irked him, prodding at his sleeping beast of a temper that he had been quite careful to keep together. Yet, the stress of the day and the situations that he could not help - Aridane at home, Ismene being Ismene, the constant travel, the civil discord, and now Demi's circumstance in the capital - had it tousling in its roost at the base of his throat. He swallowed a moment as if to keep it quelled, at least for now.
The humor she tried to inject in the conversation did not land well with him, as he returned a flat, unmoving expression in response. Removing one of his hands from where he held hers, he rubbed it across his face as he knew the box he was about to reopen.
In the month she had been gone, as the kingdom seemed to dissolve around them, Hector felt the distinct urge to tie invisible lines to the ones he cared about and to keep them close to him. For Ariadne, it had become the easiest if only by force now, along with Gregor since his return. But for Ismene and Demi? It had been a struggle - one out of stubbornness, the other out of some sense of necessity that he had grown tired of in bouts here and there. This, now, was one of those times.
"Demi," he started, taking in a deep breath at first and then slowly releasing it, knowing that he was about to tread in to treacherous waters that hadn't been touched in some time. "I'm....going to ask you a question - again - and you're going to say no - again - but I...I need you to consider it this time. Really."
His feet told him to move, so he obeyed, shifting to stand from the bed. His hand made another pass over his face as he attempted to pace the room but found too small. Instead, he settled on placing one hand on the wall, ever so slightly leaning his weight against it. Glancing up to the ceiling, as if he could see up through to the heavens for some guidance in his words, he puffed a breath again.
"I do not like not knowing if you are safe and well...and after today, I ...," he pausing extremely briefly before sensing her initial reaction. He followed up quickly with his words, pushing them forward with more volume so he could drown out any protest she would try to make to interrupt him, "The kingdom is in strife unlike that any of us have seen and there are more questions than answers on the horizon. I want those I care about to be close. You, the girls, Gregor...I want you in Arcana where I can keep you safe."
After a pause and a moment, he turned his head to look her dead on, with a question that he had asked her before and prepared for the answer he always received.
"I want you to marry me."
It was straightforward. It was unromantic. It was nothing like the way it was told in the fairytales and the myths of old. Mostly, because it was a question that had been thrown at the wall with futility and a consistent response of - no. Or, as Demi was prone to do, with a very specific stipulation.
"Before you say no...!" he quickly followed, snapping in a louder volume than necessary, pausing to take a breath and steady himself again, the temper-beast at the base of his throat waking and trying to pry through, ready for the bout that was inevitable before them, "Think of it...please. I can take care of you, of all of us. It will hardly be any different than how we have lived so far, but...you will not be obligated to travel for...clients...and live with that uncertainty, ever again."
Ding. There it was.
He should not have even brought it up in his part of the argument, and his face contorted as if to try to erase the words he said and backtrack, pushing away from the wall and simply gesturing in the air with a familiar motion - somewhere between a hand flap of exasperation and pointing at an invisible issue in the room. As if to say 'well, that is that' when instead he said...
"So, just marry me. Simple as that."
The temper in his throat was coiled and ready, knowing and ready for the next bout of an all-too-familiar dance. As always, it would end poorly. He knew it. But, it had been quite a few seasons without it, so here it went.
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There was a slight moment of him relenting to the comfort of having her by his side, the slight sinking of the mattress next to him almost like proof that she was real. They were lovers, they were friends, they were confidantes...they trusted one another with not only their lives, but for Hector, he trusted her with the lives of his daughters as well. All of that would have only made it more confusing for this partnership not to progress any further, even here nearly a decade into its lifespan.
Yet, even though he eyed her with what could only be described as faint apprehension lightly dusted over the overwhelming care he felt for her, he heard her answer his questions...and his expression fell.
Hector did not like secrets. It burned him inside not knowing all the information to, well, nearly everything. His proactive and protective nature drove his need to know all aspects of things so that he could do what he felt he had been placed in this mortal life to do: take care of those in his life.
Demi's deft avoidance of a direct answer was far from a comfort that his mind needed, and only managed to spur it in other direction. While he was not one to spiral into panicked thoughts, he was still quick to think on worst-case-scenarios, if only to give himself the best opportunity possible to avoid problems.
Well, this problem was one he was not able to solve.
And, as much as he cared for her, Demi made it difficult.
"You could not send a letter?" Hector said, the words slipping out before he could stop them, and his expression clenching and glancing away with a small shake of his head, indicating that he knew he should not have said it. If the coin ran out, it ran out - he knew that all too well - but still, it irked him, prodding at his sleeping beast of a temper that he had been quite careful to keep together. Yet, the stress of the day and the situations that he could not help - Aridane at home, Ismene being Ismene, the constant travel, the civil discord, and now Demi's circumstance in the capital - had it tousling in its roost at the base of his throat. He swallowed a moment as if to keep it quelled, at least for now.
The humor she tried to inject in the conversation did not land well with him, as he returned a flat, unmoving expression in response. Removing one of his hands from where he held hers, he rubbed it across his face as he knew the box he was about to reopen.
In the month she had been gone, as the kingdom seemed to dissolve around them, Hector felt the distinct urge to tie invisible lines to the ones he cared about and to keep them close to him. For Ariadne, it had become the easiest if only by force now, along with Gregor since his return. But for Ismene and Demi? It had been a struggle - one out of stubbornness, the other out of some sense of necessity that he had grown tired of in bouts here and there. This, now, was one of those times.
"Demi," he started, taking in a deep breath at first and then slowly releasing it, knowing that he was about to tread in to treacherous waters that hadn't been touched in some time. "I'm....going to ask you a question - again - and you're going to say no - again - but I...I need you to consider it this time. Really."
His feet told him to move, so he obeyed, shifting to stand from the bed. His hand made another pass over his face as he attempted to pace the room but found too small. Instead, he settled on placing one hand on the wall, ever so slightly leaning his weight against it. Glancing up to the ceiling, as if he could see up through to the heavens for some guidance in his words, he puffed a breath again.
"I do not like not knowing if you are safe and well...and after today, I ...," he pausing extremely briefly before sensing her initial reaction. He followed up quickly with his words, pushing them forward with more volume so he could drown out any protest she would try to make to interrupt him, "The kingdom is in strife unlike that any of us have seen and there are more questions than answers on the horizon. I want those I care about to be close. You, the girls, Gregor...I want you in Arcana where I can keep you safe."
After a pause and a moment, he turned his head to look her dead on, with a question that he had asked her before and prepared for the answer he always received.
"I want you to marry me."
It was straightforward. It was unromantic. It was nothing like the way it was told in the fairytales and the myths of old. Mostly, because it was a question that had been thrown at the wall with futility and a consistent response of - no. Or, as Demi was prone to do, with a very specific stipulation.
"Before you say no...!" he quickly followed, snapping in a louder volume than necessary, pausing to take a breath and steady himself again, the temper-beast at the base of his throat waking and trying to pry through, ready for the bout that was inevitable before them, "Think of it...please. I can take care of you, of all of us. It will hardly be any different than how we have lived so far, but...you will not be obligated to travel for...clients...and live with that uncertainty, ever again."
Ding. There it was.
He should not have even brought it up in his part of the argument, and his face contorted as if to try to erase the words he said and backtrack, pushing away from the wall and simply gesturing in the air with a familiar motion - somewhere between a hand flap of exasperation and pointing at an invisible issue in the room. As if to say 'well, that is that' when instead he said...
"So, just marry me. Simple as that."
The temper in his throat was coiled and ready, knowing and ready for the next bout of an all-too-familiar dance. As always, it would end poorly. He knew it. But, it had been quite a few seasons without it, so here it went.
There was a slight moment of him relenting to the comfort of having her by his side, the slight sinking of the mattress next to him almost like proof that she was real. They were lovers, they were friends, they were confidantes...they trusted one another with not only their lives, but for Hector, he trusted her with the lives of his daughters as well. All of that would have only made it more confusing for this partnership not to progress any further, even here nearly a decade into its lifespan.
Yet, even though he eyed her with what could only be described as faint apprehension lightly dusted over the overwhelming care he felt for her, he heard her answer his questions...and his expression fell.
Hector did not like secrets. It burned him inside not knowing all the information to, well, nearly everything. His proactive and protective nature drove his need to know all aspects of things so that he could do what he felt he had been placed in this mortal life to do: take care of those in his life.
Demi's deft avoidance of a direct answer was far from a comfort that his mind needed, and only managed to spur it in other direction. While he was not one to spiral into panicked thoughts, he was still quick to think on worst-case-scenarios, if only to give himself the best opportunity possible to avoid problems.
Well, this problem was one he was not able to solve.
And, as much as he cared for her, Demi made it difficult.
"You could not send a letter?" Hector said, the words slipping out before he could stop them, and his expression clenching and glancing away with a small shake of his head, indicating that he knew he should not have said it. If the coin ran out, it ran out - he knew that all too well - but still, it irked him, prodding at his sleeping beast of a temper that he had been quite careful to keep together. Yet, the stress of the day and the situations that he could not help - Aridane at home, Ismene being Ismene, the constant travel, the civil discord, and now Demi's circumstance in the capital - had it tousling in its roost at the base of his throat. He swallowed a moment as if to keep it quelled, at least for now.
The humor she tried to inject in the conversation did not land well with him, as he returned a flat, unmoving expression in response. Removing one of his hands from where he held hers, he rubbed it across his face as he knew the box he was about to reopen.
In the month she had been gone, as the kingdom seemed to dissolve around them, Hector felt the distinct urge to tie invisible lines to the ones he cared about and to keep them close to him. For Ariadne, it had become the easiest if only by force now, along with Gregor since his return. But for Ismene and Demi? It had been a struggle - one out of stubbornness, the other out of some sense of necessity that he had grown tired of in bouts here and there. This, now, was one of those times.
