[Well, Nicole gets her wish, somewhat. He's more than happy to wait until she's fully ready. That means he lays his cheek against her stomach, head angled upward. Is it a little ridiculous, peering up at her through her cleavage? Maybe. But Varka is a ridiculous guy.]
Disappointed? Me? [He tilts his head, laying a kiss or three against soft skin.] I'm having a great time. So you finish early? So what. We either wait a few minutes, or we try again tomorrow. And the day after that. And another day after that one.
[Varka might be grinning, but the edges are blunted by something gentle. Abandoning his current position, he leans back up toward her face, opting to kiss her directly on the mouth a few times as well.]
I'm not going to say I don't need perfect. I just think you misunderstand what my definition of perfect is. [He inches lower, laying a tender kiss upon her chin.] And that's you, just by the way.
[ Oh, goodness. Hello, Varka. Unable to resist, Nicole brings both hands down to run through Varka's hair. Whether this had become a self-soothing technique or was simply something she had come to expressly enjoy is unclear even to her. All she knows is that brushing Varka's bangs away from his brows sets her at ease… and also that she simply enjoys petting him. His hair is soft, and full.
But, hold on. Wait a few minutes? What does that mean? She is initially far too distracted by Varka's sudden appearance directly in front of her face to even mentally vocalize the question. She returns the kisses instinctively, tracing her fingers down Varka's shoulders.
He's sweeter than she expected him to be, but maybe she should not be all that surprised. Varka had never been brusque, after all… perhaps it was fully within what should have been her expectations that he is being so gentle with her.
Wait. She got distracted. She has a question to ask. ]
What do you mean by "wait a few minutes"? If it… ends, should it not… end? [ Okay, not being incredibly clear with what she means here. Maybe Varka will still understand, somehow. ]
[There is a note of confusion in his voice. He leans back far enough to angle his head, confusion writ upon his face, albeit tied intrinsically with that ever laid back smile of his.]
All those books of yours, and they never said anything about this?
[Maybe it makes sense. Books tended to exaggerate things, didn't they? A grand, passionate instance of lovemaking, and then on with the story? Pleasant and all, but hardly accurate.
For the time being, Varka shifts onto his side. Like this, it's easier to lay his hand against Nicole's hip, then trace it up to her rib and back down again. More than anything, he just likes touching her. He would never be so bold as to leave too many marks, but that doesn't mean he isn't mildly possessive in a different sort of way.]
Sure, guys like me need way more recovery time. They probably could only go once or twice. But uh... [He clears his throat.] Ladies need way less time to recover. You might be winded or tired, but if you wanted to keep going, you could.
Unless...
[His brow pinches.]
You didn't think I'd up and ditch just because I got you off once, right?
[ Nicole's confusion is genuine enough to overwrite any chance of embarrassment. And, besides… with Varka touching her so softly, it is nearly impossible to feel anything other than distracted. The more aware of his hand she becomes, the more she starts to shiver with each repetitive motion.
She turns her head to look him in the eye, hair bundled up under her cheek. It's surprising, how natural this kind of intimacy also feels. ]
Not exactly. There would be instances where the main couple would fall into bed with one another, of course, but it was often in moments of fraught peril. Even during moments of downtime, they only ever had enough time to wrap themselves up in one another the one time. I suppose I simply… extrapolated that that was the norm. And the books always had them both reach their, ah, climax, at the same time…
[ Sorry, Varka, you spurred her into a tangent without even realizing it. She's mostly thinking aloud, but it should as enough of an explanation.
She doesn't quite frown at him, but it is a close thing. ]
No, no. Or, at least, I hoped that you would stay here in bed with me afterward.
[Though Varka might be the first to tease her about her long winded rants, he'd also be the first to admit that he cherished them just as much. This is one of those times where he's content to lapse into silence, hanging onto every word with a syrupy smile. After all, it might well prove to benefit him in the long run.]
Unfortunately, the real world is a bit more messy than all of that. For starters, you can't exactly just - [A sheepish grin.] - stick it in. And when you're trying to prepare someone for that, well. You might as well make it good. So I'd say it's pretty normal for things to seem a bit... uneven. Especially when you're first starting out.
And before you say anything: it's not an inconvenience, nor do I think it's unfair. Trust me when I say, I'm probably enjoying it as much as you are.
[As his hand descends on a night countless journey, a thought occurs to him. His lips lift up at the edges as his fingers skirt down further still, grazing along her outer thigh and over the delicate fabric there.]
I was already planning on staying over but... Good to know I have your permission.
[ For some reason, the assurance that he is enjoying the preparation as thoroughly as she is is what makes her blush again. Though it is difficult to do given their position, Nicole turns her face partially into the mattress to try and conceal the exact expression on her face. ]
…Now that you've explained it, it makes more sense. Does that mean everything that they've put into books regarding it is sensationalist? I would have thought at least some of the material was grounded in reality… how disappointing…
[ Her mind has evidently gone somewhere both distant and distinctly risque, because she nearly squeaks when his fingers trace down her thigh. She shivers for what feels like the hundredth time this evening, unable to help herself.
