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Vilmar shifted his arm as the small bag on his back adjusted a bit further at his side. He placed one hand on the side padding its contents to make sure all the items were inside. He wore a loose toga and a pair of leather shoes. His oaken hair became a bit lighter with the first glimmers of morning sunlight. Bright blue eyes cast upon Iris as she approached. His eyes lingered as she approached. He could feel his desire for her flow through his body. She was as beautiful as the first time he saw her.
Vilmar wrapped his arms around her when she approached, scooping her up against him. He offered her a smile and a soft kiss. His body leaned in as he savored it for a moment. Then he hesitantly broke away as he held her hand and pulled for her to follow.
"Come on, this way."
They walked down a small makeshift path that began to wind down the cliffs. Vilmar had told Iris very little about the destination, only for her to meet him early in the morning. He wanted this moment to be a surprise. The relationship between them had been rapid, and he hoped to continue to grow it further. He enjoyed the times with family, and he was even beginning to appreciate the more formal affairs of a political nature. This moment though was just for the two of them, secluded away from the world.
At the bottom of the path, a small trail of sand winded it's way further east into a small open-air cavern. Vilmar continued to guide her along towards it, and he made sure the contents in the bag at his side remained unharmed. When they entered Iris and Vilmar could hear the sounds of trickling water. The further they moved towards the music of the water the louder it became, and it began to sound like rushing water. The air grew warmer as they approached a small rock wall. Vilmar smiled at Iris,
"We are here."
They turned, and Iris could see several pools of crystal clear warm water. Steam had begun lifting off the tops of them with the early morning sun. Large trees with emerald colored leaves provided a bit of shade. Waterfalls in the distance poured into the steam pools providing more fresh water. There were no sounds of people, or the city, just the two of them. A moment to share between the two of them.
Vilmar had found the steam pools when he was younger. It was during one of his walks exploring different areas around the city. He had always considered it a special place, and though he had no ownership over it, he liked to think of the springs as his own. A place to escape the worries of life. Often he would spend a whole day just soothing his body in the springs. In some ways, they matched the union between Iris and himself. The forest and water were combining to make something different and new. The thought made him smile.
Several white rock outcroppings provided for temporary seats. Vilmar finally removed the mysterious contents from the bag. It was not much of value in truth. Two loaves of bread, a jar of olive oil, a bottle of wine, two containers of olives, and some fish he had caught from the morning. He set it out on the stone and pulled out two cups to fill with the wine. He began to pour the wine as he smiled at her.
"Hope you like the surprise."
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Vilmar shifted his arm as the small bag on his back adjusted a bit further at his side. He placed one hand on the side padding its contents to make sure all the items were inside. He wore a loose toga and a pair of leather shoes. His oaken hair became a bit lighter with the first glimmers of morning sunlight. Bright blue eyes cast upon Iris as she approached. His eyes lingered as she approached. He could feel his desire for her flow through his body. She was as beautiful as the first time he saw her.
Vilmar wrapped his arms around her when she approached, scooping her up against him. He offered her a smile and a soft kiss. His body leaned in as he savored it for a moment. Then he hesitantly broke away as he held her hand and pulled for her to follow.
"Come on, this way."
They walked down a small makeshift path that began to wind down the cliffs. Vilmar had told Iris very little about the destination, only for her to meet him early in the morning. He wanted this moment to be a surprise. The relationship between them had been rapid, and he hoped to continue to grow it further. He enjoyed the times with family, and he was even beginning to appreciate the more formal affairs of a political nature. This moment though was just for the two of them, secluded away from the world.
At the bottom of the path, a small trail of sand winded it's way further east into a small open-air cavern. Vilmar continued to guide her along towards it, and he made sure the contents in the bag at his side remained unharmed. When they entered Iris and Vilmar could hear the sounds of trickling water. The further they moved towards the music of the water the louder it became, and it began to sound like rushing water. The air grew warmer as they approached a small rock wall. Vilmar smiled at Iris,
"We are here."
They turned, and Iris could see several pools of crystal clear warm water. Steam had begun lifting off the tops of them with the early morning sun. Large trees with emerald colored leaves provided a bit of shade. Waterfalls in the distance poured into the steam pools providing more fresh water. There were no sounds of people, or the city, just the two of them. A moment to share between the two of them.
Vilmar had found the steam pools when he was younger. It was during one of his walks exploring different areas around the city. He had always considered it a special place, and though he had no ownership over it, he liked to think of the springs as his own. A place to escape the worries of life. Often he would spend a whole day just soothing his body in the springs. In some ways, they matched the union between Iris and himself. The forest and water were combining to make something different and new. The thought made him smile.
Several white rock outcroppings provided for temporary seats. Vilmar finally removed the mysterious contents from the bag. It was not much of value in truth. Two loaves of bread, a jar of olive oil, a bottle of wine, two containers of olives, and some fish he had caught from the morning. He set it out on the stone and pulled out two cups to fill with the wine. He began to pour the wine as he smiled at her.
"Hope you like the surprise."
Vilmar shifted his arm as the small bag on his back adjusted a bit further at his side. He placed one hand on the side padding its contents to make sure all the items were inside. He wore a loose toga and a pair of leather shoes. His oaken hair became a bit lighter with the first glimmers of morning sunlight. Bright blue eyes cast upon Iris as she approached. His eyes lingered as she approached. He could feel his desire for her flow through his body. She was as beautiful as the first time he saw her.
Vilmar wrapped his arms around her when she approached, scooping her up against him. He offered her a smile and a soft kiss. His body leaned in as he savored it for a moment. Then he hesitantly broke away as he held her hand and pulled for her to follow.
"Come on, this way."
They walked down a small makeshift path that began to wind down the cliffs. Vilmar had told Iris very little about the destination, only for her to meet him early in the morning. He wanted this moment to be a surprise. The relationship between them had been rapid, and he hoped to continue to grow it further. He enjoyed the times with family, and he was even beginning to appreciate the more formal affairs of a political nature. This moment though was just for the two of them, secluded away from the world.
At the bottom of the path, a small trail of sand winded it's way further east into a small open-air cavern. Vilmar continued to guide her along towards it, and he made sure the contents in the bag at his side remained unharmed. When they entered Iris and Vilmar could hear the sounds of trickling water. The further they moved towards the music of the water the louder it became, and it began to sound like rushing water. The air grew warmer as they approached a small rock wall. Vilmar smiled at Iris,
"We are here."
They turned, and Iris could see several pools of crystal clear warm water. Steam had begun lifting off the tops of them with the early morning sun. Large trees with emerald colored leaves provided a bit of shade. Waterfalls in the distance poured into the steam pools providing more fresh water. There were no sounds of people, or the city, just the two of them. A moment to share between the two of them.
Vilmar had found the steam pools when he was younger. It was during one of his walks exploring different areas around the city. He had always considered it a special place, and though he had no ownership over it, he liked to think of the springs as his own. A place to escape the worries of life. Often he would spend a whole day just soothing his body in the springs. In some ways, they matched the union between Iris and himself. The forest and water were combining to make something different and new. The thought made him smile.
Several white rock outcroppings provided for temporary seats. Vilmar finally removed the mysterious contents from the bag. It was not much of value in truth. Two loaves of bread, a jar of olive oil, a bottle of wine, two containers of olives, and some fish he had caught from the morning. He set it out on the stone and pulled out two cups to fill with the wine. He began to pour the wine as he smiled at her.
"Hope you like the surprise."
To say that their relationship had moved fast was a complete understatement. What had started as morning ventures to the temples to play the game with black and white pieces had quickly turned into something... warm... passionate. Something Iris wasn't ready to let go of. Something she so desperately wanted to explore more.
She wanted more. More of this. More of him. More of the quiet comfort, lingering kisses, and grazing touches that left fire pooling in the pit of her stomach.
When he had asked her to meet him in the morning, she hadn't been able to tell him know. Iris had dressed in a light blue chiton and minimal finery, opting for simple sandals and a simple braid. Sometimes it felt as if all the finery weighed her down. Other times, with Vilmar at her side, it felt as if she needed none of it to be happy.
With his arms wrapped around her, Iris found herself burying her face against his shoulder, breathing in his scent and clenching at the fabric of his toga. The kiss left her just as breathless as the first time, her head spinning with thoughts of everything she would have rather been doing with him instead of exploring the countryside.
A smile settled on her lips, "Mmmm... yes, sir," she hummed in reply, smile wicked, holding tightly onto his hand and following closely beside him. Iris remained aware of every step they took. Every wind in the path as they traveled down the cliff side. Her curiosity was tugging at her thoughts, but she constantly found herself all too distracted by him. Admittedly, she hardly paid much attention to where they were actually going, her gaze constantly focused on him.
Her teeth gnawed on the inside of her cheek.
When Vilmar stated that they had reached their destination, Iris' focus on her partner broke. She cleared her throat to pretend that she hadn't been watching him the entire time, freezing at the sight of the hot springs.
The place was stunning. Fresh water and steam. Trees everywhere. The small waterfalls and stark white rock outcroppings. It took her a moment to realize that she had been holding her breath. Her smile never once faltered as she let go of his hand, approaching the rocks to look down into the water. For a moment, all thoughts of propriety and decency left her. She wanted so badly to laze in the warmth of the pools...
Especially if her companion found the courage to join her.
Turning back to Vilmar, her smile grew wider at the sight of the food and wine he had brought with him.
"This is beautiful, Vilmar," Iris breathed out softly, stepping closer to him. She found herself standing at his shoulder where he sat preparing their food, her fingers trailing slowly through his hair. Green gaze settled on his face, Iris slowly sunk to settle next to him, both hands settling upon his cheeks. She kissed him gently, lingering for just a moment so that she could rest her forehead against his. "I love the surprise..." she said very softly.
"And I have every intention of getting into that water," she chuckled warmly, reluctantly releasing her grip on him and reaching for one of the cups of wine. She brought the cup to her lips, taking a sip and smirking at her partner. "I hope you decide to join me, Vilmar..."
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To say that their relationship had moved fast was a complete understatement. What had started as morning ventures to the temples to play the game with black and white pieces had quickly turned into something... warm... passionate. Something Iris wasn't ready to let go of. Something she so desperately wanted to explore more.