"Demi," he started, taking in a deep breath at first and then slowly releasing it, knowing that he was about to tread in to treacherous waters that hadn't been touched in some time. "I'm....going to ask you a question - again - and you're going to say no - again - but I...I need you to consider it this time. Really."
His feet told him to move, so he obeyed, shifting to stand from the bed. His hand made another pass over his face as he attempted to pace the room but found too small. Instead, he settled on placing one hand on the wall, ever so slightly leaning his weight against it. Glancing up to the ceiling, as if he could see up through to the heavens for some guidance in his words, he puffed a breath again.
"I do not like not knowing if you are safe and well...and after today, I ...," he pausing extremely briefly before sensing her initial reaction. He followed up quickly with his words, pushing them forward with more volume so he could drown out any protest she would try to make to interrupt him, "The kingdom is in strife unlike that any of us have seen and there are more questions than answers on the horizon. I want those I care about to be close. You, the girls, Gregor...I want you in Arcana where I can keep you safe."
After a pause and a moment, he turned his head to look her dead on, with a question that he had asked her before and prepared for the answer he always received.
"I want you to marry me."
It was straightforward. It was unromantic. It was nothing like the way it was told in the fairytales and the myths of old. Mostly, because it was a question that had been thrown at the wall with futility and a consistent response of - no. Or, as Demi was prone to do, with a very specific stipulation.
"Before you say no...!" he quickly followed, snapping in a louder volume than necessary, pausing to take a breath and steady himself again, the temper-beast at the base of his throat waking and trying to pry through, ready for the bout that was inevitable before them, "Think of it...please. I can take care of you, of all of us. It will hardly be any different than how we have lived so far, but...you will not be obligated to travel for...clients...and live with that uncertainty, ever again."
Ding. There it was.
He should not have even brought it up in his part of the argument, and his face contorted as if to try to erase the words he said and backtrack, pushing away from the wall and simply gesturing in the air with a familiar motion - somewhere between a hand flap of exasperation and pointing at an invisible issue in the room. As if to say 'well, that is that' when instead he said...
"So, just marry me. Simple as that."
The temper in his throat was coiled and ready, knowing and ready for the next bout of an all-too-familiar dance. As always, it would end poorly. He knew it. But, it had been quite a few seasons without it, so here it went.
Demi made an exasperated sound, but it was clear Hector had said his words before giving actual thought. Why would she send a letter if she simply wanted to get home to Arcana? Sending a missive would require coin, coin which was very precious to Demi in her precarious situation. As it was, she had barely enough coin to keep a roof over her head, sending a missive had been the last thing on her mind. So instead, the brunette settled for giving her lover a pointed look, before rolling her eyes and then raising a brow when he started again in slow, measured tones.
But before Hector could go very far, it did not take long for the pleasure worker to understand what he was getting at. It was an age-old argument for them both, and neither was willing to budge on their point. For Demi, it was a matter of principle. She had seen a loveless marriage in the form of her parents, and had vowed to never get herself in that situation - even if it meant selling her body, which was exactly what she did now. She loved Hector, or she would not have remained with him for so many years, when so many asked for her to remain as their mistress. Demi had denied all of them, if only to remain with the exasperating captain of Arcana - yet the man also angered her beyond belief.
To marry without love was a principle Demi would never back down on, and until the day he admitted that, she wouldn't agree.
Biting her bottom lip as he said those very same words for what was possibly the sixth, seventh... or was it eighth time? However many it was, Demi always held out hope that this time would be the time he would say it correctly, but even as he blathered on with his usual logical, well thought out reasons, she felt her hope deflate within her. With a hand clasped to her chest as she watched him go on and on, a part of Demi admitted that what he offered was tempting, to call him her husband, to have Ariadne and Ismene as her daughters and to actually feel at home in his home, instead of always feeling like a transient guest.
But she did not want to marry on the basis of logic.
She let silence fell between them with his final words for what felt like a very pregnant pause, the whole time her gaze unwavering from the face she had fell in love with quite some time ago. Hector was steadfast, responsible, kind, gallant, all the things she could only dream of in a husband - but smart, he was not. At least not in the matters of the heart.
Demi took a deep breathe, and then stood up. Without a word, she simply pressed up to him and pressed her lips to his, not wanting to argue with him the first day she's met him again after a whole month. She knew her answer would start an argument - so Demi chose not to answer at all. Instead, she coaxed him to kiss her in return, not letting him speak as she curled her fingers against the front of his tunic until they finally broke apart for air. "I missed you, Hector. I don't want to argue with you. Not now." Her tone was heartbreakingly soft, genuinety ringing clear in the undertone of her voice as she pleaded with him with her gaze, willing him to not pick a fight with her.
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Demi made an exasperated sound, but it was clear Hector had said his words before giving actual thought. Why would she send a letter if she simply wanted to get home to Arcana? Sending a missive would require coin, coin which was very precious to Demi in her precarious situation. As it was, she had barely enough coin to keep a roof over her head, sending a missive had been the last thing on her mind. So instead, the brunette settled for giving her lover a pointed look, before rolling her eyes and then raising a brow when he started again in slow, measured tones.
But before Hector could go very far, it did not take long for the pleasure worker to understand what he was getting at. It was an age-old argument for them both, and neither was willing to budge on their point. For Demi, it was a matter of principle. She had seen a loveless marriage in the form of her parents, and had vowed to never get herself in that situation - even if it meant selling her body, which was exactly what she did now. She loved Hector, or she would not have remained with him for so many years, when so many asked for her to remain as their mistress. Demi had denied all of them, if only to remain with the exasperating captain of Arcana - yet the man also angered her beyond belief.
To marry without love was a principle Demi would never back down on, and until the day he admitted that, she wouldn't agree.
Biting her bottom lip as he said those very same words for what was possibly the sixth, seventh... or was it eighth time? However many it was, Demi always held out hope that this time would be the time he would say it correctly, but even as he blathered on with his usual logical, well thought out reasons, she felt her hope deflate within her. With a hand clasped to her chest as she watched him go on and on, a part of Demi admitted that what he offered was tempting, to call him her husband, to have Ariadne and Ismene as her daughters and to actually feel at home in his home, instead of always feeling like a transient guest.
But she did not want to marry on the basis of logic.
She let silence fell between them with his final words for what felt like a very pregnant pause, the whole time her gaze unwavering from the face she had fell in love with quite some time ago. Hector was steadfast, responsible, kind, gallant, all the things she could only dream of in a husband - but smart, he was not. At least not in the matters of the heart.
Demi took a deep breathe, and then stood up. Without a word, she simply pressed up to him and pressed her lips to his, not wanting to argue with him the first day she's met him again after a whole month. She knew her answer would start an argument - so Demi chose not to answer at all. Instead, she coaxed him to kiss her in return, not letting him speak as she curled her fingers against the front of his tunic until they finally broke apart for air. "I missed you, Hector. I don't want to argue with you. Not now." Her tone was heartbreakingly soft, genuinety ringing clear in the undertone of her voice as she pleaded with him with her gaze, willing him to not pick a fight with her.
Demi made an exasperated sound, but it was clear Hector had said his words before giving actual thought. Why would she send a letter if she simply wanted to get home to Arcana? Sending a missive would require coin, coin which was very precious to Demi in her precarious situation. As it was, she had barely enough coin to keep a roof over her head, sending a missive had been the last thing on her mind. So instead, the brunette settled for giving her lover a pointed look, before rolling her eyes and then raising a brow when he started again in slow, measured tones.
But before Hector could go very far, it did not take long for the pleasure worker to understand what he was getting at. It was an age-old argument for them both, and neither was willing to budge on their point. For Demi, it was a matter of principle. She had seen a loveless marriage in the form of her parents, and had vowed to never get herself in that situation - even if it meant selling her body, which was exactly what she did now. She loved Hector, or she would not have remained with him for so many years, when so many asked for her to remain as their mistress. Demi had denied all of them, if only to remain with the exasperating captain of Arcana - yet the man also angered her beyond belief.
To marry without love was a principle Demi would never back down on, and until the day he admitted that, she wouldn't agree.
Biting her bottom lip as he said those very same words for what was possibly the sixth, seventh... or was it eighth time? However many it was, Demi always held out hope that this time would be the time he would say it correctly, but even as he blathered on with his usual logical, well thought out reasons, she felt her hope deflate within her. With a hand clasped to her chest as she watched him go on and on, a part of Demi admitted that what he offered was tempting, to call him her husband, to have Ariadne and Ismene as her daughters and to actually feel at home in his home, instead of always feeling like a transient guest.
But she did not want to marry on the basis of logic.
She let silence fell between them with his final words for what felt like a very pregnant pause, the whole time her gaze unwavering from the face she had fell in love with quite some time ago. Hector was steadfast, responsible, kind, gallant, all the things she could only dream of in a husband - but smart, he was not. At least not in the matters of the heart.
Demi took a deep breathe, and then stood up. Without a word, she simply pressed up to him and pressed her lips to his, not wanting to argue with him the first day she's met him again after a whole month. She knew her answer would start an argument - so Demi chose not to answer at all. Instead, she coaxed him to kiss her in return, not letting him speak as she curled her fingers against the front of his tunic until they finally broke apart for air. "I missed you, Hector. I don't want to argue with you. Not now." Her tone was heartbreakingly soft, genuinety ringing clear in the undertone of her voice as she pleaded with him with her gaze, willing him to not pick a fight with her.
For a moment, they were still. Hector stood there, one hand on his hip and the other limp at his side after it gestured at the air, laying the question between them again. Already, he could see it in her eyes - the almost pitying look that caused the temper at the base of his throat to snap its jaws in warning while his face did not moves from its determined expression. His brows were flattened and strong in holding his ground.
