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A smile crossed the brunette's lips as she felt Achilleas' own press against hers. Her hands moved to encircle his shoulders and neck, and she was only just able to stop herself from chuckling. There was something to be said about it all when they weren't burdened with real life responsibilities. It all felt much simpler now that they could be ― just the two of them.
Things hadn't planned out the way Theodora had expected them to. She had fallen in love with Emilios roughly two years ago, and eventually, the two of them had decided there had been only one right step to take from there: Getting married.
Of course, it hadn't exactly gone the way either of them had planned, and while Theodora had struggled with that for a really long time, she was still... Relieved, that she had managed to connect with Achilleas, too. Otherwise, she might have found herself miserable.
But she didn't feel miserable. At least, right now she didn't. In fact, Theodora felt rather... Happy.
"Not really." She mused, turning her head to look at the water. "About chest height or so, at the deepest points. Otherwise, it's around waist height." She offered, her lips pursing. "It always seemed a lot deeper when I was a child." She could feel the rush of the chilly water spread across her skin as he walked further in, and it took every ounce of self control not to squeal at it.
She did grimace, though. Just a little.
And then the brunette couldn't herself as Achilleas was the first to break. A bubbling laughter found its way past her lips. "I did warn you." She pressed between laughs. Even she could feel the goosebumps stretch across her skin like a veil. A rather unpleasant veil, but still. She could feel him pull her closer, but did nothing to stop the movement. Instead, she moved with, if only to make it a little easier for him.
Turning back to look at him, Theodora offered the man a smile. "Mine." She said without missing a beat. "Though, ridiculous it was not." Letting her body slide down, Theodora ground her teeth as she sunk further into the water. The sudden loss of warmth from his body hit her as the only thing surrounding her was the wet cold.
"Ok." She ground out, hands coming up to rub at her upper arms. "Maybe just a little."
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A smile crossed the brunette's lips as she felt Achilleas' own press against hers. Her hands moved to encircle his shoulders and neck, and she was only just able to stop herself from chuckling. There was something to be said about it all when they weren't burdened with real life responsibilities. It all felt much simpler now that they could be ― just the two of them.
Things hadn't planned out the way Theodora had expected them to. She had fallen in love with Emilios roughly two years ago, and eventually, the two of them had decided there had been only one right step to take from there: Getting married.
Of course, it hadn't exactly gone the way either of them had planned, and while Theodora had struggled with that for a really long time, she was still... Relieved, that she had managed to connect with Achilleas, too. Otherwise, she might have found herself miserable.
But she didn't feel miserable. At least, right now she didn't. In fact, Theodora felt rather... Happy.
"Not really." She mused, turning her head to look at the water. "About chest height or so, at the deepest points. Otherwise, it's around waist height." She offered, her lips pursing. "It always seemed a lot deeper when I was a child." She could feel the rush of the chilly water spread across her skin as he walked further in, and it took every ounce of self control not to squeal at it.
She did grimace, though. Just a little.
And then the brunette couldn't herself as Achilleas was the first to break. A bubbling laughter found its way past her lips. "I did warn you." She pressed between laughs. Even she could feel the goosebumps stretch across her skin like a veil. A rather unpleasant veil, but still. She could feel him pull her closer, but did nothing to stop the movement. Instead, she moved with, if only to make it a little easier for him.
Turning back to look at him, Theodora offered the man a smile. "Mine." She said without missing a beat. "Though, ridiculous it was not." Letting her body slide down, Theodora ground her teeth as she sunk further into the water. The sudden loss of warmth from his body hit her as the only thing surrounding her was the wet cold.
"Ok." She ground out, hands coming up to rub at her upper arms. "Maybe just a little."
A smile crossed the brunette's lips as she felt Achilleas' own press against hers. Her hands moved to encircle his shoulders and neck, and she was only just able to stop herself from chuckling. There was something to be said about it all when they weren't burdened with real life responsibilities. It all felt much simpler now that they could be ― just the two of them.
Things hadn't planned out the way Theodora had expected them to. She had fallen in love with Emilios roughly two years ago, and eventually, the two of them had decided there had been only one right step to take from there: Getting married.
Of course, it hadn't exactly gone the way either of them had planned, and while Theodora had struggled with that for a really long time, she was still... Relieved, that she had managed to connect with Achilleas, too. Otherwise, she might have found herself miserable.
But she didn't feel miserable. At least, right now she didn't. In fact, Theodora felt rather... Happy.
"Not really." She mused, turning her head to look at the water. "About chest height or so, at the deepest points. Otherwise, it's around waist height." She offered, her lips pursing. "It always seemed a lot deeper when I was a child." She could feel the rush of the chilly water spread across her skin as he walked further in, and it took every ounce of self control not to squeal at it.
She did grimace, though. Just a little.
And then the brunette couldn't herself as Achilleas was the first to break. A bubbling laughter found its way past her lips. "I did warn you." She pressed between laughs. Even she could feel the goosebumps stretch across her skin like a veil. A rather unpleasant veil, but still. She could feel him pull her closer, but did nothing to stop the movement. Instead, she moved with, if only to make it a little easier for him.
Turning back to look at him, Theodora offered the man a smile. "Mine." She said without missing a beat. "Though, ridiculous it was not." Letting her body slide down, Theodora ground her teeth as she sunk further into the water. The sudden loss of warmth from his body hit her as the only thing surrounding her was the wet cold.
"Ok." She ground out, hands coming up to rub at her upper arms. "Maybe just a little."
Once he was moving, he soon shook off the initial chill, and Achilleas swam to the other side of the pool, turning there and letting his feet sink into the soft silt before he ducked under the surface to emerge sleek and spluttering a moment later.
He smoothed his hands over his face to chase away the water and then looked to where he had left Theodora, a grin forming at her apparent reconsideration of her plan. “It’s not so bad when you get used to it” he said, raising a brow at her. “You just need to stop being cowardly and take the plunge”
For one who had thrown down the challenge, his betrothed seemed oddly reluctant now to embrace her own idea, but Achilleas could not find in himself to make much sport of the fact. She was too beautiful, out here in the moonlight, all silvered skin and inky dark hair. Enough to steal his breath almost.
For a moment, the Lord just stood back and let himself look, thought how lucky he was that he would soon be able to call her his. And he wondered at the way his pulse quickened, the almost giddy feeling he got at the realisation that it was all within reach now. Watching Theodora, Achilleas looked for any sign she felt the same as he, but she was inscrutable to him, her feelings well wrapped even though she stood naked before him and so he did not speak it. Did not tell her that he wasn’t certain of anything because he hadn’t ever felt like he felt with her with anyone else. That he was not usually so….affected by others and that she made him feel uncertain in himself which was a shock.
“Come then” he called, breaking the quiet that had fallen between them and his rather intense regard. “If you are not swimming let’s get you out before you chill”.
He waded rather than swam back to her, walking carefully because there were rocks underfoot and he could not see. And when Achilleas reached her, he took her hand in his own and led her out of the water. The air that wrapped around them felt balmy in contrast to the pool, but the Lord did not care for it. He wanted to feel Theo against him instead and so made a show of rubbing some warmth back into her skin before pulling her to him.
“You make returning you to your family the most unappealing duty” he said, a large, calloused palm smoothing up the length of her spine to tangle in her hair. Surprisingly gentle, it was joined by its pair as he squeezed out the water from the dark wet strands, brought them around to lay over one shoulder, before he dropped a kiss upon the bare skin of the other. Achilleas wanted to lay her down right there in the grass, warm her in the most intimate of ways now they were not rushed nor risking discovery any moment.
“Do you suppose your dear old maid will be keeping time?” he asked, not desiring to have her father come out searching for them. He looked at Theodora searchingly: surely they were close enough to married that her retainer would allow them a little grace?
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Once he was moving, he soon shook off the initial chill, and Achilleas swam to the other side of the pool, turning there and letting his feet sink into the soft silt before he ducked under the surface to emerge sleek and spluttering a moment later.
He smoothed his hands over his face to chase away the water and then looked to where he had left Theodora, a grin forming at her apparent reconsideration of her plan. “It’s not so bad when you get used to it” he said, raising a brow at her. “You just need to stop being cowardly and take the plunge”
For one who had thrown down the challenge, his betrothed seemed oddly reluctant now to embrace her own idea, but Achilleas could not find in himself to make much sport of the fact. She was too beautiful, out here in the moonlight, all silvered skin and inky dark hair. Enough to steal his breath almost.
For a moment, the Lord just stood back and let himself look, thought how lucky he was that he would soon be able to call her his. And he wondered at the way his pulse quickened, the almost giddy feeling he got at the realisation that it was all within reach now. Watching Theodora, Achilleas looked for any sign she felt the same as he, but she was inscrutable to him, her feelings well wrapped even though she stood naked before him and so he did not speak it. Did not tell her that he wasn’t certain of anything because he hadn’t ever felt like he felt with her with anyone else. That he was not usually so….affected by others and that she made him feel uncertain in himself which was a shock.
“Come then” he called, breaking the quiet that had fallen between them and his rather intense regard. “If you are not swimming let’s get you out before you chill”.
He waded rather than swam back to her, walking carefully because there were rocks underfoot and he could not see. And when Achilleas reached her, he took her hand in his own and led her out of the water. The air that wrapped around them felt balmy in contrast to the pool, but the Lord did not care for it. He wanted to feel Theo against him instead and so made a show of rubbing some warmth back into her skin before pulling her to him.
“You make returning you to your family the most unappealing duty” he said, a large, calloused palm smoothing up the length of her spine to tangle in her hair. Surprisingly gentle, it was joined by its pair as he squeezed out the water from the dark wet strands, brought them around to lay over one shoulder, before he dropped a kiss upon the bare skin of the other. Achilleas wanted to lay her down right there in the grass, warm her in the most intimate of ways now they were not rushed nor risking discovery any moment.
“Do you suppose your dear old maid will be keeping time?” he asked, not desiring to have her father come out searching for them. He looked at Theodora searchingly: surely they were close enough to married that her retainer would allow them a little grace?
Once he was moving, he soon shook off the initial chill, and Achilleas swam to the other side of the pool, turning there and letting his feet sink into the soft silt before he ducked under the surface to emerge sleek and spluttering a moment later.
