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Theodora’s laughter echoed through the small clearing as she leaned back on one elbow, looking down at Emilios with an amused smile. His head resting in her lap, fingers drifted idly through his hair as she shook her head. Bawdy comments and filthy jests were as much as she expected from him, but they never failed to make her laugh. No doubt why he continued to tell them.
Her heart was always easier when they were able to snatch these moments together, stolen stretches of time where no one existed but the two of them. It was nothing short of a miracle that she had been able to separate herself from her family and her servants that day, stealing off to a secret spot in the woods only she and her lover knew about. A picnic was laid out on a blanket beside them, rolls of meat and cheese all but forgotten as she stared down into her lover’s face. How could she eat when her stomach was all aflutter like this? Maybe the picnic was their excuse for coming here, but it certainly wouldn’t be their end goal. Not when all they had were these secret trysts, purloined stretches of time where they could be themselves without the worry of being caught.
Fingertips drifted from his hair down to his face, stroking lightly along the curve of his jaw as she leaned down to press her lips to his. The caress lingered for a long moment, dark eyes closing as she lost herself in the sweetness of the kiss. Smiling against his mouth, she finally pulled back, reaching over to pluck a cluster of grapes from their almost forgotten stash of food. Popping one into her mouth, she did the same to him, the corner of her mouth tilting in a smile.
“I’d imagine laying in the grass with a beautiful woman feeding you is just about every man’s fantasy,” she teased as she took another bite, setting the rest of the grapes to the side as her hands started drifting through his hair again. Winking, she added, “Don’t get too used to it.”
For several long moments, she simply languished in her lover’s company, fingers moving through his short-cropped hair in a soothing motion. She enjoyed the warmth of him against her body, the simple fact of his presence; it was only in these times that she felt she could truly be herself. Emilios never judged her or expected anything from her that she wasn’t willing to give. It was so easy to be around him, and she only wished she could be around him every single day.
“I wish we could just stay here forever,” she murmured with a soft sigh as she pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Build ourselves a little hut, become mysterious denizens of the woods.” She grinned, fingers tracing over where her lips had just been. “Life would be so much easier. One can always dream, right?”
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Theodora’s laughter echoed through the small clearing as she leaned back on one elbow, looking down at Emilios with an amused smile. His head resting in her lap, fingers drifted idly through his hair as she shook her head. Bawdy comments and filthy jests were as much as she expected from him, but they never failed to make her laugh. No doubt why he continued to tell them.
Her heart was always easier when they were able to snatch these moments together, stolen stretches of time where no one existed but the two of them. It was nothing short of a miracle that she had been able to separate herself from her family and her servants that day, stealing off to a secret spot in the woods only she and her lover knew about. A picnic was laid out on a blanket beside them, rolls of meat and cheese all but forgotten as she stared down into her lover’s face. How could she eat when her stomach was all aflutter like this? Maybe the picnic was their excuse for coming here, but it certainly wouldn’t be their end goal. Not when all they had were these secret trysts, purloined stretches of time where they could be themselves without the worry of being caught.
Fingertips drifted from his hair down to his face, stroking lightly along the curve of his jaw as she leaned down to press her lips to his. The caress lingered for a long moment, dark eyes closing as she lost herself in the sweetness of the kiss. Smiling against his mouth, she finally pulled back, reaching over to pluck a cluster of grapes from their almost forgotten stash of food. Popping one into her mouth, she did the same to him, the corner of her mouth tilting in a smile.
“I’d imagine laying in the grass with a beautiful woman feeding you is just about every man’s fantasy,” she teased as she took another bite, setting the rest of the grapes to the side as her hands started drifting through his hair again. Winking, she added, “Don’t get too used to it.”
For several long moments, she simply languished in her lover’s company, fingers moving through his short-cropped hair in a soothing motion. She enjoyed the warmth of him against her body, the simple fact of his presence; it was only in these times that she felt she could truly be herself. Emilios never judged her or expected anything from her that she wasn’t willing to give. It was so easy to be around him, and she only wished she could be around him every single day.
“I wish we could just stay here forever,” she murmured with a soft sigh as she pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Build ourselves a little hut, become mysterious denizens of the woods.” She grinned, fingers tracing over where her lips had just been. “Life would be so much easier. One can always dream, right?”
Theodora’s laughter echoed through the small clearing as she leaned back on one elbow, looking down at Emilios with an amused smile. His head resting in her lap, fingers drifted idly through his hair as she shook her head. Bawdy comments and filthy jests were as much as she expected from him, but they never failed to make her laugh. No doubt why he continued to tell them.
Her heart was always easier when they were able to snatch these moments together, stolen stretches of time where no one existed but the two of them. It was nothing short of a miracle that she had been able to separate herself from her family and her servants that day, stealing off to a secret spot in the woods only she and her lover knew about. A picnic was laid out on a blanket beside them, rolls of meat and cheese all but forgotten as she stared down into her lover’s face. How could she eat when her stomach was all aflutter like this? Maybe the picnic was their excuse for coming here, but it certainly wouldn’t be their end goal. Not when all they had were these secret trysts, purloined stretches of time where they could be themselves without the worry of being caught.
Fingertips drifted from his hair down to his face, stroking lightly along the curve of his jaw as she leaned down to press her lips to his. The caress lingered for a long moment, dark eyes closing as she lost herself in the sweetness of the kiss. Smiling against his mouth, she finally pulled back, reaching over to pluck a cluster of grapes from their almost forgotten stash of food. Popping one into her mouth, she did the same to him, the corner of her mouth tilting in a smile.
“I’d imagine laying in the grass with a beautiful woman feeding you is just about every man’s fantasy,” she teased as she took another bite, setting the rest of the grapes to the side as her hands started drifting through his hair again. Winking, she added, “Don’t get too used to it.”
For several long moments, she simply languished in her lover’s company, fingers moving through his short-cropped hair in a soothing motion. She enjoyed the warmth of him against her body, the simple fact of his presence; it was only in these times that she felt she could truly be herself. Emilios never judged her or expected anything from her that she wasn’t willing to give. It was so easy to be around him, and she only wished she could be around him every single day.
“I wish we could just stay here forever,” she murmured with a soft sigh as she pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Build ourselves a little hut, become mysterious denizens of the woods.” She grinned, fingers tracing over where her lips had just been. “Life would be so much easier. One can always dream, right?”
In the year they had been secretly courting, they had gotten very good at sneaking away from their families. It was usually easier for them to run off for alone time when he came to Macendia-- the island was owned by the Leventi and was large enough that they could get lost. And that's what he had done today. He’d taken an early boat over, sending his usual note by maid. It was always simple.
‘See you soon’
There was no need for him to set a time, for he would make sure he left for their spot as soon as he left the letter to be delivered. He didn't mind the wait, making use of the time to practice his archery while she made her way there. Sometimes, she wasn't able to sneak ou until late. But no matter how long it took, she always arrived. And he always waited.
He wasn't much of an artist, but when he found himself with nothing else to do, he would sketch her. Never her full face, for he was uncertain he could do it any sort of justice. But he would focus on smaller features. He had been working on one of her hands pulling a bowstring. As soon as she arrived, he would always give them to her, just to see the little smile on her face with each gesture. He didn't know what she did with them, but it was always just a small way for her to know that he paid attention. He knew every detail of her body and loved to prove it to her.
Emilios was basking in her beauty now, his head on her lap. She had been laughing at a joke, enjoying the way in which she would giggle at the punchline. He loved the way her eyes would light up, how the places that should crinkle would stay smooth with her beauty. She was blessed by the goddess, and he felt like he, too, had done enough to earn her praise. Her lips leaned down to his, in what must have been the 100th kiss of that encounter. He almost caught the back of her head, needing to prolong the touch longer. Instead, she pulled back, and the corners of his lips turned up into a content smile.
His mouth opened with the offered grape, enjoying the sweet crunch between his teeth. “I would think that lying with you is every man's fantasy. I'm just the luck bastard who convinced you to try it with me.” His eyes were dancing in the shade of the tree, too content in this moment to allow anything to spoil it. “Is this how we end things then?” He teased more, “You feed me one final meal and then we go our separate ways?” Emilios reached up, brushing her hair out of her face. “I plan on doing this for the rest of our days.”
He watched her, as she watched him, and found himself in utter awe of the simplicity of this. While the idea, and the execution, were more complicated, the actual action of being with her was much like breathing. It took no thought to try and impress her. He didn't need to be anyone other than himself with her. The expectation was to simply enjoy themselves, and they always did. Her comment about them making a hut and living in the woods made him smile.
“With dozens of pixie children running about, barefoot with the sprites.” He said, closing his eyes to picture the scene. “No one would bother us. No one would separate us. We would never wear clothes again, of course.” He suggested, tugging on the sleeve of her chiton. “Saves us the need to make money. You can hunt and I'll rear the children.” He grinned brightly, “It's a sound plan.”
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In the year they had been secretly courting, they had gotten very good at sneaking away from their families. It was usually easier for them to run off for alone time when he came to Macendia-- the island was owned by the Leventi and was large enough that they could get lost. And that's what he had done today. He’d taken an early boat over, sending his usual note by maid. It was always simple.