The quiet lasted quite a while, and for a moment, he nearly believed that she might relent. Perhaps, he could negotiate something? He was no noble lord of the senate or a swindling merchant with a dockside shop. No, he was a soldier, that could take quite a lot and stand resolute, or choose to push a forward march against this.
The moment she started to stand, his eyes followed the way the fabric of her gown rippled around her hips and thighs. The way she angled her head at him seemed to make her eyes the size of the moon, looking up at him more and more the closer she stepped to him. He assured himself that he was not relenting simply by letting his hands come to rest in their natural place at her waist as she stepped in until they were flush against one another.
His lids fluttered closed as their lips pressed, even though he had not moved from where he stood, using that grounded stance as a way to keep him from losing footing on the issue at hand.
With that being said, something in his chest lifted and swirled away as the kiss persisted. Her scent permeated his senses, and he inhaled deeply through his nose as if to fill his lungs with it more so than the needed air. Though his shoulders remained coiled and tense from the strain of the day, the way his hand splayed across her back, his fingers slotting almost perfectly into the ridges created by her ribcage.
A traitor to his purpose, his other hand drifted up to cradle the back of her neck, his fingertips gingerly navigating through her loosely pinned hair. His thumb traced its way to the curve of her jaw, aimlessly tracing a line there. Hector could have lost himself in her kiss forever, and the wave of desire for her built in a low swell through him, nearly derailing the intentions he laid out.
Then, she spoke.
Her voice. He had missed her voice, her scent, her feel. For an entire month.
"I missed you, too," he murmured, their lips still close enough at the admission for him to press another kiss there as he held her close and she clung to his tunic. Her plea to not argue was almost heard...almost.
Against every fiber of his being, he stopped their kiss. Foreheads pressed together, his eyes clenched tightly as the beast of his temper battled against the creature that controlled his desire within him - a war, in that moment, that felt worse than the carnage he witnessed in Egypt. In that moment, all he wanted to do was to lay claim to her - in one way, as the woman he all too frequently begged to be his wife, and in the other way, by running his hands and his lips across every inch of her skin until the sun rose the next morning.
"Demi..." he murmured, his own voice quieter than it had been in weeks as he broke where their foreheads touched. His eyes met hers and his palm rested on her cheek briefly before his fingertips traced the line along her chin, neck and her collarbone until it rested there.
In his youth, he had been quite a philandering young man with far too much charm in a smile. He knew how to charm a woman, which landed him with two daughters to raise on his own nearly two decades ago. Had it been that long? Still, age could not stave off old habits.
Though the temper in his chest had not been quelled completely, a new approach was clearly needed. He let his hand on her back squeeze her in closer, the pressing of their hips together giving away the influence that she had over him.
"We do not have to argue," he mused, a troublemaker's smirk trying to break through the serious facade as he, leaned in to kiss her once more, letting his lips trail along her jaw kissing just behind her ear as he murmured, "....if you would say yes."
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For a moment, they were still. Hector stood there, one hand on his hip and the other limp at his side after it gestured at the air, laying the question between them again. Already, he could see it in her eyes - the almost pitying look that caused the temper at the base of his throat to snap its jaws in warning while his face did not moves from its determined expression. His brows were flattened and strong in holding his ground.
The quiet lasted quite a while, and for a moment, he nearly believed that she might relent. Perhaps, he could negotiate something? He was no noble lord of the senate or a swindling merchant with a dockside shop. No, he was a soldier, that could take quite a lot and stand resolute, or choose to push a forward march against this.
The moment she started to stand, his eyes followed the way the fabric of her gown rippled around her hips and thighs. The way she angled her head at him seemed to make her eyes the size of the moon, looking up at him more and more the closer she stepped to him. He assured himself that he was not relenting simply by letting his hands come to rest in their natural place at her waist as she stepped in until they were flush against one another.
His lids fluttered closed as their lips pressed, even though he had not moved from where he stood, using that grounded stance as a way to keep him from losing footing on the issue at hand.
With that being said, something in his chest lifted and swirled away as the kiss persisted. Her scent permeated his senses, and he inhaled deeply through his nose as if to fill his lungs with it more so than the needed air. Though his shoulders remained coiled and tense from the strain of the day, the way his hand splayed across her back, his fingers slotting almost perfectly into the ridges created by her ribcage.
A traitor to his purpose, his other hand drifted up to cradle the back of her neck, his fingertips gingerly navigating through her loosely pinned hair. His thumb traced its way to the curve of her jaw, aimlessly tracing a line there. Hector could have lost himself in her kiss forever, and the wave of desire for her built in a low swell through him, nearly derailing the intentions he laid out.
Then, she spoke.
Her voice. He had missed her voice, her scent, her feel. For an entire month.
"I missed you, too," he murmured, their lips still close enough at the admission for him to press another kiss there as he held her close and she clung to his tunic. Her plea to not argue was almost heard...almost.
Against every fiber of his being, he stopped their kiss. Foreheads pressed together, his eyes clenched tightly as the beast of his temper battled against the creature that controlled his desire within him - a war, in that moment, that felt worse than the carnage he witnessed in Egypt. In that moment, all he wanted to do was to lay claim to her - in one way, as the woman he all too frequently begged to be his wife, and in the other way, by running his hands and his lips across every inch of her skin until the sun rose the next morning.
"Demi..." he murmured, his own voice quieter than it had been in weeks as he broke where their foreheads touched. His eyes met hers and his palm rested on her cheek briefly before his fingertips traced the line along her chin, neck and her collarbone until it rested there.
In his youth, he had been quite a philandering young man with far too much charm in a smile. He knew how to charm a woman, which landed him with two daughters to raise on his own nearly two decades ago. Had it been that long? Still, age could not stave off old habits.
Though the temper in his chest had not been quelled completely, a new approach was clearly needed. He let his hand on her back squeeze her in closer, the pressing of their hips together giving away the influence that she had over him.
"We do not have to argue," he mused, a troublemaker's smirk trying to break through the serious facade as he, leaned in to kiss her once more, letting his lips trail along her jaw kissing just behind her ear as he murmured, "....if you would say yes."
For a moment, they were still. Hector stood there, one hand on his hip and the other limp at his side after it gestured at the air, laying the question between them again. Already, he could see it in her eyes - the almost pitying look that caused the temper at the base of his throat to snap its jaws in warning while his face did not moves from its determined expression. His brows were flattened and strong in holding his ground.
The quiet lasted quite a while, and for a moment, he nearly believed that she might relent. Perhaps, he could negotiate something? He was no noble lord of the senate or a swindling merchant with a dockside shop. No, he was a soldier, that could take quite a lot and stand resolute, or choose to push a forward march against this.
The moment she started to stand, his eyes followed the way the fabric of her gown rippled around her hips and thighs. The way she angled her head at him seemed to make her eyes the size of the moon, looking up at him more and more the closer she stepped to him. He assured himself that he was not relenting simply by letting his hands come to rest in their natural place at her waist as she stepped in until they were flush against one another.
His lids fluttered closed as their lips pressed, even though he had not moved from where he stood, using that grounded stance as a way to keep him from losing footing on the issue at hand.
With that being said, something in his chest lifted and swirled away as the kiss persisted. Her scent permeated his senses, and he inhaled deeply through his nose as if to fill his lungs with it more so than the needed air. Though his shoulders remained coiled and tense from the strain of the day, the way his hand splayed across her back, his fingers slotting almost perfectly into the ridges created by her ribcage.
A traitor to his purpose, his other hand drifted up to cradle the back of her neck, his fingertips gingerly navigating through her loosely pinned hair. His thumb traced its way to the curve of her jaw, aimlessly tracing a line there. Hector could have lost himself in her kiss forever, and the wave of desire for her built in a low swell through him, nearly derailing the intentions he laid out.
Then, she spoke.
Her voice. He had missed her voice, her scent, her feel. For an entire month.
"I missed you, too," he murmured, their lips still close enough at the admission for him to press another kiss there as he held her close and she clung to his tunic. Her plea to not argue was almost heard...almost.
Against every fiber of his being, he stopped their kiss. Foreheads pressed together, his eyes clenched tightly as the beast of his temper battled against the creature that controlled his desire within him - a war, in that moment, that felt worse than the carnage he witnessed in Egypt. In that moment, all he wanted to do was to lay claim to her - in one way, as the woman he all too frequently begged to be his wife, and in the other way, by running his hands and his lips across every inch of her skin until the sun rose the next morning.
"Demi..." he murmured, his own voice quieter than it had been in weeks as he broke where their foreheads touched. His eyes met hers and his palm rested on her cheek briefly before his fingertips traced the line along her chin, neck and her collarbone until it rested there.
In his youth, he had been quite a philandering young man with far too much charm in a smile. He knew how to charm a woman, which landed him with two daughters to raise on his own nearly two decades ago. Had it been that long? Still, age could not stave off old habits.
Though the temper in his chest had not been quelled completely, a new approach was clearly needed. He let his hand on her back squeeze her in closer, the pressing of their hips together giving away the influence that she had over him.
"We do not have to argue," he mused, a troublemaker's smirk trying to break through the serious facade as he, leaned in to kiss her once more, letting his lips trail along her jaw kissing just behind her ear as he murmured, "....if you would say yes."
It was a very common argument they often held, one which Demi preferred to avoid at any instance. Hector loved to bring it up, and Demi did not enjoy the denying of her lover. Yet, they could not see eye to eye on the subject of marriage and the way she was supposed to agree. Hector, for all that he was kind, gentle and caring, was so logical and factual that he wanted a marriage based on facts, on what is the best for everyone. Yet for Demi... she wanted far more.
