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Achilleas couldn’t look away from her, his gaze locked on hers as her hand pushed lightly at his chest. He rolled with it, brought her with him until the weight of her was flush against him. He might have complained at her beginning to move had he not known where she was heading. Rapt, he craned his neck to watch her, the muscles in his abdomen tensing under the wet lathe of her tongue. His hands fell away from where they had perched restlessly against her sides, Achilleas pressing them into the sheets instead.
It was impossible not to fantasise about what that mouth was going to feel like when she reached her destination and when she tilted that glance up at him, that grin, he could only swallow, adam’s apple bobbing as he thought he might explode just through the anticipation of it. As it was, he didn’t, but he did give a full-body shudder as Theodora traced her tongue up the length of him, the blue gaze darkened with arousal. He’d pushed up onto his elbows because the visual was too appealing to miss out on, but when she took him in her mouth, and he was engulfed in that warm, wet, his eyes rolled back in his head a moment and he ha to bite back a groan. Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to watch. Not if he wanted this to last.
His nerves sparkled, blood rushing to soothe them and Achilleas’ fingers twisted in the sheets, his muscles clenching and unclenching uselessly as he resisted the urge to push into that soft heat that surrounded him. Theodora’s nails at his hip were a good reminder and with a stuttering exhale, he let his head fall back to the pillow, denying at least some of the stimulation that was making that sweet tension coil in his belly, that might see him hurtling over the edge.
It was a challenge sometimes, intimacy. Whilst chasing pleasure was instinctive, he didn’t like the loss of control that came with it, that vulnerability. And this was both sides of his brain warring with him, and the talented mouth of his wife making the scales lurch dramatically to one side. Biting back on the groan just a little too late, his hand came to twist itself in her hair, needing something to anchor himself to, and he shivered again, lifting his head to look at her through lust fogged eyes as his hand slid down to tap her shoulder.
“I’m…” Words were hard to find, the blood in his body rushing south “If you don’t want…” he tried to warn her because some people didn’t like it and it was the respectful thing to do. Only if she didn’t quit doing that thing with her tongue, then his warning was going to come too late anyway.
“Gods...Theo”
Her name on his lips as he spilt, and Achilleas could only stare blankly up at the ceiling for a few moments, his chest rising and falling rapidly, all thoughts of their argument - all thoughts at all really - chased clean from his mind.
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Achilleas couldn’t look away from her, his gaze locked on hers as her hand pushed lightly at his chest. He rolled with it, brought her with him until the weight of her was flush against him. He might have complained at her beginning to move had he not known where she was heading. Rapt, he craned his neck to watch her, the muscles in his abdomen tensing under the wet lathe of her tongue. His hands fell away from where they had perched restlessly against her sides, Achilleas pressing them into the sheets instead.
It was impossible not to fantasise about what that mouth was going to feel like when she reached her destination and when she tilted that glance up at him, that grin, he could only swallow, adam’s apple bobbing as he thought he might explode just through the anticipation of it. As it was, he didn’t, but he did give a full-body shudder as Theodora traced her tongue up the length of him, the blue gaze darkened with arousal. He’d pushed up onto his elbows because the visual was too appealing to miss out on, but when she took him in her mouth, and he was engulfed in that warm, wet, his eyes rolled back in his head a moment and he ha to bite back a groan. Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to watch. Not if he wanted this to last.
His nerves sparkled, blood rushing to soothe them and Achilleas’ fingers twisted in the sheets, his muscles clenching and unclenching uselessly as he resisted the urge to push into that soft heat that surrounded him. Theodora’s nails at his hip were a good reminder and with a stuttering exhale, he let his head fall back to the pillow, denying at least some of the stimulation that was making that sweet tension coil in his belly, that might see him hurtling over the edge.
