[ Nicole thinks she could get used to being pressed down into the mattress by Varka. Across all her limbs, all her appendages… when he laces their fingers together and pushes them down against the bed, a lick of fiery heat travels up her spine so quickly that she's nearly lightheaded from it. It certainly isn't helping that his heartfelt, romantic declaration washes over her like molten lava.
She believes him. Against all odds, in spite of everything she has learned about humanity over the course of thousands of years, she wholeheartedly believes him. He had spoken their name to convince her of her freedom, and that he pledges himself to her now…
A true knight. Though a part of her almost wants to start laughing again, she is far too distracted to even consider it.
And even though he makes an effort to move slowly, she is so – full, and overwhelmed, and immersed in syrupy pleasure that she makes a sound that feels punched out of her regardless. Her shoulders and spine flex as she arches partway off the bed, unable to get much leverage due to the position of her legs.
It feels good. Better than his fingers inside her, or pressed down against her. He is everywhere, and it is perfect.
Before he can even begin to consider a second thrust, their connection is alive with the static of her stream of consciousness, shuddering and wanton. ]
You feel so, so, so perfect. It was worth the wait, worth everything, if you ever move from this bed I may very well set something alight, you are so very warm and utterly perfect and I did not realize how much I needed this until we were truly here. [ Then, strung together so quickly the syllables almost blur: ] Varka, Varka, Varka.
[A lesser man might have been overwhelmed by the sudden influx of thoughts within his head. Indeed, some part of himself is lost within the swirl, reveling in the sudden rush of adoration and passion. That part of him chuckles faintly at her threats, and thrills at her desire.
But one thing is for certain: the very fiber of his being swells beneath the chant of his name.]
Nicole. [His words are an echo in kind, each punctuated by a shallow thrust.] Nicole, Nicole.
[The cadence in his voice echoes her own sentiment, emotions not quite able to be put into proper words. Joy. Relief. Delight. There is also no denying the current of pleasure that pulses through them.]
Keep talking. I - [It sounds so embbarrassing, so humilating, but the least he can do is bare a part of himself in kind for the almost uncontrolled stream of consciousness flooding into his head.] I don't want to not hear your voice. Want you in the back of my head for as long as I can get it.
[Even if he does his best to simultaneously strike her speechless as he begins to set a proper rhythm, It isn't hard or fast, not yet — just a steady pace to put her through, well, the paces.]
[ The sound of his voice, vivid and audible and deep, echoing her name… the simultaneous motions of his hips… Varka is incredibly lucky that Nicole does not simply lose it there. She wants to hear that a hundred more times. A thousand, interspersed between his fervent breaths and each thrust of him deep within her.
He bids her to keep talking, and Nicole wonders if she would truly be capable of staying quiet. Varka may not be moving quickly, nor are his thrusts particularly deep as of yet, but the mere motion of his hips is striking her in places that her fingers could never reach.
With her head thrown back against the bed, she does as requested and speaks. Her voice is ragged already, shivering through the syllables as if he is plucking her down her very nerve endings. ]
It is – hard to focus as is, when you are moving like that. I never – never thought I would ever be able to experience something like this, and to experience it with such – such pleasure. You feel better than I ever could have imagined, better than –.
[ As if on cue, she finds herself clenching down around him. She wants him, wants all of him, wants to feel him lose control while buried deep within her. ]
Would it please you, to know the thought of this – bounced around in my head? That I have laid awake at night, scraping out seconds of windows of thoughts dedicated to how you might bed me? Perhaps – perhaps it was a little white lie, when I said I only – only ever explored myself to the thought of novels. Mmh.
[ Her voice takes on a distinctly teasing note, even as breathless as it is. ] I'll never tell.
[Her voice alone is doing wonderful, awful things to him. The fact that her nerves sound so frayed even within the confines of her mind is an incredible thing. He'd pat himself on the back, if his hands weren't so damn busy.]
Mmh, is that so? [The thought flits through his mind, and he lets out a deep groan. Thinking of her thinking of him with her fingers between her legs. It's almost enough to white out his vision, to crumble every bit of effort he's put into this whole affair.] Since when?