She wanted more. More of this. More of him. More of the quiet comfort, lingering kisses, and grazing touches that left fire pooling in the pit of her stomach.
When he had asked her to meet him in the morning, she hadn't been able to tell him know. Iris had dressed in a light blue chiton and minimal finery, opting for simple sandals and a simple braid. Sometimes it felt as if all the finery weighed her down. Other times, with Vilmar at her side, it felt as if she needed none of it to be happy.
With his arms wrapped around her, Iris found herself burying her face against his shoulder, breathing in his scent and clenching at the fabric of his toga. The kiss left her just as breathless as the first time, her head spinning with thoughts of everything she would have rather been doing with him instead of exploring the countryside.
A smile settled on her lips, "Mmmm... yes, sir," she hummed in reply, smile wicked, holding tightly onto his hand and following closely beside him. Iris remained aware of every step they took. Every wind in the path as they traveled down the cliff side. Her curiosity was tugging at her thoughts, but she constantly found herself all too distracted by him. Admittedly, she hardly paid much attention to where they were actually going, her gaze constantly focused on him.
Her teeth gnawed on the inside of her cheek.
When Vilmar stated that they had reached their destination, Iris' focus on her partner broke. She cleared her throat to pretend that she hadn't been watching him the entire time, freezing at the sight of the hot springs.
The place was stunning. Fresh water and steam. Trees everywhere. The small waterfalls and stark white rock outcroppings. It took her a moment to realize that she had been holding her breath. Her smile never once faltered as she let go of his hand, approaching the rocks to look down into the water. For a moment, all thoughts of propriety and decency left her. She wanted so badly to laze in the warmth of the pools...
Especially if her companion found the courage to join her.
Turning back to Vilmar, her smile grew wider at the sight of the food and wine he had brought with him.
"This is beautiful, Vilmar," Iris breathed out softly, stepping closer to him. She found herself standing at his shoulder where he sat preparing their food, her fingers trailing slowly through his hair. Green gaze settled on his face, Iris slowly sunk to settle next to him, both hands settling upon his cheeks. She kissed him gently, lingering for just a moment so that she could rest her forehead against his. "I love the surprise..." she said very softly.
"And I have every intention of getting into that water," she chuckled warmly, reluctantly releasing her grip on him and reaching for one of the cups of wine. She brought the cup to her lips, taking a sip and smirking at her partner. "I hope you decide to join me, Vilmar..."
To say that their relationship had moved fast was a complete understatement. What had started as morning ventures to the temples to play the game with black and white pieces had quickly turned into something... warm... passionate. Something Iris wasn't ready to let go of. Something she so desperately wanted to explore more.
She wanted more. More of this. More of him. More of the quiet comfort, lingering kisses, and grazing touches that left fire pooling in the pit of her stomach.
When he had asked her to meet him in the morning, she hadn't been able to tell him know. Iris had dressed in a light blue chiton and minimal finery, opting for simple sandals and a simple braid. Sometimes it felt as if all the finery weighed her down. Other times, with Vilmar at her side, it felt as if she needed none of it to be happy.
With his arms wrapped around her, Iris found herself burying her face against his shoulder, breathing in his scent and clenching at the fabric of his toga. The kiss left her just as breathless as the first time, her head spinning with thoughts of everything she would have rather been doing with him instead of exploring the countryside.
A smile settled on her lips, "Mmmm... yes, sir," she hummed in reply, smile wicked, holding tightly onto his hand and following closely beside him. Iris remained aware of every step they took. Every wind in the path as they traveled down the cliff side. Her curiosity was tugging at her thoughts, but she constantly found herself all too distracted by him. Admittedly, she hardly paid much attention to where they were actually going, her gaze constantly focused on him.
Her teeth gnawed on the inside of her cheek.
When Vilmar stated that they had reached their destination, Iris' focus on her partner broke. She cleared her throat to pretend that she hadn't been watching him the entire time, freezing at the sight of the hot springs.
The place was stunning. Fresh water and steam. Trees everywhere. The small waterfalls and stark white rock outcroppings. It took her a moment to realize that she had been holding her breath. Her smile never once faltered as she let go of his hand, approaching the rocks to look down into the water. For a moment, all thoughts of propriety and decency left her. She wanted so badly to laze in the warmth of the pools...
Especially if her companion found the courage to join her.
Turning back to Vilmar, her smile grew wider at the sight of the food and wine he had brought with him.
"This is beautiful, Vilmar," Iris breathed out softly, stepping closer to him. She found herself standing at his shoulder where he sat preparing their food, her fingers trailing slowly through his hair. Green gaze settled on his face, Iris slowly sunk to settle next to him, both hands settling upon his cheeks. She kissed him gently, lingering for just a moment so that she could rest her forehead against his. "I love the surprise..." she said very softly.
"And I have every intention of getting into that water," she chuckled warmly, reluctantly releasing her grip on him and reaching for one of the cups of wine. She brought the cup to her lips, taking a sip and smirking at her partner. "I hope you decide to join me, Vilmar..."
Vilmar had never been eloquent when it came to describing his emotions or feelings. It was more than a lack of literature and reading in his youth, and it was a strange subject. While his family and Vilmar had always been close, they never talked much about feelings or thoughts related to such. In his brief experiences with women in the past, he had never had any reason to try and define it. Iris was different, and the way he felt about her was different. Each morning when he woke she was the first thought that sprung to his mind. He wanted to hear her voice, see her smile, and hold her close. It was an addicting sensation.
Iris looked stunning to him as she always did. Her attire always seemed to accentuate the features that he found so attractive about her. The light blue color played upon her skin in a way that drew the attention of his eyes. He was pleased to see that she seemed relaxed in her attire. More than anything else he wanted her to feel comfortable by his side.
There was a slight pause in her speaking, and he was pleased to see she seemed to enjoy the sight as much as he did. He returned her smile.
"I am glad you find it enjoyable. I enjoy coming here to relax."
The kiss was soft and warm on his lips. He felt himself lifting up just slightly into the embrace. He took a deep breath of the sensation as Iris rested her forehead against his own. Vilmar took a sip of his wine and returned her smile. He enjoyed the way Iris approached life without fear. Her bold nature he found refreshing.
"And I have every intention of joining you."
He took a sip of wine as well. He loosened the ties of his Toga. It fell to the ground as the steam drifted around them. The sunlight gave a full view of Vilmar's physique. Lines of steam tracing over the curvature of his toned muscles. He placed a foot into the warm waters, and let it reach just above his ankles. When his skin was accustomed to the pool, he gave a small hop from the ledge and plunged into the crystal clear waters. His shoulders fell lower as he let out a relaxed sigh. He leaned against one of the edges of the pools. His arms propped up on the stone as he leaned back. Vilmar smiled and quietly looked out on the water.
"It feels quite refreshing."
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Vilmar had never been eloquent when it came to describing his emotions or feelings. It was more than a lack of literature and reading in his youth, and it was a strange subject. While his family and Vilmar had always been close, they never talked much about feelings or thoughts related to such. In his brief experiences with women in the past, he had never had any reason to try and define it. Iris was different, and the way he felt about her was different. Each morning when he woke she was the first thought that sprung to his mind. He wanted to hear her voice, see her smile, and hold her close. It was an addicting sensation.
Iris looked stunning to him as she always did. Her attire always seemed to accentuate the features that he found so attractive about her. The light blue color played upon her skin in a way that drew the attention of his eyes. He was pleased to see that she seemed relaxed in her attire. More than anything else he wanted her to feel comfortable by his side.
There was a slight pause in her speaking, and he was pleased to see she seemed to enjoy the sight as much as he did. He returned her smile.
"I am glad you find it enjoyable. I enjoy coming here to relax."
The kiss was soft and warm on his lips. He felt himself lifting up just slightly into the embrace. He took a deep breath of the sensation as Iris rested her forehead against his own. Vilmar took a sip of his wine and returned her smile. He enjoyed the way Iris approached life without fear. Her bold nature he found refreshing.
"And I have every intention of joining you."
He took a sip of wine as well. He loosened the ties of his Toga. It fell to the ground as the steam drifted around them. The sunlight gave a full view of Vilmar's physique. Lines of steam tracing over the curvature of his toned muscles. He placed a foot into the warm waters, and let it reach just above his ankles. When his skin was accustomed to the pool, he gave a small hop from the ledge and plunged into the crystal clear waters. His shoulders fell lower as he let out a relaxed sigh. He leaned against one of the edges of the pools. His arms propped up on the stone as he leaned back. Vilmar smiled and quietly looked out on the water.
"It feels quite refreshing."
Vilmar had never been eloquent when it came to describing his emotions or feelings. It was more than a lack of literature and reading in his youth, and it was a strange subject. While his family and Vilmar had always been close, they never talked much about feelings or thoughts related to such. In his brief experiences with women in the past, he had never had any reason to try and define it. Iris was different, and the way he felt about her was different. Each morning when he woke she was the first thought that sprung to his mind. He wanted to hear her voice, see her smile, and hold her close. It was an addicting sensation.
Iris looked stunning to him as she always did. Her attire always seemed to accentuate the features that he found so attractive about her. The light blue color played upon her skin in a way that drew the attention of his eyes. He was pleased to see that she seemed relaxed in her attire. More than anything else he wanted her to feel comfortable by his side.
There was a slight pause in her speaking, and he was pleased to see she seemed to enjoy the sight as much as he did. He returned her smile.
"I am glad you find it enjoyable. I enjoy coming here to relax."
The kiss was soft and warm on his lips. He felt himself lifting up just slightly into the embrace. He took a deep breath of the sensation as Iris rested her forehead against his own. Vilmar took a sip of his wine and returned her smile. He enjoyed the way Iris approached life without fear. Her bold nature he found refreshing.
"And I have every intention of joining you."
He took a sip of wine as well. He loosened the ties of his Toga. It fell to the ground as the steam drifted around them. The sunlight gave a full view of Vilmar's physique. Lines of steam tracing over the curvature of his toned muscles. He placed a foot into the warm waters, and let it reach just above his ankles. When his skin was accustomed to the pool, he gave a small hop from the ledge and plunged into the crystal clear waters. His shoulders fell lower as he let out a relaxed sigh. He leaned against one of the edges of the pools. His arms propped up on the stone as he leaned back. Vilmar smiled and quietly looked out on the water.
"It feels quite refreshing."