It was a challenge sometimes, intimacy. Whilst chasing pleasure was instinctive, he didn’t like the loss of control that came with it, that vulnerability. And this was both sides of his brain warring with him, and the talented mouth of his wife making the scales lurch dramatically to one side. Biting back on the groan just a little too late, his hand came to twist itself in her hair, needing something to anchor himself to, and he shivered again, lifting his head to look at her through lust fogged eyes as his hand slid down to tap her shoulder.
“I’m…” Words were hard to find, the blood in his body rushing south “If you don’t want…” he tried to warn her because some people didn’t like it and it was the respectful thing to do. Only if she didn’t quit doing that thing with her tongue, then his warning was going to come too late anyway.
“Gods...Theo”
Her name on his lips as he spilt, and Achilleas could only stare blankly up at the ceiling for a few moments, his chest rising and falling rapidly, all thoughts of their argument - all thoughts at all really - chased clean from his mind.
Achilleas couldn’t look away from her, his gaze locked on hers as her hand pushed lightly at his chest. He rolled with it, brought her with him until the weight of her was flush against him. He might have complained at her beginning to move had he not known where she was heading. Rapt, he craned his neck to watch her, the muscles in his abdomen tensing under the wet lathe of her tongue. His hands fell away from where they had perched restlessly against her sides, Achilleas pressing them into the sheets instead.
It was impossible not to fantasise about what that mouth was going to feel like when she reached her destination and when she tilted that glance up at him, that grin, he could only swallow, adam’s apple bobbing as he thought he might explode just through the anticipation of it. As it was, he didn’t, but he did give a full-body shudder as Theodora traced her tongue up the length of him, the blue gaze darkened with arousal. He’d pushed up onto his elbows because the visual was too appealing to miss out on, but when she took him in her mouth, and he was engulfed in that warm, wet, his eyes rolled back in his head a moment and he ha to bite back a groan. Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to watch. Not if he wanted this to last.
His nerves sparkled, blood rushing to soothe them and Achilleas’ fingers twisted in the sheets, his muscles clenching and unclenching uselessly as he resisted the urge to push into that soft heat that surrounded him. Theodora’s nails at his hip were a good reminder and with a stuttering exhale, he let his head fall back to the pillow, denying at least some of the stimulation that was making that sweet tension coil in his belly, that might see him hurtling over the edge.
It was a challenge sometimes, intimacy. Whilst chasing pleasure was instinctive, he didn’t like the loss of control that came with it, that vulnerability. And this was both sides of his brain warring with him, and the talented mouth of his wife making the scales lurch dramatically to one side. Biting back on the groan just a little too late, his hand came to twist itself in her hair, needing something to anchor himself to, and he shivered again, lifting his head to look at her through lust fogged eyes as his hand slid down to tap her shoulder.
“I’m…” Words were hard to find, the blood in his body rushing south “If you don’t want…” he tried to warn her because some people didn’t like it and it was the respectful thing to do. Only if she didn’t quit doing that thing with her tongue, then his warning was going to come too late anyway.
“Gods...Theo”
Her name on his lips as he spilt, and Achilleas could only stare blankly up at the ceiling for a few moments, his chest rising and falling rapidly, all thoughts of their argument - all thoughts at all really - chased clean from his mind.
His reaction to her ministrations was… favorable, to say the least, and Theodora felt much of her initial anxiety in her offer ease away. She wasn’t sure what it was that had her so nervous in the first place, whether it was simply the shared intimacy of the first time doing this together or not, but it was gone by the time she had settled into her rhythm. The bitten back groans, the shuddering breaths, his hand in her hair, the way he tensed and released told her all she needed to know, and she continued on in her task with a smug sort of pride.
It was clear a few minutes in that Achilleas wasn’t going to last much longer, and when he tapped her shoulder and attempted to speak, she simply continued on until that moment when he came undone. Swallowing and raising her head before licking the taste of her salt from her lips, she looked over at his face with a lop-sided grin. There was a dazed sort of look coloring his features as he lay back against the pillows, panting, and she couldn’t help the little chuckle that warmed her throat as she slid back up the bed toward him.