She hopes that Varka won't ask for specifics. She think she might actually combust if she had to detail out the specific scenarios she had internalized as a result of some of the novels she's read. They were clearly inaccurate, so talking about them hardly mattered! ]
…Besides, this is your room. I could not very well kick you out of your own room.
[As Nicole shifts to hide herself Varka exhales an exaggerated note of exasperation. He follows after her, laying kisses against her cheek and jaw. He can't help himself. Affection aggression.]
I'm sure some of it had some basis in reality. What is it writers say? Write what you know? But - [A breathy chuckle.] Let's just say that writers and knights have the same penchant for embellishment.
[Varka counts himself among that number, at least facetiously. The more tall tales he weaves, the less believable his real feats start to sound, and the more his fellow knights start to see themselves just as capable as he is.
It's all about optics.
In any case, he does think to ask about some specifics. He might even make a mental note to bring it up later. But right now, his mind is focused on the present, of coaxing his hand across her knee and shifting along her inner thigh now. He wonders if any of her books ever talked about something like this, if they explored the idea of teasing through clothing and making someone whimper and squirm until -
He shivers hard enough to chase the thought from his mind. Maybe later.]
You could. If you wanted. I'd just about do anything you asked, you know.
[ The way Varka pursues her with his lips when she twists her face into the mattress hardly serves to deter her from continuing to hide. If this was an easy way to garner kisses, she would have to hide her face more often.
She does shift to peek up at him, between strands of hair and out of the corner of her eye. The fact Varka does not disparage the fact that the majority of her knowledge comes from books and instead provides an example for potential accuracy… it coaxes her out from hiding if only because she is, yet again, blisteringly attracted to him.
For all his propensity for teasing her, he seemed to wholly understand when to be genuine. It was a rare quality in most, in her experience. ]
…That might explain why most of the romance novels involving knights always seemed so fantastical. A multiplicative effect on embellishment.
[ Riffing off of his statement might have put her at ease, but his wandering hand nearly pushes her back into hiding. Not necessarily from embarrassment, but from the sheer, monumental weight of the desire that washes over her.
She needs him to touch her so badly that the want nearly chokes her. Unbidden, her body twists slightly at the waist, nearly turning her over on top of his hand. She shifts restlessly on the mattress. ]
[Even with her hair mussed up and half of her face smushed against the bed, Nicole is a picture. Silly as it seems, his heart skips within his chest, an effect that is only multiplied as she emerges from whatever cocoon she'd been trying to hide herself within. As a reward, he offers her a gentle smile, reassuring even as she teases.]
Sounds like they were inflating stories on top of inflated stories, yeah.
[Of course, he finds himself blinking at empty air as Nicole burrows again. This time, he supposes it can't be helped. Especially when her squirming does little to advance his hand. He reaches the apex of her thighs and presses upward, adding just enough pressure to tease her. Certainly, fingering her through her clothing was out of the question for the time being, but he didn't think it was off the table just yet.
Not when she behaves like this.]
Most anything, [He chides even as his hand shifts upward again, up to the hem of her leggings once more. He gives a tentative tug, watching her reaction carefully.] I won't be pouring out any casks of wine for you any time soon.
[ Whatever quip was brewing in her mind in response to his comment shatters to pieces the moment he fits his hand between her legs. Electricity streaks up her spine as the pressure collects against the sensitive, clothed area; it isn't nearly enough, and in that way it is perfectly maddening.
It's a lucky thing that Varka moves his hand so quickly, because if he wasn't so fastidious about shifting his hand to the waistband of her tights he would have likely had it trapped between her legs. She clamps her thighs against one another in the shuddering aftershock of a seemingly simple touch, staring at Varka with enough wide-eyed intensity that it might momentarily be a hint… intimidating? Her face is streaked with color, pink to the tips of her ears and dont the curvature of her throat. ]
You can just pour it out on me. [ It's a borderline nonsensical comment, and flies out into their mental bridge as a direct stream from between her legs to her buzzing brain. She does not even try to correct herself, or explain it.
She's far too busy shifting onto her back and lifting her hips encouragingly. If the wordless request is not clear enough, how fervently she rasps Please into his mind hopefully is. Enough conversation for the time-being, as pleasant and adept at putting her at ease as it has been.
The mere push of his fingers against her has effectively shoved any good sense firmly out the window. ]
Maybe it would be initimidating for lesser men. But the Knight of Boreas has faced great monsters and left legends in his wake. The challenge of bedding Nicole Reeyn will be a great one, but it's one he knows only he can surmount. This, too, will be part of his great history, tying them together once and for all as they -
okay, maybe he's getting a little ahead of himself. But rather than shrinking back, Varka surges forward. He capitalizes on that intensity with a kiss of his own, even as his hands finally move to divest Nicole of her remaining clothing.