That was exactly what she was hoping to hear. That he would join her. Iris couldn't deny the thrill of excitement that trailed her spine in that moment. Finishing her cup of wine, Iris paused the moment that Vilmar loosened the strings of his toga.
Even that pompous ass of a Baron didn't compare to this. To the curves and lines of Vilmar's flesh. To the tanned skin, the muscles, that desirable curvature of his backside. Don't even get her started on the ripple of his muscles as he moved.
The lady found herself staring for far longer than may have been appropriate in any other situation but this. She was allowed to look. She was even quite sure that she was allowed to touch, and if she weren't, she was quite sure that this entire night would be absolute torture.
Iris was a lady, but she was also a lady with needs. Desires that she was sure only Vilmar could truly sate. Knocking back the rest of her cup of wine, she momentarily debated over what her own name was, the mixture of alcohol and warmth turning her thoughts into a muggy, muddled mess.
Reaching up slowly, Iris slowly undid the clasps of her chiton. She was slower to discard her clothing, feeling momentary anxious about undressing in front of him. A single look back in his direction. In the direction of the water. All thoughts of anxiousness floated away. Blue fabric pooled around Iris' ankles, the silken fabric trailing her skin slowly before it touched ground. Iris stepped over the fabric, padding confidently toward the edge of the pool.
She seemed to follow the same lead he had given, dipping her foot into the water to grow accustomed to the heat. When she was content with how it felt, she slipped her entire body into the water, even going so far as to dunk her head under in order to wet her hair. Coming back up to the surface, she ran her fingers back through her hair to push the wet locks out of her face.
A sweet sigh escaped her lips when she could see, warmed by the quiet waves of the hot spring. Biting her lip just slightly, Iris gave him an appreciative look up and down, not hiding the desire that seemed to curl in her abdomen. Instead of acting on instinct, she slipped toward him, settling beside him and leaning against the same wall as he. Absently, she reached up to trail her fingers through his hair and along the back of his neck, keeping her eyes on the water before her instead of on him.
"It is refreshing... and absolutely stunning," Iris said gently, turning her head to press her lips against his shoulder. She let herself linger there. "Thank you for bringing me here..." she said a little softer now. As if speaking any louder than a whisper would disturb the entire hot spring. "How did you find this place?" she questioned after a few moments.
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That was exactly what she was hoping to hear. That he would join her. Iris couldn't deny the thrill of excitement that trailed her spine in that moment. Finishing her cup of wine, Iris paused the moment that Vilmar loosened the strings of his toga.
Even that pompous ass of a Baron didn't compare to this. To the curves and lines of Vilmar's flesh. To the tanned skin, the muscles, that desirable curvature of his backside. Don't even get her started on the ripple of his muscles as he moved.
The lady found herself staring for far longer than may have been appropriate in any other situation but this. She was allowed to look. She was even quite sure that she was allowed to touch, and if she weren't, she was quite sure that this entire night would be absolute torture.
Iris was a lady, but she was also a lady with needs. Desires that she was sure only Vilmar could truly sate. Knocking back the rest of her cup of wine, she momentarily debated over what her own name was, the mixture of alcohol and warmth turning her thoughts into a muggy, muddled mess.
Reaching up slowly, Iris slowly undid the clasps of her chiton. She was slower to discard her clothing, feeling momentary anxious about undressing in front of him. A single look back in his direction. In the direction of the water. All thoughts of anxiousness floated away. Blue fabric pooled around Iris' ankles, the silken fabric trailing her skin slowly before it touched ground. Iris stepped over the fabric, padding confidently toward the edge of the pool.
She seemed to follow the same lead he had given, dipping her foot into the water to grow accustomed to the heat. When she was content with how it felt, she slipped her entire body into the water, even going so far as to dunk her head under in order to wet her hair. Coming back up to the surface, she ran her fingers back through her hair to push the wet locks out of her face.
A sweet sigh escaped her lips when she could see, warmed by the quiet waves of the hot spring. Biting her lip just slightly, Iris gave him an appreciative look up and down, not hiding the desire that seemed to curl in her abdomen. Instead of acting on instinct, she slipped toward him, settling beside him and leaning against the same wall as he. Absently, she reached up to trail her fingers through his hair and along the back of his neck, keeping her eyes on the water before her instead of on him.
"It is refreshing... and absolutely stunning," Iris said gently, turning her head to press her lips against his shoulder. She let herself linger there. "Thank you for bringing me here..." she said a little softer now. As if speaking any louder than a whisper would disturb the entire hot spring. "How did you find this place?" she questioned after a few moments.
That was exactly what she was hoping to hear. That he would join her. Iris couldn't deny the thrill of excitement that trailed her spine in that moment. Finishing her cup of wine, Iris paused the moment that Vilmar loosened the strings of his toga.
Even that pompous ass of a Baron didn't compare to this. To the curves and lines of Vilmar's flesh. To the tanned skin, the muscles, that desirable curvature of his backside. Don't even get her started on the ripple of his muscles as he moved.
The lady found herself staring for far longer than may have been appropriate in any other situation but this. She was allowed to look. She was even quite sure that she was allowed to touch, and if she weren't, she was quite sure that this entire night would be absolute torture.
Iris was a lady, but she was also a lady with needs. Desires that she was sure only Vilmar could truly sate. Knocking back the rest of her cup of wine, she momentarily debated over what her own name was, the mixture of alcohol and warmth turning her thoughts into a muggy, muddled mess.
Reaching up slowly, Iris slowly undid the clasps of her chiton. She was slower to discard her clothing, feeling momentary anxious about undressing in front of him. A single look back in his direction. In the direction of the water. All thoughts of anxiousness floated away. Blue fabric pooled around Iris' ankles, the silken fabric trailing her skin slowly before it touched ground. Iris stepped over the fabric, padding confidently toward the edge of the pool.
She seemed to follow the same lead he had given, dipping her foot into the water to grow accustomed to the heat. When she was content with how it felt, she slipped her entire body into the water, even going so far as to dunk her head under in order to wet her hair. Coming back up to the surface, she ran her fingers back through her hair to push the wet locks out of her face.
A sweet sigh escaped her lips when she could see, warmed by the quiet waves of the hot spring. Biting her lip just slightly, Iris gave him an appreciative look up and down, not hiding the desire that seemed to curl in her abdomen. Instead of acting on instinct, she slipped toward him, settling beside him and leaning against the same wall as he. Absently, she reached up to trail her fingers through his hair and along the back of his neck, keeping her eyes on the water before her instead of on him.
"It is refreshing... and absolutely stunning," Iris said gently, turning her head to press her lips against his shoulder. She let herself linger there. "Thank you for bringing me here..." she said a little softer now. As if speaking any louder than a whisper would disturb the entire hot spring. "How did you find this place?" she questioned after a few moments.
Vilmar's memories were often of Iris when he chose to dream. Flashes of desire swirled in the lustful passions of youth. He did not attempt to deny that he wanted her as his guise wandered over her form when she entered the hot waters. Lips parted slightly as his breath quickened as she grew closer to him. He could feel his chest rise above the water in an anticipated inspiration. She was a beautiful woman and Vilmar longed to be with her and to hold her.
Trails of steam wandered over the edge of the waters. The fog went in and out with the gentle movement of the waters. Vilmar's muscles relaxed in the warm waters as his mind relaxed with the sensation of the wine. The walls he often built up lowered to allow Iris inside. She was one of the only people he trusted outside of his own family. He wanted this moment to be shared between them, a private moment to remember forever.
He had imagined moments like this before when he had first seen her at the temple. He had dreamed of his hands roaming her skin. Bodies pressed against one another in bliss and pleasure. Her lips softly whispering his name into his ear. Endless waves of ecstasy that led deep into the night. Vilmar found it challenging to keep his hands at his side as she approached him and slid her warm body against his own.
Vilmar wrapped one strong arm around her as he pulled her a bit closer against him. The moment seemed perfect with her by his side. Ever since they had first met, he felt a connection to her. He thought they were destined to be together, as odd as the notion might seem. Perhaps the fates had guided them to one another, or the gods, maybe they were just meant for one another. Vilmar only knew he had to be with her; the moments apart from Iris were agony. They were still learning of one another, and sharing time together, but he could feel his desire for her everytime they were together.
He smiled when she described that she liked the location. Vilmar wanted to make her happy. It made his heart lift when she spoke her excitement of the surroundings. Her lips on his shoulder caused the warm sensation to run through his body. He listened softly to her voice, and it soothed him. Vilmar had never met anyone like Iris in his life before and knew he never would. She was one of a kind. He smiled gently at her.
"I am glad you like the place."
Vilmar began to reminisce as she asked him how he had found his quiet escape from the world. In his youth, the world had seemed a simpler place. There were hard days of work, and often his body ached from hauling in boats full of fish. His mind and his actions were free in those years. There was less consequence for his decisions, and less was expected of him. There were only stories to chase. Stories the fishermen used to share with one another and with families. It was one such story that had brought him here. Vilmar let his mind wander back to those times as he spoke quietly.
"As a boy, I used to hear stories, one spoke of nymphs. Beautiful divine creatures who hide away in nature. My father said they hide in caves along the sea. So I explored, and I found this place."
He felt slight hesitation at the retelling of the foolish pursuits of youth. He trusted Iris though, and there was a connection between them.
"When I was a bit older, I found the waters would relax my muscles after a long day. The shield gets heavy after a full day."
Vilmar's eyes watched the waters with a content sigh.
"I never thought I would bring anyone here, but I never expected to meet someone like you Iris. "
He took a drink of his wine as he eased into the waters.
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Vilmar's memories were often of Iris when he chose to dream. Flashes of desire swirled in the lustful passions of youth. He did not attempt to deny that he wanted her as his guise wandered over her form when she entered the hot waters. Lips parted slightly as his breath quickened as she grew closer to him. He could feel his chest rise above the water in an anticipated inspiration. She was a beautiful woman and Vilmar longed to be with her and to hold her.
Trails of steam wandered over the edge of the waters. The fog went in and out with the gentle movement of the waters. Vilmar's muscles relaxed in the warm waters as his mind relaxed with the sensation of the wine. The walls he often built up lowered to allow Iris inside. She was one of the only people he trusted outside of his own family. He wanted this moment to be shared between them, a private moment to remember forever.