He smoothed his hands over his face to chase away the water and then looked to where he had left Theodora, a grin forming at her apparent reconsideration of her plan. “It’s not so bad when you get used to it” he said, raising a brow at her. “You just need to stop being cowardly and take the plunge”
For one who had thrown down the challenge, his betrothed seemed oddly reluctant now to embrace her own idea, but Achilleas could not find in himself to make much sport of the fact. She was too beautiful, out here in the moonlight, all silvered skin and inky dark hair. Enough to steal his breath almost.
For a moment, the Lord just stood back and let himself look, thought how lucky he was that he would soon be able to call her his. And he wondered at the way his pulse quickened, the almost giddy feeling he got at the realisation that it was all within reach now. Watching Theodora, Achilleas looked for any sign she felt the same as he, but she was inscrutable to him, her feelings well wrapped even though she stood naked before him and so he did not speak it. Did not tell her that he wasn’t certain of anything because he hadn’t ever felt like he felt with her with anyone else. That he was not usually so….affected by others and that she made him feel uncertain in himself which was a shock.
“Come then” he called, breaking the quiet that had fallen between them and his rather intense regard. “If you are not swimming let’s get you out before you chill”.
He waded rather than swam back to her, walking carefully because there were rocks underfoot and he could not see. And when Achilleas reached her, he took her hand in his own and led her out of the water. The air that wrapped around them felt balmy in contrast to the pool, but the Lord did not care for it. He wanted to feel Theo against him instead and so made a show of rubbing some warmth back into her skin before pulling her to him.
“You make returning you to your family the most unappealing duty” he said, a large, calloused palm smoothing up the length of her spine to tangle in her hair. Surprisingly gentle, it was joined by its pair as he squeezed out the water from the dark wet strands, brought them around to lay over one shoulder, before he dropped a kiss upon the bare skin of the other. Achilleas wanted to lay her down right there in the grass, warm her in the most intimate of ways now they were not rushed nor risking discovery any moment.
“Do you suppose your dear old maid will be keeping time?” he asked, not desiring to have her father come out searching for them. He looked at Theodora searchingly: surely they were close enough to married that her retainer would allow them a little grace?
Oh, it was indeed a decision she immediately regretted. Despite the glory that her partner was to behold naked and swimming cleaning through the waters that glistened in moonlight, the sight wasn't able to heat her enough to keep the glacial water from feeling nothing but freezing against her skin and breaking her out in gooseflesh.
Achilleas insisted that it would get easier the longer she was in but she supposed that only occurred if you moved. Instead, she had her arms wrapped around herself and her elbows pinned to her sides, unable to release her hold to swim for fear of the cold water seeping in between arm and side.
When Achilleas was determined to leave the pool for fear of her catching chills, she was tempted to try harder, to dive deep and protest leaving so romantic a place. But her teeth were too busy chattering for her to beseech that they stay and her legs appeared rooted to the spot.
As her betrothed moved closer, her peeled a hand from where it had grafted around her opposite bicep and drew her to the water's edge, where she rose from the water, rivulets of moonlit pool running down over her skin. She caught her breath as the man grew her closer, her eyes level with the sweet dip where his pectorals met just beneath his collarbone. Without thinking of the invitation that she was potentially offering, her instinct was to slide as close as possible, to seek warmth from another human being, even if the one in question was slicked with water as cold as she.
As he chaffed some heat back into her skin and drew her close, Theo rested her head willingly upon his chest, and closed her eyes as she felt his fingers play with her hair.
She had no words for his assurance that returning her to her family was a difficult burden to bear, flattered momentarily into quiet. His next words, however, had her smiling against his skin.
She leaned back in order to look him in the eye when she spoke, her back arching a little and her lower body coming flush to his. She felt her cheeks bloom with colour at so intimate a connection, regardless of it being accidental, but had not the desire to pull further away.
"I have no doubt that she will." She told him with bright eyes and a smile of rebellion. "But she will also be used to my not minding her time-keeping." She assured him. Then she frowned slightly, as a new thought occurred to her.
"Spontaneity has been a bit of a curse for me." She told him, her eyes looking towards the pool around his shoulder. Her lips tweaked into an amused half-smile, her tone becoming humorous - like she was holding in a chuckle. "Like with the swimming... brilliant in theory and then devolves into a small disaster." Her mind flickered over times when she had offended Achilleas, the times she had dived head long into love with Emilios... so many acts that followed her heart's desire at the time, her gut reactions and instincts that... inevitably... went askew somewhere...
She turned her gaze back to Achilleas, her lashes thick with water and skin luminescent in the moonlight.
"Marrying you is the first big decision I seem to have made with due care and consideration." She tilted her head a little, damp locks of her hair falling to her shoulder. "Perhaps that is a good omen?" If spontaneity had led her towards catastrophe time and again, perhaps it was head she should trust this time, over her heart... Allowing the former to lead and the latter to catch up...?
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Oh, it was indeed a decision she immediately regretted. Despite the glory that her partner was to behold naked and swimming cleaning through the waters that glistened in moonlight, the sight wasn't able to heat her enough to keep the glacial water from feeling nothing but freezing against her skin and breaking her out in gooseflesh.
Achilleas insisted that it would get easier the longer she was in but she supposed that only occurred if you moved. Instead, she had her arms wrapped around herself and her elbows pinned to her sides, unable to release her hold to swim for fear of the cold water seeping in between arm and side.
When Achilleas was determined to leave the pool for fear of her catching chills, she was tempted to try harder, to dive deep and protest leaving so romantic a place. But her teeth were too busy chattering for her to beseech that they stay and her legs appeared rooted to the spot.
As her betrothed moved closer, her peeled a hand from where it had grafted around her opposite bicep and drew her to the water's edge, where she rose from the water, rivulets of moonlit pool running down over her skin. She caught her breath as the man grew her closer, her eyes level with the sweet dip where his pectorals met just beneath his collarbone. Without thinking of the invitation that she was potentially offering, her instinct was to slide as close as possible, to seek warmth from another human being, even if the one in question was slicked with water as cold as she.
As he chaffed some heat back into her skin and drew her close, Theo rested her head willingly upon his chest, and closed her eyes as she felt his fingers play with her hair.
She had no words for his assurance that returning her to her family was a difficult burden to bear, flattered momentarily into quiet. His next words, however, had her smiling against his skin.
She leaned back in order to look him in the eye when she spoke, her back arching a little and her lower body coming flush to his. She felt her cheeks bloom with colour at so intimate a connection, regardless of it being accidental, but had not the desire to pull further away.
"I have no doubt that she will." She told him with bright eyes and a smile of rebellion. "But she will also be used to my not minding her time-keeping." She assured him. Then she frowned slightly, as a new thought occurred to her.
"Spontaneity has been a bit of a curse for me." She told him, her eyes looking towards the pool around his shoulder. Her lips tweaked into an amused half-smile, her tone becoming humorous - like she was holding in a chuckle. "Like with the swimming... brilliant in theory and then devolves into a small disaster." Her mind flickered over times when she had offended Achilleas, the times she had dived head long into love with Emilios... so many acts that followed her heart's desire at the time, her gut reactions and instincts that... inevitably... went askew somewhere...
She turned her gaze back to Achilleas, her lashes thick with water and skin luminescent in the moonlight.
"Marrying you is the first big decision I seem to have made with due care and consideration." She tilted her head a little, damp locks of her hair falling to her shoulder. "Perhaps that is a good omen?" If spontaneity had led her towards catastrophe time and again, perhaps it was head she should trust this time, over her heart... Allowing the former to lead and the latter to catch up...?
Oh, it was indeed a decision she immediately regretted. Despite the glory that her partner was to behold naked and swimming cleaning through the waters that glistened in moonlight, the sight wasn't able to heat her enough to keep the glacial water from feeling nothing but freezing against her skin and breaking her out in gooseflesh.
Achilleas insisted that it would get easier the longer she was in but she supposed that only occurred if you moved. Instead, she had her arms wrapped around herself and her elbows pinned to her sides, unable to release her hold to swim for fear of the cold water seeping in between arm and side.
When Achilleas was determined to leave the pool for fear of her catching chills, she was tempted to try harder, to dive deep and protest leaving so romantic a place. But her teeth were too busy chattering for her to beseech that they stay and her legs appeared rooted to the spot.
As her betrothed moved closer, her peeled a hand from where it had grafted around her opposite bicep and drew her to the water's edge, where she rose from the water, rivulets of moonlit pool running down over her skin. She caught her breath as the man grew her closer, her eyes level with the sweet dip where his pectorals met just beneath his collarbone. Without thinking of the invitation that she was potentially offering, her instinct was to slide as close as possible, to seek warmth from another human being, even if the one in question was slicked with water as cold as she.
As he chaffed some heat back into her skin and drew her close, Theo rested her head willingly upon his chest, and closed her eyes as she felt his fingers play with her hair.
She had no words for his assurance that returning her to her family was a difficult burden to bear, flattered momentarily into quiet. His next words, however, had her smiling against his skin.
She leaned back in order to look him in the eye when she spoke, her back arching a little and her lower body coming flush to his. She felt her cheeks bloom with colour at so intimate a connection, regardless of it being accidental, but had not the desire to pull further away.
"I have no doubt that she will." She told him with bright eyes and a smile of rebellion. "But she will also be used to my not minding her time-keeping." She assured him. Then she frowned slightly, as a new thought occurred to her.
"Spontaneity has been a bit of a curse for me." She told him, her eyes looking towards the pool around his shoulder. Her lips tweaked into an amused half-smile, her tone becoming humorous - like she was holding in a chuckle. "Like with the swimming... brilliant in theory and then devolves into a small disaster." Her mind flickered over times when she had offended Achilleas, the times she had dived head long into love with Emilios... so many acts that followed her heart's desire at the time, her gut reactions and instincts that... inevitably... went askew somewhere...
She turned her gaze back to Achilleas, her lashes thick with water and skin luminescent in the moonlight.
"Marrying you is the first big decision I seem to have made with due care and consideration." She tilted her head a little, damp locks of her hair falling to her shoulder. "Perhaps that is a good omen?" If spontaneity had led her towards catastrophe time and again, perhaps it was head she should trust this time, over her heart... Allowing the former to lead and the latter to catch up...?