‘See you soon’
There was no need for him to set a time, for he would make sure he left for their spot as soon as he left the letter to be delivered. He didn't mind the wait, making use of the time to practice his archery while she made her way there. Sometimes, she wasn't able to sneak ou until late. But no matter how long it took, she always arrived. And he always waited.
He wasn't much of an artist, but when he found himself with nothing else to do, he would sketch her. Never her full face, for he was uncertain he could do it any sort of justice. But he would focus on smaller features. He had been working on one of her hands pulling a bowstring. As soon as she arrived, he would always give them to her, just to see the little smile on her face with each gesture. He didn't know what she did with them, but it was always just a small way for her to know that he paid attention. He knew every detail of her body and loved to prove it to her.
Emilios was basking in her beauty now, his head on her lap. She had been laughing at a joke, enjoying the way in which she would giggle at the punchline. He loved the way her eyes would light up, how the places that should crinkle would stay smooth with her beauty. She was blessed by the goddess, and he felt like he, too, had done enough to earn her praise. Her lips leaned down to his, in what must have been the 100th kiss of that encounter. He almost caught the back of her head, needing to prolong the touch longer. Instead, she pulled back, and the corners of his lips turned up into a content smile.
His mouth opened with the offered grape, enjoying the sweet crunch between his teeth. “I would think that lying with you is every man's fantasy. I'm just the luck bastard who convinced you to try it with me.” His eyes were dancing in the shade of the tree, too content in this moment to allow anything to spoil it. “Is this how we end things then?” He teased more, “You feed me one final meal and then we go our separate ways?” Emilios reached up, brushing her hair out of her face. “I plan on doing this for the rest of our days.”
He watched her, as she watched him, and found himself in utter awe of the simplicity of this. While the idea, and the execution, were more complicated, the actual action of being with her was much like breathing. It took no thought to try and impress her. He didn't need to be anyone other than himself with her. The expectation was to simply enjoy themselves, and they always did. Her comment about them making a hut and living in the woods made him smile.
“With dozens of pixie children running about, barefoot with the sprites.” He said, closing his eyes to picture the scene. “No one would bother us. No one would separate us. We would never wear clothes again, of course.” He suggested, tugging on the sleeve of her chiton. “Saves us the need to make money. You can hunt and I'll rear the children.” He grinned brightly, “It's a sound plan.”
In the year they had been secretly courting, they had gotten very good at sneaking away from their families. It was usually easier for them to run off for alone time when he came to Macendia-- the island was owned by the Leventi and was large enough that they could get lost. And that's what he had done today. He’d taken an early boat over, sending his usual note by maid. It was always simple.
‘See you soon’
There was no need for him to set a time, for he would make sure he left for their spot as soon as he left the letter to be delivered. He didn't mind the wait, making use of the time to practice his archery while she made her way there. Sometimes, she wasn't able to sneak ou until late. But no matter how long it took, she always arrived. And he always waited.
He wasn't much of an artist, but when he found himself with nothing else to do, he would sketch her. Never her full face, for he was uncertain he could do it any sort of justice. But he would focus on smaller features. He had been working on one of her hands pulling a bowstring. As soon as she arrived, he would always give them to her, just to see the little smile on her face with each gesture. He didn't know what she did with them, but it was always just a small way for her to know that he paid attention. He knew every detail of her body and loved to prove it to her.
Emilios was basking in her beauty now, his head on her lap. She had been laughing at a joke, enjoying the way in which she would giggle at the punchline. He loved the way her eyes would light up, how the places that should crinkle would stay smooth with her beauty. She was blessed by the goddess, and he felt like he, too, had done enough to earn her praise. Her lips leaned down to his, in what must have been the 100th kiss of that encounter. He almost caught the back of her head, needing to prolong the touch longer. Instead, she pulled back, and the corners of his lips turned up into a content smile.
His mouth opened with the offered grape, enjoying the sweet crunch between his teeth. “I would think that lying with you is every man's fantasy. I'm just the luck bastard who convinced you to try it with me.” His eyes were dancing in the shade of the tree, too content in this moment to allow anything to spoil it. “Is this how we end things then?” He teased more, “You feed me one final meal and then we go our separate ways?” Emilios reached up, brushing her hair out of her face. “I plan on doing this for the rest of our days.”
He watched her, as she watched him, and found himself in utter awe of the simplicity of this. While the idea, and the execution, were more complicated, the actual action of being with her was much like breathing. It took no thought to try and impress her. He didn't need to be anyone other than himself with her. The expectation was to simply enjoy themselves, and they always did. Her comment about them making a hut and living in the woods made him smile.
“With dozens of pixie children running about, barefoot with the sprites.” He said, closing his eyes to picture the scene. “No one would bother us. No one would separate us. We would never wear clothes again, of course.” He suggested, tugging on the sleeve of her chiton. “Saves us the need to make money. You can hunt and I'll rear the children.” He grinned brightly, “It's a sound plan.”
I would think that lying with you is every man's fantasy. I'm just the lucky bastard who convinced you to try it with me.
Theo smiled at that, a sparkle in her eye as she cupped her lover’s face. She was the lucky one, whatever he said, and these lazy afternoons spent tangled up in each other were the clearest times of her existence. Everything made sense when they were together; nothing felt heavy or burdensome, and every moment was better than the last. The time they spent together felt like it stretched into eternity in the blink of an eye, and she knew even a million days would never be enough. But however many days she had, she knew she wanted to spend them with him.
“You’ve figured me out,” she teased as he teased her, poking her tongue out. “I met you here today with the sole purpose of breaking it off forever. You better memorize my face now before you never see it again.” His hand in her hair and the words that followed melted her tease, however, grabbing his fingers before he could pull his hand back. There was a warmth in her belly at the words he spoke, the sweet endearment of a life promised to the other.
Her warmth dissolved into laughter once more as he further elaborated on the life she described, one of a feral life in the forest, where societal norms and niceties meant nothing. “We’ll have boar and elk every day,” she promised with a grin, keeping his hand in her grasp and twining their fingers. “And each other every night,” she added with a wink. “A horde of happy children, at least a dozen horses, of course…”
Gently shifting their position so that she might curl around him instead, she rested her head on his shoulder while one of her legs casually draped over his. Arm tucked around his waist, she nuzzled gently into his neck and closed her eyes with a contented sigh as she broadened their fantasy even further, “We’ll rule the forests of Taengea side by side. We’ll spend so long among the trees, we’ll become like nymphs, and even the creatures of the wood will know who we are and bow at our approach.”
She grinned at the thought, opening her eyes so she could see his own expression. “We’ll never need anyone else again. The mortal world will forget our names but for the legends that will surely come in our wake. Passed down generation to generation as the guardians of the trees.” Her grin widened as she kissed his cheek. “We ought to start building our hut today just so we can be ready when the time comes for us to disappear.”
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I would think that lying with you is every man's fantasy. I'm just the lucky bastard who convinced you to try it with me.
Theo smiled at that, a sparkle in her eye as she cupped her lover’s face. She was the lucky one, whatever he said, and these lazy afternoons spent tangled up in each other were the clearest times of her existence. Everything made sense when they were together; nothing felt heavy or burdensome, and every moment was better than the last. The time they spent together felt like it stretched into eternity in the blink of an eye, and she knew even a million days would never be enough. But however many days she had, she knew she wanted to spend them with him.
“You’ve figured me out,” she teased as he teased her, poking her tongue out. “I met you here today with the sole purpose of breaking it off forever. You better memorize my face now before you never see it again.” His hand in her hair and the words that followed melted her tease, however, grabbing his fingers before he could pull his hand back. There was a warmth in her belly at the words he spoke, the sweet endearment of a life promised to the other.
Her warmth dissolved into laughter once more as he further elaborated on the life she described, one of a feral life in the forest, where societal norms and niceties meant nothing. “We’ll have boar and elk every day,” she promised with a grin, keeping his hand in her grasp and twining their fingers. “And each other every night,” she added with a wink. “A horde of happy children, at least a dozen horses, of course…”
Gently shifting their position so that she might curl around him instead, she rested her head on his shoulder while one of her legs casually draped over his. Arm tucked around his waist, she nuzzled gently into his neck and closed her eyes with a contented sigh as she broadened their fantasy even further, “We’ll rule the forests of Taengea side by side. We’ll spend so long among the trees, we’ll become like nymphs, and even the creatures of the wood will know who we are and bow at our approach.”
She grinned at the thought, opening her eyes so she could see his own expression. “We’ll never need anyone else again. The mortal world will forget our names but for the legends that will surely come in our wake. Passed down generation to generation as the guardians of the trees.” Her grin widened as she kissed his cheek. “We ought to start building our hut today just so we can be ready when the time comes for us to disappear.”
I would think that lying with you is every man's fantasy. I'm just the lucky bastard who convinced you to try it with me.
Theo smiled at that, a sparkle in her eye as she cupped her lover’s face. She was the lucky one, whatever he said, and these lazy afternoons spent tangled up in each other were the clearest times of her existence. Everything made sense when they were together; nothing felt heavy or burdensome, and every moment was better than the last. The time they spent together felt like it stretched into eternity in the blink of an eye, and she knew even a million days would never be enough. But however many days she had, she knew she wanted to spend them with him.