He had imagined moments like this before when he had first seen her at the temple. He had dreamed of his hands roaming her skin. Bodies pressed against one another in bliss and pleasure. Her lips softly whispering his name into his ear. Endless waves of ecstasy that led deep into the night. Vilmar found it challenging to keep his hands at his side as she approached him and slid her warm body against his own.
Vilmar wrapped one strong arm around her as he pulled her a bit closer against him. The moment seemed perfect with her by his side. Ever since they had first met, he felt a connection to her. He thought they were destined to be together, as odd as the notion might seem. Perhaps the fates had guided them to one another, or the gods, maybe they were just meant for one another. Vilmar only knew he had to be with her; the moments apart from Iris were agony. They were still learning of one another, and sharing time together, but he could feel his desire for her everytime they were together.
He smiled when she described that she liked the location. Vilmar wanted to make her happy. It made his heart lift when she spoke her excitement of the surroundings. Her lips on his shoulder caused the warm sensation to run through his body. He listened softly to her voice, and it soothed him. Vilmar had never met anyone like Iris in his life before and knew he never would. She was one of a kind. He smiled gently at her.
"I am glad you like the place."
Vilmar began to reminisce as she asked him how he had found his quiet escape from the world. In his youth, the world had seemed a simpler place. There were hard days of work, and often his body ached from hauling in boats full of fish. His mind and his actions were free in those years. There was less consequence for his decisions, and less was expected of him. There were only stories to chase. Stories the fishermen used to share with one another and with families. It was one such story that had brought him here. Vilmar let his mind wander back to those times as he spoke quietly.
"As a boy, I used to hear stories, one spoke of nymphs. Beautiful divine creatures who hide away in nature. My father said they hide in caves along the sea. So I explored, and I found this place."
He felt slight hesitation at the retelling of the foolish pursuits of youth. He trusted Iris though, and there was a connection between them.
"When I was a bit older, I found the waters would relax my muscles after a long day. The shield gets heavy after a full day."
Vilmar's eyes watched the waters with a content sigh.
"I never thought I would bring anyone here, but I never expected to meet someone like you Iris. "
He took a drink of his wine as he eased into the waters.
Vilmar's memories were often of Iris when he chose to dream. Flashes of desire swirled in the lustful passions of youth. He did not attempt to deny that he wanted her as his guise wandered over her form when she entered the hot waters. Lips parted slightly as his breath quickened as she grew closer to him. He could feel his chest rise above the water in an anticipated inspiration. She was a beautiful woman and Vilmar longed to be with her and to hold her.
Trails of steam wandered over the edge of the waters. The fog went in and out with the gentle movement of the waters. Vilmar's muscles relaxed in the warm waters as his mind relaxed with the sensation of the wine. The walls he often built up lowered to allow Iris inside. She was one of the only people he trusted outside of his own family. He wanted this moment to be shared between them, a private moment to remember forever.
He had imagined moments like this before when he had first seen her at the temple. He had dreamed of his hands roaming her skin. Bodies pressed against one another in bliss and pleasure. Her lips softly whispering his name into his ear. Endless waves of ecstasy that led deep into the night. Vilmar found it challenging to keep his hands at his side as she approached him and slid her warm body against his own.
Vilmar wrapped one strong arm around her as he pulled her a bit closer against him. The moment seemed perfect with her by his side. Ever since they had first met, he felt a connection to her. He thought they were destined to be together, as odd as the notion might seem. Perhaps the fates had guided them to one another, or the gods, maybe they were just meant for one another. Vilmar only knew he had to be with her; the moments apart from Iris were agony. They were still learning of one another, and sharing time together, but he could feel his desire for her everytime they were together.
He smiled when she described that she liked the location. Vilmar wanted to make her happy. It made his heart lift when she spoke her excitement of the surroundings. Her lips on his shoulder caused the warm sensation to run through his body. He listened softly to her voice, and it soothed him. Vilmar had never met anyone like Iris in his life before and knew he never would. She was one of a kind. He smiled gently at her.
"I am glad you like the place."
Vilmar began to reminisce as she asked him how he had found his quiet escape from the world. In his youth, the world had seemed a simpler place. There were hard days of work, and often his body ached from hauling in boats full of fish. His mind and his actions were free in those years. There was less consequence for his decisions, and less was expected of him. There were only stories to chase. Stories the fishermen used to share with one another and with families. It was one such story that had brought him here. Vilmar let his mind wander back to those times as he spoke quietly.
"As a boy, I used to hear stories, one spoke of nymphs. Beautiful divine creatures who hide away in nature. My father said they hide in caves along the sea. So I explored, and I found this place."
He felt slight hesitation at the retelling of the foolish pursuits of youth. He trusted Iris though, and there was a connection between them.
"When I was a bit older, I found the waters would relax my muscles after a long day. The shield gets heavy after a full day."
Vilmar's eyes watched the waters with a content sigh.
"I never thought I would bring anyone here, but I never expected to meet someone like you Iris. "
He took a drink of his wine as he eased into the waters.
The arm that wound around her was welcome. The feel of his skin against hers was... far too alluring for her own good. There had been multiple nights in the passing weeks in which she had woken, warm to the core, from dreams that the mere memory of this man had instilled in her sleeping hours. Dreams of skin against skin, sharp breathing against her neck, and hands in her hair. It hadn't been more than a year since Iris had had a man...
But she hadn't wanted any man more than she wanted the one who pulled her closer to his side.
Iris had never wanted any men at all. Not even the ones at court. Her exploits had been to cure a simple itch where hands had become boring. This was different. Vilmar was different. She didn't feel as if she wanted to pull away when his fingers trailed her skin.
It was a miracle the woman could focus on the answer to her own question. How he'd found this secret little place for them to bathe together. Away from the city. Away from prying eyes and whispering voices. The soldier and the noble lady. Iris could only imagine what sort of drama the courtiers could stir up if they had caught any scent of scandal. They had proved themselves already in implying that she and the Lord Marikas had slept together.
An utter lie.
And one that made her feel almost sick with shame, regardless of the fact that she had never laid with him at all.
Humming under her breath, Iris listened to his story, a smile settled on her features. "You know..." she murmured softly, "I would have done the same if I had been you. My father has told me countless stories like those... and they have only ever made me want to run into the wilds to seek out their truths," Iris murmured, her gaze watching as he seemed to pull away from the edge of the pools with his wine, sinking deeper into the water.
Smiling a little to herself, Iris reached back for her own cup, taking it into her hand. She downed it quickly and then followed Vilmar slowly. Sipping at the sweet liquid, she bit her lip. As a general rule, Iris didn't drink much. Her choices were either the numerous juices or the fresh water that she was wealthy enough to have provided for her. The pull of drink was always more firm and absolute in thses moments.
Her mind already felt hazy, her thoughts already beginning to wander once more. Slipping closer to him, Iris felt bold in that moment, finding her fingers trailing slowly up his spine. She silently observed the droplets of water that trailed down his back.
Vilmar's words were enough to send her mind spinning once more, finding it difficult to keep her breath steady. Glancing away, she let green eyes stare down into the water, intent on not drawing too much attention to herself.
"And what about me made you change your mind?" her voice was soft.
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The arm that wound around her was welcome. The feel of his skin against hers was... far too alluring for her own good. There had been multiple nights in the passing weeks in which she had woken, warm to the core, from dreams that the mere memory of this man had instilled in her sleeping hours. Dreams of skin against skin, sharp breathing against her neck, and hands in her hair. It hadn't been more than a year since Iris had had a man...
But she hadn't wanted any man more than she wanted the one who pulled her closer to his side.
Iris had never wanted any men at all. Not even the ones at court. Her exploits had been to cure a simple itch where hands had become boring. This was different. Vilmar was different. She didn't feel as if she wanted to pull away when his fingers trailed her skin.
It was a miracle the woman could focus on the answer to her own question. How he'd found this secret little place for them to bathe together. Away from the city. Away from prying eyes and whispering voices. The soldier and the noble lady. Iris could only imagine what sort of drama the courtiers could stir up if they had caught any scent of scandal. They had proved themselves already in implying that she and the Lord Marikas had slept together.
An utter lie.
And one that made her feel almost sick with shame, regardless of the fact that she had never laid with him at all.
Humming under her breath, Iris listened to his story, a smile settled on her features. "You know..." she murmured softly, "I would have done the same if I had been you. My father has told me countless stories like those... and they have only ever made me want to run into the wilds to seek out their truths," Iris murmured, her gaze watching as he seemed to pull away from the edge of the pools with his wine, sinking deeper into the water.
Smiling a little to herself, Iris reached back for her own cup, taking it into her hand. She downed it quickly and then followed Vilmar slowly. Sipping at the sweet liquid, she bit her lip. As a general rule, Iris didn't drink much. Her choices were either the numerous juices or the fresh water that she was wealthy enough to have provided for her. The pull of drink was always more firm and absolute in thses moments.
Her mind already felt hazy, her thoughts already beginning to wander once more. Slipping closer to him, Iris felt bold in that moment, finding her fingers trailing slowly up his spine. She silently observed the droplets of water that trailed down his back.
Vilmar's words were enough to send her mind spinning once more, finding it difficult to keep her breath steady. Glancing away, she let green eyes stare down into the water, intent on not drawing too much attention to herself.
"And what about me made you change your mind?" her voice was soft.
The arm that wound around her was welcome. The feel of his skin against hers was... far too alluring for her own good. There had been multiple nights in the passing weeks in which she had woken, warm to the core, from dreams that the mere memory of this man had instilled in her sleeping hours. Dreams of skin against skin, sharp breathing against her neck, and hands in her hair. It hadn't been more than a year since Iris had had a man...
But she hadn't wanted any man more than she wanted the one who pulled her closer to his side.
Iris had never wanted any men at all. Not even the ones at court. Her exploits had been to cure a simple itch where hands had become boring. This was different. Vilmar was different. She didn't feel as if she wanted to pull away when his fingers trailed her skin.
It was a miracle the woman could focus on the answer to her own question. How he'd found this secret little place for them to bathe together. Away from the city. Away from prying eyes and whispering voices. The soldier and the noble lady. Iris could only imagine what sort of drama the courtiers could stir up if they had caught any scent of scandal. They had proved themselves already in implying that she and the Lord Marikas had slept together.