She's been with many clients, seen many whose marriage was in shambles due to their husband's unfaithfulness. Many of them were marriages of conveniences, arranged by parents or done simply because it was efficient and proper. None of them worked, because none of them started off on the right foot. And Demi did not want that for them. The irony of it all was that she denied his various offers of marriage because she loved him. Because of that, she refused to even have the possibility of their relationship souring in the wrong direction.
So as a result, the brunette simply sought to avoid the subject whenever she could. And whenever she couldn't, she used her most wily trick - distraction.
Demi thought she had had him when he returned her kiss so fervantly, but when he stopped it, her eyes fluttered opened in question, before the woman resisted a sigh as she could practically see his temper waging a war within him, a famous temper she's had to save Ariadne and Ismene from more then once.
Leaning against the cradle of his hand on her cheek, she rolled her eyes at the way he twisted his words around, using her own words against his. A wry laugh escaped her lips, but Demi could only shake her head in an amused pattern, before turning to look up at him with a raised brow. "And if I don't?" she murmured in reply, standing on her tip toes again to press her lips against his.
But this time, she pressed her whole body length against his as well, intentionally using the hand against her back to help her as she wrap her arms around his neck, and angled her body in such a way that his growing desire was cradled in between her thighs, her very thinly sheered breasts pressed against his chest. "Would you deny me this?" she breathed against his lips as she spoke, letting them trail downwards until she could nuzzle her nose against his neck. "You've missed me, have you not?"
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It was a very common argument they often held, one which Demi preferred to avoid at any instance. Hector loved to bring it up, and Demi did not enjoy the denying of her lover. Yet, they could not see eye to eye on the subject of marriage and the way she was supposed to agree. Hector, for all that he was kind, gentle and caring, was so logical and factual that he wanted a marriage based on facts, on what is the best for everyone. Yet for Demi... she wanted far more.
She's been with many clients, seen many whose marriage was in shambles due to their husband's unfaithfulness. Many of them were marriages of conveniences, arranged by parents or done simply because it was efficient and proper. None of them worked, because none of them started off on the right foot. And Demi did not want that for them. The irony of it all was that she denied his various offers of marriage because she loved him. Because of that, she refused to even have the possibility of their relationship souring in the wrong direction.
So as a result, the brunette simply sought to avoid the subject whenever she could. And whenever she couldn't, she used her most wily trick - distraction.
Demi thought she had had him when he returned her kiss so fervantly, but when he stopped it, her eyes fluttered opened in question, before the woman resisted a sigh as she could practically see his temper waging a war within him, a famous temper she's had to save Ariadne and Ismene from more then once.
Leaning against the cradle of his hand on her cheek, she rolled her eyes at the way he twisted his words around, using her own words against his. A wry laugh escaped her lips, but Demi could only shake her head in an amused pattern, before turning to look up at him with a raised brow. "And if I don't?" she murmured in reply, standing on her tip toes again to press her lips against his.
But this time, she pressed her whole body length against his as well, intentionally using the hand against her back to help her as she wrap her arms around his neck, and angled her body in such a way that his growing desire was cradled in between her thighs, her very thinly sheered breasts pressed against his chest. "Would you deny me this?" she breathed against his lips as she spoke, letting them trail downwards until she could nuzzle her nose against his neck. "You've missed me, have you not?"
It was a very common argument they often held, one which Demi preferred to avoid at any instance. Hector loved to bring it up, and Demi did not enjoy the denying of her lover. Yet, they could not see eye to eye on the subject of marriage and the way she was supposed to agree. Hector, for all that he was kind, gentle and caring, was so logical and factual that he wanted a marriage based on facts, on what is the best for everyone. Yet for Demi... she wanted far more.
She's been with many clients, seen many whose marriage was in shambles due to their husband's unfaithfulness. Many of them were marriages of conveniences, arranged by parents or done simply because it was efficient and proper. None of them worked, because none of them started off on the right foot. And Demi did not want that for them. The irony of it all was that she denied his various offers of marriage because she loved him. Because of that, she refused to even have the possibility of their relationship souring in the wrong direction.
So as a result, the brunette simply sought to avoid the subject whenever she could. And whenever she couldn't, she used her most wily trick - distraction.
Demi thought she had had him when he returned her kiss so fervantly, but when he stopped it, her eyes fluttered opened in question, before the woman resisted a sigh as she could practically see his temper waging a war within him, a famous temper she's had to save Ariadne and Ismene from more then once.
Leaning against the cradle of his hand on her cheek, she rolled her eyes at the way he twisted his words around, using her own words against his. A wry laugh escaped her lips, but Demi could only shake her head in an amused pattern, before turning to look up at him with a raised brow. "And if I don't?" she murmured in reply, standing on her tip toes again to press her lips against his.
But this time, she pressed her whole body length against his as well, intentionally using the hand against her back to help her as she wrap her arms around his neck, and angled her body in such a way that his growing desire was cradled in between her thighs, her very thinly sheered breasts pressed against his chest. "Would you deny me this?" she breathed against his lips as she spoke, letting them trail downwards until she could nuzzle her nose against his neck. "You've missed me, have you not?"
Hector knew where this was going. All he had to do was feel the way she pressed herself against him to know that his willpower would fade and this argument would be set aside once again. He was not done saying his piece and he knew it, but something in his heart ached distractingly as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
There was no question in his mind about how he would do anything for the woman in his arms, just as he would for his own flesh and blood. Though the desires he held for her played a part in it, they were just a happy consequence of something in him that burned for her deeply. There was a tenderness in her that she did her best to smother, or at least hide away from the light of day - or at least the eyes of her clients.
The thought of her in the arms of so many others like this burned him with jealousy every time. Part of his frequent asking was to keep her from falling into their arms anymore. It was not so much a desire to claim her as his own, but to give her everything he had. If others looked from the outside in, he would have fallen in line with all the poor sops of the world who fell for the whore, a cuckold even without being wed to her.
He could never see it that way, though. Demi had become as much family as Ari, Isi, and Gregor were. Through the lightest and darkest times of the past decades, she had been there - though their time was always punctuated by the needs of their two occupations.
Her denial again, even as playful as it was in his ear, pressed another burned mark into his chest, stinging with the denial of what he most wanted. Her kiss prevented him from protesting much further, though the furrow of his brows over closed eyes retained the unspoken protest to her denial. He wanted to shout and snarl in frustration, but instead he just let his hands splay over her skin, frustrated beyond all reason now on two fronts as her body pressed against his.
"Would you deny me this?"
Ah, see! There it was!
When they were together, Hector knew that she wanted to be there. Any other instance like this in her life was bought and paid for, a service rendered. For the two of them, though, there had never been coin involved, nor would there ever be. No, when she was like this in his arms, he felt tied to her in something deeper than desire...something that his superstitious tongue struggled to ever utter, and unknowingly caused his own frustration by being unable to do so.
Hector let her kisses and murmurs linger against his lips a moment, as if solidifying his decision. His eyes opened, heavy lidded to meet hers...and he was a goner.
Inhaling deeply, he met claimed her lips with an urgency that had been been building up over the past month away from her. His argument could be tabled until after this, he thought, perhaps maybe even easier to argue if he managed to handle this just right.
Blinded by the intensity of the kiss, he reached out his arm to grip the post at the foot of the bed, guiding him as he backed her towards the the bed, guiding her with his hips until the mattress behind her thighs would allow her to fall back, with his knee finding it's place between her legs as he brought himself to drape across her, supported on one elbow as his other hand dove into her soft curls, cradling her neck to keep her lips from parting with his.
"....I'll allow it," he begrudgingly admitted, pressing his lips to hers now with more tenderness than heady desire for a moment, each phrase punctuated with a kiss, "Because I did miss you...and I was jealous...and I was worried...and this conversation is not over...because I do not like being told no...but..."
Soon words could not complete his thoughts, and instead, a damned smile took the place of his words as he pulled back and looked down to her once again, feeling his heartstrings play like Apollo's lyre. Despite the day and the circumstances, and even the near fiery argument that he was certainly not done having but could absolutely wait...he breathed a sigh that loosened some of the tension in his face, his expression softening in a way that was only for her, "I am just so relieved to hold you again."
Leaning in to pull her into a slow, passionate kiss, he pressed himself fully against her. While his masculine desires yearned to be fulfilled, he could have been just as happy like this with her until the sun set and rose into the next day.
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Hector knew where this was going. All he had to do was feel the way she pressed herself against him to know that his willpower would fade and this argument would be set aside once again. He was not done saying his piece and he knew it, but something in his heart ached distractingly as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
There was no question in his mind about how he would do anything for the woman in his arms, just as he would for his own flesh and blood. Though the desires he held for her played a part in it, they were just a happy consequence of something in him that burned for her deeply. There was a tenderness in her that she did her best to smother, or at least hide away from the light of day - or at least the eyes of her clients.
The thought of her in the arms of so many others like this burned him with jealousy every time. Part of his frequent asking was to keep her from falling into their arms anymore. It was not so much a desire to claim her as his own, but to give her everything he had. If others looked from the outside in, he would have fallen in line with all the poor sops of the world who fell for the whore, a cuckold even without being wed to her.
He could never see it that way, though. Demi had become as much family as Ari, Isi, and Gregor were. Through the lightest and darkest times of the past decades, she had been there - though their time was always punctuated by the needs of their two occupations.
Her denial again, even as playful as it was in his ear, pressed another burned mark into his chest, stinging with the denial of what he most wanted. Her kiss prevented him from protesting much further, though the furrow of his brows over closed eyes retained the unspoken protest to her denial. He wanted to shout and snarl in frustration, but instead he just let his hands splay over her skin, frustrated beyond all reason now on two fronts as her body pressed against his.
"Would you deny me this?"
Ah, see! There it was!