“You’ve figured me out,” she teased as he teased her, poking her tongue out. “I met you here today with the sole purpose of breaking it off forever. You better memorize my face now before you never see it again.” His hand in her hair and the words that followed melted her tease, however, grabbing his fingers before he could pull his hand back. There was a warmth in her belly at the words he spoke, the sweet endearment of a life promised to the other.
Her warmth dissolved into laughter once more as he further elaborated on the life she described, one of a feral life in the forest, where societal norms and niceties meant nothing. “We’ll have boar and elk every day,” she promised with a grin, keeping his hand in her grasp and twining their fingers. “And each other every night,” she added with a wink. “A horde of happy children, at least a dozen horses, of course…”
Gently shifting their position so that she might curl around him instead, she rested her head on his shoulder while one of her legs casually draped over his. Arm tucked around his waist, she nuzzled gently into his neck and closed her eyes with a contented sigh as she broadened their fantasy even further, “We’ll rule the forests of Taengea side by side. We’ll spend so long among the trees, we’ll become like nymphs, and even the creatures of the wood will know who we are and bow at our approach.”
She grinned at the thought, opening her eyes so she could see his own expression. “We’ll never need anyone else again. The mortal world will forget our names but for the legends that will surely come in our wake. Passed down generation to generation as the guardians of the trees.” Her grin widened as she kissed his cheek. “We ought to start building our hut today just so we can be ready when the time comes for us to disappear.”
He couldn’t help but feel like he’d found the other half of his heart when he’d met Theo. If the first time they met didn’t count, they’d started off as friends. And while they had quickly moved from friends to lover, the foundation of their friendship was always at the base. But the way she fit against him was as if she had been made just for him. There were no gaps between them, her slim frame starting where his ended. Shapely leg on top of his, he pulled her even closer to him.
And he sighed in bliss.
She spoke of leaving, and the fear of that eventually happening gripped him harder than he expected. For a moment, he worried that she would in fact vanish from his side, as if the goddess herself would take her away from him. But before he was able to ensure that she was real, that she wasn’t going anywhere, she was laughing. And he found himself focusing on the picture they were painting.
Life would be easy if they weren’t who they were.
His eyes closed, too, and he watched the scene unfold. He saw her, dressed simply but beautifully over a humble hearth. The fire burned low, meat roasting to full the room with a warmth. Children danced through the frame, a healthy mix of daughters and sons. Laughter filled his ears, but from her or the images, he wasn’t sure. And he was at her side, hand on her growing stomach with another child on the way. He wouldn’t have minded the simple life, as long as he was doing it with her.
But as quickly as the scene was painted, it was gone. She was at his side, real and warm, but for how long? “Theo…” He said, shifting so that she was underneath him. “You deserve better than a hut in the woods, ruling over the trees.” Propping himself up on his elbow, he brushed her hair aside. “You deserve the world, my love.” Leaning in, he pressed a long kiss to her lips. There was no hurry in the action, his hand caressing her cheek as he tried to show her just how much he loved her.
Pulling back, he continued to brush her hair back. “I want to speak with my father.” He said, knowing that there seemed to be no other option for them. “He would need to start the conversation with your uncle, but I would only ask it if you wanted it. I do not want fantasies, to regret what we may never have.” He hoped she realized that he was fully serious now. “I want forever, Theodora. Do you not tire of stolen moments and uncertain futures?” He asked.
“Tell me what you desire, my heart, and I will do anything in my power to make it happen.”
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He couldn’t help but feel like he’d found the other half of his heart when he’d met Theo. If the first time they met didn’t count, they’d started off as friends. And while they had quickly moved from friends to lover, the foundation of their friendship was always at the base. But the way she fit against him was as if she had been made just for him. There were no gaps between them, her slim frame starting where his ended. Shapely leg on top of his, he pulled her even closer to him.
And he sighed in bliss.
She spoke of leaving, and the fear of that eventually happening gripped him harder than he expected. For a moment, he worried that she would in fact vanish from his side, as if the goddess herself would take her away from him. But before he was able to ensure that she was real, that she wasn’t going anywhere, she was laughing. And he found himself focusing on the picture they were painting.
Life would be easy if they weren’t who they were.
His eyes closed, too, and he watched the scene unfold. He saw her, dressed simply but beautifully over a humble hearth. The fire burned low, meat roasting to full the room with a warmth. Children danced through the frame, a healthy mix of daughters and sons. Laughter filled his ears, but from her or the images, he wasn’t sure. And he was at her side, hand on her growing stomach with another child on the way. He wouldn’t have minded the simple life, as long as he was doing it with her.
But as quickly as the scene was painted, it was gone. She was at his side, real and warm, but for how long? “Theo…” He said, shifting so that she was underneath him. “You deserve better than a hut in the woods, ruling over the trees.” Propping himself up on his elbow, he brushed her hair aside. “You deserve the world, my love.” Leaning in, he pressed a long kiss to her lips. There was no hurry in the action, his hand caressing her cheek as he tried to show her just how much he loved her.
Pulling back, he continued to brush her hair back. “I want to speak with my father.” He said, knowing that there seemed to be no other option for them. “He would need to start the conversation with your uncle, but I would only ask it if you wanted it. I do not want fantasies, to regret what we may never have.” He hoped she realized that he was fully serious now. “I want forever, Theodora. Do you not tire of stolen moments and uncertain futures?” He asked.
“Tell me what you desire, my heart, and I will do anything in my power to make it happen.”
He couldn’t help but feel like he’d found the other half of his heart when he’d met Theo. If the first time they met didn’t count, they’d started off as friends. And while they had quickly moved from friends to lover, the foundation of their friendship was always at the base. But the way she fit against him was as if she had been made just for him. There were no gaps between them, her slim frame starting where his ended. Shapely leg on top of his, he pulled her even closer to him.
And he sighed in bliss.
She spoke of leaving, and the fear of that eventually happening gripped him harder than he expected. For a moment, he worried that she would in fact vanish from his side, as if the goddess herself would take her away from him. But before he was able to ensure that she was real, that she wasn’t going anywhere, she was laughing. And he found himself focusing on the picture they were painting.
Life would be easy if they weren’t who they were.
His eyes closed, too, and he watched the scene unfold. He saw her, dressed simply but beautifully over a humble hearth. The fire burned low, meat roasting to full the room with a warmth. Children danced through the frame, a healthy mix of daughters and sons. Laughter filled his ears, but from her or the images, he wasn’t sure. And he was at her side, hand on her growing stomach with another child on the way. He wouldn’t have minded the simple life, as long as he was doing it with her.
But as quickly as the scene was painted, it was gone. She was at his side, real and warm, but for how long? “Theo…” He said, shifting so that she was underneath him. “You deserve better than a hut in the woods, ruling over the trees.” Propping himself up on his elbow, he brushed her hair aside. “You deserve the world, my love.” Leaning in, he pressed a long kiss to her lips. There was no hurry in the action, his hand caressing her cheek as he tried to show her just how much he loved her.
Pulling back, he continued to brush her hair back. “I want to speak with my father.” He said, knowing that there seemed to be no other option for them. “He would need to start the conversation with your uncle, but I would only ask it if you wanted it. I do not want fantasies, to regret what we may never have.” He hoped she realized that he was fully serious now. “I want forever, Theodora. Do you not tire of stolen moments and uncertain futures?” He asked.
“Tell me what you desire, my heart, and I will do anything in my power to make it happen.”
It was an idyllic dream, and as much as she might wish for it to be real, Theo knew it could never be. Birth and circumstance alike meant that a simple life was far out of her reach, destined instead for Court and country. It was a fate she never minded before; from the moment she was born, she knew she would marry for honor and prestige, not love. The second born daughter of a powerful House, and one said to be blessed on top of it, she had a duty above her own heart.
None of that mattered until she met Emilios.
Suddenly, she understood fairy tales and love stories, how one could sacrifice everything for a single person. Her heart sang when they were together, the smiles and joy he brought to her soul outweighing anything she’d known before. How could she marry for advancement when she had the stuff of bards’ songs right in her grasp?
It was as if he read her very thoughts, opening her eyes when he began to speak again. Leaning into the sweet kiss he pressed against her mouth, her hand rested against his neck as her body yearned into his. When he pulled back, she remained where she was for a long moment, forehead pressed to his. She only leaned back when she realized what exactly he was saying, fanciful tales of forest nymphs and barefoot children falling away as he spoke of building a real future. Warmth spreading from her belly to her chest, her heart felt like it might burst if it started racing any harder.
Eyes wide, her lips parted as she stared at him. Did he mean it? While there was something to be said for the allure of a secret affair, of course Theodora didn’t want that forever. She loved Emilios, by the gods how she loved him, and she wanted the world to know. She wanted to be Theodora of Mikaelidas, to bear him sons and stand at his side for the rest of their days. But would their families ever really agree? Would her parents find him suitable enough? Or would they risk everything to wind up with nothing?
Catching his hand again, she held it against her cheek and leaned into his touch. “I want forever too,” she whispered, holding his gaze as a slow, tremulous smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. “No one has ever made me question the world the way you do, or made me long for so much more. Laughing or crying, whispering or shouting, the time I’ve had with you has been the happiest of my life.” Releasing his hand, she cupped his face instead with both of hers. “You are what I desire. Until we draw our last breaths, I want to spend them all with you.”