Fingertips danced along his rapidly moving chest as she leaned in to press a kiss to his neck, gently nipping at the flesh beneath his jaw. “I take it you liked it, then,” she murmured with a playful lift of her brow, giddy at her accomplishment. It shouldn’t have surprised her that it pleased him so easily, but she was still learning what he liked and what he didn’t. Perhaps there were men out there who didn’t enjoy this kind of thing, but she knew for certain now that Achilleas wasn’t one of them.
Her fingers dropped from his chest as her arm slid instead around his waist, head coming in to rest against his shoulder. It was harder to remember now what their fight had even been about, laughing softly at the thought. Yes, there was surely something to be said with a more… physical… reconciliation like this one. She’d have to remember this tactic for the future.
“If you’d told me after breakfast this morning that this is how the day would end, I would’ve laughed in your face,” she commented as her fingers teased along the prickly happy trail that was just starting to regrow after his armor fitting. “Guess it’s a good thing I didn’t go to sleep, huh?”
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His reaction to her ministrations was… favorable, to say the least, and Theodora felt much of her initial anxiety in her offer ease away. She wasn’t sure what it was that had her so nervous in the first place, whether it was simply the shared intimacy of the first time doing this together or not, but it was gone by the time she had settled into her rhythm. The bitten back groans, the shuddering breaths, his hand in her hair, the way he tensed and released told her all she needed to know, and she continued on in her task with a smug sort of pride.
It was clear a few minutes in that Achilleas wasn’t going to last much longer, and when he tapped her shoulder and attempted to speak, she simply continued on until that moment when he came undone. Swallowing and raising her head before licking the taste of her salt from her lips, she looked over at his face with a lop-sided grin. There was a dazed sort of look coloring his features as he lay back against the pillows, panting, and she couldn’t help the little chuckle that warmed her throat as she slid back up the bed toward him.
Fingertips danced along his rapidly moving chest as she leaned in to press a kiss to his neck, gently nipping at the flesh beneath his jaw. “I take it you liked it, then,” she murmured with a playful lift of her brow, giddy at her accomplishment. It shouldn’t have surprised her that it pleased him so easily, but she was still learning what he liked and what he didn’t. Perhaps there were men out there who didn’t enjoy this kind of thing, but she knew for certain now that Achilleas wasn’t one of them.
Her fingers dropped from his chest as her arm slid instead around his waist, head coming in to rest against his shoulder. It was harder to remember now what their fight had even been about, laughing softly at the thought. Yes, there was surely something to be said with a more… physical… reconciliation like this one. She’d have to remember this tactic for the future.
“If you’d told me after breakfast this morning that this is how the day would end, I would’ve laughed in your face,” she commented as her fingers teased along the prickly happy trail that was just starting to regrow after his armor fitting. “Guess it’s a good thing I didn’t go to sleep, huh?”
His reaction to her ministrations was… favorable, to say the least, and Theodora felt much of her initial anxiety in her offer ease away. She wasn’t sure what it was that had her so nervous in the first place, whether it was simply the shared intimacy of the first time doing this together or not, but it was gone by the time she had settled into her rhythm. The bitten back groans, the shuddering breaths, his hand in her hair, the way he tensed and released told her all she needed to know, and she continued on in her task with a smug sort of pride.
It was clear a few minutes in that Achilleas wasn’t going to last much longer, and when he tapped her shoulder and attempted to speak, she simply continued on until that moment when he came undone. Swallowing and raising her head before licking the taste of her salt from her lips, she looked over at his face with a lop-sided grin. There was a dazed sort of look coloring his features as he lay back against the pillows, panting, and she couldn’t help the little chuckle that warmed her throat as she slid back up the bed toward him.