The warmth of her, the siken skip of her skin against his own had the slow kindle of a flame somewhere low, one that she seemed able to summon in him so effortlessly. Did she know? How easily she made him forget himself, forget everything except her? For one not given to losing control, it was both exhilirating and terrifying in equal measure, and such extremes were things Achilleas usually guarded against. Lucky that he would get to call this woman his wife, that here was a spark where so many went into marriage solely guided by duty and expectation, it did not stop the lord going cautiously, because it was no small thing to push aside years of careful restraint.
Hie eyes found hers, dark pools of their own in the low light, and Achilleas’ hands tightened momentarily around her as she shifted and brought their bodies closer.He had not been chaste, he made no pretence of it, but his most recent lovers had been functional. Fulfilled a need, whereas Theodora just seemed to create more in him. He was tempted to lean in and kiss her, but the shift of her features into a frown gave him pause, and he stifled a laugh at her words.
Spontaneity...was not a thing that that Achilleas could claim to be burdened with. He was more of a planner, often unsettled by things that seemed to come out of nowhere. And yet there was a pattern it seemed of her leading him away from his comfort zone into situations much as this. “Is that so? I should not be so trusting of you then, perhaps”
But his jesting quitened and his own expression settled into something thoughtful as she went on. Due care and consideration. Not romantic in the slightest, but he could not help but be somehow comforted by the notion that she had given thought to this. When he couldn’t quite trust his own rationality - not that he would admit as much - then it was good then, that she kept a hold of hers.
“Was it a big decision?” he asked, eyes strafing her face for the little clues that would give away more than words “I will not lie: there have been times when I thought perhaps you weren’t sure that it was the right one.”
It was too honest, maybe, but it was difficult to be anything other than that when everything else was so stripped back. When it was just the two of them in this quiet. And she had given him enough reassurance that he did not fear the answer now - in seeking him out, in stepping past that awkward formality that had plagued them in their interactions since the betrothal. In knowing eachother intimately. None of those things, surely, would happen if she had real reservations?
For Achilleas, this engagement had been on a hope and a wing. He had honestly not expected his wishes to have any bearing on who he was set to marry, and that his father had so readily agreed to his suggestion had left him silent and gawping at the man. It meant that his commitment to this arrangement could hardly be doubted. There had been the briefest flickers with Theodora however, when he thought he had caught an expression he couldn’t decipher or had felt her reserved when the girl he had known had been anything but.
He had no wish to sour this moment though, and so smiled, showing that the question was not as weighted as it might have seemed. “I will take your good omen, then. And risk upsetting your maid further. It would be remiss of me to return you cold, after all.”
His own skin warmed where they touched, crackled with awareness, and he closed his arms about her, caged her against the hard lines of his body. He swamped Theodora, physically, but used only a whisper of the strength that was contained in taut muscles, just enough to bring her near enough that there was no disguising his desire for her, so it was but another question between them.
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The warmth of her, the siken skip of her skin against his own had the slow kindle of a flame somewhere low, one that she seemed able to summon in him so effortlessly. Did she know? How easily she made him forget himself, forget everything except her? For one not given to losing control, it was both exhilirating and terrifying in equal measure, and such extremes were things Achilleas usually guarded against. Lucky that he would get to call this woman his wife, that here was a spark where so many went into marriage solely guided by duty and expectation, it did not stop the lord going cautiously, because it was no small thing to push aside years of careful restraint.
Hie eyes found hers, dark pools of their own in the low light, and Achilleas’ hands tightened momentarily around her as she shifted and brought their bodies closer.He had not been chaste, he made no pretence of it, but his most recent lovers had been functional. Fulfilled a need, whereas Theodora just seemed to create more in him. He was tempted to lean in and kiss her, but the shift of her features into a frown gave him pause, and he stifled a laugh at her words.
Spontaneity...was not a thing that that Achilleas could claim to be burdened with. He was more of a planner, often unsettled by things that seemed to come out of nowhere. And yet there was a pattern it seemed of her leading him away from his comfort zone into situations much as this. “Is that so? I should not be so trusting of you then, perhaps”
But his jesting quitened and his own expression settled into something thoughtful as she went on. Due care and consideration. Not romantic in the slightest, but he could not help but be somehow comforted by the notion that she had given thought to this. When he couldn’t quite trust his own rationality - not that he would admit as much - then it was good then, that she kept a hold of hers.
“Was it a big decision?” he asked, eyes strafing her face for the little clues that would give away more than words “I will not lie: there have been times when I thought perhaps you weren’t sure that it was the right one.”
It was too honest, maybe, but it was difficult to be anything other than that when everything else was so stripped back. When it was just the two of them in this quiet. And she had given him enough reassurance that he did not fear the answer now - in seeking him out, in stepping past that awkward formality that had plagued them in their interactions since the betrothal. In knowing eachother intimately. None of those things, surely, would happen if she had real reservations?
For Achilleas, this engagement had been on a hope and a wing. He had honestly not expected his wishes to have any bearing on who he was set to marry, and that his father had so readily agreed to his suggestion had left him silent and gawping at the man. It meant that his commitment to this arrangement could hardly be doubted. There had been the briefest flickers with Theodora however, when he thought he had caught an expression he couldn’t decipher or had felt her reserved when the girl he had known had been anything but.
He had no wish to sour this moment though, and so smiled, showing that the question was not as weighted as it might have seemed. “I will take your good omen, then. And risk upsetting your maid further. It would be remiss of me to return you cold, after all.”
His own skin warmed where they touched, crackled with awareness, and he closed his arms about her, caged her against the hard lines of his body. He swamped Theodora, physically, but used only a whisper of the strength that was contained in taut muscles, just enough to bring her near enough that there was no disguising his desire for her, so it was but another question between them.
The warmth of her, the siken skip of her skin against his own had the slow kindle of a flame somewhere low, one that she seemed able to summon in him so effortlessly. Did she know? How easily she made him forget himself, forget everything except her? For one not given to losing control, it was both exhilirating and terrifying in equal measure, and such extremes were things Achilleas usually guarded against. Lucky that he would get to call this woman his wife, that here was a spark where so many went into marriage solely guided by duty and expectation, it did not stop the lord going cautiously, because it was no small thing to push aside years of careful restraint.
Hie eyes found hers, dark pools of their own in the low light, and Achilleas’ hands tightened momentarily around her as she shifted and brought their bodies closer.He had not been chaste, he made no pretence of it, but his most recent lovers had been functional. Fulfilled a need, whereas Theodora just seemed to create more in him. He was tempted to lean in and kiss her, but the shift of her features into a frown gave him pause, and he stifled a laugh at her words.
Spontaneity...was not a thing that that Achilleas could claim to be burdened with. He was more of a planner, often unsettled by things that seemed to come out of nowhere. And yet there was a pattern it seemed of her leading him away from his comfort zone into situations much as this. “Is that so? I should not be so trusting of you then, perhaps”
But his jesting quitened and his own expression settled into something thoughtful as she went on. Due care and consideration. Not romantic in the slightest, but he could not help but be somehow comforted by the notion that she had given thought to this. When he couldn’t quite trust his own rationality - not that he would admit as much - then it was good then, that she kept a hold of hers.
“Was it a big decision?” he asked, eyes strafing her face for the little clues that would give away more than words “I will not lie: there have been times when I thought perhaps you weren’t sure that it was the right one.”
It was too honest, maybe, but it was difficult to be anything other than that when everything else was so stripped back. When it was just the two of them in this quiet. And she had given him enough reassurance that he did not fear the answer now - in seeking him out, in stepping past that awkward formality that had plagued them in their interactions since the betrothal. In knowing eachother intimately. None of those things, surely, would happen if she had real reservations?
For Achilleas, this engagement had been on a hope and a wing. He had honestly not expected his wishes to have any bearing on who he was set to marry, and that his father had so readily agreed to his suggestion had left him silent and gawping at the man. It meant that his commitment to this arrangement could hardly be doubted. There had been the briefest flickers with Theodora however, when he thought he had caught an expression he couldn’t decipher or had felt her reserved when the girl he had known had been anything but.
He had no wish to sour this moment though, and so smiled, showing that the question was not as weighted as it might have seemed. “I will take your good omen, then. And risk upsetting your maid further. It would be remiss of me to return you cold, after all.”
His own skin warmed where they touched, crackled with awareness, and he closed his arms about her, caged her against the hard lines of his body. He swamped Theodora, physically, but used only a whisper of the strength that was contained in taut muscles, just enough to bring her near enough that there was no disguising his desire for her, so it was but another question between them.
The slick touch of wet body upon wet body had their very skin cling and clutch to one another as they adjusted their holds or their gestures of affection. Theodora's cheeks had become flushed though when was anyone's guess as the water had been so very frigid. She could only blame the man before her who stood with such proud nakedness that she found herself entirely unashamed of her own state of undress.
When he asked her if marrying him had been a big decision; when he confessed that he had noticed times of hesitation, Theodora blinked, her gaze dipping for a moment, each a silent twitch of guilt and admittance that he had not imagined her expressions of uncertainty. But she was quick to bring her stare back to his own, their gazes clashing with a truth and honesty he could not doubt.
"I have had many moments where I've worried such thoughts." She admitted, before her lips curled into a smile. "But they have never been anything with regards to you, Achilleas." She felt heat seep into her cheeks as her blush deepened in the darkness. "Whilst men have other exploits in life, marriage is the single most important choice of a woman's. And I have not always made the best decisions in my life. Any doubts have only been upon my own judgement, solely because it was mine." She reached up to place a hand tenderly upon the side of his face, her touch tracing his jawline, a little rough with a day's worth of growth.
"It has always been the fact that it was to you that brought back the confidence that this union is right and true."
And this was pure truth. Achilleas was smart, handsome, of good rank, of good family... He was everything that a husband to her should be. And the only thing that could have made her marriage to him unbearable was if he were cruel or ignorance of the compassion a woman needed in her life. But Achilleas was kind, already showing loyalty and devotion to her before he had any legal or divine requirement to be so...