Brushing a featherlight kiss over his lips, she held him to her, her hands dropping from his face to wrap her arms around his neck. “Speak to your father,” she murmured, her fingers tangling through his hair. “Do whatever you have to to convince him. A love like ours has to count for something, right?”
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It was an idyllic dream, and as much as she might wish for it to be real, Theo knew it could never be. Birth and circumstance alike meant that a simple life was far out of her reach, destined instead for Court and country. It was a fate she never minded before; from the moment she was born, she knew she would marry for honor and prestige, not love. The second born daughter of a powerful House, and one said to be blessed on top of it, she had a duty above her own heart.
None of that mattered until she met Emilios.
Suddenly, she understood fairy tales and love stories, how one could sacrifice everything for a single person. Her heart sang when they were together, the smiles and joy he brought to her soul outweighing anything she’d known before. How could she marry for advancement when she had the stuff of bards’ songs right in her grasp?
It was as if he read her very thoughts, opening her eyes when he began to speak again. Leaning into the sweet kiss he pressed against her mouth, her hand rested against his neck as her body yearned into his. When he pulled back, she remained where she was for a long moment, forehead pressed to his. She only leaned back when she realized what exactly he was saying, fanciful tales of forest nymphs and barefoot children falling away as he spoke of building a real future. Warmth spreading from her belly to her chest, her heart felt like it might burst if it started racing any harder.
Eyes wide, her lips parted as she stared at him. Did he mean it? While there was something to be said for the allure of a secret affair, of course Theodora didn’t want that forever. She loved Emilios, by the gods how she loved him, and she wanted the world to know. She wanted to be Theodora of Mikaelidas, to bear him sons and stand at his side for the rest of their days. But would their families ever really agree? Would her parents find him suitable enough? Or would they risk everything to wind up with nothing?
Catching his hand again, she held it against her cheek and leaned into his touch. “I want forever too,” she whispered, holding his gaze as a slow, tremulous smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. “No one has ever made me question the world the way you do, or made me long for so much more. Laughing or crying, whispering or shouting, the time I’ve had with you has been the happiest of my life.” Releasing his hand, she cupped his face instead with both of hers. “You are what I desire. Until we draw our last breaths, I want to spend them all with you.”
Brushing a featherlight kiss over his lips, she held him to her, her hands dropping from his face to wrap her arms around his neck. “Speak to your father,” she murmured, her fingers tangling through his hair. “Do whatever you have to to convince him. A love like ours has to count for something, right?”
It was an idyllic dream, and as much as she might wish for it to be real, Theo knew it could never be. Birth and circumstance alike meant that a simple life was far out of her reach, destined instead for Court and country. It was a fate she never minded before; from the moment she was born, she knew she would marry for honor and prestige, not love. The second born daughter of a powerful House, and one said to be blessed on top of it, she had a duty above her own heart.
None of that mattered until she met Emilios.
Suddenly, she understood fairy tales and love stories, how one could sacrifice everything for a single person. Her heart sang when they were together, the smiles and joy he brought to her soul outweighing anything she’d known before. How could she marry for advancement when she had the stuff of bards’ songs right in her grasp?
It was as if he read her very thoughts, opening her eyes when he began to speak again. Leaning into the sweet kiss he pressed against her mouth, her hand rested against his neck as her body yearned into his. When he pulled back, she remained where she was for a long moment, forehead pressed to his. She only leaned back when she realized what exactly he was saying, fanciful tales of forest nymphs and barefoot children falling away as he spoke of building a real future. Warmth spreading from her belly to her chest, her heart felt like it might burst if it started racing any harder.
Eyes wide, her lips parted as she stared at him. Did he mean it? While there was something to be said for the allure of a secret affair, of course Theodora didn’t want that forever. She loved Emilios, by the gods how she loved him, and she wanted the world to know. She wanted to be Theodora of Mikaelidas, to bear him sons and stand at his side for the rest of their days. But would their families ever really agree? Would her parents find him suitable enough? Or would they risk everything to wind up with nothing?
Catching his hand again, she held it against her cheek and leaned into his touch. “I want forever too,” she whispered, holding his gaze as a slow, tremulous smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. “No one has ever made me question the world the way you do, or made me long for so much more. Laughing or crying, whispering or shouting, the time I’ve had with you has been the happiest of my life.” Releasing his hand, she cupped his face instead with both of hers. “You are what I desire. Until we draw our last breaths, I want to spend them all with you.”
Brushing a featherlight kiss over his lips, she held him to her, her hands dropping from his face to wrap her arms around his neck. “Speak to your father,” she murmured, her fingers tangling through his hair. “Do whatever you have to to convince him. A love like ours has to count for something, right?”
They spoke of a life all of their own. He remembered the stories of his childhood, of gods who fell in love with mortals, of lives full of riches simply because of love. He wanted that, and perhaps it was a bit childish of him to think that he could find it. Life was not that fair, he had also been taught. It was easier to aim for the attainable, and she had been so far out of his reach that he shouldn’t have thought he could have ever won a girl like Theodora Leventi.
And yet, she was here.
He knew every inch of her body, knew the curves of her hip bone against her flesh-- how often has his fingers traced the lines that it created? He knew the softness of her stomach-- hadn’t his head had rested against it so many times? He could vividly paint every inch of skin, down to the placement of each and every freckle as it appeared on his body. He worshiped her as if she wasn’t just blessed by Aphrodite, but was the goddess herself. And yet, that would hardly be enough for her to be his.
He needed to prove himself, to set up the reasoning for the arrangement. And he would have to rely on his father’s friendship with her uncle in order to see it through. There had to be something there that he would be able to use to make it appear as if it was the best option for them. Emilios would have to seem like the only choice, and to do that, he would have to somehow
There was a breath that was stuck in his lungs as he waited for her response. Perhaps he had misread everything. Perhaps he was just a fun thing for her to use before settling down to her real husband. Or that there was no real intention. And yet, her desire for forever too let him relax. “And I you, my heart.” He said, eyes bright with renewed hope. He had learned to hide his emotions (thought not as well as his father would have liked), but with her, there was no need. His smile widened, her hair brushed back gently from her face. “I have never considered marriage before meeting you. I have never been able to see a future for myself. I thought it settling”
A laugh, a soft kiss to her lips. “I’ve tricked you, my Theo, into settling for me. You could do so much better than me, but I do not think I’ll ever let you go now. I won’t be able to talk to him much before my battalion leaves, but I can at least start the conversation.” Emilios was grinning, and kissing her. His lips had a hard time leaving hers.
He would spend the rest of his life trying to get in as many of these kisses as possible.
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They spoke of a life all of their own. He remembered the stories of his childhood, of gods who fell in love with mortals, of lives full of riches simply because of love. He wanted that, and perhaps it was a bit childish of him to think that he could find it. Life was not that fair, he had also been taught. It was easier to aim for the attainable, and she had been so far out of his reach that he shouldn’t have thought he could have ever won a girl like Theodora Leventi.
And yet, she was here.
He knew every inch of her body, knew the curves of her hip bone against her flesh-- how often has his fingers traced the lines that it created? He knew the softness of her stomach-- hadn’t his head had rested against it so many times? He could vividly paint every inch of skin, down to the placement of each and every freckle as it appeared on his body. He worshiped her as if she wasn’t just blessed by Aphrodite, but was the goddess herself. And yet, that would hardly be enough for her to be his.
He needed to prove himself, to set up the reasoning for the arrangement. And he would have to rely on his father’s friendship with her uncle in order to see it through. There had to be something there that he would be able to use to make it appear as if it was the best option for them. Emilios would have to seem like the only choice, and to do that, he would have to somehow
There was a breath that was stuck in his lungs as he waited for her response. Perhaps he had misread everything. Perhaps he was just a fun thing for her to use before settling down to her real husband. Or that there was no real intention. And yet, her desire for forever too let him relax. “And I you, my heart.” He said, eyes bright with renewed hope. He had learned to hide his emotions (thought not as well as his father would have liked), but with her, there was no need. His smile widened, her hair brushed back gently from her face. “I have never considered marriage before meeting you. I have never been able to see a future for myself. I thought it settling”
A laugh, a soft kiss to her lips. “I’ve tricked you, my Theo, into settling for me. You could do so much better than me, but I do not think I’ll ever let you go now. I won’t be able to talk to him much before my battalion leaves, but I can at least start the conversation.” Emilios was grinning, and kissing her. His lips had a hard time leaving hers.
He would spend the rest of his life trying to get in as many of these kisses as possible.
They spoke of a life all of their own. He remembered the stories of his childhood, of gods who fell in love with mortals, of lives full of riches simply because of love. He wanted that, and perhaps it was a bit childish of him to think that he could find it. Life was not that fair, he had also been taught. It was easier to aim for the attainable, and she had been so far out of his reach that he shouldn’t have thought he could have ever won a girl like Theodora Leventi.
And yet, she was here.
He knew every inch of her body, knew the curves of her hip bone against her flesh-- how often has his fingers traced the lines that it created? He knew the softness of her stomach-- hadn’t his head had rested against it so many times? He could vividly paint every inch of skin, down to the placement of each and every freckle as it appeared on his body. He worshiped her as if she wasn’t just blessed by Aphrodite, but was the goddess herself. And yet, that would hardly be enough for her to be his.