Fingertips danced along his rapidly moving chest as she leaned in to press a kiss to his neck, gently nipping at the flesh beneath his jaw. “I take it you liked it, then,” she murmured with a playful lift of her brow, giddy at her accomplishment. It shouldn’t have surprised her that it pleased him so easily, but she was still learning what he liked and what he didn’t. Perhaps there were men out there who didn’t enjoy this kind of thing, but she knew for certain now that Achilleas wasn’t one of them.
Her fingers dropped from his chest as her arm slid instead around his waist, head coming in to rest against his shoulder. It was harder to remember now what their fight had even been about, laughing softly at the thought. Yes, there was surely something to be said with a more… physical… reconciliation like this one. She’d have to remember this tactic for the future.
“If you’d told me after breakfast this morning that this is how the day would end, I would’ve laughed in your face,” she commented as her fingers teased along the prickly happy trail that was just starting to regrow after his armor fitting. “Guess it’s a good thing I didn’t go to sleep, huh?”
It took him a moment to come back to himself, Theodora’s words and the curl of her against him drawing him back down to earth, and at first, all he managed was a vague humming noise, the process of thought and forming such thoughts into language dancing elusively out of reach. Turning his head so he might look upon his wife, Achilleas eventually recovered enough of his faculties to wrap an arm around her, gazing at her intently for a moment before he leant forward to press a kiss against her lips; those wonderful, clever lips. He could taste the trace of himself there and marvelled a moment that she hadn’t baulked and pulled away at the last. The notion that she didn’t seem altogether unfamiliar with the act slithered briefly through his thoughts but didn’t take hold, for he was yet to answer her question.
Did he like it? He didn’t know a man who could answer that question in anything but the positive “I’m not sure what gave you that idea?” he responded with the curve of a smile playing upon his generous mouth. Achilleas feigned a stretch before he sighed as she settled against his chest, and he could play with the ends of her hair, an action that was quickly becoming a habit when they were close.
When she went on to remark upon how this was an unlikely end to their day, he couldn’t help but agree, glancing down toward where her hand drifted over his pelvis, the sensation of her fingers disturbing the regrowing hair ticklish in a not unpleasant way. “I hope we shall never go to sleep on a quarrel.” he said, dropping a kiss on the crown of her head. “It’s not a good habit to let things fester. I should’ve sought you out earlier. Or you, me.”
They were both stubborn, that much had been shown with alarming regularity, but lying there, entangled and sleepy, it was difficult for Achilleas to believe that it wasn’t something they could overcome. And overcoming it in this manner, well, that was fine by him.
His hand dropped from her hair to drift down her back, tracing the curve of her spine. Floating in the post-climatic haze, he was lazy when he rolled into her, licked into her mouth again with a sweet, languid kiss before he drew back to see her. “You might have distracted me well enough from that disagreement, but what of you? Do I need to chase it from your mind still?”
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It took him a moment to come back to himself, Theodora’s words and the curl of her against him drawing him back down to earth, and at first, all he managed was a vague humming noise, the process of thought and forming such thoughts into language dancing elusively out of reach. Turning his head so he might look upon his wife, Achilleas eventually recovered enough of his faculties to wrap an arm around her, gazing at her intently for a moment before he leant forward to press a kiss against her lips; those wonderful, clever lips. He could taste the trace of himself there and marvelled a moment that she hadn’t baulked and pulled away at the last. The notion that she didn’t seem altogether unfamiliar with the act slithered briefly through his thoughts but didn’t take hold, for he was yet to answer her question.
Did he like it? He didn’t know a man who could answer that question in anything but the positive “I’m not sure what gave you that idea?” he responded with the curve of a smile playing upon his generous mouth. Achilleas feigned a stretch before he sighed as she settled against his chest, and he could play with the ends of her hair, an action that was quickly becoming a habit when they were close.