When the face of Emilios tried to invade the moment, Theodora pushed it aside. Marriage to Emilios was now entirely impossible, past and future. It did not do to dwell. She was here. With this man. As wonderful as he was...
Her future husband.
Having hopefully reassured him while also offering him a genuine moment of sincerity to his equally honest question, the conversation moved on, turning their moment of connection to one of flirtation.
She gasped lightly as Achilleas drew her close, feeling the lines of his body find purchase on hers. The swell of his chest and the curves of her own drew her collarbone and neck leaning back to make room, keeping her in perfect position to be kissed. The soft inlay of her lower belly offered the space for his abdomen and upper thighs. She blushed as she felt his physicality so different from her own up against her leg and allowed herself to melt into his embrace.
She was far from inexperienced with the male form but she was also no harlot. This day had been the first where she could claim her experience to go beyond a single man. All was still very new, regardless of the years she had spent with Emilios.
Banishing the thought once more, determined not to let one brother invade her time with the other, Theodora allowed her gaze to be captured by that of Achilleas', bright despite the darkness of the night. She then dropped the look boldly to his mouth. His lips were sculpted, angular... masculine. And yet she knew how wonderfully soft they could become against her skin, yielding to the gentleness she needed.
Suddenly, as if a new thought occurred to her, Theodora looked up, high above both their heads to where the star-stricken night sky could be seen between the tall and dark branches of trees around the clearing.
Her smile widened and her eyes danced with mischief as she drew them back to her betrothed.
"You wanted starlight..." She commented softly, referring back to his determination of how they night time might be together...
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The slick touch of wet body upon wet body had their very skin cling and clutch to one another as they adjusted their holds or their gestures of affection. Theodora's cheeks had become flushed though when was anyone's guess as the water had been so very frigid. She could only blame the man before her who stood with such proud nakedness that she found herself entirely unashamed of her own state of undress.
When he asked her if marrying him had been a big decision; when he confessed that he had noticed times of hesitation, Theodora blinked, her gaze dipping for a moment, each a silent twitch of guilt and admittance that he had not imagined her expressions of uncertainty. But she was quick to bring her stare back to his own, their gazes clashing with a truth and honesty he could not doubt.
"I have had many moments where I've worried such thoughts." She admitted, before her lips curled into a smile. "But they have never been anything with regards to you, Achilleas." She felt heat seep into her cheeks as her blush deepened in the darkness. "Whilst men have other exploits in life, marriage is the single most important choice of a woman's. And I have not always made the best decisions in my life. Any doubts have only been upon my own judgement, solely because it was mine." She reached up to place a hand tenderly upon the side of his face, her touch tracing his jawline, a little rough with a day's worth of growth.
"It has always been the fact that it was to you that brought back the confidence that this union is right and true."
And this was pure truth. Achilleas was smart, handsome, of good rank, of good family... He was everything that a husband to her should be. And the only thing that could have made her marriage to him unbearable was if he were cruel or ignorance of the compassion a woman needed in her life. But Achilleas was kind, already showing loyalty and devotion to her before he had any legal or divine requirement to be so...
When the face of Emilios tried to invade the moment, Theodora pushed it aside. Marriage to Emilios was now entirely impossible, past and future. It did not do to dwell. She was here. With this man. As wonderful as he was...
Her future husband.
Having hopefully reassured him while also offering him a genuine moment of sincerity to his equally honest question, the conversation moved on, turning their moment of connection to one of flirtation.
She gasped lightly as Achilleas drew her close, feeling the lines of his body find purchase on hers. The swell of his chest and the curves of her own drew her collarbone and neck leaning back to make room, keeping her in perfect position to be kissed. The soft inlay of her lower belly offered the space for his abdomen and upper thighs. She blushed as she felt his physicality so different from her own up against her leg and allowed herself to melt into his embrace.
She was far from inexperienced with the male form but she was also no harlot. This day had been the first where she could claim her experience to go beyond a single man. All was still very new, regardless of the years she had spent with Emilios.
Banishing the thought once more, determined not to let one brother invade her time with the other, Theodora allowed her gaze to be captured by that of Achilleas', bright despite the darkness of the night. She then dropped the look boldly to his mouth. His lips were sculpted, angular... masculine. And yet she knew how wonderfully soft they could become against her skin, yielding to the gentleness she needed.
Suddenly, as if a new thought occurred to her, Theodora looked up, high above both their heads to where the star-stricken night sky could be seen between the tall and dark branches of trees around the clearing.
Her smile widened and her eyes danced with mischief as she drew them back to her betrothed.
"You wanted starlight..." She commented softly, referring back to his determination of how they night time might be together...
The slick touch of wet body upon wet body had their very skin cling and clutch to one another as they adjusted their holds or their gestures of affection. Theodora's cheeks had become flushed though when was anyone's guess as the water had been so very frigid. She could only blame the man before her who stood with such proud nakedness that she found herself entirely unashamed of her own state of undress.
When he asked her if marrying him had been a big decision; when he confessed that he had noticed times of hesitation, Theodora blinked, her gaze dipping for a moment, each a silent twitch of guilt and admittance that he had not imagined her expressions of uncertainty. But she was quick to bring her stare back to his own, their gazes clashing with a truth and honesty he could not doubt.
"I have had many moments where I've worried such thoughts." She admitted, before her lips curled into a smile. "But they have never been anything with regards to you, Achilleas." She felt heat seep into her cheeks as her blush deepened in the darkness. "Whilst men have other exploits in life, marriage is the single most important choice of a woman's. And I have not always made the best decisions in my life. Any doubts have only been upon my own judgement, solely because it was mine." She reached up to place a hand tenderly upon the side of his face, her touch tracing his jawline, a little rough with a day's worth of growth.
"It has always been the fact that it was to you that brought back the confidence that this union is right and true."
And this was pure truth. Achilleas was smart, handsome, of good rank, of good family... He was everything that a husband to her should be. And the only thing that could have made her marriage to him unbearable was if he were cruel or ignorance of the compassion a woman needed in her life. But Achilleas was kind, already showing loyalty and devotion to her before he had any legal or divine requirement to be so...
When the face of Emilios tried to invade the moment, Theodora pushed it aside. Marriage to Emilios was now entirely impossible, past and future. It did not do to dwell. She was here. With this man. As wonderful as he was...
Her future husband.
Having hopefully reassured him while also offering him a genuine moment of sincerity to his equally honest question, the conversation moved on, turning their moment of connection to one of flirtation.
She gasped lightly as Achilleas drew her close, feeling the lines of his body find purchase on hers. The swell of his chest and the curves of her own drew her collarbone and neck leaning back to make room, keeping her in perfect position to be kissed. The soft inlay of her lower belly offered the space for his abdomen and upper thighs. She blushed as she felt his physicality so different from her own up against her leg and allowed herself to melt into his embrace.
She was far from inexperienced with the male form but she was also no harlot. This day had been the first where she could claim her experience to go beyond a single man. All was still very new, regardless of the years she had spent with Emilios.
Banishing the thought once more, determined not to let one brother invade her time with the other, Theodora allowed her gaze to be captured by that of Achilleas', bright despite the darkness of the night. She then dropped the look boldly to his mouth. His lips were sculpted, angular... masculine. And yet she knew how wonderfully soft they could become against her skin, yielding to the gentleness she needed.
Suddenly, as if a new thought occurred to her, Theodora looked up, high above both their heads to where the star-stricken night sky could be seen between the tall and dark branches of trees around the clearing.
Her smile widened and her eyes danced with mischief as she drew them back to her betrothed.
"You wanted starlight..." She commented softly, referring back to his determination of how they night time might be together...
Theodora picked her words well, honesty softened with enough reassurances to quell any resulting doubt in the man before her. They had as good a chance as any Achilleas decided, in making something good out of this. Confirmation that the beauty he held in his arms was committed to it as much as he had some knot of tension he did not know was there release, and Achilleas kissed her sweetly then, an unspoken relief pressing through his lips to her own.
Drawing away only far enough to be able to see her again, he gave an easy smile, freer somehow. He had done something right, somewhere, to be so blessed. And after the day he’d had, after the chaos that seemed to have been made of so much else, it was a heady escapism to be here, with Theodora doing a fine job of making him forget .
And when her eyes drew upward, beyond the dark reaches of the trees, and she harked back to his earlier words, Achilleas chuckled, deep in his chest, vibration carrying to where to soft swell of her body was pressed to his own.
“I did say that” he conceded, glancing briefly upward before settling his attention once again on her. “I want you, Theo”. He had promised, after all, to make a better effort than the hasty and careless joining of earlier, when the restraint he had been so diligent about all the weeks had been so easily tossed aside in favour of fevered and hungry touches and possession. And though he perhaps had not thought to be gifted the chance again so soon, she had led him out here, had reignited his want for her as easily as one might set a flame to an oil-soaked rag.
Achilleas had never really been one to linger over the pleasures of the flesh. It was a response to a need, and one that did not yield results other than of a very personal nature, so it had never demanded that singular focus and ambition that he channelled into so many other strands of his life. Now though, with this gift that was Theodora in his keeping, he thought perhaps he ought to..explore a little more. Learn her body and what she liked. The uncertainty of which pinned him with something akin to nerves, because he had never bothered before.
And starlight, whilst in his head had conjured a whimsical sort of magic that he thought would be pleasing, also meant that they were without the warmth of the sun. What if she were cold?. He was perhaps thinking too much, as he led her to where their clothes had been so carelessly discarded, laid out his chiton as some barrier between the ground and her body which he covered with his own, preserving the heat between them.
Hands, questing, but somehow hesitant, as if he didn’t quite trust himself, traced over her skin, as Achilleas busied himself in claiming her lips again, more assertive there as he settled into the cradle of her hips. He knew what he wanted. That was easy, and had it been anyone else, there would not be this..fumbling..
But he’d thrown aside his usual rulebook, and it left him a little directionless, floundering in this unknown that was Theodora, and his heart was going like a trip hammer with the uncomfortable realisation that he didn’t know a thousand tricks to make her gasp and moan. Because he’d never had the motivation to learn.
It was a little galling then, as he broke away from her mouth and mumbled in her ear, glad of the darkness to hide the heat he could feel in his face. “Show me how you..what you like..”