[Had it been back in Nod Krai? Or would that have been too risky? Had she turned her nose up at the threat and allowed herself an indulgence all the same? Or had it been here, rooms beside one another. If he had opened the door, could he have seen her at work?
Another shudder threatens his very balance. He needs to stop his mind from running.]
L-let me tell you. Stealing a moment away from camp, trying to find a quiet moment to think about you. And knowing that you and the others might just see - [That thought had thrilled him then, in the same vein that it had left him feeling ashamed.]
Better than I ever dreamed of though, that's for sure.
[The angle of his hips shifts, trying to drive himself in deeper with each motion.]
The way you say my name, your thoughts in my head - never could quite capture it just right.
[ The deeper they get, the more her pleasure blooms, the more his voice arouses her. He groans in her ear and Nicole practically starts shaking, mouth flexing around a set of syllables she can't vocalize. Since when, he asks, and she throws her mind back to those last few months they had spent working in tandem. Should she be truly honest? Does he truly need to know the longevity of her attraction for him?
Ultimately, she decides to be honest, if only because: her honestly will be just as attractive to him as the thought of her pleasuring herself to the idea of him, she surmises. After a few seconds of breathing unsteadily, she manages to work her mental voice up. ]
Since the moment you – accompanied the Traveler to come meet me in person, of course. That is why I – specified I was scraping out the seconds. Mnh. Shivering moments of squeezing my thighs together and trying to discern why I couldn't – focus. Eventually, well, push – push came to shove.
[ She gulps in air, face burning for two entirely different reasons. How shameless of her past self, she thinks, to be so bold about something so dangerous.
But, then… Varka was evidently doing the same. Near enough to camp for the threat of being caught to be a real possibility. Nicole's hand flexes against Varka's at the sudden crashing weight of renewed arousal. Ridiculously, she can feel herself get wetter around him. She clenches down at the exact moment he adjusts his angle, and –.
Oh. Whatever that is, whatever – sparkling lights practically bloom behind her eyelids, and Nicole doesn't quite moan as much as keen into their connection, writhing beneath his weight. She almost doesn't hear what he says, cannot quite thread together her mind enough to respond, because –. ]
O-oh, oh, um – I, am – tell me more. More, please.
[That early on? And after he'd made such a fool of himself? He finds himself laughing — delighted, mirthful, and certainly not unkind. What an honor, indeed.]
Who wouldn't be awestruck in your presence. The second I felt your voice in my mind, I knew you were something else. And the way you'd chatter on - [He tilts his head, laying kisses against her pulse.] Never mind the way you overpowered me with kuuvahki like it was nothing.
[His mind had run wild with it that night. Everything had gone belly up shortly after, but for a blissful moment:]
It's hard to find someone who can keep pace with me. [He draws his lips up to her jaw, working a mark there. Maybe if she brushed her hair right, it wouldn't be obvious. Or maybe they'd have some explaining to do. He doesn't care about that in the moment though. He can practically feel how close she is.
And maybe he's dangerously close to the edge himself.]
I thought about how we might - exchange words. Then, hah - maybe you'd bring me to my knees. I'd win you over, in the end, but we'd both know - you had the edge.
[He isn't sure if she's after the fantasy, or the reality of it all. It's why he supplements them both.]
It wasn't even my night to skip drinking, but I did anyway. Once everyone was too trashed to think straight, I snuck out to the edge. Not toward the lake, that - that felt wrong. But around toward the entrance, tucked between an old wall and the ledge.
Honestly, it was way quicker than I would have liked. Ended too soon and... even afterward. [His lips reach her ear as he drags his hips back, then rocks them forward equally as slow. He's dragging out these last seconds as much as he can.] I still thought of you. I'd tuck each moment away, too.
Until now, the best I felt was after we freed the moon, though. I imagined - [His thoughts threaten to wander, his body tightens. Even now, the memory is a vivid one, now punctuated by each drag of his hips.] how your power felt - wrapped around me for days.
[ Mentally, she makes a note to ask Varka to assist with any future novels involving sexually-charged and romantic scenes. Though, without the alluring rumble of his voice, the electricity in each scene might pale in comparison to the real thing.