Partially at least.
He cannot rush things, this much he knows. But he can still satisfy her command whilst being mindful of limitations. And right now, satisfying that means sliding his fingers upward, bracketing her clit between them to only apply the barest of pressure.
He breaks from where he sits at her lips to press open mouthed kisses all the way to her ear. His voice is nearly a growl when it finally emerges.]
Tell me if it's enough. Or too much. Tell me anything you want.
[ Nicole could sing Varka's praises for a thousand years for how he rises to the challenge. She is grabbing at his shoulders as soon as he is near, eagerly anchoring him to her to deepen that kiss. Her desire is as smoldering as her magic, heating her lips as she hungrily, experimentally, curls her tongue against his lips.
When Varka's fingers sink between her legs, he will find her drippingly wet. It will be enough to cling to his fingers already, making the press of the sides of his fingers on either side of her clit that much more vivid. Though she cannot quite make a sound, the air that rushes out between her parted lips into the space between their mouths will suggest she is certainly trying to.
She nearly tries to pursue him when he starts to kiss over to her ear, but is glad she does not: the rumble of his voice saturates her down to her bones, and her hips jolt hard enough to rock her clit between his fingers. She moans in earnest into their connection now, fingers momentarily digging into his shoulders before she forces them to relax.
The sound of her open-mouthed breathing will filter into the air audibly, at the very least. She wets her lips. ]
You can – press a little harder. I have seen how you handle your blades and –. [ She swallows, even if she does not have to. Challenging Varka is likely a hint of a dangerous game, but they are both more than aware of each other's capabilities. She rather likes the idea of coaxing more out of him. ] I would take your measure. If you'll allow me.
[There are a great many things about this whole affair that threaten to dizzy Varka. Somehow, though, the audible, breathy notes that she hits nearly threaten to be his undoing. What an accomplishment, nearly granting the mute angel speech through his affectations alone. Another to add to the list of accomplishments.
That isn't to say that those fingers digging into the bare skin of his back aren't equally as devastating, though. He could stand for her to be rougher with him, even if he briefly balks at the idea of doing the same to her. It wouldn't be very chivalrous, some part of his mind supplies. He promptly punts that thought from his head.]
Really think you can handle me at my best, huh? [His voice is almost a purr, and certainly takes a crooning note.] I did promise you anything, so -
[He obeys her command, curling his fingers tighter against him, even as he circles his wrist. His body aches for more, begs to be thoroughly buried within that clinging wetness. It's a miracle that he remains at face level with her, really. He could think of worse fates than drowning himself against her.]
[ If Nicole knew that Varka was worrying about chivalry of all things, even if only for a moment, she might actually have kicked him. Chivalry was the last thing she desired right now. Varka purring in her ear, wanting her, touching her… that is what she desires. Frankly, she is wildly, ridiculously convinced that she could handle him at this juncture even without the preparation he's emphasized. The distant, logical part of her brain knows he would reject the notion as soon as she vocalized it, but…
Nicole gasps as Varka's fingers close a little tighter, almost to the point of pinching. Her nails bite into his skin; again, only for a moment, only long enough to sting. The pleasure is warm and bright and sharp, and her legs tense on either side of his arm as if her body is deciding whether or not it is too much.
She moans, clear as a bell, and flexes her hips to rock into his grip. There was something to be said about the roughness of Varka's hands being a net positive: the ridges of his knuckles and the texture of his palm was doing something for her. As was the sight of his forearm flexing between her legs when she chances a peek down between their bodies. ]
I – I can definitely, assuredly handle you. [ She's panting it, mouth open enough to even give the illusion she's said it aloud. ] Mmh – that's good. You have – nice hands.
[Admittedly, the way Nicole's legs try to close around him is a bit challenging to work with. No matter. He shifts his own body accordingly, spreading his knees to push her legs further outward. It leaves him more room to work with as he slides his hand further down, replacing the pressure against her with a press of his palm. His fingers shift as well, moving from index and middle to middle and ring as they spread her apart.]
I almost think you could. [Some part of his mind echoes her own thoughts. What a tantalizing idea that would be.] But that takes away from the fun of it, don't you think?
[He hums to himself as his middle finger circles her entrance, an almost fleeting and certainly teasing sort of touch. His body shudders with the feeling of it. He's so close now, and yet terribly, horrifically far. Some part of his mind balks at the idea, even as the rest of him relishes the opportunity.]
[ Embarrassingly enough, having her legs levered open by Varka's knees stokes such a particular fire in her belly that she gasps again, threadier than the one prior. While it hardly occurred before—and had rather proven to be a bit of a logistical nightmare when they were trying to kiss one another upright—the difference in size and musculature is decidedly exciting. Varka barely has to open his legs all that wide to effectively pin her thighs to the bed.