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Theodora picked her words well, honesty softened with enough reassurances to quell any resulting doubt in the man before her. They had as good a chance as any Achilleas decided, in making something good out of this. Confirmation that the beauty he held in his arms was committed to it as much as he had some knot of tension he did not know was there release, and Achilleas kissed her sweetly then, an unspoken relief pressing through his lips to her own.
Drawing away only far enough to be able to see her again, he gave an easy smile, freer somehow. He had done something right, somewhere, to be so blessed. And after the day he’d had, after the chaos that seemed to have been made of so much else, it was a heady escapism to be here, with Theodora doing a fine job of making him forget .
And when her eyes drew upward, beyond the dark reaches of the trees, and she harked back to his earlier words, Achilleas chuckled, deep in his chest, vibration carrying to where to soft swell of her body was pressed to his own.
“I did say that” he conceded, glancing briefly upward before settling his attention once again on her. “I want you, Theo”. He had promised, after all, to make a better effort than the hasty and careless joining of earlier, when the restraint he had been so diligent about all the weeks had been so easily tossed aside in favour of fevered and hungry touches and possession. And though he perhaps had not thought to be gifted the chance again so soon, she had led him out here, had reignited his want for her as easily as one might set a flame to an oil-soaked rag.
Achilleas had never really been one to linger over the pleasures of the flesh. It was a response to a need, and one that did not yield results other than of a very personal nature, so it had never demanded that singular focus and ambition that he channelled into so many other strands of his life. Now though, with this gift that was Theodora in his keeping, he thought perhaps he ought to..explore a little more. Learn her body and what she liked. The uncertainty of which pinned him with something akin to nerves, because he had never bothered before.
And starlight, whilst in his head had conjured a whimsical sort of magic that he thought would be pleasing, also meant that they were without the warmth of the sun. What if she were cold?. He was perhaps thinking too much, as he led her to where their clothes had been so carelessly discarded, laid out his chiton as some barrier between the ground and her body which he covered with his own, preserving the heat between them.
Hands, questing, but somehow hesitant, as if he didn’t quite trust himself, traced over her skin, as Achilleas busied himself in claiming her lips again, more assertive there as he settled into the cradle of her hips. He knew what he wanted. That was easy, and had it been anyone else, there would not be this..fumbling..
But he’d thrown aside his usual rulebook, and it left him a little directionless, floundering in this unknown that was Theodora, and his heart was going like a trip hammer with the uncomfortable realisation that he didn’t know a thousand tricks to make her gasp and moan. Because he’d never had the motivation to learn.
It was a little galling then, as he broke away from her mouth and mumbled in her ear, glad of the darkness to hide the heat he could feel in his face. “Show me how you..what you like..”
Theodora picked her words well, honesty softened with enough reassurances to quell any resulting doubt in the man before her. They had as good a chance as any Achilleas decided, in making something good out of this. Confirmation that the beauty he held in his arms was committed to it as much as he had some knot of tension he did not know was there release, and Achilleas kissed her sweetly then, an unspoken relief pressing through his lips to her own.
Drawing away only far enough to be able to see her again, he gave an easy smile, freer somehow. He had done something right, somewhere, to be so blessed. And after the day he’d had, after the chaos that seemed to have been made of so much else, it was a heady escapism to be here, with Theodora doing a fine job of making him forget .
And when her eyes drew upward, beyond the dark reaches of the trees, and she harked back to his earlier words, Achilleas chuckled, deep in his chest, vibration carrying to where to soft swell of her body was pressed to his own.
“I did say that” he conceded, glancing briefly upward before settling his attention once again on her. “I want you, Theo”. He had promised, after all, to make a better effort than the hasty and careless joining of earlier, when the restraint he had been so diligent about all the weeks had been so easily tossed aside in favour of fevered and hungry touches and possession. And though he perhaps had not thought to be gifted the chance again so soon, she had led him out here, had reignited his want for her as easily as one might set a flame to an oil-soaked rag.
Achilleas had never really been one to linger over the pleasures of the flesh. It was a response to a need, and one that did not yield results other than of a very personal nature, so it had never demanded that singular focus and ambition that he channelled into so many other strands of his life. Now though, with this gift that was Theodora in his keeping, he thought perhaps he ought to..explore a little more. Learn her body and what she liked. The uncertainty of which pinned him with something akin to nerves, because he had never bothered before.
And starlight, whilst in his head had conjured a whimsical sort of magic that he thought would be pleasing, also meant that they were without the warmth of the sun. What if she were cold?. He was perhaps thinking too much, as he led her to where their clothes had been so carelessly discarded, laid out his chiton as some barrier between the ground and her body which he covered with his own, preserving the heat between them.
Hands, questing, but somehow hesitant, as if he didn’t quite trust himself, traced over her skin, as Achilleas busied himself in claiming her lips again, more assertive there as he settled into the cradle of her hips. He knew what he wanted. That was easy, and had it been anyone else, there would not be this..fumbling..
But he’d thrown aside his usual rulebook, and it left him a little directionless, floundering in this unknown that was Theodora, and his heart was going like a trip hammer with the uncomfortable realisation that he didn’t know a thousand tricks to make her gasp and moan. Because he’d never had the motivation to learn.
It was a little galling then, as he broke away from her mouth and mumbled in her ear, glad of the darkness to hide the heat he could feel in his face. “Show me how you..what you like..”
A shiver ran down Theodora's spine as her soon to be husband murmured his desire for her against her lips. Whilst their previous actions that evening had left her in little doubt as to his adoration, hearing the words spoken so baldly was an aphrodisiac to her desires. But the essence that stroked the nerves the most - as if there were a delicious hum beneath her skin - was the slightest sense of uncertainty. The way in which Achilleas did not assume her desire or mutual passion in any particular moment but simply spoke of his wants with a tone that suggested patience in waiting for them to be bestowed. As if she were a goddess that he wished to worship but only in her own time.
So very different from Emilios' passionate claiming and voracious loving.
Angry at herself, Theo pushed the thought away once more, determined to stamp out the existence that was Emilios from her mind...
"Theodora." She told the man before her, a soft smile lilting over her lips. "If I am to be a grown and married woman, I should have such a grown and married name, should I not?" Her tone was teasing but it was also deliberate. Emilios called her Theo. Both in public and in private he had murmured that name. A childish nickname, she decided in that moment. A symbol of how infantile their love had been by comparison to the marriage she was expected and needed to make.
With Achilleas, it would be different. A match of reason, responsibility, adulthood. A match that would breed stronger roots of affection for all the mature growth of the tree. Their love would be stronger and more powerful, all for the determination and thought that had gone into its formation. No reckless impulses or passionate declarations. But real and enduring affection, love and respect.
At least... that was what she hoped.
And a divisive name would help with that...
As the man set about his means of seduction, Theodora offered no complaints and zero protestations. She did not shirk as Achilleas stepped back from her for a moment, nor resist as he drew her to the ground upon his chiton.
The two of them were still coated in the damp film of the frigid water, the layer of moisture setting Achilleas' muscles shining in the moonlight. She witnessed as gooseflesh rose upon her skin from the cold but she did not draw attention to it. She would be warm soon enough...
When Achilleas asked her for her instruction and guidance, Theodora felt a moment of panic in the back of her mind. Had he been able to tell that she was not chaste upon their last union? Did he ask her such things because he thought her experienced? The fear that he might suspect her of previous lovers - or worse the identity of those lovers - had her tensing beneath him but she hoped he would simply put that down to the cold. She smiled, in order to reassure him it was nothing by the cool air upon damp skin that had her muscles taut.
The smile trembled a little as if she were nervous of his opinion as she offered a soft kiss to the lips that hovered just above her own.
"I... do not think myself so experienced as to know, my Lord..." She commented, the title used to lighten the atmosphere in jest. "I know that your touch has be aflame. That I can look to my wedding night, or indeed this night, with nothing but eager anticipation." She reached up to brush back a lock of dark hair that had fallen across his forehead as he leaned over her, covering her body with his. "You need not be concerned... you satisfy me and I wish only to do the same for you." She confessed, daring only to part her knees further to allow for a more intimate cradle of his body. She did nothing else to progress their union, for she did not know his thoughts after his unsure request for guidance...
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A shiver ran down Theodora's spine as her soon to be husband murmured his desire for her against her lips. Whilst their previous actions that evening had left her in little doubt as to his adoration, hearing the words spoken so baldly was an aphrodisiac to her desires. But the essence that stroked the nerves the most - as if there were a delicious hum beneath her skin - was the slightest sense of uncertainty. The way in which Achilleas did not assume her desire or mutual passion in any particular moment but simply spoke of his wants with a tone that suggested patience in waiting for them to be bestowed. As if she were a goddess that he wished to worship but only in her own time.
So very different from Emilios' passionate claiming and voracious loving.
Angry at herself, Theo pushed the thought away once more, determined to stamp out the existence that was Emilios from her mind...
"Theodora." She told the man before her, a soft smile lilting over her lips. "If I am to be a grown and married woman, I should have such a grown and married name, should I not?" Her tone was teasing but it was also deliberate. Emilios called her Theo. Both in public and in private he had murmured that name. A childish nickname, she decided in that moment. A symbol of how infantile their love had been by comparison to the marriage she was expected and needed to make.
With Achilleas, it would be different. A match of reason, responsibility, adulthood. A match that would breed stronger roots of affection for all the mature growth of the tree. Their love would be stronger and more powerful, all for the determination and thought that had gone into its formation. No reckless impulses or passionate declarations. But real and enduring affection, love and respect.
At least... that was what she hoped.
And a divisive name would help with that...
As the man set about his means of seduction, Theodora offered no complaints and zero protestations. She did not shirk as Achilleas stepped back from her for a moment, nor resist as he drew her to the ground upon his chiton.
The two of them were still coated in the damp film of the frigid water, the layer of moisture setting Achilleas' muscles shining in the moonlight. She witnessed as gooseflesh rose upon her skin from the cold but she did not draw attention to it. She would be warm soon enough...
When Achilleas asked her for her instruction and guidance, Theodora felt a moment of panic in the back of her mind. Had he been able to tell that she was not chaste upon their last union? Did he ask her such things because he thought her experienced? The fear that he might suspect her of previous lovers - or worse the identity of those lovers - had her tensing beneath him but she hoped he would simply put that down to the cold. She smiled, in order to reassure him it was nothing by the cool air upon damp skin that had her muscles taut.