An utter lie.
And one that made her feel almost sick with shame, regardless of the fact that she had never laid with him at all.
Humming under her breath, Iris listened to his story, a smile settled on her features. "You know..." she murmured softly, "I would have done the same if I had been you. My father has told me countless stories like those... and they have only ever made me want to run into the wilds to seek out their truths," Iris murmured, her gaze watching as he seemed to pull away from the edge of the pools with his wine, sinking deeper into the water.
Smiling a little to herself, Iris reached back for her own cup, taking it into her hand. She downed it quickly and then followed Vilmar slowly. Sipping at the sweet liquid, she bit her lip. As a general rule, Iris didn't drink much. Her choices were either the numerous juices or the fresh water that she was wealthy enough to have provided for her. The pull of drink was always more firm and absolute in thses moments.
Her mind already felt hazy, her thoughts already beginning to wander once more. Slipping closer to him, Iris felt bold in that moment, finding her fingers trailing slowly up his spine. She silently observed the droplets of water that trailed down his back.
Vilmar's words were enough to send her mind spinning once more, finding it difficult to keep her breath steady. Glancing away, she let green eyes stare down into the water, intent on not drawing too much attention to herself.
"And what about me made you change your mind?" her voice was soft.
The water rippled against warm bodies as muscles and minds relaxed from steam and wine. Vilmar felt almost in a haze as he let his body rest entirely. He was so often on his guard or looking for a threat he rarely had these moments of happiness. He had forgotten how good it felt just to let the world pass by and focus on other desires and wants. The flickers of lust that burned behind his eyes hinted that his body considered different wants as it watched Iris's reflection in the water. It felt welcoming to have her near him, and it felt as it should.
He felt Iris was unique from the few nobles he had met in his time at the palace. She did not seem to be presenting an agenda or trying to use him to some end. Vilmar felt that she genuinely wanted to be here, with him, at this moment. He knew there were certain risks to being with a noblewoman, and there might be consequences. He had heard tales of great love and desire, but until this moment he had never known the meaning. Each time she spoke, he could feel his heart lift and his worries fade. He found himself fascinated by her presence.
Vilmar was not wholly blind when it came to matters of suitors. He knew that men would pursue a woman like Iris. She was beautiful, passionate, and intelligent. Perhaps a bit bolder at times than most, but that made Vilmar admire her all the more. Who she had been within the past romantically did not concern him. Vilmar cared only that she was here with him now, at this moment. He did not know what the next dawn would bring, but he would fight to see it if he could see her one more time.
He nodded as she spoke of her tales. The forests that had secluded her away in her younger years. Vilmar had only ever had the sea, and being on a ship with family was not very secluded. It led him to wander the coasts when he could, to seek out the small inlets, caves, and tide pools near the city. He had always wanted more out of life, always sought to find the next place. Now all this time later he still had more he wanted to see, and more he wanted to do. He wanted to share it with Iris, all of it.
Being the son of a fisherman and a soldier Vilmar had shared more than one night learning the harsh lessons of too much drink. He enjoyed it and consumed it in leisure, but he kept the heavy drinking for special occasions. Luckily those dark losses were in the past, and he could focus on a new hopeful beginning. He could focus on living again, and he hoped Iris would be part of that life.
When she looked into the waters, she would notice that Vilmar made no concealment of his arousal at her presence. His legs slightly spread apart to provide her with a full view. There were things Vilmar was uncomfortable with, but he felt at ease with Iris. He wanted her to know he wanted her. While she pursued his body his own eyes silhouetted along her curves slowly. His voice drifted just above the steam around them.
"Something about the first time we met. I feel drawn to you, Iris. I am not the most devout of men, but I believe in fate."
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The water rippled against warm bodies as muscles and minds relaxed from steam and wine. Vilmar felt almost in a haze as he let his body rest entirely. He was so often on his guard or looking for a threat he rarely had these moments of happiness. He had forgotten how good it felt just to let the world pass by and focus on other desires and wants. The flickers of lust that burned behind his eyes hinted that his body considered different wants as it watched Iris's reflection in the water. It felt welcoming to have her near him, and it felt as it should.
He felt Iris was unique from the few nobles he had met in his time at the palace. She did not seem to be presenting an agenda or trying to use him to some end. Vilmar felt that she genuinely wanted to be here, with him, at this moment. He knew there were certain risks to being with a noblewoman, and there might be consequences. He had heard tales of great love and desire, but until this moment he had never known the meaning. Each time she spoke, he could feel his heart lift and his worries fade. He found himself fascinated by her presence.
Vilmar was not wholly blind when it came to matters of suitors. He knew that men would pursue a woman like Iris. She was beautiful, passionate, and intelligent. Perhaps a bit bolder at times than most, but that made Vilmar admire her all the more. Who she had been within the past romantically did not concern him. Vilmar cared only that she was here with him now, at this moment. He did not know what the next dawn would bring, but he would fight to see it if he could see her one more time.
He nodded as she spoke of her tales. The forests that had secluded her away in her younger years. Vilmar had only ever had the sea, and being on a ship with family was not very secluded. It led him to wander the coasts when he could, to seek out the small inlets, caves, and tide pools near the city. He had always wanted more out of life, always sought to find the next place. Now all this time later he still had more he wanted to see, and more he wanted to do. He wanted to share it with Iris, all of it.
Being the son of a fisherman and a soldier Vilmar had shared more than one night learning the harsh lessons of too much drink. He enjoyed it and consumed it in leisure, but he kept the heavy drinking for special occasions. Luckily those dark losses were in the past, and he could focus on a new hopeful beginning. He could focus on living again, and he hoped Iris would be part of that life.
When she looked into the waters, she would notice that Vilmar made no concealment of his arousal at her presence. His legs slightly spread apart to provide her with a full view. There were things Vilmar was uncomfortable with, but he felt at ease with Iris. He wanted her to know he wanted her. While she pursued his body his own eyes silhouetted along her curves slowly. His voice drifted just above the steam around them.
"Something about the first time we met. I feel drawn to you, Iris. I am not the most devout of men, but I believe in fate."
The water rippled against warm bodies as muscles and minds relaxed from steam and wine. Vilmar felt almost in a haze as he let his body rest entirely. He was so often on his guard or looking for a threat he rarely had these moments of happiness. He had forgotten how good it felt just to let the world pass by and focus on other desires and wants. The flickers of lust that burned behind his eyes hinted that his body considered different wants as it watched Iris's reflection in the water. It felt welcoming to have her near him, and it felt as it should.
He felt Iris was unique from the few nobles he had met in his time at the palace. She did not seem to be presenting an agenda or trying to use him to some end. Vilmar felt that she genuinely wanted to be here, with him, at this moment. He knew there were certain risks to being with a noblewoman, and there might be consequences. He had heard tales of great love and desire, but until this moment he had never known the meaning. Each time she spoke, he could feel his heart lift and his worries fade. He found himself fascinated by her presence.
Vilmar was not wholly blind when it came to matters of suitors. He knew that men would pursue a woman like Iris. She was beautiful, passionate, and intelligent. Perhaps a bit bolder at times than most, but that made Vilmar admire her all the more. Who she had been within the past romantically did not concern him. Vilmar cared only that she was here with him now, at this moment. He did not know what the next dawn would bring, but he would fight to see it if he could see her one more time.
He nodded as she spoke of her tales. The forests that had secluded her away in her younger years. Vilmar had only ever had the sea, and being on a ship with family was not very secluded. It led him to wander the coasts when he could, to seek out the small inlets, caves, and tide pools near the city. He had always wanted more out of life, always sought to find the next place. Now all this time later he still had more he wanted to see, and more he wanted to do. He wanted to share it with Iris, all of it.
Being the son of a fisherman and a soldier Vilmar had shared more than one night learning the harsh lessons of too much drink. He enjoyed it and consumed it in leisure, but he kept the heavy drinking for special occasions. Luckily those dark losses were in the past, and he could focus on a new hopeful beginning. He could focus on living again, and he hoped Iris would be part of that life.
When she looked into the waters, she would notice that Vilmar made no concealment of his arousal at her presence. His legs slightly spread apart to provide her with a full view. There were things Vilmar was uncomfortable with, but he felt at ease with Iris. He wanted her to know he wanted her. While she pursued his body his own eyes silhouetted along her curves slowly. His voice drifted just above the steam around them.
"Something about the first time we met. I feel drawn to you, Iris. I am not the most devout of men, but I believe in fate."
Iris couldn't help the way that her breath hitched when she glanced back in his direction.
Gods.
She was fucked.
Hopefully literally if his body spoke truths.
Mind reeling, Iris focused hard on the words he spoke, dragging her gaze away and trying to focus on anything. Anything at all. Anything that wasn't what it would feel like. Anything that wasn't a daydream of his hands on her skin and her legs around his hips. She swallowed in an effort to avoid clearing her throat, her head tilted just slightly as if in consideration. In truth, she was still warring with herself.
And she failed miserably, the wine in her system making her head just a little bit hazier than normal.
Iris loved bedding soldiers... but this solder was different. He wasn't just a soldier under her father's control. This was a man who saw fit to set her alight with every word. Whether he meant to or not, Iris really didn't seem to care. Vilmar was a man. And he was a man that Iris wasn't likely to let out of her claws anytime soon. Screw the consequences. No man at court had ever interested her or been interested in her over what she could give them.
For once in her life, she was going to make a decision surrounding her own happiness.
However misguided it might have been, Iris still found herself slipping through the water, moving to stand in front of him. She trailed her fingers through the spring water, her gaze still cast downward for a few moments longer. A haze of alcohol, heat, and roiling desire always made for a rather pleasurable night. Lifting her green gaze back to Vilmar's face, Iris bit down on her bottom lip.
"I have another question for you, Vilmar," Iris said softly as if disturbing the springs was something she absolutely didn't want to do.
Fingers reaching out of the water, she trailed fingertips up along his abdomen, biting down on her bottom lip as she observed her own movements. Up and up they moved until nails trailed his collarbone, fingers grazed his neck, and she stood slightly on her toes to let her lips graze his.
Feather-light. As if they were hardly there, to begin with. Enough to tease and taunt and drive a man like Vilmar just a little wild.