If she had thought that that was enough to make her lose her mind… the solid weight of his palm bearing down on her clit sends a shudder down through her legs powerful enough to make them flex against Varka's knees, trying in vain to close against the sensation. She feels open, exposed, and though there is no longer a shred of embarrassment remaining in the back of her mind… it is something she must get used to.
And get used to it she does, incredibly quickly. The moment he starts to circle her entrance with his finger, Nicole starts to whine. So tantalizingly, damnably close – the pad of his finger is ever so slightly rough, and the shape of his finger thick enough that she knows, instinctively, that she will feel the stretch even from the first moment.
She wants it. She shifts her hips against the bed restlessly, wordlessly demanding. Her fingernails bite in, now. ]
Is – toying with me part of the fun? [ It's a genuine question. She doesn't even sound mad. More intrigued than anything, as a matter of fact. ]
[A low sound tumbles from his mouth, relishing the sting that radiates out from those nails. It's not a complaint — far from it in fact. He wears scars from countless battles. Nicole could leave her own permanent mark upon him and he would thank her. Let this be part of the history writ upon his form.]
Maybe a little. [He lifts his head, angling it faintly. He tries to make his smile sharp and teasing, but it's far too soft at the edges for all of that.] I've heard of how beautiful an angel's song could be, but hearing it is something else.
[He could listen to her crooning for hours, he thinks. Keep her on the knife's edge of pleasure until he'd drank his fill of her song. But that would be denying them both what they really want.
To get there, he needs to move forward. Just slightly, a careful press inward. Nicole might have said she could take what he would dish out, but he will not chance the matter in this regard.]
[ The penetration would ultimately be the test. When she had attempted it on herself, she had been far less wet between the legs and far less eager to continue. It has been experimentation without a goal in mind – in many ways, laying with Varka was already a marked improvement in that regard.
The key difference was in the relative width of his finger in comparison to one, or two, of hers. She feels it the moment he starts to press inward. A distinct discomfort, the stretch, the reflexive, split second concern. Was she truly going to enjoy this?
To anchor herself, she slides one hand from Varka's shoulder up to his nape. She holds on there, fingers tripping at the edge of his hairline as she forces herself to take a deep breath. In this regard, she knew it best to listen. ]
Okay… [ There is a note of uncertainty, but not trepidation. She trusts Varka in this.
A moment later, distractedly, she mentally murmurs. ] When can I see yours…?
[The note of hesitation is clear in her voice, even through the determination. He doesn't blame her. She's already failed once at this. Maybe the circumstances weren't the same, but it was still a risk to take. It's an honor that she trusts him so deeply, and a burden he shoulders readily.
He knows the stretch can't be easy, so he does his best to distract from it. He traces his lips down the column of her throat once more, leaving another mark on the opposite side just to keep things easy. It's somewhere in this moment that he ponders her question and parts from his work, breath spilling over her skin as he laughs.]
That eager to see the third claymore, huh? [Kill him, smite him, destroy him.] Promise I won't keep you waiting. I just don't want to intimidate you.
[Is there a hint of ego there? Absolutely. But there's also earnestness in those words too. he is not a small man in any regard, especially not in this. Revealing himself too early was just as likely to put Nicole on edge as it was to arouse her.]
You're doin' great though. Probably not surprising. Don't think there's a challenge in the world you couldn't conquer.
[ Nicole determines that once they are past the first knuckle, the entire affair becomes much easier. With his request to keep breathing rooted firmly in her mind, and the coaxing warmth of his lips nudged against her throat, it begins to transition back into pleasure.
At least until Varka pulls away and says something absolutely dreadful. In her stupor, it takes her a split longer than it likely should to grasp what he has said.
When she does, her first instinct is to grab as much as the hair at the back of his head as she can manage and tug. It isn’t particularly hard, but it will sting enough to register as a scolding, ideally. They were doing so well. Everything out of his mouth had had a largely positive effect before third claymore came into the mix. Now all she can envision is an actual sword. ]
Never – call it that again. Or you will never, ever get to put it anywhere near me.
[Varka is already laughing as her fingers shift within his hair. Though it tightens into a bit of a wheeze, it quickly evens out into a devious chuckle once more. He is a menace, through and through, never let that be doubted.]
Alright, alright! [He leans back to give her his best and most apologetic smile.] Distracted you though, didn't it?
[She hasn't quite balked at the intrusion of his finger anymore, even as he aims to shift inward all the more. It's the little things, right?]
You could stand to pull my hair again, though. Didn't mind it?
[ The things one must endure in order to bed the type of man that Varka evidently is… he is lucky that she finds his ridiculous laughter endearing. And his smile. Ugh.
And that his finger is pressing inward still. Her attention falters for a split second, centered on that sensation. She even flexes her hips to coax it inward that little bit quicker.