When they were together, Hector knew that she wanted to be there. Any other instance like this in her life was bought and paid for, a service rendered. For the two of them, though, there had never been coin involved, nor would there ever be. No, when she was like this in his arms, he felt tied to her in something deeper than desire...something that his superstitious tongue struggled to ever utter, and unknowingly caused his own frustration by being unable to do so.
Hector let her kisses and murmurs linger against his lips a moment, as if solidifying his decision. His eyes opened, heavy lidded to meet hers...and he was a goner.
Inhaling deeply, he met claimed her lips with an urgency that had been been building up over the past month away from her. His argument could be tabled until after this, he thought, perhaps maybe even easier to argue if he managed to handle this just right.
Blinded by the intensity of the kiss, he reached out his arm to grip the post at the foot of the bed, guiding him as he backed her towards the the bed, guiding her with his hips until the mattress behind her thighs would allow her to fall back, with his knee finding it's place between her legs as he brought himself to drape across her, supported on one elbow as his other hand dove into her soft curls, cradling her neck to keep her lips from parting with his.
"....I'll allow it," he begrudgingly admitted, pressing his lips to hers now with more tenderness than heady desire for a moment, each phrase punctuated with a kiss, "Because I did miss you...and I was jealous...and I was worried...and this conversation is not over...because I do not like being told no...but..."
Soon words could not complete his thoughts, and instead, a damned smile took the place of his words as he pulled back and looked down to her once again, feeling his heartstrings play like Apollo's lyre. Despite the day and the circumstances, and even the near fiery argument that he was certainly not done having but could absolutely wait...he breathed a sigh that loosened some of the tension in his face, his expression softening in a way that was only for her, "I am just so relieved to hold you again."
Leaning in to pull her into a slow, passionate kiss, he pressed himself fully against her. While his masculine desires yearned to be fulfilled, he could have been just as happy like this with her until the sun set and rose into the next day.
Hector knew where this was going. All he had to do was feel the way she pressed herself against him to know that his willpower would fade and this argument would be set aside once again. He was not done saying his piece and he knew it, but something in his heart ached distractingly as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
There was no question in his mind about how he would do anything for the woman in his arms, just as he would for his own flesh and blood. Though the desires he held for her played a part in it, they were just a happy consequence of something in him that burned for her deeply. There was a tenderness in her that she did her best to smother, or at least hide away from the light of day - or at least the eyes of her clients.
The thought of her in the arms of so many others like this burned him with jealousy every time. Part of his frequent asking was to keep her from falling into their arms anymore. It was not so much a desire to claim her as his own, but to give her everything he had. If others looked from the outside in, he would have fallen in line with all the poor sops of the world who fell for the whore, a cuckold even without being wed to her.
He could never see it that way, though. Demi had become as much family as Ari, Isi, and Gregor were. Through the lightest and darkest times of the past decades, she had been there - though their time was always punctuated by the needs of their two occupations.
Her denial again, even as playful as it was in his ear, pressed another burned mark into his chest, stinging with the denial of what he most wanted. Her kiss prevented him from protesting much further, though the furrow of his brows over closed eyes retained the unspoken protest to her denial. He wanted to shout and snarl in frustration, but instead he just let his hands splay over her skin, frustrated beyond all reason now on two fronts as her body pressed against his.
"Would you deny me this?"
Ah, see! There it was!
When they were together, Hector knew that she wanted to be there. Any other instance like this in her life was bought and paid for, a service rendered. For the two of them, though, there had never been coin involved, nor would there ever be. No, when she was like this in his arms, he felt tied to her in something deeper than desire...something that his superstitious tongue struggled to ever utter, and unknowingly caused his own frustration by being unable to do so.
Hector let her kisses and murmurs linger against his lips a moment, as if solidifying his decision. His eyes opened, heavy lidded to meet hers...and he was a goner.
Inhaling deeply, he met claimed her lips with an urgency that had been been building up over the past month away from her. His argument could be tabled until after this, he thought, perhaps maybe even easier to argue if he managed to handle this just right.
Blinded by the intensity of the kiss, he reached out his arm to grip the post at the foot of the bed, guiding him as he backed her towards the the bed, guiding her with his hips until the mattress behind her thighs would allow her to fall back, with his knee finding it's place between her legs as he brought himself to drape across her, supported on one elbow as his other hand dove into her soft curls, cradling her neck to keep her lips from parting with his.
"....I'll allow it," he begrudgingly admitted, pressing his lips to hers now with more tenderness than heady desire for a moment, each phrase punctuated with a kiss, "Because I did miss you...and I was jealous...and I was worried...and this conversation is not over...because I do not like being told no...but..."
Soon words could not complete his thoughts, and instead, a damned smile took the place of his words as he pulled back and looked down to her once again, feeling his heartstrings play like Apollo's lyre. Despite the day and the circumstances, and even the near fiery argument that he was certainly not done having but could absolutely wait...he breathed a sigh that loosened some of the tension in his face, his expression softening in a way that was only for her, "I am just so relieved to hold you again."
Leaning in to pull her into a slow, passionate kiss, he pressed himself fully against her. While his masculine desires yearned to be fulfilled, he could have been just as happy like this with her until the sun set and rose into the next day.
Demi knew what she was doing, but she was also unashamed about it. Why should she, when she's practically making a living out of the very skill she had? Others may look down on her chosen job, but when it was either that or beg her way out of poverty, Demi would choose one that allowed her to sustain herself on her own powers. Everyone made a living of a skill they were good at. Other's had smithing, fighting... Demi had seduction, and she was well aware of it. The Gods did not give her the perfect complexion and frame of body for nothing, and she would use it to her advantage.
Of course, she did not mean harm to Hector. She loved the stupid man, but he was just... so stupid. Maybe some would say she had to extend him some kindness. Afterall, before she had come waltzing along to his life, he had been a father and a militant all his life, and had likely never had a commitment a day in his life before that. To go from zero to one hundred overnight when he fought out about his daughters probably stunted his emotional growth by a lot, but one would think after the many years she had spent with him by now, he would've learned a thing or two.
With her emotions still fraught however, the brunette simply did not want to repeat that age old argument with him tonight, and sought her skills to distract her lover. He was the one who could illicit feelings in her. Other's she bedded for coin. Hector she bedded because she wanted to, and for him none of her reactions were a show, none of them were staged.
Letting out a satisfied sigh when she identified the very moment Hector gave in, Demi resisted to smile as she met his kiss with her own brand of urgency, leaning against him as if if she did this hard and long enough, she could fuse into him and never be uncertain about where her job would take her next. Following his guide, a sharp gasp escaped her lips when her thighs hit the edge of the bed, and Demi found herself falling backwards. She recovered with a laugh, propping herself up on her elbows only to find Hector already pressing her down again.
The woman giggled at his begrudged admittance, burying her own fingers in his brown locks and tugging at his hair in her eagerness for him. She wriggled her form under his heavy one as he spoke with his punctuated kisses, until it faded off when Hector eventually pulled back to look at her. She couldn't be wrong. She knew he loved her. Demi could see it each time the stupid militant man looked at her with those eyes, that intense mix of passion, desire, want and love. Was it that hard for her to hear it?
Not the time.
Instead of answering him, Demi merely returned his slow kiss, wrapping her legs around his waist and pulling him flush against her hips. The woman rocked herself against him where he would feel it most, returning his passionate kiss with an urgent one of her own. She had spent far too long in the arms of someone else, Hector's brand of love was exactly what she needed to wash herself of the feeling, and she would see it through. "Just hold me?" she murmured coquettishly against his lips, almost teasing him with a smile he would hear but could not see.
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Demi knew what she was doing, but she was also unashamed about it. Why should she, when she's practically making a living out of the very skill she had? Others may look down on her chosen job, but when it was either that or beg her way out of poverty, Demi would choose one that allowed her to sustain herself on her own powers. Everyone made a living of a skill they were good at. Other's had smithing, fighting... Demi had seduction, and she was well aware of it. The Gods did not give her the perfect complexion and frame of body for nothing, and she would use it to her advantage.
Of course, she did not mean harm to Hector. She loved the stupid man, but he was just... so stupid. Maybe some would say she had to extend him some kindness. Afterall, before she had come waltzing along to his life, he had been a father and a militant all his life, and had likely never had a commitment a day in his life before that. To go from zero to one hundred overnight when he fought out about his daughters probably stunted his emotional growth by a lot, but one would think after the many years she had spent with him by now, he would've learned a thing or two.
With her emotions still fraught however, the brunette simply did not want to repeat that age old argument with him tonight, and sought her skills to distract her lover. He was the one who could illicit feelings in her. Other's she bedded for coin. Hector she bedded because she wanted to, and for him none of her reactions were a show, none of them were staged.
Letting out a satisfied sigh when she identified the very moment Hector gave in, Demi resisted to smile as she met his kiss with her own brand of urgency, leaning against him as if if she did this hard and long enough, she could fuse into him and never be uncertain about where her job would take her next. Following his guide, a sharp gasp escaped her lips when her thighs hit the edge of the bed, and Demi found herself falling backwards. She recovered with a laugh, propping herself up on her elbows only to find Hector already pressing her down again.
The woman giggled at his begrudged admittance, burying her own fingers in his brown locks and tugging at his hair in her eagerness for him. She wriggled her form under his heavy one as he spoke with his punctuated kisses, until it faded off when Hector eventually pulled back to look at her. She couldn't be wrong. She knew he loved her. Demi could see it each time the stupid militant man looked at her with those eyes, that intense mix of passion, desire, want and love. Was it that hard for her to hear it?
Not the time.
Instead of answering him, Demi merely returned his slow kiss, wrapping her legs around his waist and pulling him flush against her hips. The woman rocked herself against him where he would feel it most, returning his passionate kiss with an urgent one of her own. She had spent far too long in the arms of someone else, Hector's brand of love was exactly what she needed to wash herself of the feeling, and she would see it through. "Just hold me?" she murmured coquettishly against his lips, almost teasing him with a smile he would hear but could not see.