The smile trembled a little as if she were nervous of his opinion as she offered a soft kiss to the lips that hovered just above her own.
"I... do not think myself so experienced as to know, my Lord..." She commented, the title used to lighten the atmosphere in jest. "I know that your touch has be aflame. That I can look to my wedding night, or indeed this night, with nothing but eager anticipation." She reached up to brush back a lock of dark hair that had fallen across his forehead as he leaned over her, covering her body with his. "You need not be concerned... you satisfy me and I wish only to do the same for you." She confessed, daring only to part her knees further to allow for a more intimate cradle of his body. She did nothing else to progress their union, for she did not know his thoughts after his unsure request for guidance...
A shiver ran down Theodora's spine as her soon to be husband murmured his desire for her against her lips. Whilst their previous actions that evening had left her in little doubt as to his adoration, hearing the words spoken so baldly was an aphrodisiac to her desires. But the essence that stroked the nerves the most - as if there were a delicious hum beneath her skin - was the slightest sense of uncertainty. The way in which Achilleas did not assume her desire or mutual passion in any particular moment but simply spoke of his wants with a tone that suggested patience in waiting for them to be bestowed. As if she were a goddess that he wished to worship but only in her own time.
So very different from Emilios' passionate claiming and voracious loving.
Angry at herself, Theo pushed the thought away once more, determined to stamp out the existence that was Emilios from her mind...
"Theodora." She told the man before her, a soft smile lilting over her lips. "If I am to be a grown and married woman, I should have such a grown and married name, should I not?" Her tone was teasing but it was also deliberate. Emilios called her Theo. Both in public and in private he had murmured that name. A childish nickname, she decided in that moment. A symbol of how infantile their love had been by comparison to the marriage she was expected and needed to make.
With Achilleas, it would be different. A match of reason, responsibility, adulthood. A match that would breed stronger roots of affection for all the mature growth of the tree. Their love would be stronger and more powerful, all for the determination and thought that had gone into its formation. No reckless impulses or passionate declarations. But real and enduring affection, love and respect.
At least... that was what she hoped.
And a divisive name would help with that...
As the man set about his means of seduction, Theodora offered no complaints and zero protestations. She did not shirk as Achilleas stepped back from her for a moment, nor resist as he drew her to the ground upon his chiton.
The two of them were still coated in the damp film of the frigid water, the layer of moisture setting Achilleas' muscles shining in the moonlight. She witnessed as gooseflesh rose upon her skin from the cold but she did not draw attention to it. She would be warm soon enough...
When Achilleas asked her for her instruction and guidance, Theodora felt a moment of panic in the back of her mind. Had he been able to tell that she was not chaste upon their last union? Did he ask her such things because he thought her experienced? The fear that he might suspect her of previous lovers - or worse the identity of those lovers - had her tensing beneath him but she hoped he would simply put that down to the cold. She smiled, in order to reassure him it was nothing by the cool air upon damp skin that had her muscles taut.
The smile trembled a little as if she were nervous of his opinion as she offered a soft kiss to the lips that hovered just above her own.
"I... do not think myself so experienced as to know, my Lord..." She commented, the title used to lighten the atmosphere in jest. "I know that your touch has be aflame. That I can look to my wedding night, or indeed this night, with nothing but eager anticipation." She reached up to brush back a lock of dark hair that had fallen across his forehead as he leaned over her, covering her body with his. "You need not be concerned... you satisfy me and I wish only to do the same for you." She confessed, daring only to part her knees further to allow for a more intimate cradle of his body. She did nothing else to progress their union, for she did not know his thoughts after his unsure request for guidance...
‘Theodora’ The correction came gently enough, and Achilleas strafed her gaze curiously as for the why before he reaffirmed it: a slow, rolling repitition in the low baritone of his voice that wrapped around the sounds almost reverently. It still felt intimate, to speak it without title, just her name, soft and quiet, and so he could not find a complaint in her asking for it not to be shortened further.
There was no arguing, they were both grown, different from when he had stumbled across her all those years before, and had no name to bestow upon her. She had shown him but little flickers of that fey and wild girl he’d met then. But Achilleas knew he had changed too, it was impossible not to be moulded by the life one led, and this betrothal..this marriage was nothing if not a slow discovery of one another as they were now. “You make it sound as if you are becoming someone else entirely” he said lighty, not understanding her need for seperation. “I would not ask you to change, you know” She had caught his notice, after all, by being exactly who she was.
He wanted to know every inch of her, he realised, without exception. Wanted to know her better than anyone else could claim to, and when he lay her down upon the ground, the thought that other hands had traced the same lines that his did, that some other’s fingers had touched the pale silk that was her skin was a hard thought to cast aside. And so he humbled himself, he thought, in asking for her guidance, in accepting what he thought he knew.
Which was why Theodora’s response, the subtle tension that he could feel draw her body taut beneath his own, gave him pause. Was she denying it? He stilled then, working hard to keep his expression neutral as she spoke, as her hand swept his hair away from his face. Almost, he opened his mouth to question her, because she had seemed no innocent, far too confident in her handling of him, too malleable beneath his own touch. He wasn’t sure if he felt insulted that she now seemed to deny it, and there was a distinct pause that followed her words.
It was the soft parting of her thighs, the subtle movement that had him settle deeper, aligned their bodies in a way that was impossible for him to ignore, that chased the questions from his thoughts, and Achilleas exhaled a shaky breath, sweeping the pad of his thumb over the soft pillow of her lips as he braced his weight above her. “As you say. Forgive me, I meant not to imply any differently”. He smiled, only a slight tightness to the expression that those who knew him well would recognise, but otherwise set aside his reservations, for they could do no good, here.
He let his hand follow the curve of her jaw down, trace the elegant line of her throat,and feather over the sharper edge of her collarbone. Her skin was still water slick, gleaming in the pale light that bled from the moon, and not for the first time that night, the Lord fancied her some nymph stretched out before him. Blessed by the Goddess they said, and it was all too easy to see.
This time he was unhurried in his claiming of her, made himself seek the leisurely path rather than the quick route to gratification that was his way. She deserved more, and there was a little fascination for him in finding the things that made her breatheless, that fired her blood.Even so, Achilleas was methodological in his approach, didn’t give much of himself away as he explored the different ways to coax forth a gasp or a shiver. He was gentle, but not exactly tender. Almost like she were a puzzle he was trying to solve.
And when he thought he had led her to her release, his own was quick to follow, a brief stutter in the careful control he practiced that saw him breath heavily into her neck, hiding almost, in the most intimate of moments.
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‘Theodora’ The correction came gently enough, and Achilleas strafed her gaze curiously as for the why before he reaffirmed it: a slow, rolling repitition in the low baritone of his voice that wrapped around the sounds almost reverently. It still felt intimate, to speak it without title, just her name, soft and quiet, and so he could not find a complaint in her asking for it not to be shortened further.
There was no arguing, they were both grown, different from when he had stumbled across her all those years before, and had no name to bestow upon her. She had shown him but little flickers of that fey and wild girl he’d met then. But Achilleas knew he had changed too, it was impossible not to be moulded by the life one led, and this betrothal..this marriage was nothing if not a slow discovery of one another as they were now. “You make it sound as if you are becoming someone else entirely” he said lighty, not understanding her need for seperation. “I would not ask you to change, you know” She had caught his notice, after all, by being exactly who she was.
He wanted to know every inch of her, he realised, without exception. Wanted to know her better than anyone else could claim to, and when he lay her down upon the ground, the thought that other hands had traced the same lines that his did, that some other’s fingers had touched the pale silk that was her skin was a hard thought to cast aside. And so he humbled himself, he thought, in asking for her guidance, in accepting what he thought he knew.
Which was why Theodora’s response, the subtle tension that he could feel draw her body taut beneath his own, gave him pause. Was she denying it? He stilled then, working hard to keep his expression neutral as she spoke, as her hand swept his hair away from his face. Almost, he opened his mouth to question her, because she had seemed no innocent, far too confident in her handling of him, too malleable beneath his own touch. He wasn’t sure if he felt insulted that she now seemed to deny it, and there was a distinct pause that followed her words.
It was the soft parting of her thighs, the subtle movement that had him settle deeper, aligned their bodies in a way that was impossible for him to ignore, that chased the questions from his thoughts, and Achilleas exhaled a shaky breath, sweeping the pad of his thumb over the soft pillow of her lips as he braced his weight above her. “As you say. Forgive me, I meant not to imply any differently”. He smiled, only a slight tightness to the expression that those who knew him well would recognise, but otherwise set aside his reservations, for they could do no good, here.
He let his hand follow the curve of her jaw down, trace the elegant line of her throat,and feather over the sharper edge of her collarbone. Her skin was still water slick, gleaming in the pale light that bled from the moon, and not for the first time that night, the Lord fancied her some nymph stretched out before him. Blessed by the Goddess they said, and it was all too easy to see.
This time he was unhurried in his claiming of her, made himself seek the leisurely path rather than the quick route to gratification that was his way. She deserved more, and there was a little fascination for him in finding the things that made her breatheless, that fired her blood.Even so, Achilleas was methodological in his approach, didn’t give much of himself away as he explored the different ways to coax forth a gasp or a shiver. He was gentle, but not exactly tender. Almost like she were a puzzle he was trying to solve.
And when he thought he had led her to her release, his own was quick to follow, a brief stutter in the careful control he practiced that saw him breath heavily into her neck, hiding almost, in the most intimate of moments.
‘Theodora’ The correction came gently enough, and Achilleas strafed her gaze curiously as for the why before he reaffirmed it: a slow, rolling repitition in the low baritone of his voice that wrapped around the sounds almost reverently. It still felt intimate, to speak it without title, just her name, soft and quiet, and so he could not find a complaint in her asking for it not to be shortened further.
There was no arguing, they were both grown, different from when he had stumbled across her all those years before, and had no name to bestow upon her. She had shown him but little flickers of that fey and wild girl he’d met then. But Achilleas knew he had changed too, it was impossible not to be moulded by the life one led, and this betrothal..this marriage was nothing if not a slow discovery of one another as they were now. “You make it sound as if you are becoming someone else entirely” he said lighty, not understanding her need for seperation. “I would not ask you to change, you know” She had caught his notice, after all, by being exactly who she was.