When she went on to remark upon how this was an unlikely end to their day, he couldn’t help but agree, glancing down toward where her hand drifted over his pelvis, the sensation of her fingers disturbing the regrowing hair ticklish in a not unpleasant way. “I hope we shall never go to sleep on a quarrel.” he said, dropping a kiss on the crown of her head. “It’s not a good habit to let things fester. I should’ve sought you out earlier. Or you, me.”
They were both stubborn, that much had been shown with alarming regularity, but lying there, entangled and sleepy, it was difficult for Achilleas to believe that it wasn’t something they could overcome. And overcoming it in this manner, well, that was fine by him.
His hand dropped from her hair to drift down her back, tracing the curve of her spine. Floating in the post-climatic haze, he was lazy when he rolled into her, licked into her mouth again with a sweet, languid kiss before he drew back to see her. “You might have distracted me well enough from that disagreement, but what of you? Do I need to chase it from your mind still?”
It took him a moment to come back to himself, Theodora’s words and the curl of her against him drawing him back down to earth, and at first, all he managed was a vague humming noise, the process of thought and forming such thoughts into language dancing elusively out of reach. Turning his head so he might look upon his wife, Achilleas eventually recovered enough of his faculties to wrap an arm around her, gazing at her intently for a moment before he leant forward to press a kiss against her lips; those wonderful, clever lips. He could taste the trace of himself there and marvelled a moment that she hadn’t baulked and pulled away at the last. The notion that she didn’t seem altogether unfamiliar with the act slithered briefly through his thoughts but didn’t take hold, for he was yet to answer her question.
Did he like it? He didn’t know a man who could answer that question in anything but the positive “I’m not sure what gave you that idea?” he responded with the curve of a smile playing upon his generous mouth. Achilleas feigned a stretch before he sighed as she settled against his chest, and he could play with the ends of her hair, an action that was quickly becoming a habit when they were close.
When she went on to remark upon how this was an unlikely end to their day, he couldn’t help but agree, glancing down toward where her hand drifted over his pelvis, the sensation of her fingers disturbing the regrowing hair ticklish in a not unpleasant way. “I hope we shall never go to sleep on a quarrel.” he said, dropping a kiss on the crown of her head. “It’s not a good habit to let things fester. I should’ve sought you out earlier. Or you, me.”
They were both stubborn, that much had been shown with alarming regularity, but lying there, entangled and sleepy, it was difficult for Achilleas to believe that it wasn’t something they could overcome. And overcoming it in this manner, well, that was fine by him.
His hand dropped from her hair to drift down her back, tracing the curve of her spine. Floating in the post-climatic haze, he was lazy when he rolled into her, licked into her mouth again with a sweet, languid kiss before he drew back to see her. “You might have distracted me well enough from that disagreement, but what of you? Do I need to chase it from your mind still?”
‘I’m not sure what gave you that idea?’
Theodora grinned as she tilted her head to look at his face. “Was that sarcasm from my darling husband?” she teased with a quirk of her brow, her tone one of feigned shock. “I see you’re familiar with the notion, after all, hm?” Leaning forward a little to kiss his cheek, she nuzzled in lightly before settling back against his shoulder once more. Her eyes started to drift closed as Achilleas toyed with her hair, her breath slowing to match his. They drifted there in a few moments of silence before he spoke again, listening to him with half a smile.
“You’re right,” she murmured, a rare statement to fall from her lips. “We should not have avoided each other all day. A lesson learned, I hope, for next time.” Of course, she wasn’t hoping for a ‘next time,’ but considering their dispositions and the rather permanent nature of their union, it was an inevitability. When it did happen, however, perhaps they wouldn’t make the same mistakes all over again.
Then again, who knew? They’d made the same mistakes with each other before, to be sure. Was it doomed to be a continuing trend, or would they actually learn? Theodora preferred to think the latter; after all, they’d already proven in the short time they had together that concessions could be made and compromises struck, so why should they not continue on that path? She’d come into this engagement with a sense of dread and resignation, but could she really say the same now? People could grow. They could change. However tentative, she allowed herself to hope. What else could she do?