Demi knew what she was doing, but she was also unashamed about it. Why should she, when she's practically making a living out of the very skill she had? Others may look down on her chosen job, but when it was either that or beg her way out of poverty, Demi would choose one that allowed her to sustain herself on her own powers. Everyone made a living of a skill they were good at. Other's had smithing, fighting... Demi had seduction, and she was well aware of it. The Gods did not give her the perfect complexion and frame of body for nothing, and she would use it to her advantage.
Of course, she did not mean harm to Hector. She loved the stupid man, but he was just... so stupid. Maybe some would say she had to extend him some kindness. Afterall, before she had come waltzing along to his life, he had been a father and a militant all his life, and had likely never had a commitment a day in his life before that. To go from zero to one hundred overnight when he fought out about his daughters probably stunted his emotional growth by a lot, but one would think after the many years she had spent with him by now, he would've learned a thing or two.
With her emotions still fraught however, the brunette simply did not want to repeat that age old argument with him tonight, and sought her skills to distract her lover. He was the one who could illicit feelings in her. Other's she bedded for coin. Hector she bedded because she wanted to, and for him none of her reactions were a show, none of them were staged.
Letting out a satisfied sigh when she identified the very moment Hector gave in, Demi resisted to smile as she met his kiss with her own brand of urgency, leaning against him as if if she did this hard and long enough, she could fuse into him and never be uncertain about where her job would take her next. Following his guide, a sharp gasp escaped her lips when her thighs hit the edge of the bed, and Demi found herself falling backwards. She recovered with a laugh, propping herself up on her elbows only to find Hector already pressing her down again.
The woman giggled at his begrudged admittance, burying her own fingers in his brown locks and tugging at his hair in her eagerness for him. She wriggled her form under his heavy one as he spoke with his punctuated kisses, until it faded off when Hector eventually pulled back to look at her. She couldn't be wrong. She knew he loved her. Demi could see it each time the stupid militant man looked at her with those eyes, that intense mix of passion, desire, want and love. Was it that hard for her to hear it?
Not the time.
Instead of answering him, Demi merely returned his slow kiss, wrapping her legs around his waist and pulling him flush against her hips. The woman rocked herself against him where he would feel it most, returning his passionate kiss with an urgent one of her own. She had spent far too long in the arms of someone else, Hector's brand of love was exactly what she needed to wash herself of the feeling, and she would see it through. "Just hold me?" she murmured coquettishly against his lips, almost teasing him with a smile he would hear but could not see.
Everything about the feel of her started to wash away any thoughts that were lingering in his mind, almost. Except the thought that if he could just figure out how to get her to say 'yes' he could have this for the rest of his life. How many years had it been? Nearing ten now? As far as he was concerned, Demi was a part of his family, his household, and his home. The way they cared and bickered and sought one another was tell-tale signs of love.
Love. It was something he wanted to say to her for so many years, but in his adolescence and especially in his first years as a soldier, he heard it said many times - 'Never fall in love with a whore.'
Well, by all accounts, Demi was different...except for the fact that she was a pleasure worker who did sleep with other men for coin. Yet, she never charged him. Early on, he wondered if it was out of pity for him and his financial state, especially after Gregor's disappearance. There was no doubt in his mind that what he felt for her was love, but...he could not bring himself to say it.
What change could saying one word bring to this? What if, after he said it, nothing changed? She might say it in return, of course, and then go back out to continue sleeping with men for coin - for her job. If she said it to him, he would not stop soldiering - that's not just now things were. More than once, Demi had already said she would not stop what she was doing, the independent streak within her being one of the things he most loved and hated about her, woven together and impossible to pry apart.
Hector had already been the fool once in his life, ignoring the advice and starting an affair with a young pleasure worker, Idylla. And though those actions brought about the birth of his two girls...and the death of their mother from the strain of it. He had not loved Idylla the way he loved Demi. He was ready to marry Idylla to save her from that circumstance as well within the brothel, especially after he found out late into her pregnancy. He felt the same with Demi and so wanted her to give in, but she would not.
The words that poured out of him were as close as he could come to a full admittance, fearing that if he said the words to the truth of it, nothing would really change, except him being a fool in love.
When her legs began to wrap around his waist, his thoughts began to shake free, and he slipped a hand between them in order to remove the fabric separating them. A low growl of pleasure hummed deep in his chest as he felt the warmth of her flush against him, soft and wanting.
"Oh," he murmured, against her lips, speaking his words around their kiss with a devilish smile of his own, "You should know I plan to do more than just hold you right now..." There was a low rumble of a laugh from him as his hands, once free, began to trail at the fabric of her shoulders, tugging it aside as he began to make a trail down her neck, his lips making their own path along her jaw and to her neck and her chest.
He made the mistake of opening his eyes to navigate, spotting the fading love-marks along her neck and feeling the beast of anger and jealousy in his chest snap its jaws, tightening his throat. Forcing his eyes closed in habit so that he could not ruin this moment with his petty feelings, he breathed heavy near her shoulder as he used one hand to brace himself on the bed and the other to maneuver himself between her legs.
Opening his eyes, he watched as he slid into her, his lids fluttering slightly as he muffled a groan of pleasure making his way home into her.
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Everything about the feel of her started to wash away any thoughts that were lingering in his mind, almost. Except the thought that if he could just figure out how to get her to say 'yes' he could have this for the rest of his life. How many years had it been? Nearing ten now? As far as he was concerned, Demi was a part of his family, his household, and his home. The way they cared and bickered and sought one another was tell-tale signs of love.
Love. It was something he wanted to say to her for so many years, but in his adolescence and especially in his first years as a soldier, he heard it said many times - 'Never fall in love with a whore.'
Well, by all accounts, Demi was different...except for the fact that she was a pleasure worker who did sleep with other men for coin. Yet, she never charged him. Early on, he wondered if it was out of pity for him and his financial state, especially after Gregor's disappearance. There was no doubt in his mind that what he felt for her was love, but...he could not bring himself to say it.
What change could saying one word bring to this? What if, after he said it, nothing changed? She might say it in return, of course, and then go back out to continue sleeping with men for coin - for her job. If she said it to him, he would not stop soldiering - that's not just now things were. More than once, Demi had already said she would not stop what she was doing, the independent streak within her being one of the things he most loved and hated about her, woven together and impossible to pry apart.
Hector had already been the fool once in his life, ignoring the advice and starting an affair with a young pleasure worker, Idylla. And though those actions brought about the birth of his two girls...and the death of their mother from the strain of it. He had not loved Idylla the way he loved Demi. He was ready to marry Idylla to save her from that circumstance as well within the brothel, especially after he found out late into her pregnancy. He felt the same with Demi and so wanted her to give in, but she would not.
The words that poured out of him were as close as he could come to a full admittance, fearing that if he said the words to the truth of it, nothing would really change, except him being a fool in love.
When her legs began to wrap around his waist, his thoughts began to shake free, and he slipped a hand between them in order to remove the fabric separating them. A low growl of pleasure hummed deep in his chest as he felt the warmth of her flush against him, soft and wanting.
"Oh," he murmured, against her lips, speaking his words around their kiss with a devilish smile of his own, "You should know I plan to do more than just hold you right now..." There was a low rumble of a laugh from him as his hands, once free, began to trail at the fabric of her shoulders, tugging it aside as he began to make a trail down her neck, his lips making their own path along her jaw and to her neck and her chest.
He made the mistake of opening his eyes to navigate, spotting the fading love-marks along her neck and feeling the beast of anger and jealousy in his chest snap its jaws, tightening his throat. Forcing his eyes closed in habit so that he could not ruin this moment with his petty feelings, he breathed heavy near her shoulder as he used one hand to brace himself on the bed and the other to maneuver himself between her legs.
Opening his eyes, he watched as he slid into her, his lids fluttering slightly as he muffled a groan of pleasure making his way home into her.
Everything about the feel of her started to wash away any thoughts that were lingering in his mind, almost. Except the thought that if he could just figure out how to get her to say 'yes' he could have this for the rest of his life. How many years had it been? Nearing ten now? As far as he was concerned, Demi was a part of his family, his household, and his home. The way they cared and bickered and sought one another was tell-tale signs of love.
Love. It was something he wanted to say to her for so many years, but in his adolescence and especially in his first years as a soldier, he heard it said many times - 'Never fall in love with a whore.'
Well, by all accounts, Demi was different...except for the fact that she was a pleasure worker who did sleep with other men for coin. Yet, she never charged him. Early on, he wondered if it was out of pity for him and his financial state, especially after Gregor's disappearance. There was no doubt in his mind that what he felt for her was love, but...he could not bring himself to say it.
What change could saying one word bring to this? What if, after he said it, nothing changed? She might say it in return, of course, and then go back out to continue sleeping with men for coin - for her job. If she said it to him, he would not stop soldiering - that's not just now things were. More than once, Demi had already said she would not stop what she was doing, the independent streak within her being one of the things he most loved and hated about her, woven together and impossible to pry apart.
Hector had already been the fool once in his life, ignoring the advice and starting an affair with a young pleasure worker, Idylla. And though those actions brought about the birth of his two girls...and the death of their mother from the strain of it. He had not loved Idylla the way he loved Demi. He was ready to marry Idylla to save her from that circumstance as well within the brothel, especially after he found out late into her pregnancy. He felt the same with Demi and so wanted her to give in, but she would not.
The words that poured out of him were as close as he could come to a full admittance, fearing that if he said the words to the truth of it, nothing would really change, except him being a fool in love.