He wanted to know every inch of her, he realised, without exception. Wanted to know her better than anyone else could claim to, and when he lay her down upon the ground, the thought that other hands had traced the same lines that his did, that some other’s fingers had touched the pale silk that was her skin was a hard thought to cast aside. And so he humbled himself, he thought, in asking for her guidance, in accepting what he thought he knew.
Which was why Theodora’s response, the subtle tension that he could feel draw her body taut beneath his own, gave him pause. Was she denying it? He stilled then, working hard to keep his expression neutral as she spoke, as her hand swept his hair away from his face. Almost, he opened his mouth to question her, because she had seemed no innocent, far too confident in her handling of him, too malleable beneath his own touch. He wasn’t sure if he felt insulted that she now seemed to deny it, and there was a distinct pause that followed her words.
It was the soft parting of her thighs, the subtle movement that had him settle deeper, aligned their bodies in a way that was impossible for him to ignore, that chased the questions from his thoughts, and Achilleas exhaled a shaky breath, sweeping the pad of his thumb over the soft pillow of her lips as he braced his weight above her. “As you say. Forgive me, I meant not to imply any differently”. He smiled, only a slight tightness to the expression that those who knew him well would recognise, but otherwise set aside his reservations, for they could do no good, here.
He let his hand follow the curve of her jaw down, trace the elegant line of her throat,and feather over the sharper edge of her collarbone. Her skin was still water slick, gleaming in the pale light that bled from the moon, and not for the first time that night, the Lord fancied her some nymph stretched out before him. Blessed by the Goddess they said, and it was all too easy to see.
This time he was unhurried in his claiming of her, made himself seek the leisurely path rather than the quick route to gratification that was his way. She deserved more, and there was a little fascination for him in finding the things that made her breatheless, that fired her blood.Even so, Achilleas was methodological in his approach, didn’t give much of himself away as he explored the different ways to coax forth a gasp or a shiver. He was gentle, but not exactly tender. Almost like she were a puzzle he was trying to solve.
And when he thought he had led her to her release, his own was quick to follow, a brief stutter in the careful control he practiced that saw him breath heavily into her neck, hiding almost, in the most intimate of moments.
Theodora felt a crack in her heart where guilt managed to wheedle into its beating, the pumping of her pulse sending it around her bloodstream in a horrid moment of nausea as his words told her his misconception. She had said that she was 'not so experienced' as to be able to tell her preferences. This had, to a certain extent, been a lie, for she and Emilios had been active in their love many times. But what she had deliberately avoided saying was that she had been chaste before tonight. For while she could call her words a sort of truth in that she had had no diversity in her lovers, she could not abide a flat-out deceit by stating she was virginal before he.
Yet that was how he had appeared to take her meaning regardless. And the guilt festered because she did not correct him. As his words were no more specific than hers, she could allow herself to ignore them without bringing the subject around to the truth. Whilst in a very technical sense, she was clear of dishonesty... it did not feel as such.
Luckily, Theodora had been taught from a young age how to hide the darker thoughts of her mind in times when they would be dangerous, and her expression stayed calm throughout his interpretation of her assurances and then brightened, warmed and relaxed as he turned his attentions to their loving.
The first time they had been together, it had been a rushed exploration. Heady and wondrous, as they came together. It had nothing to do with skill or technique, or the way in which they had touched one another's bodies. The adrenaline and passion and excitement had come from the fact that they were both attractive people with fit physiques who were brand knew to the paths and lines of one another's physicality.
This time, despite a natural eagerness that anyone would feel in the hopes of repeating the experience, the urgency that would forever be unique to their first time together was missing and they were able to set pace that was more determined on satisfaction than it was completion.
Achilleas was unyielding in the ways he touched and tasted her. Had Theodora held any concerns regarding her ability to surrender to her future husband sexually, with portions of her heart still belonging elsewhere, this moment and this coupling pushed them to the very furthest reaches of her mind. For, in the same way Achilleas had mastered his military career with care, precision and effective application of skill... he seemed determined to conquer the art of love with the same attention to detail and scholarly reverence.
A sensual being in herself, Theodora became both student and master, her experiences learning of her Achilleas' ways but her responses instructing him in others. When she gasped and caught her breath, he worked that same touch. When she sighed in blissful reprieve, he filed such a motion away to use later when her body grew too taut or writhed too much. She breathed soft instructions where she could, where she thought they would not betray her experience: confirming what was wonderful and what was too far, too fast.
By the time Achilleas initiated them into the final act of love-making, Theodora was already heated to fever point, her black tresses hazardous across her features and shoulders, her cheeks pink, her eyes bright and her body clinging to his.
And as they each found their release, Theodora help the giant of a man close, his head in her shoulder and their gasping chests pressed together in an effort to find more air. Theodora had had many initiations into the different manners of love with Emilios. They had been fast, slow, passionate and chaotic. They had been so infinitely delicate it had left her wanting to scream. But Emilios was a man of passion and instinct, fuelled by his wants and desires. Never had Theodora ever been with a man in a way that left her feeling like a perfectly exhausted instrument, played so effectively that it had sung at his touch.
Drawing closer to Achilleas' skin, Theodora shivered involuntarily as the heat of their passions seemed to defuse a little in the aftermath and the cool of the night tickled across her skin. She was utterly spent and satiated and she could not seem to feel her toes but she thought it best, in that moment, that they finish their night together. For the more tired she became the harder it was to keep thoughts of Emilios at bay. And she could not bear to have the memory of one brother interrupt the most intimate moments with the other. Especially when the man was not to be considered any more. She was marrying Achilleas. The man whom she now made love to. The man whom she chose.
Pressing a soft kiss to Achilleas' shoulder, where he still held her close, Theodora smiled against the slightly salty taste of his skin.
"I think it best I return to the manor..." She said, in a tone that was firm but offered a clear disinclination to part. "If my family are to worry for me, I do not wish to encourage it to the point where they send a search party." She giggled softly, her bare limbs stroking against his. "From such a scene, my dignity could not recover."
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Theodora felt a crack in her heart where guilt managed to wheedle into its beating, the pumping of her pulse sending it around her bloodstream in a horrid moment of nausea as his words told her his misconception. She had said that she was 'not so experienced' as to be able to tell her preferences. This had, to a certain extent, been a lie, for she and Emilios had been active in their love many times. But what she had deliberately avoided saying was that she had been chaste before tonight. For while she could call her words a sort of truth in that she had had no diversity in her lovers, she could not abide a flat-out deceit by stating she was virginal before he.
Yet that was how he had appeared to take her meaning regardless. And the guilt festered because she did not correct him. As his words were no more specific than hers, she could allow herself to ignore them without bringing the subject around to the truth. Whilst in a very technical sense, she was clear of dishonesty... it did not feel as such.
Luckily, Theodora had been taught from a young age how to hide the darker thoughts of her mind in times when they would be dangerous, and her expression stayed calm throughout his interpretation of her assurances and then brightened, warmed and relaxed as he turned his attentions to their loving.
The first time they had been together, it had been a rushed exploration. Heady and wondrous, as they came together. It had nothing to do with skill or technique, or the way in which they had touched one another's bodies. The adrenaline and passion and excitement had come from the fact that they were both attractive people with fit physiques who were brand knew to the paths and lines of one another's physicality.
This time, despite a natural eagerness that anyone would feel in the hopes of repeating the experience, the urgency that would forever be unique to their first time together was missing and they were able to set pace that was more determined on satisfaction than it was completion.
Achilleas was unyielding in the ways he touched and tasted her. Had Theodora held any concerns regarding her ability to surrender to her future husband sexually, with portions of her heart still belonging elsewhere, this moment and this coupling pushed them to the very furthest reaches of her mind. For, in the same way Achilleas had mastered his military career with care, precision and effective application of skill... he seemed determined to conquer the art of love with the same attention to detail and scholarly reverence.
A sensual being in herself, Theodora became both student and master, her experiences learning of her Achilleas' ways but her responses instructing him in others. When she gasped and caught her breath, he worked that same touch. When she sighed in blissful reprieve, he filed such a motion away to use later when her body grew too taut or writhed too much. She breathed soft instructions where she could, where she thought they would not betray her experience: confirming what was wonderful and what was too far, too fast.
By the time Achilleas initiated them into the final act of love-making, Theodora was already heated to fever point, her black tresses hazardous across her features and shoulders, her cheeks pink, her eyes bright and her body clinging to his.
And as they each found their release, Theodora help the giant of a man close, his head in her shoulder and their gasping chests pressed together in an effort to find more air. Theodora had had many initiations into the different manners of love with Emilios. They had been fast, slow, passionate and chaotic. They had been so infinitely delicate it had left her wanting to scream. But Emilios was a man of passion and instinct, fuelled by his wants and desires. Never had Theodora ever been with a man in a way that left her feeling like a perfectly exhausted instrument, played so effectively that it had sung at his touch.
Drawing closer to Achilleas' skin, Theodora shivered involuntarily as the heat of their passions seemed to defuse a little in the aftermath and the cool of the night tickled across her skin. She was utterly spent and satiated and she could not seem to feel her toes but she thought it best, in that moment, that they finish their night together. For the more tired she became the harder it was to keep thoughts of Emilios at bay. And she could not bear to have the memory of one brother interrupt the most intimate moments with the other. Especially when the man was not to be considered any more. She was marrying Achilleas. The man whom she now made love to. The man whom she chose.
Pressing a soft kiss to Achilleas' shoulder, where he still held her close, Theodora smiled against the slightly salty taste of his skin.
"I think it best I return to the manor..." She said, in a tone that was firm but offered a clear disinclination to part. "If my family are to worry for me, I do not wish to encourage it to the point where they send a search party." She giggled softly, her bare limbs stroking against his. "From such a scene, my dignity could not recover."