Breath mingling with his, Iris found her fingers trailing along his lower lip in the mere centimeters of space between their lips. Exploring. Testing. Encouraging bad behavior. Turning her head, Iris let her lips instead graze his jaw, tailing them to his neck. Close enough that her breasts grazed his chest, Iris took silent delight in her actions. Silent happiness in the fact that none of this made her feel as if she were simply going through the motions.
Free hand trailing back down along his body, Iris tilted her head toward his ear, lips brushing the sensitive spot right behind it.
"I wish to know why you're still just standing there," Iris whispered in the silence between them, letting curious fingers dip lower until they had once more broken the surface of the water.
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Iris couldn't help the way that her breath hitched when she glanced back in his direction.
Gods.
She was fucked.
Hopefully literally if his body spoke truths.
Mind reeling, Iris focused hard on the words he spoke, dragging her gaze away and trying to focus on anything. Anything at all. Anything that wasn't what it would feel like. Anything that wasn't a daydream of his hands on her skin and her legs around his hips. She swallowed in an effort to avoid clearing her throat, her head tilted just slightly as if in consideration. In truth, she was still warring with herself.
And she failed miserably, the wine in her system making her head just a little bit hazier than normal.
Iris loved bedding soldiers... but this solder was different. He wasn't just a soldier under her father's control. This was a man who saw fit to set her alight with every word. Whether he meant to or not, Iris really didn't seem to care. Vilmar was a man. And he was a man that Iris wasn't likely to let out of her claws anytime soon. Screw the consequences. No man at court had ever interested her or been interested in her over what she could give them.
For once in her life, she was going to make a decision surrounding her own happiness.
However misguided it might have been, Iris still found herself slipping through the water, moving to stand in front of him. She trailed her fingers through the spring water, her gaze still cast downward for a few moments longer. A haze of alcohol, heat, and roiling desire always made for a rather pleasurable night. Lifting her green gaze back to Vilmar's face, Iris bit down on her bottom lip.
"I have another question for you, Vilmar," Iris said softly as if disturbing the springs was something she absolutely didn't want to do.
Fingers reaching out of the water, she trailed fingertips up along his abdomen, biting down on her bottom lip as she observed her own movements. Up and up they moved until nails trailed his collarbone, fingers grazed his neck, and she stood slightly on her toes to let her lips graze his.
Feather-light. As if they were hardly there, to begin with. Enough to tease and taunt and drive a man like Vilmar just a little wild.
Breath mingling with his, Iris found her fingers trailing along his lower lip in the mere centimeters of space between their lips. Exploring. Testing. Encouraging bad behavior. Turning her head, Iris let her lips instead graze his jaw, tailing them to his neck. Close enough that her breasts grazed his chest, Iris took silent delight in her actions. Silent happiness in the fact that none of this made her feel as if she were simply going through the motions.
Free hand trailing back down along his body, Iris tilted her head toward his ear, lips brushing the sensitive spot right behind it.
"I wish to know why you're still just standing there," Iris whispered in the silence between them, letting curious fingers dip lower until they had once more broken the surface of the water.
Iris couldn't help the way that her breath hitched when she glanced back in his direction.
Gods.
She was fucked.
Hopefully literally if his body spoke truths.
Mind reeling, Iris focused hard on the words he spoke, dragging her gaze away and trying to focus on anything. Anything at all. Anything that wasn't what it would feel like. Anything that wasn't a daydream of his hands on her skin and her legs around his hips. She swallowed in an effort to avoid clearing her throat, her head tilted just slightly as if in consideration. In truth, she was still warring with herself.
And she failed miserably, the wine in her system making her head just a little bit hazier than normal.
Iris loved bedding soldiers... but this solder was different. He wasn't just a soldier under her father's control. This was a man who saw fit to set her alight with every word. Whether he meant to or not, Iris really didn't seem to care. Vilmar was a man. And he was a man that Iris wasn't likely to let out of her claws anytime soon. Screw the consequences. No man at court had ever interested her or been interested in her over what she could give them.
For once in her life, she was going to make a decision surrounding her own happiness.
However misguided it might have been, Iris still found herself slipping through the water, moving to stand in front of him. She trailed her fingers through the spring water, her gaze still cast downward for a few moments longer. A haze of alcohol, heat, and roiling desire always made for a rather pleasurable night. Lifting her green gaze back to Vilmar's face, Iris bit down on her bottom lip.
"I have another question for you, Vilmar," Iris said softly as if disturbing the springs was something she absolutely didn't want to do.
Fingers reaching out of the water, she trailed fingertips up along his abdomen, biting down on her bottom lip as she observed her own movements. Up and up they moved until nails trailed his collarbone, fingers grazed his neck, and she stood slightly on her toes to let her lips graze his.
Feather-light. As if they were hardly there, to begin with. Enough to tease and taunt and drive a man like Vilmar just a little wild.
Breath mingling with his, Iris found her fingers trailing along his lower lip in the mere centimeters of space between their lips. Exploring. Testing. Encouraging bad behavior. Turning her head, Iris let her lips instead graze his jaw, tailing them to his neck. Close enough that her breasts grazed his chest, Iris took silent delight in her actions. Silent happiness in the fact that none of this made her feel as if she were simply going through the motions.
Free hand trailing back down along his body, Iris tilted her head toward his ear, lips brushing the sensitive spot right behind it.
"I wish to know why you're still just standing there," Iris whispered in the silence between them, letting curious fingers dip lower until they had once more broken the surface of the water.
Her body before him with drops of water glistening off her form was beyond anything Vilmar could have imagined. His mind raced with images and wild desires. He could barely keep himself still as he watched her. Fingers began to move silently to an unknown rhythm beneath the steam. His breathing grew heavier as his breath brushed back the steam. His hands beneath the water to prevent sudden action. All his willpower placed him in a vice to not slip outside of his passions.
His sapphire-hued eyes lifted upwards and watched her own eyes. A familiar look of desire flared behind them. Her voice allowed his mind and vision to focus entirely on her. Vilmar had never desired anything in his entire life as much as he wanted her at this moment. Her fingers were like sparks along his skin. Her fingertips began gliding over toned muscle and carved abs. Muscles tensed and flexed as the response to her touch. Her nails grazed along his rough and tanned skin. Vilmar felt the lightest touch of her lips upon his own.
Her lips were soft and smooth as he felt the warmth only for the briefest of moments before it vanished. The waters rippled gently with her movements as she teased his body and mind. He felt her press against him as she moved forward. Breath by breath the space between them began to fade away into the steam around them. Her lips and hands were working in harmony to ignite the fires of his desires. He could feel his entire body cry out in lustful yearning for her own.
At her invitation, his strong arms surged forward in the water and wrapped around her waist. A whisper on his lips as he pulled her to him firmly.
"Iris, I wanted you from the moment I saw you."
The final barrier between them broken as her bare body pulled on top of his and they joined in a union of pleasure and bliss. Vilmar used every muscle of his body to please her as she began to move her body against his own. His hands passionately explored her above and beneath the warm waters. Eyes filled with feelings of want between them as they looked deep into each other. They consumed each other in white-hot pleasure as the waters splashed around them and the steam parted. Each lover matched each other's pace and drove further as they worked harder to please each other more with every movement. In a final moment of pure ecstasy, they spoke each other's name as they released the passions between them.
* Sometime later*
It was beyond anything he had ever thought or could even begin to describe. Iris had been everything he had dreamed of and more. He held her quietly in the warm waters of the springs. His head lightly pressed just above hers. He whispered,
"Iris, I don't ever want this to end."
He did not just mean the passion they had shared. He had never wanted to be with anyone as much as he longed to be with Iris. Vilmar wanted these precious moments to last for eternity.
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Her body before him with drops of water glistening off her form was beyond anything Vilmar could have imagined. His mind raced with images and wild desires. He could barely keep himself still as he watched her. Fingers began to move silently to an unknown rhythm beneath the steam. His breathing grew heavier as his breath brushed back the steam. His hands beneath the water to prevent sudden action. All his willpower placed him in a vice to not slip outside of his passions.
His sapphire-hued eyes lifted upwards and watched her own eyes. A familiar look of desire flared behind them. Her voice allowed his mind and vision to focus entirely on her. Vilmar had never desired anything in his entire life as much as he wanted her at this moment. Her fingers were like sparks along his skin. Her fingertips began gliding over toned muscle and carved abs. Muscles tensed and flexed as the response to her touch. Her nails grazed along his rough and tanned skin. Vilmar felt the lightest touch of her lips upon his own.
Her lips were soft and smooth as he felt the warmth only for the briefest of moments before it vanished. The waters rippled gently with her movements as she teased his body and mind. He felt her press against him as she moved forward. Breath by breath the space between them began to fade away into the steam around them. Her lips and hands were working in harmony to ignite the fires of his desires. He could feel his entire body cry out in lustful yearning for her own.
At her invitation, his strong arms surged forward in the water and wrapped around her waist. A whisper on his lips as he pulled her to him firmly.
"Iris, I wanted you from the moment I saw you."
The final barrier between them broken as her bare body pulled on top of his and they joined in a union of pleasure and bliss. Vilmar used every muscle of his body to please her as she began to move her body against his own. His hands passionately explored her above and beneath the warm waters. Eyes filled with feelings of want between them as they looked deep into each other. They consumed each other in white-hot pleasure as the waters splashed around them and the steam parted. Each lover matched each other's pace and drove further as they worked harder to please each other more with every movement. In a final moment of pure ecstasy, they spoke each other's name as they released the passions between them.
* Sometime later*
It was beyond anything he had ever thought or could even begin to describe. Iris had been everything he had dreamed of and more. He held her quietly in the warm waters of the springs. His head lightly pressed just above hers. He whispered,
"Iris, I don't ever want this to end."
He did not just mean the passion they had shared. He had never wanted to be with anyone as much as he longed to be with Iris. Vilmar wanted these precious moments to last for eternity.
Her body before him with drops of water glistening off her form was beyond anything Vilmar could have imagined. His mind raced with images and wild desires. He could barely keep himself still as he watched her. Fingers began to move silently to an unknown rhythm beneath the steam. His breathing grew heavier as his breath brushed back the steam. His hands beneath the water to prevent sudden action. All his willpower placed him in a vice to not slip outside of his passions.