In the meanwhile, curiosity dictates that she does as he asks. Her fingers tighten in his hair again, reeling him in enough for her to suck at his lower lip. When she leans her head back against the mattress, there’s a string of wetness bridging the gap between their mouths. ]
Mmh. Is liking something like that normal? [ Again, that is genuine curiosity. She hadn’t considered it might be something he might enjoy rather than it simply being a punishment. ]
[What a filthy thing to share between them. And truly, how terrible of Varka to shudder at it. Doubtless, Nicole is realizing that he does not always play the role of a valiant and chivalrous knight. Certainly not in his current position.
And perhaps not at all, where Nicole is concern.]
There you go, that's it. [He punctuates his words by grinding the heel of his palm against her.] You can take it, Nicole.
[Her question almsot doesn't register for him. Almost. He finds himself blinking and then... letting out an almost sheepish laugh.]
Maybe not for everyone. But... when yo're used to getting as banged up as me. Maybe the lines start to blur.
[ A hundredfold questions rattle to the forefront of her mind. Was it all manners of pain? Was it simply the sensation on his scalp? Had he experienced the same pleasure when receiving any of his more prominent scars? Would he tell her more? Would he show her what it was like?
That train of thought nearly derails entirely at the press of his palm against her. Her thighs jolt, pressing against his knees with far more effort than they had prior. Her body almost yearns to squirm away from the pleasure entirely. The synapses fire unevenly as she starts to relish in the encouraged motion of his finger.
After twenty seconds of panting and twitching, Nicole finally manages to rein her mind in to ask a burning question: ]
Mmh – what if I wanted to try it? Is it – obvious, when you like it?
[ In truth, she is eager to try it all. She wants to know all that Varka has experience in. ]
[Two very different angles, one of which could be more easily applied to this moment than the other. With some conversation, Varka could be talked into inflicting it upon Nicole, but it wouldn't do for this encounter. There is far too much uncertainty, and he doesn't want missteps to be incorporated into her first time.
For him, it's a different matter. He knows what he likes, and where he likes it. Directing Nicole to a few spots would be simple enough.
For now, he draws his finger back out of Nicole, then thrusts it back in. She seems to have adjusted to his presence at least, so now it's a matter of acclimating her to the idea of motion. Then the process would begin again.]
Things like that... it's a lot of trust. And a lot of talk. Not good for - for right now.
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Date: 2026-03-13 06:04 am (UTC)Disappointed? Me? [He tilts his head, laying a kiss or three against soft skin.] I'm having a great time. So you finish early? So what. We either wait a few minutes, or we try again tomorrow. And the day after that. And another day after that one.
[Varka might be grinning, but the edges are blunted by something gentle. Abandoning his current position, he leans back up toward her face, opting to kiss her directly on the mouth a few times as well.]
I'm not going to say I don't need perfect. I just think you misunderstand what my definition of perfect is. [He inches lower, laying a tender kiss upon her chin.] And that's you, just by the way.
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Date: 2026-03-13 06:18 am (UTC)But, hold on. Wait a few minutes? What does that mean? She is initially far too distracted by Varka's sudden appearance directly in front of her face to even mentally vocalize the question. She returns the kisses instinctively, tracing her fingers down Varka's shoulders.
He's sweeter than she expected him to be, but maybe she should not be all that surprised. Varka had never been brusque, after all… perhaps it was fully within what should have been her expectations that he is being so gentle with her.
Wait. She got distracted. She has a question to ask. ]
What do you mean by "wait a few minutes"? If it… ends, should it not… end? [ Okay, not being incredibly clear with what she means here. Maybe Varka will still understand, somehow. ]
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Date: 2026-03-13 06:36 am (UTC)[There is a note of confusion in his voice. He leans back far enough to angle his head, confusion writ upon his face, albeit tied intrinsically with that ever laid back smile of his.]
All those books of yours, and they never said anything about this?
[Maybe it makes sense. Books tended to exaggerate things, didn't they? A grand, passionate instance of lovemaking, and then on with the story? Pleasant and all, but hardly accurate.
For the time being, Varka shifts onto his side. Like this, it's easier to lay his hand against Nicole's hip, then trace it up to her rib and back down again. More than anything, he just likes touching her. He would never be so bold as to leave too many marks, but that doesn't mean he isn't mildly possessive in a different sort of way.]
Sure, guys like me need way more recovery time. They probably could only go once or twice. But uh... [He clears his throat.] Ladies need way less time to recover. You might be winded or tired, but if you wanted to keep going, you could.
Unless...
[His brow pinches.]
You didn't think I'd up and ditch just because I got you off once, right?
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Date: 2026-03-13 06:48 am (UTC)She turns her head to look him in the eye, hair bundled up under her cheek. It's surprising, how natural this kind of intimacy also feels. ]
Not exactly. There would be instances where the main couple would fall into bed with one another, of course, but it was often in moments of fraught peril. Even during moments of downtime, they only ever had enough time to wrap themselves up in one another the one time. I suppose I simply… extrapolated that that was the norm. And the books always had them both reach their, ah, climax, at the same time…
[ Sorry, Varka, you spurred her into a tangent without even realizing it. She's mostly thinking aloud, but it should as enough of an explanation.