Her eyes flicked back open as his fingers moved from her hair to trace down her back, a light shiver running over her skin at the touch. Returning the kiss as he leaned into her, her hand drifted lazily over his jaw, tongue flicking at his before he pulled back and asked if he still needed to chase away the memory of their fight.
A slow smile tugged at her features, mischief again sparkling in the liquid depths of her gaze. “Oh, yes, that’s right, I’m still quite furious with you,” she asserted in a tease as she pushed in flush against him, a kiss placed in the hollow of his throat. One leg curled around the back of his, her arm lazily draping itself around his shoulders. “Enraged, really. Not sure how I’ll ever forgive you.” Another sweet kiss was pressed to his lips, lingering for several long moments before she pulled back enough to speak. “Furious,” she insisted again, poorly repressing her grin.
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‘I’m not sure what gave you that idea?’
Theodora grinned as she tilted her head to look at his face. “Was that sarcasm from my darling husband?” she teased with a quirk of her brow, her tone one of feigned shock. “I see you’re familiar with the notion, after all, hm?” Leaning forward a little to kiss his cheek, she nuzzled in lightly before settling back against his shoulder once more. Her eyes started to drift closed as Achilleas toyed with her hair, her breath slowing to match his. They drifted there in a few moments of silence before he spoke again, listening to him with half a smile.
“You’re right,” she murmured, a rare statement to fall from her lips. “We should not have avoided each other all day. A lesson learned, I hope, for next time.” Of course, she wasn’t hoping for a ‘next time,’ but considering their dispositions and the rather permanent nature of their union, it was an inevitability. When it did happen, however, perhaps they wouldn’t make the same mistakes all over again.
Then again, who knew? They’d made the same mistakes with each other before, to be sure. Was it doomed to be a continuing trend, or would they actually learn? Theodora preferred to think the latter; after all, they’d already proven in the short time they had together that concessions could be made and compromises struck, so why should they not continue on that path? She’d come into this engagement with a sense of dread and resignation, but could she really say the same now? People could grow. They could change. However tentative, she allowed herself to hope. What else could she do?
Her eyes flicked back open as his fingers moved from her hair to trace down her back, a light shiver running over her skin at the touch. Returning the kiss as he leaned into her, her hand drifted lazily over his jaw, tongue flicking at his before he pulled back and asked if he still needed to chase away the memory of their fight.
A slow smile tugged at her features, mischief again sparkling in the liquid depths of her gaze. “Oh, yes, that’s right, I’m still quite furious with you,” she asserted in a tease as she pushed in flush against him, a kiss placed in the hollow of his throat. One leg curled around the back of his, her arm lazily draping itself around his shoulders. “Enraged, really. Not sure how I’ll ever forgive you.” Another sweet kiss was pressed to his lips, lingering for several long moments before she pulled back enough to speak. “Furious,” she insisted again, poorly repressing her grin.
‘I’m not sure what gave you that idea?’
Theodora grinned as she tilted her head to look at his face. “Was that sarcasm from my darling husband?” she teased with a quirk of her brow, her tone one of feigned shock. “I see you’re familiar with the notion, after all, hm?” Leaning forward a little to kiss his cheek, she nuzzled in lightly before settling back against his shoulder once more. Her eyes started to drift closed as Achilleas toyed with her hair, her breath slowing to match his. They drifted there in a few moments of silence before he spoke again, listening to him with half a smile.
“You’re right,” she murmured, a rare statement to fall from her lips. “We should not have avoided each other all day. A lesson learned, I hope, for next time.” Of course, she wasn’t hoping for a ‘next time,’ but considering their dispositions and the rather permanent nature of their union, it was an inevitability. When it did happen, however, perhaps they wouldn’t make the same mistakes all over again.