He needed to prove himself, to set up the reasoning for the arrangement. And he would have to rely on his father’s friendship with her uncle in order to see it through. There had to be something there that he would be able to use to make it appear as if it was the best option for them. Emilios would have to seem like the only choice, and to do that, he would have to somehow
There was a breath that was stuck in his lungs as he waited for her response. Perhaps he had misread everything. Perhaps he was just a fun thing for her to use before settling down to her real husband. Or that there was no real intention. And yet, her desire for forever too let him relax. “And I you, my heart.” He said, eyes bright with renewed hope. He had learned to hide his emotions (thought not as well as his father would have liked), but with her, there was no need. His smile widened, her hair brushed back gently from her face. “I have never considered marriage before meeting you. I have never been able to see a future for myself. I thought it settling”
A laugh, a soft kiss to her lips. “I’ve tricked you, my Theo, into settling for me. You could do so much better than me, but I do not think I’ll ever let you go now. I won’t be able to talk to him much before my battalion leaves, but I can at least start the conversation.” Emilios was grinning, and kissing her. His lips had a hard time leaving hers.
He would spend the rest of his life trying to get in as many of these kisses as possible.
I’ve tricked you, my Theo, into settling for me. You could do so much better than me, but I do not think I’ll ever let you go now.
Theo never wanted him to let her go; if she could spend every moment of every day in his embrace, it still wouldn’t be enough. Was this how love was for everyone? To be consumed by thoughts of him day in and day out? To miss him when they were parted, and to dread their parting when they were together? The laughter, the tears, the petty squabbles, and lighthearted teasing… gods, but it was all she could hope for and more, and to think of spending her life with anyone else was sheer torture. How could she ever feel for anyone what she felt for the man in her arms?
It hardly felt like settling to her.
“Swear it,” she murmured against his lips as they met hers again and again. Her hand traced down the side of his face, the press of his mouth stirring a familiar warmth in her belly, a flutter she never felt with anyone but him. “Swear you’ll never let me go, no matter what your father says.”
Would Irakles ever agree to their union? Would Fotios or her parents? Surely there had to be some way to convince them, some way to make them agree it was in all their best interests. Selene was slated to marry Prince Zacharias; even if it wasn’t official, everyone all but knew it. With that union practically secure, why should she not be joined to the other branch of the Mikaelidas? Did it not make sense to forge an even stronger bond between the two Houses?
“I could never do better than you,” she insisted in a husky whisper as her lips left his to journey across his jaw and down his neck to the bend of his shoulder. Nuzzling softly against the warmth of his flesh, she breathed in a gentle sigh. “You are everything to me, Emilios. Nothing could ever change that.”
Tilting her head back to meet his eyes, her face softened in a smile; a special, tender smile she reserved just for him. “We will have our little hut in the woods,” she insisted, a naïve certainty in her words that would later tear at her heart. “Even if we must sneak away from our sprawling manor to find it.”
Her lips found his again, lingering against his for several long moments as her tongue gently teased and probed to find his. Fingers tangled in the front his chiton, she pulled away with a ragged breath, a steely resolve in her gaze.
“We are meant for each other, you and I. We will simply have to make them all see it.”
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I’ve tricked you, my Theo, into settling for me. You could do so much better than me, but I do not think I’ll ever let you go now.
Theo never wanted him to let her go; if she could spend every moment of every day in his embrace, it still wouldn’t be enough. Was this how love was for everyone? To be consumed by thoughts of him day in and day out? To miss him when they were parted, and to dread their parting when they were together? The laughter, the tears, the petty squabbles, and lighthearted teasing… gods, but it was all she could hope for and more, and to think of spending her life with anyone else was sheer torture. How could she ever feel for anyone what she felt for the man in her arms?
It hardly felt like settling to her.
“Swear it,” she murmured against his lips as they met hers again and again. Her hand traced down the side of his face, the press of his mouth stirring a familiar warmth in her belly, a flutter she never felt with anyone but him. “Swear you’ll never let me go, no matter what your father says.”
Would Irakles ever agree to their union? Would Fotios or her parents? Surely there had to be some way to convince them, some way to make them agree it was in all their best interests. Selene was slated to marry Prince Zacharias; even if it wasn’t official, everyone all but knew it. With that union practically secure, why should she not be joined to the other branch of the Mikaelidas? Did it not make sense to forge an even stronger bond between the two Houses?
“I could never do better than you,” she insisted in a husky whisper as her lips left his to journey across his jaw and down his neck to the bend of his shoulder. Nuzzling softly against the warmth of his flesh, she breathed in a gentle sigh. “You are everything to me, Emilios. Nothing could ever change that.”
Tilting her head back to meet his eyes, her face softened in a smile; a special, tender smile she reserved just for him. “We will have our little hut in the woods,” she insisted, a naïve certainty in her words that would later tear at her heart. “Even if we must sneak away from our sprawling manor to find it.”
Her lips found his again, lingering against his for several long moments as her tongue gently teased and probed to find his. Fingers tangled in the front his chiton, she pulled away with a ragged breath, a steely resolve in her gaze.
“We are meant for each other, you and I. We will simply have to make them all see it.”
I’ve tricked you, my Theo, into settling for me. You could do so much better than me, but I do not think I’ll ever let you go now.
Theo never wanted him to let her go; if she could spend every moment of every day in his embrace, it still wouldn’t be enough. Was this how love was for everyone? To be consumed by thoughts of him day in and day out? To miss him when they were parted, and to dread their parting when they were together? The laughter, the tears, the petty squabbles, and lighthearted teasing… gods, but it was all she could hope for and more, and to think of spending her life with anyone else was sheer torture. How could she ever feel for anyone what she felt for the man in her arms?
It hardly felt like settling to her.
“Swear it,” she murmured against his lips as they met hers again and again. Her hand traced down the side of his face, the press of his mouth stirring a familiar warmth in her belly, a flutter she never felt with anyone but him. “Swear you’ll never let me go, no matter what your father says.”
Would Irakles ever agree to their union? Would Fotios or her parents? Surely there had to be some way to convince them, some way to make them agree it was in all their best interests. Selene was slated to marry Prince Zacharias; even if it wasn’t official, everyone all but knew it. With that union practically secure, why should she not be joined to the other branch of the Mikaelidas? Did it not make sense to forge an even stronger bond between the two Houses?
“I could never do better than you,” she insisted in a husky whisper as her lips left his to journey across his jaw and down his neck to the bend of his shoulder. Nuzzling softly against the warmth of his flesh, she breathed in a gentle sigh. “You are everything to me, Emilios. Nothing could ever change that.”
Tilting her head back to meet his eyes, her face softened in a smile; a special, tender smile she reserved just for him. “We will have our little hut in the woods,” she insisted, a naïve certainty in her words that would later tear at her heart. “Even if we must sneak away from our sprawling manor to find it.”
Her lips found his again, lingering against his for several long moments as her tongue gently teased and probed to find his. Fingers tangled in the front his chiton, she pulled away with a ragged breath, a steely resolve in her gaze.
“We are meant for each other, you and I. We will simply have to make them all see it.”
He wondered what he had done that the Gods had smiled down upon him so favorably. After all, it was not as if he was a devoted follower of them. Sure, he prayed, and believed, but it was not as if he gave offerings as frequently as others did. Emilios had often felt like he would spend the rest of his life in the shadow of his brother, rarely successful when compared to a man who could truly do no wrong. And yet, somehow, he would have a bride on his shoulders the likes of which his brother would never be so lucky.
His days would be spent with a goddess, and there was no one who could take that away from him.
Hand starting at her hair, he brushed a curl behind her ear. “I promise to be the first thing you see each morning.” Fingertips dancing across her cheek, “The first voice you hear,” dancing across the pout of her lips, “The first name on your tongue.” He leaned in to kiss her, barely making contact, “The first one that you touch.” Pressing into her, he let his hand drift down the curve of her neck. “I promise to be the reason you cannot bear to wear clothing.” His eyes were dancing with this promise, brushing aside the cloth on her shoulder to kiss the spot that was once covered. “I promise to be the reason your heart beats.” He let his hand move to her breast, outlining its shape without touching the surface. “I promise to make it race with passion, to make it stop with affection and to make it skip with a glance.” His hand followed the same motion around her other breast, moving to her stomach. “I promise to provide you shelter, and comfort and sustenance.” His fingers were butterflies across her stomach, shifting lower towards the core of her. “I promise to make you burn for me, to ache with need, to swell with desire.”
He brushed the material upwards, exposing her pale legs with an expert motion. “I promise to be the firm ground you walk on, to carry you when you can no longer shoulder the burden and to protect you. I will be in every storm, every sunset. I promise to be the last person you see each night. And when we are old, I shall be the one who crosses the river with you. Not even the Gods will separate us, Theodora.” His eyes no longer followed the motion of his hand, locked onto her so firmly, hoping she knew just how much of his heart she carried.
There was a sweetness in her sentiment, in the fact that she felt as if she was the lucky one. But he knew how she lowered herself to be with him. He was no Baron, no title to his name. Any land that he would have would most likely be given to him by someone else so that he could take a family. There was little money of his own to provide for her with. Even with the family name, he was still considered a beggar-- he would have to either set off on his own to make his fortune or expect his family to see to his happiness. Most likely, her wealth would be what set them up. But none of that mattered, for even at the end of the day, they were happy.