Theodora felt a crack in her heart where guilt managed to wheedle into its beating, the pumping of her pulse sending it around her bloodstream in a horrid moment of nausea as his words told her his misconception. She had said that she was 'not so experienced' as to be able to tell her preferences. This had, to a certain extent, been a lie, for she and Emilios had been active in their love many times. But what she had deliberately avoided saying was that she had been chaste before tonight. For while she could call her words a sort of truth in that she had had no diversity in her lovers, she could not abide a flat-out deceit by stating she was virginal before he.
Yet that was how he had appeared to take her meaning regardless. And the guilt festered because she did not correct him. As his words were no more specific than hers, she could allow herself to ignore them without bringing the subject around to the truth. Whilst in a very technical sense, she was clear of dishonesty... it did not feel as such.
Luckily, Theodora had been taught from a young age how to hide the darker thoughts of her mind in times when they would be dangerous, and her expression stayed calm throughout his interpretation of her assurances and then brightened, warmed and relaxed as he turned his attentions to their loving.
The first time they had been together, it had been a rushed exploration. Heady and wondrous, as they came together. It had nothing to do with skill or technique, or the way in which they had touched one another's bodies. The adrenaline and passion and excitement had come from the fact that they were both attractive people with fit physiques who were brand knew to the paths and lines of one another's physicality.
This time, despite a natural eagerness that anyone would feel in the hopes of repeating the experience, the urgency that would forever be unique to their first time together was missing and they were able to set pace that was more determined on satisfaction than it was completion.
Achilleas was unyielding in the ways he touched and tasted her. Had Theodora held any concerns regarding her ability to surrender to her future husband sexually, with portions of her heart still belonging elsewhere, this moment and this coupling pushed them to the very furthest reaches of her mind. For, in the same way Achilleas had mastered his military career with care, precision and effective application of skill... he seemed determined to conquer the art of love with the same attention to detail and scholarly reverence.
A sensual being in herself, Theodora became both student and master, her experiences learning of her Achilleas' ways but her responses instructing him in others. When she gasped and caught her breath, he worked that same touch. When she sighed in blissful reprieve, he filed such a motion away to use later when her body grew too taut or writhed too much. She breathed soft instructions where she could, where she thought they would not betray her experience: confirming what was wonderful and what was too far, too fast.
By the time Achilleas initiated them into the final act of love-making, Theodora was already heated to fever point, her black tresses hazardous across her features and shoulders, her cheeks pink, her eyes bright and her body clinging to his.
And as they each found their release, Theodora help the giant of a man close, his head in her shoulder and their gasping chests pressed together in an effort to find more air. Theodora had had many initiations into the different manners of love with Emilios. They had been fast, slow, passionate and chaotic. They had been so infinitely delicate it had left her wanting to scream. But Emilios was a man of passion and instinct, fuelled by his wants and desires. Never had Theodora ever been with a man in a way that left her feeling like a perfectly exhausted instrument, played so effectively that it had sung at his touch.
Drawing closer to Achilleas' skin, Theodora shivered involuntarily as the heat of their passions seemed to defuse a little in the aftermath and the cool of the night tickled across her skin. She was utterly spent and satiated and she could not seem to feel her toes but she thought it best, in that moment, that they finish their night together. For the more tired she became the harder it was to keep thoughts of Emilios at bay. And she could not bear to have the memory of one brother interrupt the most intimate moments with the other. Especially when the man was not to be considered any more. She was marrying Achilleas. The man whom she now made love to. The man whom she chose.
Pressing a soft kiss to Achilleas' shoulder, where he still held her close, Theodora smiled against the slightly salty taste of his skin.
"I think it best I return to the manor..." She said, in a tone that was firm but offered a clear disinclination to part. "If my family are to worry for me, I do not wish to encourage it to the point where they send a search party." She giggled softly, her bare limbs stroking against his. "From such a scene, my dignity could not recover."
He needed a moment, catching his breath against the curve where neck meets shoulder, feeling his heart thudding so he was sure she would feel it too. His thoughts were still coming slow, treacle thick in the sweet afterglow of release when he felt the brush of her lips against his shoulder, heard her speak, but it was enough for him to push himself upwards to look down on her.
She was - if it were possible- even more beautiful like this, kiss-bruised mouth, flushed and bright-eyed. And though his mouth turned downward at the idea of having to relinquish her back to her family, Achilleas made a grumbled sound of assent, rolled off her to let the cool air rush over his own overheated skin. “Right. Yes. Let us not tempt the fates.” He spoke the words to the sky, but then turned his head to smile at her, leaning in to kiss her once more before he resigned himself to the fact that he would have to let her go once more.
He had already stepped away from the mess of the senate for longer than he ought to have: there would be fall out he was sure, following the shock of the accusations thrown at the King. And from his own inaction too, in following the orders given by his father in terms of the vote. None of which were things he wanted to hurry back to, but he could not hide here in the woods with Theodora all night, no matter how much he might want to.
With a quiet sigh, he passed her back the gown she had shed before, reaching for fibula cast aside in their hurry, the glint of gold catching his eye in the dim light. They had used his own chiton as some separation between their skin and the ground they lay upon, and when it came to redressing, there was not much Achilleas could do to make it look presentable. He would just have to hope he could make it back without having to actually see anyone. Glancing toward his betrothed, there was a momentary flicker of worry at returning her home in such a state, but Theodora had managed to put herself back together in a manner that did not scream to onlookers what she had been up to. He could be glad of that.
“I am not sure what the next days will bring” he said, moving to lay a hand upon the neck of Amyntas, as his other unhooked the reins from where they had been knotted around a branch “How much I will be available.” She would need to learn that though, for he was not a man that would be able to drop everything and run to her side whenever she called.
It made him savour the last minutes they had together as he took her home, one arm wrapped snugly around her waist, the other keeping a firm hold on the reins because the stallion knew his way home it appeared. When they halted at the gates of the Old Manor, Achilleas stole a kiss that would be all he had to see him through until whenever they could snatch a moment alone together again. Until such moments would no longer need be stolen, and would be theirs without boundary.
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He needed a moment, catching his breath against the curve where neck meets shoulder, feeling his heart thudding so he was sure she would feel it too. His thoughts were still coming slow, treacle thick in the sweet afterglow of release when he felt the brush of her lips against his shoulder, heard her speak, but it was enough for him to push himself upwards to look down on her.
She was - if it were possible- even more beautiful like this, kiss-bruised mouth, flushed and bright-eyed. And though his mouth turned downward at the idea of having to relinquish her back to her family, Achilleas made a grumbled sound of assent, rolled off her to let the cool air rush over his own overheated skin. “Right. Yes. Let us not tempt the fates.” He spoke the words to the sky, but then turned his head to smile at her, leaning in to kiss her once more before he resigned himself to the fact that he would have to let her go once more.
He had already stepped away from the mess of the senate for longer than he ought to have: there would be fall out he was sure, following the shock of the accusations thrown at the King. And from his own inaction too, in following the orders given by his father in terms of the vote. None of which were things he wanted to hurry back to, but he could not hide here in the woods with Theodora all night, no matter how much he might want to.
With a quiet sigh, he passed her back the gown she had shed before, reaching for fibula cast aside in their hurry, the glint of gold catching his eye in the dim light. They had used his own chiton as some separation between their skin and the ground they lay upon, and when it came to redressing, there was not much Achilleas could do to make it look presentable. He would just have to hope he could make it back without having to actually see anyone. Glancing toward his betrothed, there was a momentary flicker of worry at returning her home in such a state, but Theodora had managed to put herself back together in a manner that did not scream to onlookers what she had been up to. He could be glad of that.
“I am not sure what the next days will bring” he said, moving to lay a hand upon the neck of Amyntas, as his other unhooked the reins from where they had been knotted around a branch “How much I will be available.” She would need to learn that though, for he was not a man that would be able to drop everything and run to her side whenever she called.
It made him savour the last minutes they had together as he took her home, one arm wrapped snugly around her waist, the other keeping a firm hold on the reins because the stallion knew his way home it appeared. When they halted at the gates of the Old Manor, Achilleas stole a kiss that would be all he had to see him through until whenever they could snatch a moment alone together again. Until such moments would no longer need be stolen, and would be theirs without boundary.
He needed a moment, catching his breath against the curve where neck meets shoulder, feeling his heart thudding so he was sure she would feel it too. His thoughts were still coming slow, treacle thick in the sweet afterglow of release when he felt the brush of her lips against his shoulder, heard her speak, but it was enough for him to push himself upwards to look down on her.
She was - if it were possible- even more beautiful like this, kiss-bruised mouth, flushed and bright-eyed. And though his mouth turned downward at the idea of having to relinquish her back to her family, Achilleas made a grumbled sound of assent, rolled off her to let the cool air rush over his own overheated skin. “Right. Yes. Let us not tempt the fates.” He spoke the words to the sky, but then turned his head to smile at her, leaning in to kiss her once more before he resigned himself to the fact that he would have to let her go once more.
He had already stepped away from the mess of the senate for longer than he ought to have: there would be fall out he was sure, following the shock of the accusations thrown at the King. And from his own inaction too, in following the orders given by his father in terms of the vote. None of which were things he wanted to hurry back to, but he could not hide here in the woods with Theodora all night, no matter how much he might want to.
With a quiet sigh, he passed her back the gown she had shed before, reaching for fibula cast aside in their hurry, the glint of gold catching his eye in the dim light. They had used his own chiton as some separation between their skin and the ground they lay upon, and when it came to redressing, there was not much Achilleas could do to make it look presentable. He would just have to hope he could make it back without having to actually see anyone. Glancing toward his betrothed, there was a momentary flicker of worry at returning her home in such a state, but Theodora had managed to put herself back together in a manner that did not scream to onlookers what she had been up to. He could be glad of that.
“I am not sure what the next days will bring” he said, moving to lay a hand upon the neck of Amyntas, as his other unhooked the reins from where they had been knotted around a branch “How much I will be available.” She would need to learn that though, for he was not a man that would be able to drop everything and run to her side whenever she called.
It made him savour the last minutes they had together as he took her home, one arm wrapped snugly around her waist, the other keeping a firm hold on the reins because the stallion knew his way home it appeared. When they halted at the gates of the Old Manor, Achilleas stole a kiss that would be all he had to see him through until whenever they could snatch a moment alone together again. Until such moments would no longer need be stolen, and would be theirs without boundary.