Then again, who knew? They’d made the same mistakes with each other before, to be sure. Was it doomed to be a continuing trend, or would they actually learn? Theodora preferred to think the latter; after all, they’d already proven in the short time they had together that concessions could be made and compromises struck, so why should they not continue on that path? She’d come into this engagement with a sense of dread and resignation, but could she really say the same now? People could grow. They could change. However tentative, she allowed herself to hope. What else could she do?
Her eyes flicked back open as his fingers moved from her hair to trace down her back, a light shiver running over her skin at the touch. Returning the kiss as he leaned into her, her hand drifted lazily over his jaw, tongue flicking at his before he pulled back and asked if he still needed to chase away the memory of their fight.
A slow smile tugged at her features, mischief again sparkling in the liquid depths of her gaze. “Oh, yes, that’s right, I’m still quite furious with you,” she asserted in a tease as she pushed in flush against him, a kiss placed in the hollow of his throat. One leg curled around the back of his, her arm lazily draping itself around his shoulders. “Enraged, really. Not sure how I’ll ever forgive you.” Another sweet kiss was pressed to his lips, lingering for several long moments before she pulled back enough to speak. “Furious,” she insisted again, poorly repressing her grin.
Achilleas was quickly coming to treasure these quiet moments of intimacy, these minutes when the initial flare of passion had hushed, and there was closeness. He’d always been so careful with Briseis; very rarely did he let her linger after when she’d come to him, and these simple affections were a novelty that he didn’t think he would tire of. That his dry answer raised a smile from his queen had his own broaden, his cheek lifting in a grin under her kiss. This was infinitely preferable to the stony reception that had first greeted him that evening.
Of course, talking ran the risk of disturbing their newfound peace, but he couldn’t help but assert his wish that they wouldn’t let the next quarrel drag on so long. He didn’t know how other people did it; he’d been in a foul mood all day and unable to concentrate. His distraction had clearly shown if Petros had seen fit to mention it, and now he wondered if all the palati advisors had a well, the thought an unpleasant one. No; it was far better to resolve these things in a timely manner.
Still, now, it seemed easier between them, and he gave a pleased little hum that Theodora agreed without dissent that they shouldn’t have let it go on as they had. She was not so stubborn then when it came down to it. But he realised things had been a little one-sided when it came to pleasure, and recalling how she had responded so favourably before to his attentions, he leant in to kiss her again, testing the waters as to if she would like him to again.
Almost, he was distracted from his purpose by that glint in her eyes, caught staring again at her unfathomable beauty, but Theodora’s leg curling around his own, her teasing words called him back from wherever he’d been wandering.
“Furious, is it?” he asked, with a small huff of a laugh. “Well, we cannot have that, can we? Not after just this moment vowing not to go to sleep on an argument.”
He tugged lightly on her lower lip with his teeth before kissing his way down her throat and further. There was a pause a moment, a glance back up at her before his lips closed around the bud of her nipple, tongue worrying at it gently as his fingers toyed with the other. He might’ve been content to stay there all day had he not already made other plans, and Achilleas was nothing if a man who didn’t stick to his plans. She’d liked it then, hadn’t she? And he’d really liked how much she liked it. Slowly, unhurried here in their own chambers and with an endless fascination with the beautiful body laid under him, he made his way down until he was settled between her thighs, looking up the length of her body to meet her gaze with less trepidation than there had been the last time he’d done this. Practice made perfect, after all.
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Achilleas was quickly coming to treasure these quiet moments of intimacy, these minutes when the initial flare of passion had hushed, and there was closeness. He’d always been so careful with Briseis; very rarely did he let her linger after when she’d come to him, and these simple affections were a novelty that he didn’t think he would tire of. That his dry answer raised a smile from his queen had his own broaden, his cheek lifting in a grin under her kiss. This was infinitely preferable to the stony reception that had first greeted him that evening.