She doesn't quite frown at him, but it is a close thing. ]
No, no. Or, at least, I hoped that you would stay here in bed with me afterward.
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Date: 2026-03-13 07:00 am (UTC)Unfortunately, the real world is a bit more messy than all of that. For starters, you can't exactly just - [A sheepish grin.] - stick it in. And when you're trying to prepare someone for that, well. You might as well make it good. So I'd say it's pretty normal for things to seem a bit... uneven. Especially when you're first starting out.
And before you say anything: it's not an inconvenience, nor do I think it's unfair. Trust me when I say, I'm probably enjoying it as much as you are.
[As his hand descends on a night countless journey, a thought occurs to him. His lips lift up at the edges as his fingers skirt down further still, grazing along her outer thigh and over the delicate fabric there.]
I was already planning on staying over but... Good to know I have your permission.
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Date: 2026-03-13 07:35 am (UTC)…Now that you've explained it, it makes more sense. Does that mean everything that they've put into books regarding it is sensationalist? I would have thought at least some of the material was grounded in reality… how disappointing…
[ Her mind has evidently gone somewhere both distant and distinctly risque, because she nearly squeaks when his fingers trace down her thigh. She shivers for what feels like the hundredth time this evening, unable to help herself.
She hopes that Varka won't ask for specifics. She think she might actually combust if she had to detail out the specific scenarios she had internalized as a result of some of the novels she's read. They were clearly inaccurate, so talking about them hardly mattered! ]
…Besides, this is your room. I could not very well kick you out of your own room.
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Date: 2026-03-13 08:39 am (UTC)I'm sure some of it had some basis in reality. What is it writers say? Write what you know? But - [A breathy chuckle.] Let's just say that writers and knights have the same penchant for embellishment.
[Varka counts himself among that number, at least facetiously. The more tall tales he weaves, the less believable his real feats start to sound, and the more his fellow knights start to see themselves just as capable as he is.
It's all about optics.
In any case, he does think to ask about some specifics. He might even make a mental note to bring it up later. But right now, his mind is focused on the present, of coaxing his hand across her knee and shifting along her inner thigh now. He wonders if any of her books ever talked about something like this, if they explored the idea of teasing through clothing and making someone whimper and squirm until -
He shivers hard enough to chase the thought from his mind. Maybe later.]
You could. If you wanted. I'd just about do anything you asked, you know.
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Date: 2026-03-14 12:17 am (UTC)She does shift to peek up at him, between strands of hair and out of the corner of her eye. The fact Varka does not disparage the fact that the majority of her knowledge comes from books and instead provides an example for potential accuracy… it coaxes her out from hiding if only because she is, yet again, blisteringly attracted to him.
For all his propensity for teasing her, he seemed to wholly understand when to be genuine. It was a rare quality in most, in her experience. ]
…That might explain why most of the romance novels involving knights always seemed so fantastical. A multiplicative effect on embellishment.
[ Riffing off of his statement might have put her at ease, but his wandering hand nearly pushes her back into hiding. Not necessarily from embarrassment, but from the sheer, monumental weight of the desire that washes over her.
She needs him to touch her so badly that the want nearly chokes her. Unbidden, her body twists slightly at the waist, nearly turning her over on top of his hand. She shifts restlessly on the mattress. ]
Anything? ...Truly?
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Date: 2026-03-14 12:49 am (UTC)Sounds like they were inflating stories on top of inflated stories, yeah.
[Of course, he finds himself blinking at empty air as Nicole burrows again. This time, he supposes it can't be helped. Especially when her squirming does little to advance his hand. He reaches the apex of her thighs and presses upward, adding just enough pressure to tease her. Certainly, fingering her through her clothing was out of the question for the time being, but he didn't think it was off the table just yet.
Not when she behaves like this.]
Most anything, [He chides even as his hand shifts upward again, up to the hem of her leggings once more. He gives a tentative tug, watching her reaction carefully.] I won't be pouring out any casks of wine for you any time soon.
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Date: 2026-03-14 02:46 am (UTC)It's a lucky thing that Varka moves his hand so quickly, because if he wasn't so fastidious about shifting his hand to the waistband of her tights he would have likely had it trapped between her legs. She clamps her thighs against one another in the shuddering aftershock of a seemingly simple touch, staring at Varka with enough wide-eyed intensity that it might momentarily be a hint… intimidating? Her face is streaked with color, pink to the tips of her ears and dont the curvature of her throat. ]
You can just pour it out on me. [ It's a borderline nonsensical comment, and flies out into their mental bridge as a direct stream from between her legs to her buzzing brain. She does not even try to correct herself, or explain it.
She's far too busy shifting onto her back and lifting her hips encouragingly. If the wordless request is not clear enough, how fervently she rasps Please into his mind hopefully is. Enough conversation for the time-being, as pleasant and adept at putting her at ease as it has been.