When her legs began to wrap around his waist, his thoughts began to shake free, and he slipped a hand between them in order to remove the fabric separating them. A low growl of pleasure hummed deep in his chest as he felt the warmth of her flush against him, soft and wanting.
"Oh," he murmured, against her lips, speaking his words around their kiss with a devilish smile of his own, "You should know I plan to do more than just hold you right now..." There was a low rumble of a laugh from him as his hands, once free, began to trail at the fabric of her shoulders, tugging it aside as he began to make a trail down her neck, his lips making their own path along her jaw and to her neck and her chest.
He made the mistake of opening his eyes to navigate, spotting the fading love-marks along her neck and feeling the beast of anger and jealousy in his chest snap its jaws, tightening his throat. Forcing his eyes closed in habit so that he could not ruin this moment with his petty feelings, he breathed heavy near her shoulder as he used one hand to brace himself on the bed and the other to maneuver himself between her legs.
Opening his eyes, he watched as he slid into her, his lids fluttering slightly as he muffled a groan of pleasure making his way home into her.
It's like he never got it, but neither did Demi want to come right out and tell him to say it. That wasn't how the whole thing was supposed to come about, right? He should want to marry her out of love, not some misguided sense about duty and doing what's right. She didn't want to be someone's duty, and she was steadfastly against it to begin with, so despite her eagerly wanting to agree to his timeless proposals, it was the one line Demi drew against her lover.
But it didn't stop her from going back to him again and again. Like an invisible pull between them, Demi whined as his hands found their way between them, and fabric was soon disposed of for their skin to meet skin. Throwing her head back, she barely noticed Hector's low growl of jealousy and tightening of his muscles, but instead arched her back to bring her closer to him, craving his touch upon hers. It was as if his touch could wash away the feeling of her client's fingers on her skin, for Hector's skin ignited fire the way no client ever could.
A deep groan of sated pleasure was wrenched from her throat as he slid into her, the feeling as pleasurable and as wanted as it was the first time. It wasn't that he looked better, or was better then her clients - it was that Hector cared for her. That he wanted her just as much as she wanted him, and their relationship was just as much give as it was take. Unlike sleeping with her customers, with Hector, Demi could let loose and be herself without constantly thinking of how to up the game for her paying clients, how to make herself unforgettable, memorable, so they would keep coming back for more.
Her fingers dug into his shoulder's where she gripped as she rocked her hips against his, breathing heavily, the tendrils and rush of pleasure ricocheting all over her nerves as they moved to find a rhythm together. "Hector... Oh gods..." she panted, mixed with a pleasured hum as she felt him moving in her, each stroke driving her to want more, more, and more, as if each movement of her lover's served to unravel that knot, that building and expanding tension within her thrat threathened to come over her like a tidal wave.
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It's like he never got it, but neither did Demi want to come right out and tell him to say it. That wasn't how the whole thing was supposed to come about, right? He should want to marry her out of love, not some misguided sense about duty and doing what's right. She didn't want to be someone's duty, and she was steadfastly against it to begin with, so despite her eagerly wanting to agree to his timeless proposals, it was the one line Demi drew against her lover.
But it didn't stop her from going back to him again and again. Like an invisible pull between them, Demi whined as his hands found their way between them, and fabric was soon disposed of for their skin to meet skin. Throwing her head back, she barely noticed Hector's low growl of jealousy and tightening of his muscles, but instead arched her back to bring her closer to him, craving his touch upon hers. It was as if his touch could wash away the feeling of her client's fingers on her skin, for Hector's skin ignited fire the way no client ever could.
A deep groan of sated pleasure was wrenched from her throat as he slid into her, the feeling as pleasurable and as wanted as it was the first time. It wasn't that he looked better, or was better then her clients - it was that Hector cared for her. That he wanted her just as much as she wanted him, and their relationship was just as much give as it was take. Unlike sleeping with her customers, with Hector, Demi could let loose and be herself without constantly thinking of how to up the game for her paying clients, how to make herself unforgettable, memorable, so they would keep coming back for more.
Her fingers dug into his shoulder's where she gripped as she rocked her hips against his, breathing heavily, the tendrils and rush of pleasure ricocheting all over her nerves as they moved to find a rhythm together. "Hector... Oh gods..." she panted, mixed with a pleasured hum as she felt him moving in her, each stroke driving her to want more, more, and more, as if each movement of her lover's served to unravel that knot, that building and expanding tension within her thrat threathened to come over her like a tidal wave.
It's like he never got it, but neither did Demi want to come right out and tell him to say it. That wasn't how the whole thing was supposed to come about, right? He should want to marry her out of love, not some misguided sense about duty and doing what's right. She didn't want to be someone's duty, and she was steadfastly against it to begin with, so despite her eagerly wanting to agree to his timeless proposals, it was the one line Demi drew against her lover.
But it didn't stop her from going back to him again and again. Like an invisible pull between them, Demi whined as his hands found their way between them, and fabric was soon disposed of for their skin to meet skin. Throwing her head back, she barely noticed Hector's low growl of jealousy and tightening of his muscles, but instead arched her back to bring her closer to him, craving his touch upon hers. It was as if his touch could wash away the feeling of her client's fingers on her skin, for Hector's skin ignited fire the way no client ever could.
A deep groan of sated pleasure was wrenched from her throat as he slid into her, the feeling as pleasurable and as wanted as it was the first time. It wasn't that he looked better, or was better then her clients - it was that Hector cared for her. That he wanted her just as much as she wanted him, and their relationship was just as much give as it was take. Unlike sleeping with her customers, with Hector, Demi could let loose and be herself without constantly thinking of how to up the game for her paying clients, how to make herself unforgettable, memorable, so they would keep coming back for more.
Her fingers dug into his shoulder's where she gripped as she rocked her hips against his, breathing heavily, the tendrils and rush of pleasure ricocheting all over her nerves as they moved to find a rhythm together. "Hector... Oh gods..." she panted, mixed with a pleasured hum as she felt him moving in her, each stroke driving her to want more, more, and more, as if each movement of her lover's served to unravel that knot, that building and expanding tension within her thrat threathened to come over her like a tidal wave.
Everywhere their bodies touched felt like the warmth of the Apollo's rays, burning with a pleasure and ache rooted deep beyond just desire. Demi's skin was impossibly soft and his hands found their way across as much of it as he could grasp, fingertips pressing and pulling at her gently as the ebb and flow of their rhythm increased.
What Demi had the natural and learned skill of passion, Hector matched with attentiveness. There was a time when he was worried that the moans of pleasure beneath him were simply a part of the show, that he was taken as a fool once again, but over the years he learned her secrets, her wants and desires, her favorite foods, her favorite flowers and perfumes when she could afford them. In many ways, he could hardly remember a time without Demi.
If he had his way, he would never be without.
Their bodies rolled together and he lifted her to guide them both onto the bed, properly his lips and tongue seeking to taste every inch of skin that he could between heavy breaths of his own, punctuated by groans of want and desire, especially as she called his name.
Fingers laced through her hair at the nape of her neck and their lips crashed together messily, as they often did when they had been parted for too long and desperately sought release such as this. Then, as her thighs tensed around his and her back arched just so, her voice keening, he was undone.
His eyes fluttered in those moments before, his core coiled impossibly tight, and his breath stuttering into a few panted, aimless words that dissolved the moment he found his release. Waves rocked through him as his hips snapped forward, slow and strong, as if pouring every ounce of his love for her into that one, euphoric moment.
His senses slowly came to him, almost as if they were floating feathers in the air. They were of an age now where the mess of love and the mundane tedium cleaning up after was no longer an embarrassing things. Against the natural instinct to withdraw from her, as they both nearly shifted to do, Hector splayed one hand across her low back, keeping them joined.
"Not yet," he murmured against the skin of her shoulder and collarbone, his lips trailing kisses there as he breathed in the musky scent of their sweat and love, "I have been too far from you for too long. I don't want to be any further away than I have to be." It was true. The days had grown darker and stranger around them, and too often now he felt as if he knew too much. He wished he could forget it all and take a horse that very night back to Arcana with his arms wrapped tight around her the entire way.
He needed her there, with him, and only him.
They were quiet for a moment, just enjoying the intimacy of simply being together, their fingertips tracing new constellations across the sunspotted freckles of their skin.
After a moment, he looked to her eyes
"Will you come back with me? To Arcana?"
As with many of the questions between them, it had several unspoken questions that followed with it. Were there others she was staying for? Did she want to come back with him? His fingers traced featherlight across the defined line of her jaw before brushing a tendril of her hair behind her ear.
"...please?"
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Everywhere their bodies touched felt like the warmth of the Apollo's rays, burning with a pleasure and ache rooted deep beyond just desire. Demi's skin was impossibly soft and his hands found their way across as much of it as he could grasp, fingertips pressing and pulling at her gently as the ebb and flow of their rhythm increased.
What Demi had the natural and learned skill of passion, Hector matched with attentiveness. There was a time when he was worried that the moans of pleasure beneath him were simply a part of the show, that he was taken as a fool once again, but over the years he learned her secrets, her wants and desires, her favorite foods, her favorite flowers and perfumes when she could afford them. In many ways, he could hardly remember a time without Demi.
If he had his way, he would never be without.
Their bodies rolled together and he lifted her to guide them both onto the bed, properly his lips and tongue seeking to taste every inch of skin that he could between heavy breaths of his own, punctuated by groans of want and desire, especially as she called his name.
Fingers laced through her hair at the nape of her neck and their lips crashed together messily, as they often did when they had been parted for too long and desperately sought release such as this. Then, as her thighs tensed around his and her back arched just so, her voice keening, he was undone.
His eyes fluttered in those moments before, his core coiled impossibly tight, and his breath stuttering into a few panted, aimless words that dissolved the moment he found his release. Waves rocked through him as his hips snapped forward, slow and strong, as if pouring every ounce of his love for her into that one, euphoric moment.