Of course, talking ran the risk of disturbing their newfound peace, but he couldn’t help but assert his wish that they wouldn’t let the next quarrel drag on so long. He didn’t know how other people did it; he’d been in a foul mood all day and unable to concentrate. His distraction had clearly shown if Petros had seen fit to mention it, and now he wondered if all the palati advisors had a well, the thought an unpleasant one. No; it was far better to resolve these things in a timely manner.
Still, now, it seemed easier between them, and he gave a pleased little hum that Theodora agreed without dissent that they shouldn’t have let it go on as they had. She was not so stubborn then when it came down to it. But he realised things had been a little one-sided when it came to pleasure, and recalling how she had responded so favourably before to his attentions, he leant in to kiss her again, testing the waters as to if she would like him to again.
Almost, he was distracted from his purpose by that glint in her eyes, caught staring again at her unfathomable beauty, but Theodora’s leg curling around his own, her teasing words called him back from wherever he’d been wandering.
“Furious, is it?” he asked, with a small huff of a laugh. “Well, we cannot have that, can we? Not after just this moment vowing not to go to sleep on an argument.”
He tugged lightly on her lower lip with his teeth before kissing his way down her throat and further. There was a pause a moment, a glance back up at her before his lips closed around the bud of her nipple, tongue worrying at it gently as his fingers toyed with the other. He might’ve been content to stay there all day had he not already made other plans, and Achilleas was nothing if a man who didn’t stick to his plans. She’d liked it then, hadn’t she? And he’d really liked how much she liked it. Slowly, unhurried here in their own chambers and with an endless fascination with the beautiful body laid under him, he made his way down until he was settled between her thighs, looking up the length of her body to meet her gaze with less trepidation than there had been the last time he’d done this. Practice made perfect, after all.
Achilleas was quickly coming to treasure these quiet moments of intimacy, these minutes when the initial flare of passion had hushed, and there was closeness. He’d always been so careful with Briseis; very rarely did he let her linger after when she’d come to him, and these simple affections were a novelty that he didn’t think he would tire of. That his dry answer raised a smile from his queen had his own broaden, his cheek lifting in a grin under her kiss. This was infinitely preferable to the stony reception that had first greeted him that evening.
Of course, talking ran the risk of disturbing their newfound peace, but he couldn’t help but assert his wish that they wouldn’t let the next quarrel drag on so long. He didn’t know how other people did it; he’d been in a foul mood all day and unable to concentrate. His distraction had clearly shown if Petros had seen fit to mention it, and now he wondered if all the palati advisors had a well, the thought an unpleasant one. No; it was far better to resolve these things in a timely manner.
Still, now, it seemed easier between them, and he gave a pleased little hum that Theodora agreed without dissent that they shouldn’t have let it go on as they had. She was not so stubborn then when it came down to it. But he realised things had been a little one-sided when it came to pleasure, and recalling how she had responded so favourably before to his attentions, he leant in to kiss her again, testing the waters as to if she would like him to again.
Almost, he was distracted from his purpose by that glint in her eyes, caught staring again at her unfathomable beauty, but Theodora’s leg curling around his own, her teasing words called him back from wherever he’d been wandering.
“Furious, is it?” he asked, with a small huff of a laugh. “Well, we cannot have that, can we? Not after just this moment vowing not to go to sleep on an argument.”
He tugged lightly on her lower lip with his teeth before kissing his way down her throat and further. There was a pause a moment, a glance back up at her before his lips closed around the bud of her nipple, tongue worrying at it gently as his fingers toyed with the other. He might’ve been content to stay there all day had he not already made other plans, and Achilleas was nothing if a man who didn’t stick to his plans. She’d liked it then, hadn’t she? And he’d really liked how much she liked it. Slowly, unhurried here in their own chambers and with an endless fascination with the beautiful body laid under him, he made his way down until he was settled between her thighs, looking up the length of her body to meet her gaze with less trepidation than there had been the last time he’d done this. Practice made perfect, after all.