His sapphire-hued eyes lifted upwards and watched her own eyes. A familiar look of desire flared behind them. Her voice allowed his mind and vision to focus entirely on her. Vilmar had never desired anything in his entire life as much as he wanted her at this moment. Her fingers were like sparks along his skin. Her fingertips began gliding over toned muscle and carved abs. Muscles tensed and flexed as the response to her touch. Her nails grazed along his rough and tanned skin. Vilmar felt the lightest touch of her lips upon his own.
Her lips were soft and smooth as he felt the warmth only for the briefest of moments before it vanished. The waters rippled gently with her movements as she teased his body and mind. He felt her press against him as she moved forward. Breath by breath the space between them began to fade away into the steam around them. Her lips and hands were working in harmony to ignite the fires of his desires. He could feel his entire body cry out in lustful yearning for her own.
At her invitation, his strong arms surged forward in the water and wrapped around her waist. A whisper on his lips as he pulled her to him firmly.
"Iris, I wanted you from the moment I saw you."
The final barrier between them broken as her bare body pulled on top of his and they joined in a union of pleasure and bliss. Vilmar used every muscle of his body to please her as she began to move her body against his own. His hands passionately explored her above and beneath the warm waters. Eyes filled with feelings of want between them as they looked deep into each other. They consumed each other in white-hot pleasure as the waters splashed around them and the steam parted. Each lover matched each other's pace and drove further as they worked harder to please each other more with every movement. In a final moment of pure ecstasy, they spoke each other's name as they released the passions between them.
* Sometime later*
It was beyond anything he had ever thought or could even begin to describe. Iris had been everything he had dreamed of and more. He held her quietly in the warm waters of the springs. His head lightly pressed just above hers. He whispered,
"Iris, I don't ever want this to end."
He did not just mean the passion they had shared. He had never wanted to be with anyone as much as he longed to be with Iris. Vilmar wanted these precious moments to last for eternity.
The dalliances of the lovers had been both pleasurable and absolutely mind-bending. In the quiet afterglow of their lovemaking, Iris rest quietly with her back against his chest, her hands resting on his forearms. She could still feel his fingers on her skin. His lips against her neck. The sharp breath of his pleasure still sounding in her ears.
Iris found her mind drifting, the draw of his warmth and the warmth of the water holding the woman in a quiet sense of peace. It was only when he finally spoke, his head resting atop hers, that she let out a slow, content breath. She turned in Vilmar's arms, lifting her chin slightly to look him in the eye. Fingers lifted slowly out of the water, tracing a slow, intricate pattern against his chest.
"Then don't let this end, Vilmar."
Her words were soft, green eyes bright. She was sure what her offer would have sounded like. She was sure of the thoughts it would likely stir within her companion. The thought stirred another sense of desire within her. Not the desire to have him again and again in the ways in which they had just explored, but the desire to have him. Vilmar. All of him. Not just Vilmar in her bed, but Vilmar in her life. Vilmar beside her. Not just for these moments, but for many, many years to come.
"This doesn't have to be it," Iris continued softly, her fingers continuing to wander up along his skin. "I don't want this to end, either."
Biting her lip, Iris couldn't help but smile sweetly at him. If anything, she was anxious. Anxious to hear what he had to say after everything. Feeling a slight chill to her wet skin, she leaned closer to him, pressing her lips gently against his shoulder.
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The dalliances of the lovers had been both pleasurable and absolutely mind-bending. In the quiet afterglow of their lovemaking, Iris rest quietly with her back against his chest, her hands resting on his forearms. She could still feel his fingers on her skin. His lips against her neck. The sharp breath of his pleasure still sounding in her ears.
Iris found her mind drifting, the draw of his warmth and the warmth of the water holding the woman in a quiet sense of peace. It was only when he finally spoke, his head resting atop hers, that she let out a slow, content breath. She turned in Vilmar's arms, lifting her chin slightly to look him in the eye. Fingers lifted slowly out of the water, tracing a slow, intricate pattern against his chest.
"Then don't let this end, Vilmar."
Her words were soft, green eyes bright. She was sure what her offer would have sounded like. She was sure of the thoughts it would likely stir within her companion. The thought stirred another sense of desire within her. Not the desire to have him again and again in the ways in which they had just explored, but the desire to have him. Vilmar. All of him. Not just Vilmar in her bed, but Vilmar in her life. Vilmar beside her. Not just for these moments, but for many, many years to come.
"This doesn't have to be it," Iris continued softly, her fingers continuing to wander up along his skin. "I don't want this to end, either."
Biting her lip, Iris couldn't help but smile sweetly at him. If anything, she was anxious. Anxious to hear what he had to say after everything. Feeling a slight chill to her wet skin, she leaned closer to him, pressing her lips gently against his shoulder.
The dalliances of the lovers had been both pleasurable and absolutely mind-bending. In the quiet afterglow of their lovemaking, Iris rest quietly with her back against his chest, her hands resting on his forearms. She could still feel his fingers on her skin. His lips against her neck. The sharp breath of his pleasure still sounding in her ears.
Iris found her mind drifting, the draw of his warmth and the warmth of the water holding the woman in a quiet sense of peace. It was only when he finally spoke, his head resting atop hers, that she let out a slow, content breath. She turned in Vilmar's arms, lifting her chin slightly to look him in the eye. Fingers lifted slowly out of the water, tracing a slow, intricate pattern against his chest.
"Then don't let this end, Vilmar."
Her words were soft, green eyes bright. She was sure what her offer would have sounded like. She was sure of the thoughts it would likely stir within her companion. The thought stirred another sense of desire within her. Not the desire to have him again and again in the ways in which they had just explored, but the desire to have him. Vilmar. All of him. Not just Vilmar in her bed, but Vilmar in her life. Vilmar beside her. Not just for these moments, but for many, many years to come.
"This doesn't have to be it," Iris continued softly, her fingers continuing to wander up along his skin. "I don't want this to end, either."
Biting her lip, Iris couldn't help but smile sweetly at him. If anything, she was anxious. Anxious to hear what he had to say after everything. Feeling a slight chill to her wet skin, she leaned closer to him, pressing her lips gently against his shoulder.
Vilmar smiled as she rested her head against him. The moments they had shared had been incredible. They were beyond even his wildest imaginations. His toned chest lifted and fell slowly as the waves rippled against them. The echoes of passion they shared still radiated warmly in his mind. Soft shadows of the moments they had shared yet danced across the memories of his ocean blue eyes. Traces of her voice and moans still lingered in his ears. A brief moment of quiet to enjoy what they had shared.
Her fingers danced across his chest with sparks of warmth that trailed behind her touch. The waters shifted as her gaze drifted upwards and locked into his eyes. His blue eyes stared intensely into her own as she spoke. Iris spoke her words with truth and desire. Not just the aspirations they had recently shared, but she spoke of desires of love and companionship. Vilmar had imagined such moments in his mind when they first met. Now that she was here in his arms, he could hardly put his joy to words. She was everything he ever desired and ever would desire.
Vilmar thought he knew what she was implying at least at the moment. A life spent not just in passion, but together as partners. The young warrior could think of no one he desired or wanted by his side more than Iris. She was beautiful, brave, and bold. There was a fire in her that seemed to grow from each moment. Marriage came to his mind between his duties, training, and battles. He wanted it, and a family of his own, but the idea had never stood before him as it did now. Her words echoed across the growing pools of steam as he let them linger a moment.
He smiled as he let the idea grow in his mind. His lips lightly brushed Iris's cheek in a soft kiss as he rested in the pool.
"It is a pleasant thought to dwell on."
She enforced the idea further as she whispered her thoughts to him out loud. There were other ways to be together, of course, public showings of affection or becoming more of a pair in an official city outing. None of those things though was eternal, and they were just points in time. Iris shared something special with him, more than just the physical. She fit with him, and he felt at ease when they were together. His mind relaxed, his shoulders became more loosened, he could be in the moment with her. There were risks with proposing so new in the relationship.
Iris was nobility and Vilmar was not being the most obvious item. In certain more traditional circles, such marriages were still looked down on from other nobility. There was also the sudden nature of a proposal in such a short period of spending time together. His position would change, and his life would change drastically. Vilmar had lived years on his own, only relying on his own decisions each day. It would be different to place his trust in the hands and heart of someone else. If he was going to put his faith, he wanted to set it with Iris. The warmth of waters rushing across their skin as they rested against each other.
He placed his hand on her cheek and brushed against it. His eyes looked at her with love and affection.
"Iris I never want this to end, I never want us to end. Will, you marry me and be my wife now and forever?"
It was not the most eloquent proposal, but it was honest and from his heart. Vilmar loved her and wanted to share his life with her. He nervously waited on her reply as he watched her. Vilmar did not care what came next, as long as it was with her by his side.
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Vilmar smiled as she rested her head against him. The moments they had shared had been incredible. They were beyond even his wildest imaginations. His toned chest lifted and fell slowly as the waves rippled against them. The echoes of passion they shared still radiated warmly in his mind. Soft shadows of the moments they had shared yet danced across the memories of his ocean blue eyes. Traces of her voice and moans still lingered in his ears. A brief moment of quiet to enjoy what they had shared.
Her fingers danced across his chest with sparks of warmth that trailed behind her touch. The waters shifted as her gaze drifted upwards and locked into his eyes. His blue eyes stared intensely into her own as she spoke. Iris spoke her words with truth and desire. Not just the aspirations they had recently shared, but she spoke of desires of love and companionship. Vilmar had imagined such moments in his mind when they first met. Now that she was here in his arms, he could hardly put his joy to words. She was everything he ever desired and ever would desire.
Vilmar thought he knew what she was implying at least at the moment. A life spent not just in passion, but together as partners. The young warrior could think of no one he desired or wanted by his side more than Iris. She was beautiful, brave, and bold. There was a fire in her that seemed to grow from each moment. Marriage came to his mind between his duties, training, and battles. He wanted it, and a family of his own, but the idea had never stood before him as it did now. Her words echoed across the growing pools of steam as he let them linger a moment.
He smiled as he let the idea grow in his mind. His lips lightly brushed Iris's cheek in a soft kiss as he rested in the pool.
"It is a pleasant thought to dwell on."