The mere push of his fingers against her has effectively shoved any good sense firmly out the window. ]
Varka, I want you. As soon as possible.
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Date: 2026-03-14 02:51 am (UTC)okay, maybe he's getting a little ahead of himself. But rather than shrinking back, Varka surges forward. He capitalizes on that intensity with a kiss of his own, even as his hands finally move to divest Nicole of her remaining clothing.
Partially at least.
He cannot rush things, this much he knows. But he can still satisfy her command whilst being mindful of limitations. And right now, satisfying that means sliding his fingers upward, bracketing her clit between them to only apply the barest of pressure.
He breaks from where he sits at her lips to press open mouthed kisses all the way to her ear. His voice is nearly a growl when it finally emerges.]
Tell me if it's enough. Or too much. Tell me anything you want.
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Date: 2026-03-14 03:22 am (UTC)When Varka's fingers sink between her legs, he will find her drippingly wet. It will be enough to cling to his fingers already, making the press of the sides of his fingers on either side of her clit that much more vivid. Though she cannot quite make a sound, the air that rushes out between her parted lips into the space between their mouths will suggest she is certainly trying to.
She nearly tries to pursue him when he starts to kiss over to her ear, but is glad she does not: the rumble of his voice saturates her down to her bones, and her hips jolt hard enough to rock her clit between his fingers. She moans in earnest into their connection now, fingers momentarily digging into his shoulders before she forces them to relax.
The sound of her open-mouthed breathing will filter into the air audibly, at the very least. She wets her lips. ]
You can – press a little harder. I have seen how you handle your blades and –. [ She swallows, even if she does not have to. Challenging Varka is likely a hint of a dangerous game, but they are both more than aware of each other's capabilities. She rather likes the idea of coaxing more out of him. ] I would take your measure. If you'll allow me.
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Date: 2026-03-14 04:39 am (UTC)That isn't to say that those fingers digging into the bare skin of his back aren't equally as devastating, though. He could stand for her to be rougher with him, even if he briefly balks at the idea of doing the same to her. It wouldn't be very chivalrous, some part of his mind supplies. He promptly punts that thought from his head.]
Really think you can handle me at my best, huh? [His voice is almost a purr, and certainly takes a crooning note.] I did promise you anything, so -
[He obeys her command, curling his fingers tighter against him, even as he circles his wrist. His body aches for more, begs to be thoroughly buried within that clinging wetness. It's a miracle that he remains at face level with her, really. He could think of worse fates than drowning himself against her.]
How's that, firefly?
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Date: 2026-03-14 04:56 am (UTC)Nicole gasps as Varka's fingers close a little tighter, almost to the point of pinching. Her nails bite into his skin; again, only for a moment, only long enough to sting. The pleasure is warm and bright and sharp, and her legs tense on either side of his arm as if her body is deciding whether or not it is too much.
She moans, clear as a bell, and flexes her hips to rock into his grip. There was something to be said about the roughness of Varka's hands being a net positive: the ridges of his knuckles and the texture of his palm was doing something for her. As was the sight of his forearm flexing between her legs when she chances a peek down between their bodies. ]
I – I can definitely, assuredly handle you. [ She's panting it, mouth open enough to even give the illusion she's said it aloud. ] Mmh – that's good. You have – nice hands.
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Date: 2026-03-14 05:02 am (UTC)I almost think you could. [Some part of his mind echoes her own thoughts. What a tantalizing idea that would be.] But that takes away from the fun of it, don't you think?
[He hums to himself as his middle finger circles her entrance, an almost fleeting and certainly teasing sort of touch. His body shudders with the feeling of it. He's so close now, and yet terribly, horrifically far. Some part of his mind balks at the idea, even as the rest of him relishes the opportunity.]
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Date: 2026-03-14 05:19 am (UTC)If she had thought that that was enough to make her lose her mind… the solid weight of his palm bearing down on her clit sends a shudder down through her legs powerful enough to make them flex against Varka's knees, trying in vain to close against the sensation. She feels open, exposed, and though there is no longer a shred of embarrassment remaining in the back of her mind… it is something she must get used to.
And get used to it she does, incredibly quickly. The moment he starts to circle her entrance with his finger, Nicole starts to whine. So tantalizingly, damnably close – the pad of his finger is ever so slightly rough, and the shape of his finger thick enough that she knows, instinctively, that she will feel the stretch even from the first moment.
She wants it. She shifts her hips against the bed restlessly, wordlessly demanding. Her fingernails bite in, now. ]
Is – toying with me part of the fun? [ It's a genuine question. She doesn't even sound mad. More intrigued than anything, as a matter of fact. ]
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Date: 2026-03-14 05:33 am (UTC)Maybe a little. [He lifts his head, angling it faintly. He tries to make his smile sharp and teasing, but it's far too soft at the edges for all of that.] I've heard of how beautiful an angel's song could be, but hearing it is something else.