His senses slowly came to him, almost as if they were floating feathers in the air. They were of an age now where the mess of love and the mundane tedium cleaning up after was no longer an embarrassing things. Against the natural instinct to withdraw from her, as they both nearly shifted to do, Hector splayed one hand across her low back, keeping them joined.
"Not yet," he murmured against the skin of her shoulder and collarbone, his lips trailing kisses there as he breathed in the musky scent of their sweat and love, "I have been too far from you for too long. I don't want to be any further away than I have to be." It was true. The days had grown darker and stranger around them, and too often now he felt as if he knew too much. He wished he could forget it all and take a horse that very night back to Arcana with his arms wrapped tight around her the entire way.
He needed her there, with him, and only him.
They were quiet for a moment, just enjoying the intimacy of simply being together, their fingertips tracing new constellations across the sunspotted freckles of their skin.
After a moment, he looked to her eyes
"Will you come back with me? To Arcana?"
As with many of the questions between them, it had several unspoken questions that followed with it. Were there others she was staying for? Did she want to come back with him? His fingers traced featherlight across the defined line of her jaw before brushing a tendril of her hair behind her ear.
"...please?"
Everywhere their bodies touched felt like the warmth of the Apollo's rays, burning with a pleasure and ache rooted deep beyond just desire. Demi's skin was impossibly soft and his hands found their way across as much of it as he could grasp, fingertips pressing and pulling at her gently as the ebb and flow of their rhythm increased.
What Demi had the natural and learned skill of passion, Hector matched with attentiveness. There was a time when he was worried that the moans of pleasure beneath him were simply a part of the show, that he was taken as a fool once again, but over the years he learned her secrets, her wants and desires, her favorite foods, her favorite flowers and perfumes when she could afford them. In many ways, he could hardly remember a time without Demi.
If he had his way, he would never be without.
Their bodies rolled together and he lifted her to guide them both onto the bed, properly his lips and tongue seeking to taste every inch of skin that he could between heavy breaths of his own, punctuated by groans of want and desire, especially as she called his name.
Fingers laced through her hair at the nape of her neck and their lips crashed together messily, as they often did when they had been parted for too long and desperately sought release such as this. Then, as her thighs tensed around his and her back arched just so, her voice keening, he was undone.
His eyes fluttered in those moments before, his core coiled impossibly tight, and his breath stuttering into a few panted, aimless words that dissolved the moment he found his release. Waves rocked through him as his hips snapped forward, slow and strong, as if pouring every ounce of his love for her into that one, euphoric moment.
His senses slowly came to him, almost as if they were floating feathers in the air. They were of an age now where the mess of love and the mundane tedium cleaning up after was no longer an embarrassing things. Against the natural instinct to withdraw from her, as they both nearly shifted to do, Hector splayed one hand across her low back, keeping them joined.
"Not yet," he murmured against the skin of her shoulder and collarbone, his lips trailing kisses there as he breathed in the musky scent of their sweat and love, "I have been too far from you for too long. I don't want to be any further away than I have to be." It was true. The days had grown darker and stranger around them, and too often now he felt as if he knew too much. He wished he could forget it all and take a horse that very night back to Arcana with his arms wrapped tight around her the entire way.
He needed her there, with him, and only him.
They were quiet for a moment, just enjoying the intimacy of simply being together, their fingertips tracing new constellations across the sunspotted freckles of their skin.
After a moment, he looked to her eyes
"Will you come back with me? To Arcana?"
As with many of the questions between them, it had several unspoken questions that followed with it. Were there others she was staying for? Did she want to come back with him? His fingers traced featherlight across the defined line of her jaw before brushing a tendril of her hair behind her ear.
"...please?"
The warmth from Hector's fingers was never comparable to what she felt from any of the men she took for monetary purposes. Something about his tenderness touched her heart, that Demi had been sold the first day she had seen his smile, when she had returned to Arcana. Perhaps, in many ways, she had to thank Idylla, even if this was the father of her daughter's she now held close to her heart. Had it not been for her friend, she wouldn't have Hector the way she did now.
Arched against his in the last instance as her release came over her like a tidal wave, Demi shivered in his arms at the sensation that washed over her. Her gasp was soft, almost dreamy, her eyes squeezed shut as for that brief, wondrous moment, the brunette felt beautifully weightless.
As she slowly arrived back down, she slowly ungripped the hands she had not realized had been tightly fisted behind her lover's back. Demi smiled a she gently shifted so he could move away from her, but the surprised hand that prevented her from moving had the pleasure worker widening her eyes in surprise at Hector. His request was unusual, but she couldn't deny him, largely as Demi too enjoyed the lingering feeling of her being joined to Hector in a way she couldn't imagine with anyone else. With her clients, it was perfunctory, and she would wipe down and go - but it was different with Hector. Always.
Her body grew pliant as she gently settled her thighs against his waist, languidly nuzzling her nose against his shoulders and just enjoying being in his presence. Words were unnecessary with the years they had shared, and Demi merely basked in his presence and warmth, wallowing in the fact that she had genuinely missed having him.
Turning to him when he murmured a question, but when his verbalized question held that tone of uncertainty, Demi's heart went out to him. She did not wish for him to feel so insecure about what they had, yet Demi was loathe to quit her job and rely purely on him. Her background meant the woman wanted to at least be able to rely on her own income, especially since Hector had two daughter's to raise. She did not wish to feel like a burden.
But to return home, that she could do. Afterall, nothing could compare to home, and home was Arcana, where he was.
"Of course." she murmured in response, reaching up to press a kiss to his lips again as she wrapped her legs around his waist again. While there was many, many things she wished to hear from Hector's lips meant for her and only her, she'll take what she can get for now.
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The warmth from Hector's fingers was never comparable to what she felt from any of the men she took for monetary purposes. Something about his tenderness touched her heart, that Demi had been sold the first day she had seen his smile, when she had returned to Arcana. Perhaps, in many ways, she had to thank Idylla, even if this was the father of her daughter's she now held close to her heart. Had it not been for her friend, she wouldn't have Hector the way she did now.
Arched against his in the last instance as her release came over her like a tidal wave, Demi shivered in his arms at the sensation that washed over her. Her gasp was soft, almost dreamy, her eyes squeezed shut as for that brief, wondrous moment, the brunette felt beautifully weightless.
As she slowly arrived back down, she slowly ungripped the hands she had not realized had been tightly fisted behind her lover's back. Demi smiled a she gently shifted so he could move away from her, but the surprised hand that prevented her from moving had the pleasure worker widening her eyes in surprise at Hector. His request was unusual, but she couldn't deny him, largely as Demi too enjoyed the lingering feeling of her being joined to Hector in a way she couldn't imagine with anyone else. With her clients, it was perfunctory, and she would wipe down and go - but it was different with Hector. Always.
Her body grew pliant as she gently settled her thighs against his waist, languidly nuzzling her nose against his shoulders and just enjoying being in his presence. Words were unnecessary with the years they had shared, and Demi merely basked in his presence and warmth, wallowing in the fact that she had genuinely missed having him.
Turning to him when he murmured a question, but when his verbalized question held that tone of uncertainty, Demi's heart went out to him. She did not wish for him to feel so insecure about what they had, yet Demi was loathe to quit her job and rely purely on him. Her background meant the woman wanted to at least be able to rely on her own income, especially since Hector had two daughter's to raise. She did not wish to feel like a burden.
But to return home, that she could do. Afterall, nothing could compare to home, and home was Arcana, where he was.
"Of course." she murmured in response, reaching up to press a kiss to his lips again as she wrapped her legs around his waist again. While there was many, many things she wished to hear from Hector's lips meant for her and only her, she'll take what she can get for now.
The warmth from Hector's fingers was never comparable to what she felt from any of the men she took for monetary purposes. Something about his tenderness touched her heart, that Demi had been sold the first day she had seen his smile, when she had returned to Arcana. Perhaps, in many ways, she had to thank Idylla, even if this was the father of her daughter's she now held close to her heart. Had it not been for her friend, she wouldn't have Hector the way she did now.
Arched against his in the last instance as her release came over her like a tidal wave, Demi shivered in his arms at the sensation that washed over her. Her gasp was soft, almost dreamy, her eyes squeezed shut as for that brief, wondrous moment, the brunette felt beautifully weightless.
As she slowly arrived back down, she slowly ungripped the hands she had not realized had been tightly fisted behind her lover's back. Demi smiled a she gently shifted so he could move away from her, but the surprised hand that prevented her from moving had the pleasure worker widening her eyes in surprise at Hector. His request was unusual, but she couldn't deny him, largely as Demi too enjoyed the lingering feeling of her being joined to Hector in a way she couldn't imagine with anyone else. With her clients, it was perfunctory, and she would wipe down and go - but it was different with Hector. Always.
Her body grew pliant as she gently settled her thighs against his waist, languidly nuzzling her nose against his shoulders and just enjoying being in his presence. Words were unnecessary with the years they had shared, and Demi merely basked in his presence and warmth, wallowing in the fact that she had genuinely missed having him.
Turning to him when he murmured a question, but when his verbalized question held that tone of uncertainty, Demi's heart went out to him. She did not wish for him to feel so insecure about what they had, yet Demi was loathe to quit her job and rely purely on him. Her background meant the woman wanted to at least be able to rely on her own income, especially since Hector had two daughter's to raise. She did not wish to feel like a burden.
But to return home, that she could do. Afterall, nothing could compare to home, and home was Arcana, where he was.
"Of course." she murmured in response, reaching up to press a kiss to his lips again as she wrapped her legs around his waist again. While there was many, many things she wished to hear from Hector's lips meant for her and only her, she'll take what she can get for now.