She enforced the idea further as she whispered her thoughts to him out loud. There were other ways to be together, of course, public showings of affection or becoming more of a pair in an official city outing. None of those things though was eternal, and they were just points in time. Iris shared something special with him, more than just the physical. She fit with him, and he felt at ease when they were together. His mind relaxed, his shoulders became more loosened, he could be in the moment with her. There were risks with proposing so new in the relationship.
Iris was nobility and Vilmar was not being the most obvious item. In certain more traditional circles, such marriages were still looked down on from other nobility. There was also the sudden nature of a proposal in such a short period of spending time together. His position would change, and his life would change drastically. Vilmar had lived years on his own, only relying on his own decisions each day. It would be different to place his trust in the hands and heart of someone else. If he was going to put his faith, he wanted to set it with Iris. The warmth of waters rushing across their skin as they rested against each other.
He placed his hand on her cheek and brushed against it. His eyes looked at her with love and affection.
"Iris I never want this to end, I never want us to end. Will, you marry me and be my wife now and forever?"
It was not the most eloquent proposal, but it was honest and from his heart. Vilmar loved her and wanted to share his life with her. He nervously waited on her reply as he watched her. Vilmar did not care what came next, as long as it was with her by his side.
Vilmar smiled as she rested her head against him. The moments they had shared had been incredible. They were beyond even his wildest imaginations. His toned chest lifted and fell slowly as the waves rippled against them. The echoes of passion they shared still radiated warmly in his mind. Soft shadows of the moments they had shared yet danced across the memories of his ocean blue eyes. Traces of her voice and moans still lingered in his ears. A brief moment of quiet to enjoy what they had shared.
Her fingers danced across his chest with sparks of warmth that trailed behind her touch. The waters shifted as her gaze drifted upwards and locked into his eyes. His blue eyes stared intensely into her own as she spoke. Iris spoke her words with truth and desire. Not just the aspirations they had recently shared, but she spoke of desires of love and companionship. Vilmar had imagined such moments in his mind when they first met. Now that she was here in his arms, he could hardly put his joy to words. She was everything he ever desired and ever would desire.
Vilmar thought he knew what she was implying at least at the moment. A life spent not just in passion, but together as partners. The young warrior could think of no one he desired or wanted by his side more than Iris. She was beautiful, brave, and bold. There was a fire in her that seemed to grow from each moment. Marriage came to his mind between his duties, training, and battles. He wanted it, and a family of his own, but the idea had never stood before him as it did now. Her words echoed across the growing pools of steam as he let them linger a moment.
He smiled as he let the idea grow in his mind. His lips lightly brushed Iris's cheek in a soft kiss as he rested in the pool.
"It is a pleasant thought to dwell on."
She enforced the idea further as she whispered her thoughts to him out loud. There were other ways to be together, of course, public showings of affection or becoming more of a pair in an official city outing. None of those things though was eternal, and they were just points in time. Iris shared something special with him, more than just the physical. She fit with him, and he felt at ease when they were together. His mind relaxed, his shoulders became more loosened, he could be in the moment with her. There were risks with proposing so new in the relationship.
Iris was nobility and Vilmar was not being the most obvious item. In certain more traditional circles, such marriages were still looked down on from other nobility. There was also the sudden nature of a proposal in such a short period of spending time together. His position would change, and his life would change drastically. Vilmar had lived years on his own, only relying on his own decisions each day. It would be different to place his trust in the hands and heart of someone else. If he was going to put his faith, he wanted to set it with Iris. The warmth of waters rushing across their skin as they rested against each other.
He placed his hand on her cheek and brushed against it. His eyes looked at her with love and affection.
"Iris I never want this to end, I never want us to end. Will, you marry me and be my wife now and forever?"
It was not the most eloquent proposal, but it was honest and from his heart. Vilmar loved her and wanted to share his life with her. He nervously waited on her reply as he watched her. Vilmar did not care what came next, as long as it was with her by his side.
What had she meant by never wanting this to end? Did she merely mean the physical, or had she truly been aching for something more? It was no secret to her that the two of them had found themselves to fit together like perfect puzzle pieces in the last few weeks. Iris would never deny that there was a true spark or that she truly, deeply wanted the man who had so easily made her head spin and her toes curl.
He was one of the few men in her life that hadn’t run out on her sharp wit or temper. And their relationship, though short, had fallen into one of comfort and a silent ability to relax. In short, Iris felt as if she had found a sense of peace with Vilmar.
But Iris was still a woman of propriety and nobility, and jumping into a marriage when she was still unsure o how it would truly affect him? That was something that she didn’t want to put him through, especially not without the consideration of her father. Iris knew that he would likely push for her to do what her heart wanted, but she couldn’t help feeling guilty for the way that saying yes would upend his entire world. It would affect his position and his standing, and if he wasn’t ready for such a drastic change?
He could end up hating her if she weren’t careful.
And for a moment, that scared her more than she understood.
Swallowing sharply, Iris found herself leaning back, one hand still settled on Vilmar’s chest. Her brows had furrowed, her green gaze cast up to watch Vilmar’s face. There was hesitation there, especially while she struggled to find the right words that would express how she was feeling. Iris loved him, of that was she was sure, but he loved him too much to just upend his entire world by saying one little word.
“Vilmar,” she said quietly, “Please don’t underestimate how much I want to tell you yes,” Iris swallowed visibly, glancing away just slightly so maybe she wouldn’t see how much she would probably hurt him like this. “But… I am not sure that you’re ready for what marrying me entails. And I will not… I will not be your ruin if you are not prepared. There are numerous things to consider and… I need time. I am not going to tell you yes, but I am not going to tell you no, either…”
And she didn’t know what she would be waiting for, but marriage wasn’t something she was going to simply jump into at the drop of a hat. “I hope you can forgive me, Vilmar,” she said quietly, reaching slowly for his hand. Twining her fingers with his, she found her gaze back on his form. “Because I do love you. All of this is just… I can’t tell you yes without being sure of this. Without getting to know you more. I haven’t even met your family yet,” her smile was weak. “Can you give me that time? Can you still stand beside me with your unending patience?”
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What had she meant by never wanting this to end? Did she merely mean the physical, or had she truly been aching for something more? It was no secret to her that the two of them had found themselves to fit together like perfect puzzle pieces in the last few weeks. Iris would never deny that there was a true spark or that she truly, deeply wanted the man who had so easily made her head spin and her toes curl.
He was one of the few men in her life that hadn’t run out on her sharp wit or temper. And their relationship, though short, had fallen into one of comfort and a silent ability to relax. In short, Iris felt as if she had found a sense of peace with Vilmar.
But Iris was still a woman of propriety and nobility, and jumping into a marriage when she was still unsure o how it would truly affect him? That was something that she didn’t want to put him through, especially not without the consideration of her father. Iris knew that he would likely push for her to do what her heart wanted, but she couldn’t help feeling guilty for the way that saying yes would upend his entire world. It would affect his position and his standing, and if he wasn’t ready for such a drastic change?
He could end up hating her if she weren’t careful.
And for a moment, that scared her more than she understood.
Swallowing sharply, Iris found herself leaning back, one hand still settled on Vilmar’s chest. Her brows had furrowed, her green gaze cast up to watch Vilmar’s face. There was hesitation there, especially while she struggled to find the right words that would express how she was feeling. Iris loved him, of that was she was sure, but he loved him too much to just upend his entire world by saying one little word.
“Vilmar,” she said quietly, “Please don’t underestimate how much I want to tell you yes,” Iris swallowed visibly, glancing away just slightly so maybe she wouldn’t see how much she would probably hurt him like this. “But… I am not sure that you’re ready for what marrying me entails. And I will not… I will not be your ruin if you are not prepared. There are numerous things to consider and… I need time. I am not going to tell you yes, but I am not going to tell you no, either…”
And she didn’t know what she would be waiting for, but marriage wasn’t something she was going to simply jump into at the drop of a hat. “I hope you can forgive me, Vilmar,” she said quietly, reaching slowly for his hand. Twining her fingers with his, she found her gaze back on his form. “Because I do love you. All of this is just… I can’t tell you yes without being sure of this. Without getting to know you more. I haven’t even met your family yet,” her smile was weak. “Can you give me that time? Can you still stand beside me with your unending patience?”
What had she meant by never wanting this to end? Did she merely mean the physical, or had she truly been aching for something more? It was no secret to her that the two of them had found themselves to fit together like perfect puzzle pieces in the last few weeks. Iris would never deny that there was a true spark or that she truly, deeply wanted the man who had so easily made her head spin and her toes curl.
He was one of the few men in her life that hadn’t run out on her sharp wit or temper. And their relationship, though short, had fallen into one of comfort and a silent ability to relax. In short, Iris felt as if she had found a sense of peace with Vilmar.
But Iris was still a woman of propriety and nobility, and jumping into a marriage when she was still unsure o how it would truly affect him? That was something that she didn’t want to put him through, especially not without the consideration of her father. Iris knew that he would likely push for her to do what her heart wanted, but she couldn’t help feeling guilty for the way that saying yes would upend his entire world. It would affect his position and his standing, and if he wasn’t ready for such a drastic change?
He could end up hating her if she weren’t careful.
And for a moment, that scared her more than she understood.
Swallowing sharply, Iris found herself leaning back, one hand still settled on Vilmar’s chest. Her brows had furrowed, her green gaze cast up to watch Vilmar’s face. There was hesitation there, especially while she struggled to find the right words that would express how she was feeling. Iris loved him, of that was she was sure, but he loved him too much to just upend his entire world by saying one little word.
“Vilmar,” she said quietly, “Please don’t underestimate how much I want to tell you yes,” Iris swallowed visibly, glancing away just slightly so maybe she wouldn’t see how much she would probably hurt him like this. “But… I am not sure that you’re ready for what marrying me entails. And I will not… I will not be your ruin if you are not prepared. There are numerous things to consider and… I need time. I am not going to tell you yes, but I am not going to tell you no, either…”
And she didn’t know what she would be waiting for, but marriage wasn’t something she was going to simply jump into at the drop of a hat. “I hope you can forgive me, Vilmar,” she said quietly, reaching slowly for his hand. Twining her fingers with his, she found her gaze back on his form. “Because I do love you. All of this is just… I can’t tell you yes without being sure of this. Without getting to know you more. I haven’t even met your family yet,” her smile was weak. “Can you give me that time? Can you still stand beside me with your unending patience?”