[He could listen to her crooning for hours, he thinks. Keep her on the knife's edge of pleasure until he'd drank his fill of her song. But that would be denying them both what they really want.
To get there, he needs to move forward. Just slightly, a careful press inward. Nicole might have said she could take what he would dish out, but he will not chance the matter in this regard.]
Just keep breathing for me, okay?
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Date: 2026-03-14 05:49 am (UTC)The key difference was in the relative width of his finger in comparison to one, or two, of hers. She feels it the moment he starts to press inward. A distinct discomfort, the stretch, the reflexive, split second concern. Was she truly going to enjoy this?
To anchor herself, she slides one hand from Varka's shoulder up to his nape. She holds on there, fingers tripping at the edge of his hairline as she forces herself to take a deep breath. In this regard, she knew it best to listen. ]
Okay… [ There is a note of uncertainty, but not trepidation. She trusts Varka in this.
A moment later, distractedly, she mentally murmurs. ] When can I see yours…?
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Date: 2026-03-14 05:57 am (UTC)He knows the stretch can't be easy, so he does his best to distract from it. He traces his lips down the column of her throat once more, leaving another mark on the opposite side just to keep things easy. It's somewhere in this moment that he ponders her question and parts from his work, breath spilling over her skin as he laughs.]
That eager to see the third claymore, huh? [Kill him, smite him, destroy him.] Promise I won't keep you waiting. I just don't want to intimidate you.
[Is there a hint of ego there? Absolutely. But there's also earnestness in those words too. he is not a small man in any regard, especially not in this. Revealing himself too early was just as likely to put Nicole on edge as it was to arouse her.]
You're doin' great though. Probably not surprising. Don't think there's a challenge in the world you couldn't conquer.
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Date: 2026-03-14 06:06 am (UTC)At least until Varka pulls away and says something absolutely dreadful. In her stupor, it takes her a split longer than it likely should to grasp what he has said.
When she does, her first instinct is to grab as much as the hair at the back of his head as she can manage and tug. It isn’t particularly hard, but it will sting enough to register as a scolding, ideally. They were doing so well. Everything out of his mouth had had a largely positive effect before third claymore came into the mix. Now all she can envision is an actual sword. ]
Never – call it that again. Or you will never, ever get to put it anywhere near me.
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Date: 2026-03-14 06:16 am (UTC)Alright, alright! [He leans back to give her his best and most apologetic smile.] Distracted you though, didn't it?
[She hasn't quite balked at the intrusion of his finger anymore, even as he aims to shift inward all the more. It's the little things, right?]
You could stand to pull my hair again, though. Didn't mind it?
[He likes a little pain, sorry to say!]
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Date: 2026-03-14 06:24 am (UTC)And that his finger is pressing inward still. Her attention falters for a split second, centered on that sensation. She even flexes her hips to coax it inward that little bit quicker.
In the meanwhile, curiosity dictates that she does as he asks. Her fingers tighten in his hair again, reeling him in enough for her to suck at his lower lip. When she leans her head back against the mattress, there’s a string of wetness bridging the gap between their mouths. ]
Mmh. Is liking something like that normal? [ Again, that is genuine curiosity. She hadn’t considered it might be something he might enjoy rather than it simply being a punishment. ]
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Date: 2026-03-14 06:34 am (UTC)And perhaps not at all, where Nicole is concern.]
There you go, that's it. [He punctuates his words by grinding the heel of his palm against her.] You can take it, Nicole.
[Her question almsot doesn't register for him. Almost. He finds himself blinking and then... letting out an almost sheepish laugh.]
Maybe not for everyone. But... when yo're used to getting as banged up as me. Maybe the lines start to blur.
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Date: 2026-03-14 06:51 am (UTC)That train of thought nearly derails entirely at the press of his palm against her. Her thighs jolt, pressing against his knees with far more effort than they had prior. Her body almost yearns to squirm away from the pleasure entirely. The synapses fire unevenly as she starts to relish in the encouraged motion of his finger.
After twenty seconds of panting and twitching, Nicole finally manages to rein her mind in to ask a burning question: ]
Mmh – what if I wanted to try it? Is it – obvious, when you like it?
[ In truth, she is eager to try it all. She wants to know all that Varka has experience in. ]
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Date: 2026-03-14 07:02 am (UTC)[Two very different angles, one of which could be more easily applied to this moment than the other. With some conversation, Varka could be talked into inflicting it upon Nicole, but it wouldn't do for this encounter. There is far too much uncertainty, and he doesn't want missteps to be incorporated into her first time.
For him, it's a different matter. He knows what he likes, and where he likes it. Directing Nicole to a few spots would be simple enough.
For now, he draws his finger back out of Nicole, then thrusts it back in. She seems to have adjusted to his presence at least, so now it's a matter of acclimating her to the idea of motion. Then the process would begin again.]
Things like that... it's a lot of trust. And a lot of talk. Not good for - for right now.
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