“I shall convince my father that there is no other option but to seal out houses together in marriage. That there is no other fit match for you than I.” He pressed his lips to her again, deepening the kiss into his promise for her. How else would he prove just how serious his intentions were. His hand continued to drag the material of her chiton up her leg, so the swell of her hip was bare, letting his fingers grip her flesh.
“You are mine, Theo. Never forget that.”
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He wondered what he had done that the Gods had smiled down upon him so favorably. After all, it was not as if he was a devoted follower of them. Sure, he prayed, and believed, but it was not as if he gave offerings as frequently as others did. Emilios had often felt like he would spend the rest of his life in the shadow of his brother, rarely successful when compared to a man who could truly do no wrong. And yet, somehow, he would have a bride on his shoulders the likes of which his brother would never be so lucky.
His days would be spent with a goddess, and there was no one who could take that away from him.
Hand starting at her hair, he brushed a curl behind her ear. “I promise to be the first thing you see each morning.” Fingertips dancing across her cheek, “The first voice you hear,” dancing across the pout of her lips, “The first name on your tongue.” He leaned in to kiss her, barely making contact, “The first one that you touch.” Pressing into her, he let his hand drift down the curve of her neck. “I promise to be the reason you cannot bear to wear clothing.” His eyes were dancing with this promise, brushing aside the cloth on her shoulder to kiss the spot that was once covered. “I promise to be the reason your heart beats.” He let his hand move to her breast, outlining its shape without touching the surface. “I promise to make it race with passion, to make it stop with affection and to make it skip with a glance.” His hand followed the same motion around her other breast, moving to her stomach. “I promise to provide you shelter, and comfort and sustenance.” His fingers were butterflies across her stomach, shifting lower towards the core of her. “I promise to make you burn for me, to ache with need, to swell with desire.”
He brushed the material upwards, exposing her pale legs with an expert motion. “I promise to be the firm ground you walk on, to carry you when you can no longer shoulder the burden and to protect you. I will be in every storm, every sunset. I promise to be the last person you see each night. And when we are old, I shall be the one who crosses the river with you. Not even the Gods will separate us, Theodora.” His eyes no longer followed the motion of his hand, locked onto her so firmly, hoping she knew just how much of his heart she carried.
There was a sweetness in her sentiment, in the fact that she felt as if she was the lucky one. But he knew how she lowered herself to be with him. He was no Baron, no title to his name. Any land that he would have would most likely be given to him by someone else so that he could take a family. There was little money of his own to provide for her with. Even with the family name, he was still considered a beggar-- he would have to either set off on his own to make his fortune or expect his family to see to his happiness. Most likely, her wealth would be what set them up. But none of that mattered, for even at the end of the day, they were happy.
“I shall convince my father that there is no other option but to seal out houses together in marriage. That there is no other fit match for you than I.” He pressed his lips to her again, deepening the kiss into his promise for her. How else would he prove just how serious his intentions were. His hand continued to drag the material of her chiton up her leg, so the swell of her hip was bare, letting his fingers grip her flesh.
“You are mine, Theo. Never forget that.”
He wondered what he had done that the Gods had smiled down upon him so favorably. After all, it was not as if he was a devoted follower of them. Sure, he prayed, and believed, but it was not as if he gave offerings as frequently as others did. Emilios had often felt like he would spend the rest of his life in the shadow of his brother, rarely successful when compared to a man who could truly do no wrong. And yet, somehow, he would have a bride on his shoulders the likes of which his brother would never be so lucky.
His days would be spent with a goddess, and there was no one who could take that away from him.
Hand starting at her hair, he brushed a curl behind her ear. “I promise to be the first thing you see each morning.” Fingertips dancing across her cheek, “The first voice you hear,” dancing across the pout of her lips, “The first name on your tongue.” He leaned in to kiss her, barely making contact, “The first one that you touch.” Pressing into her, he let his hand drift down the curve of her neck. “I promise to be the reason you cannot bear to wear clothing.” His eyes were dancing with this promise, brushing aside the cloth on her shoulder to kiss the spot that was once covered. “I promise to be the reason your heart beats.” He let his hand move to her breast, outlining its shape without touching the surface. “I promise to make it race with passion, to make it stop with affection and to make it skip with a glance.” His hand followed the same motion around her other breast, moving to her stomach. “I promise to provide you shelter, and comfort and sustenance.” His fingers were butterflies across her stomach, shifting lower towards the core of her. “I promise to make you burn for me, to ache with need, to swell with desire.”
He brushed the material upwards, exposing her pale legs with an expert motion. “I promise to be the firm ground you walk on, to carry you when you can no longer shoulder the burden and to protect you. I will be in every storm, every sunset. I promise to be the last person you see each night. And when we are old, I shall be the one who crosses the river with you. Not even the Gods will separate us, Theodora.” His eyes no longer followed the motion of his hand, locked onto her so firmly, hoping she knew just how much of his heart she carried.
There was a sweetness in her sentiment, in the fact that she felt as if she was the lucky one. But he knew how she lowered herself to be with him. He was no Baron, no title to his name. Any land that he would have would most likely be given to him by someone else so that he could take a family. There was little money of his own to provide for her with. Even with the family name, he was still considered a beggar-- he would have to either set off on his own to make his fortune or expect his family to see to his happiness. Most likely, her wealth would be what set them up. But none of that mattered, for even at the end of the day, they were happy.
“I shall convince my father that there is no other option but to seal out houses together in marriage. That there is no other fit match for you than I.” He pressed his lips to her again, deepening the kiss into his promise for her. How else would he prove just how serious his intentions were. His hand continued to drag the material of her chiton up her leg, so the swell of her hip was bare, letting his fingers grip her flesh.
“You are mine, Theo. Never forget that.”
A sweet litany of promises spilled forth from her lover’s lips, the words and the trailing of his fingers speeding her breath and her heart alike. She leaned into the gentle touches, her gaze never leaving him as he swore to her all the things he would be. The first thing she saw in the morning. The first name on her tongue. The reason her heart beats. The firm ground she walked on. The one she would cross the River Styx with. He would be everything to her and more, and each promise woven pulled her in tighter. It was a dream even more beautiful than their little cottage in the woods, and palace or hovel, it didn’t matter. Wherever he was, that was home.
Empty vows were a mark of nobility, but with Emilios, she never doubted. There was conviction in his voice, a promise in the way he moved her gown up her leg, assurance in his hand at her hip. His lips captured hers again, an oath sworn in that kiss, and she held him to her that much longer. How could they ever be anything but what they were? Surely, if he spoke to his father as earnestly as he did her, there was nothing that could keep them apart. Would the gods be so cruel as to bless her with such devotion only to be refused the chance to hold him forever?
No. This meant something, she just knew it. Aphrodite herself must have brought them together, and Theo had faith she would not let them be separated. This was forever. It had to be.
You are mine, Theo. Never forget that.
“And you are mine.” Her voice whispered against his kiss, her knee pulling up as her leg twined around his. Both hands stroked down the sides of his face as she pulled back enough to look at him, to lock her gaze with his and convey that his feelings were not one-sided. She wanted everything he had just described, for him to be in every sunrise and sunset—to burn for him, to ache with need, to swell with desire until the ends of their days. He could set her afire with just a touch, her heart hanging on every word he spoke. While he might thank the gods for how lucky he was, she knew well the blessing he brought to her life. Whatever he said, she knew that she could do no better, and she never wanted to. He was everything she could have asked for, and she wanted to tell him that every day until their last.
“I love you, Emilios of Mikaelidas.” Another kiss was feathered over his lips, her nose gently nuzzling against his. “This day and every day, my heart, my body, and my soul are yours. Nothing can change that.” Her fingers slid through his hair, kisses trailing along his jaw and throat to stop at his shoulder when she spoke again. “If your father refuses, we will find a way—that is my promise. Even if I must renounce everything I have and leave this life behind, I will be with you.”
Her mouth brushed the hollow of his throat as she murmured, “I swear it.”
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A sweet litany of promises spilled forth from her lover’s lips, the words and the trailing of his fingers speeding her breath and her heart alike. She leaned into the gentle touches, her gaze never leaving him as he swore to her all the things he would be. The first thing she saw in the morning. The first name on her tongue. The reason her heart beats. The firm ground she walked on. The one she would cross the River Styx with. He would be everything to her and more, and each promise woven pulled her in tighter. It was a dream even more beautiful than their little cottage in the woods, and palace or hovel, it didn’t matter. Wherever he was, that was home.
Empty vows were a mark of nobility, but with Emilios, she never doubted. There was conviction in his voice, a promise in the way he moved her gown up her leg, assurance in his hand at her hip. His lips captured hers again, an oath sworn in that kiss, and she held him to her that much longer. How could they ever be anything but what they were? Surely, if he spoke to his father as earnestly as he did her, there was nothing that could keep them apart. Would the gods be so cruel as to bless her with such devotion only to be refused the chance to hold him forever?
No. This meant something, she just knew it. Aphrodite herself must have brought them together, and Theo had faith she would not let them be separated. This was forever. It had to be.
You are mine, Theo. Never forget that.
“And you are mine.” Her voice whispered against his kiss, her knee pulling up as her leg twined around his. Both hands stroked down the sides of his face as she pulled back enough to look at him, to lock her gaze with his and convey that his feelings were not one-sided. She wanted everything he had just described, for him to be in every sunrise and sunset—to burn for him, to ache with need, to swell with desire until the ends of their days. He could set her afire with just a touch, her heart hanging on every word he spoke. While he might thank the gods for how lucky he was, she knew well the blessing he brought to her life. Whatever he said, she knew that she could do no better, and she never wanted to. He was everything she could have asked for, and she wanted to tell him that every day until their last.
“I love you, Emilios of Mikaelidas.” Another kiss was feathered over his lips, her nose gently nuzzling against his. “This day and every day, my heart, my body, and my soul are yours. Nothing can change that.” Her fingers slid through his hair, kisses trailing along his jaw and throat to stop at his shoulder when she spoke again. “If your father refuses, we will find a way—that is my promise. Even if I must renounce everything I have and leave this life behind, I will be with you.”
Her mouth brushed the hollow of his throat as she murmured, “I swear it.”
A sweet litany of promises spilled forth from her lover’s lips, the words and the trailing of his fingers speeding her breath and her heart alike. She leaned into the gentle touches, her gaze never leaving him as he swore to her all the things he would be. The first thing she saw in the morning. The first name on her tongue. The reason her heart beats. The firm ground she walked on. The one she would cross the River Styx with. He would be everything to her and more, and each promise woven pulled her in tighter. It was a dream even more beautiful than their little cottage in the woods, and palace or hovel, it didn’t matter. Wherever he was, that was home.
Empty vows were a mark of nobility, but with Emilios, she never doubted. There was conviction in his voice, a promise in the way he moved her gown up her leg, assurance in his hand at her hip. His lips captured hers again, an oath sworn in that kiss, and she held him to her that much longer. How could they ever be anything but what they were? Surely, if he spoke to his father as earnestly as he did her, there was nothing that could keep them apart. Would the gods be so cruel as to bless her with such devotion only to be refused the chance to hold him forever?
No. This meant something, she just knew it. Aphrodite herself must have brought them together, and Theo had faith she would not let them be separated. This was forever. It had to be.
You are mine, Theo. Never forget that.
“And you are mine.” Her voice whispered against his kiss, her knee pulling up as her leg twined around his. Both hands stroked down the sides of his face as she pulled back enough to look at him, to lock her gaze with his and convey that his feelings were not one-sided. She wanted everything he had just described, for him to be in every sunrise and sunset—to burn for him, to ache with need, to swell with desire until the ends of their days. He could set her afire with just a touch, her heart hanging on every word he spoke. While he might thank the gods for how lucky he was, she knew well the blessing he brought to her life. Whatever he said, she knew that she could do no better, and she never wanted to. He was everything she could have asked for, and she wanted to tell him that every day until their last.
“I love you, Emilios of Mikaelidas.” Another kiss was feathered over his lips, her nose gently nuzzling against his. “This day and every day, my heart, my body, and my soul are yours. Nothing can change that.” Her fingers slid through his hair, kisses trailing along his jaw and throat to stop at his shoulder when she spoke again. “If your father refuses, we will find a way—that is my promise. Even if I must renounce everything I have and leave this life behind, I will be with you.”
Her mouth brushed the hollow of his throat as she murmured, “I swear it.”
If Aphrodite herself came down to Earth and asked for him, Emilios knew that he would politely decline. There was no need for him to know her, not when he had his own perfect goddess in his life. Perhaps she was actually Aphrodite, for from the moment he’d first seduced her under the stars, he was intoxicated with the very idea of her. And then, the more he drew her in, the more he found himself at her mercy.
Love had snuck up on him, in the quiet of the night. Something that he never thought he would need, Emilios couldn’t imagine his life without it. It was more important than breathing, more important than eating-- if he only had her, he would need nothing else. The house in the woods may have been a fantasy for them, but living together for the rest of their days would be a reality. And he just had to figure out how to make his father see just how it would benefit the family to have him wed the Leventi beneath him.
Her own promise was fresh on her lips, and he made a point to kiss it where it bloomed, to seal it with his own.
He felt himself harden as her breath danced against his neck. Emilios didn’t need to ask permission as he brushed the material aside to expose her shoulder. Her body had been his from that first night, and it felt right for him to remind her that she truly was his. That she would need no one else but him. He knew what made her shiver, knew what got her heart racing. His hand pushed down the material further, exposing her breasts to the sunlight.
The Mikaelidas traced her collarbone, fingertips moving to the curve. It followed the roundness of them, his palm finally covering the flesh there. With a subtle rolling between his thumb and the base of his pointer finger. “No other will know your body. No other will know how to make you moan.” With that, he let his head drop to her other breast, his tongue darting out to take the mound into his mouth. It was light, barely committed. His breath across it, combined with the slight wetness, made it firm up.
With a smile, he took it fully into his mouth, letting his other hand drop to its mate. He wanted, no, needed to show her just how much he needed her. They had started out with a physical relationship, unable to deny that the connection was there. And he would happily spent the rest of his life worshipping her body all the same. There was no rush in his actions, tongue sucking and rolling the nipple in his mouth, mimicking the motion of his fingers on its pair.
He would taste every inch of her before the day was done.
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If Aphrodite herself came down to Earth and asked for him, Emilios knew that he would politely decline. There was no need for him to know her, not when he had his own perfect goddess in his life. Perhaps she was actually Aphrodite, for from the moment he’d first seduced her under the stars, he was intoxicated with the very idea of her. And then, the more he drew her in, the more he found himself at her mercy.
Love had snuck up on him, in the quiet of the night. Something that he never thought he would need, Emilios couldn’t imagine his life without it. It was more important than breathing, more important than eating-- if he only had her, he would need nothing else. The house in the woods may have been a fantasy for them, but living together for the rest of their days would be a reality. And he just had to figure out how to make his father see just how it would benefit the family to have him wed the Leventi beneath him.
Her own promise was fresh on her lips, and he made a point to kiss it where it bloomed, to seal it with his own.
He felt himself harden as her breath danced against his neck. Emilios didn’t need to ask permission as he brushed the material aside to expose her shoulder. Her body had been his from that first night, and it felt right for him to remind her that she truly was his. That she would need no one else but him. He knew what made her shiver, knew what got her heart racing. His hand pushed down the material further, exposing her breasts to the sunlight.
The Mikaelidas traced her collarbone, fingertips moving to the curve. It followed the roundness of them, his palm finally covering the flesh there. With a subtle rolling between his thumb and the base of his pointer finger. “No other will know your body. No other will know how to make you moan.” With that, he let his head drop to her other breast, his tongue darting out to take the mound into his mouth. It was light, barely committed. His breath across it, combined with the slight wetness, made it firm up.
With a smile, he took it fully into his mouth, letting his other hand drop to its mate. He wanted, no, needed to show her just how much he needed her. They had started out with a physical relationship, unable to deny that the connection was there. And he would happily spent the rest of his life worshipping her body all the same. There was no rush in his actions, tongue sucking and rolling the nipple in his mouth, mimicking the motion of his fingers on its pair.
He would taste every inch of her before the day was done.
If Aphrodite herself came down to Earth and asked for him, Emilios knew that he would politely decline. There was no need for him to know her, not when he had his own perfect goddess in his life. Perhaps she was actually Aphrodite, for from the moment he’d first seduced her under the stars, he was intoxicated with the very idea of her. And then, the more he drew her in, the more he found himself at her mercy.
Love had snuck up on him, in the quiet of the night. Something that he never thought he would need, Emilios couldn’t imagine his life without it. It was more important than breathing, more important than eating-- if he only had her, he would need nothing else. The house in the woods may have been a fantasy for them, but living together for the rest of their days would be a reality. And he just had to figure out how to make his father see just how it would benefit the family to have him wed the Leventi beneath him.
Her own promise was fresh on her lips, and he made a point to kiss it where it bloomed, to seal it with his own.
He felt himself harden as her breath danced against his neck. Emilios didn’t need to ask permission as he brushed the material aside to expose her shoulder. Her body had been his from that first night, and it felt right for him to remind her that she truly was his. That she would need no one else but him. He knew what made her shiver, knew what got her heart racing. His hand pushed down the material further, exposing her breasts to the sunlight.
The Mikaelidas traced her collarbone, fingertips moving to the curve. It followed the roundness of them, his palm finally covering the flesh there. With a subtle rolling between his thumb and the base of his pointer finger. “No other will know your body. No other will know how to make you moan.” With that, he let his head drop to her other breast, his tongue darting out to take the mound into his mouth. It was light, barely committed. His breath across it, combined with the slight wetness, made it firm up.
With a smile, he took it fully into his mouth, letting his other hand drop to its mate. He wanted, no, needed to show her just how much he needed her. They had started out with a physical relationship, unable to deny that the connection was there. And he would happily spent the rest of his life worshipping her body all the same. There was no rush in his actions, tongue sucking and rolling the nipple in his mouth, mimicking the motion of his fingers on its pair.
He would taste every inch of her before the day was done.
No other will know your body. No other will know how to make you moan.
His hands traced the lines of her body, fingers dipping around the curves until they found purchase at her breasts, his tongue teasing her nipple to arousal. Theodora did not want any other man to know her body or to know how to make her moan. It was something sacred, she felt, something precious, that Emilios was the only one now, and would be the only one into the future. No other would know her the way he did, in any way. And she meant to keep it like that.
A soft sigh was drawn from her lips, her fingers tangling in his hair as his mouth closed around her nipple. Her moan was almost drawn away by the ambient sounds of the forest, goosebumps drawn along her bared flesh in the breeze. Even such soft and gentle touches were enough to stir her desire, having spent hours upon hours with the man who held her as he learned every inch of her body. He had it down to a science by now, what she liked and what she didn’t; he knew precisely where to touch, to nip, to kiss, what would draw a reaction from her. Why should she ever want another when Emilios played her body like an instrument? Who could ever recreate the music he did?
One hand tangled in the grass beneath her as the other drifted from his hair down the back of his neck, trailing down the ridge of his spine to tug lightly at his own clothing. Idly, she worked at one of the fibulae at his shoulders, easing the metal clasp open to reveal the flesh underneath. Hardened muscle flowed beneath her fingertips as she pushed the fabric away, following the planes and dips of his back like rereading a favorite book. Just as she wanted no other hands to touch her flesh besides his, the thought of another woman caressing him in such a way…
No. This was forever. No other woman would know his body again, not like she did.
Her head tilted back against the bed of moss and grass it laid against, her eyes closing with a sharp inhale at the soft tweaking of his fingers, another moan parting her lips at the draw of his mouth. Back arching just enough to press her body more firmly to his, she whispered his name—her fingers tangling back in his hair as further encouragement, while her other hand untangled itself from the grass and found itself pulling again at his clothing instead.
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No other will know your body. No other will know how to make you moan.
His hands traced the lines of her body, fingers dipping around the curves until they found purchase at her breasts, his tongue teasing her nipple to arousal. Theodora did not want any other man to know her body or to know how to make her moan. It was something sacred, she felt, something precious, that Emilios was the only one now, and would be the only one into the future. No other would know her the way he did, in any way. And she meant to keep it like that.
A soft sigh was drawn from her lips, her fingers tangling in his hair as his mouth closed around her nipple. Her moan was almost drawn away by the ambient sounds of the forest, goosebumps drawn along her bared flesh in the breeze. Even such soft and gentle touches were enough to stir her desire, having spent hours upon hours with the man who held her as he learned every inch of her body. He had it down to a science by now, what she liked and what she didn’t; he knew precisely where to touch, to nip, to kiss, what would draw a reaction from her. Why should she ever want another when Emilios played her body like an instrument? Who could ever recreate the music he did?
One hand tangled in the grass beneath her as the other drifted from his hair down the back of his neck, trailing down the ridge of his spine to tug lightly at his own clothing. Idly, she worked at one of the fibulae at his shoulders, easing the metal clasp open to reveal the flesh underneath. Hardened muscle flowed beneath her fingertips as she pushed the fabric away, following the planes and dips of his back like rereading a favorite book. Just as she wanted no other hands to touch her flesh besides his, the thought of another woman caressing him in such a way…
No. This was forever. No other woman would know his body again, not like she did.
Her head tilted back against the bed of moss and grass it laid against, her eyes closing with a sharp inhale at the soft tweaking of his fingers, another moan parting her lips at the draw of his mouth. Back arching just enough to press her body more firmly to his, she whispered his name—her fingers tangling back in his hair as further encouragement, while her other hand untangled itself from the grass and found itself pulling again at his clothing instead.
No other will know your body. No other will know how to make you moan.
His hands traced the lines of her body, fingers dipping around the curves until they found purchase at her breasts, his tongue teasing her nipple to arousal. Theodora did not want any other man to know her body or to know how to make her moan. It was something sacred, she felt, something precious, that Emilios was the only one now, and would be the only one into the future. No other would know her the way he did, in any way. And she meant to keep it like that.
A soft sigh was drawn from her lips, her fingers tangling in his hair as his mouth closed around her nipple. Her moan was almost drawn away by the ambient sounds of the forest, goosebumps drawn along her bared flesh in the breeze. Even such soft and gentle touches were enough to stir her desire, having spent hours upon hours with the man who held her as he learned every inch of her body. He had it down to a science by now, what she liked and what she didn’t; he knew precisely where to touch, to nip, to kiss, what would draw a reaction from her. Why should she ever want another when Emilios played her body like an instrument? Who could ever recreate the music he did?
One hand tangled in the grass beneath her as the other drifted from his hair down the back of his neck, trailing down the ridge of his spine to tug lightly at his own clothing. Idly, she worked at one of the fibulae at his shoulders, easing the metal clasp open to reveal the flesh underneath. Hardened muscle flowed beneath her fingertips as she pushed the fabric away, following the planes and dips of his back like rereading a favorite book. Just as she wanted no other hands to touch her flesh besides his, the thought of another woman caressing him in such a way…
No. This was forever. No other woman would know his body again, not like she did.
Her head tilted back against the bed of moss and grass it laid against, her eyes closing with a sharp inhale at the soft tweaking of his fingers, another moan parting her lips at the draw of his mouth. Back arching just enough to press her body more firmly to his, she whispered his name—her fingers tangling back in his hair as further encouragement, while her other hand untangled itself from the grass and found itself pulling again at his clothing instead.
It was easy to promise her the world when he had little to lose. There was no reason for him to think that she would not be his when he returned, so why not speak as if that were the case? There was no rush for him to have her, not when he knew he would spend the rest of his life demanding she spend every moment possible with him. So while, in the past, they had settled for rushed moments, hand pressed against her mouth to muffle the moans from those in ballrooms close by, he could simply worship her at his leisure.
So he did just that.
Had he known it would have been the last time they’d made love like this, he would have painted a better mental picture in his mind. For while he took his time in his adoration, he didn’t make note of the way her breath caught as he teased her nipple, nor did he pay attention to the contrast of her dark hair against the fresh grass. No, all of the things he would long to remember would be erased in the moans of passion, in the heat of bare flesh pressed together.
It would have been impossible for him to have remembered to burn the sound of his name on her lips into his mind. It would have been impossible for him to make a point to notice the haze in her eyes as he drove himself into her. There was no way for him to know that he would find himself drowning in regrets, not when he was so high in the moment of driving her to her peak. He was too intoxicated with need to do anything but let his desires force them both to think only of this moment.
She was made to be his. Nothing could keep them apart, not when she was the one he was meant to find all along. No one else would ever get to say who they could be, not when it was up to them. They would rewrite the stars, change the world to be theirs and no one would stop them. He didn’t want to have to hide how much he wanted her anymore. It wouldn’t be a secret for long.
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It was easy to promise her the world when he had little to lose. There was no reason for him to think that she would not be his when he returned, so why not speak as if that were the case? There was no rush for him to have her, not when he knew he would spend the rest of his life demanding she spend every moment possible with him. So while, in the past, they had settled for rushed moments, hand pressed against her mouth to muffle the moans from those in ballrooms close by, he could simply worship her at his leisure.
So he did just that.
Had he known it would have been the last time they’d made love like this, he would have painted a better mental picture in his mind. For while he took his time in his adoration, he didn’t make note of the way her breath caught as he teased her nipple, nor did he pay attention to the contrast of her dark hair against the fresh grass. No, all of the things he would long to remember would be erased in the moans of passion, in the heat of bare flesh pressed together.
It would have been impossible for him to have remembered to burn the sound of his name on her lips into his mind. It would have been impossible for him to make a point to notice the haze in her eyes as he drove himself into her. There was no way for him to know that he would find himself drowning in regrets, not when he was so high in the moment of driving her to her peak. He was too intoxicated with need to do anything but let his desires force them both to think only of this moment.
She was made to be his. Nothing could keep them apart, not when she was the one he was meant to find all along. No one else would ever get to say who they could be, not when it was up to them. They would rewrite the stars, change the world to be theirs and no one would stop them. He didn’t want to have to hide how much he wanted her anymore. It wouldn’t be a secret for long.
It was easy to promise her the world when he had little to lose. There was no reason for him to think that she would not be his when he returned, so why not speak as if that were the case? There was no rush for him to have her, not when he knew he would spend the rest of his life demanding she spend every moment possible with him. So while, in the past, they had settled for rushed moments, hand pressed against her mouth to muffle the moans from those in ballrooms close by, he could simply worship her at his leisure.
So he did just that.
Had he known it would have been the last time they’d made love like this, he would have painted a better mental picture in his mind. For while he took his time in his adoration, he didn’t make note of the way her breath caught as he teased her nipple, nor did he pay attention to the contrast of her dark hair against the fresh grass. No, all of the things he would long to remember would be erased in the moans of passion, in the heat of bare flesh pressed together.
It would have been impossible for him to have remembered to burn the sound of his name on her lips into his mind. It would have been impossible for him to make a point to notice the haze in her eyes as he drove himself into her. There was no way for him to know that he would find himself drowning in regrets, not when he was so high in the moment of driving her to her peak. He was too intoxicated with need to do anything but let his desires force them both to think only of this moment.
She was made to be his. Nothing could keep them apart, not when she was the one he was meant to find all along. No one else would ever get to say who they could be, not when it was up to them. They would rewrite the stars, change the world to be theirs and no one would stop them. He didn’t want to have to hide how much he wanted her anymore. It wouldn’t be a secret for long.