Nicole practically whines the moment his mouth is on her skin, torn between two counterpoints: the sound of his voice detailing his attraction to her and the rasp of his lips against her. In this moment, lit like a live wire and with nowhere to run, his stubble feels heavenly. She wants it all over her. She wants it between her legs. ]
I wish - I wish I had seen it. To see the stalwart, accomplished Grand Master, pleasuring himself to the thought of me - my better judgement wouldn’t have won out. Even there, even then, I would have - would have wanted you.
[ Her mind thrills with opportunity. She doesn’t even complain as he sucks a mark onto a dangerously visible patch of skin. She only moans encouragingly, clenching around him. More. More. She wants to have memories of this day for hours. A day. A week. She cannot imagine going minutes without this from now on, let alone a week, or a year, or a thousand years. She will leave this room thinking of the next moment they can be this entangled again.
His lips brush her ear. Nicole shudders down to her very soul. The slow grind of him within her cannot begin to forestall the inevitable, hurried along by the very thing she asked for. She starts to shake in aborted little shivers, open-mouthed, lashes fluttering.
There is one shred of information she parses amidst all over: he mentions her power enveloping him. With what feels like the final vestiges of her sanity, she pulses her power between the thread of their tightly interlocked hands. As it washes over him, she whimpers fervently into his mind: ]
[What a thought that one is. It feels like something straight out of a novel — the beautiful heroine finding her way upon the desperate knight. Throwing caution to the wind in favor of passion and love — an outright flippant gesture thrown to the gods themselves.
That alone might have been enough to make him succumb. Indeed, his movements stagger in the slightest, a ragged breath wheezing out through clenched teeth.
But then the power, her power floods through him, and Varka finds himself undone. It is a good thing that he already had a mind to do what she was asking — her words barely register within his mind. His hips manage to snap once, twice on instinct, and then he comes apart.
His fingers clench around hers on one side, and into the bedsheets on the other. The noise that escapes him is low, but almost keening. It forms something close to her name.]
[ In many ways, utilizing her power in such a manner is both incredibly bold and incredibly unfair. The invigorating effect it would normally have has been intensified by the rampant surge in wild magic. That is only one thing to bear in mind; the other is that her divinely granted powers being used in an expression of passion is antithetical to what she was granted them for.
The rebellion is nearly as sweet as the flood of warmth and the sound that Varka makes just shy of her ear. As she had wished, she crests into heat and brilliance nearly in tandem with him. She clenches down around him as he clenches round her fingers, head thrown back against the mattress as she shakes so hard she worries, briefly, for the bed.
The sensation is, somehow, better than the first orgasm had been. She is fuller now, wrapped so closely round Varka that the lines between them almost seem to blur. There is a beauty in it, in the feeling of oneness. It is one she has not come close to since…
Satisfaction untangles any snaring thoughts. Brief melancholy gives way, easily, to a suffusive afterglow. When she sags back against the sheets her limbs feel leaden in a way they never have before. The weakness is as novel as the unabating warmth in her belly. The hand not curled around Varka's blindly gropes down his neck and shoulders, tripping over the shape of his musculature. She has to mark this moment down in her memory. She has to remember every minute detail, even as her mind feels like it's been lined with cotton.
The connection is quiet, for once. Nicole simply breathes. ]
[If Varka had thought his own climax had been a vibrant one, Nicole's is practically a supernova. Despite the sense of bliss that overcomes him, he is not fully unaware of Nicole's movements and motions. He feels the way her body tightens around him — in more aspects than one. Perhaps he even traces a few fleeting thoughts from their connection.
Or maybe that's his own mind, whirling with satisfaction. Adoration. Closeness.
Regardless, the first thing he truly becomes aware of is the stumbling fingers down his back. A shiver works through him as his senses return, and he finds himself blinking down at the beautiful, blissful face of one Nicole Reeyn. He might have thought she couldn't look any more radiant, and yet here she is — perfect in every aspect.
He can't help himself. He leans down to kiss her, gentle and mostly chaste. Given the silence between the two of them, it might take her a moment to come to. That's fine by him. He'll dote on her until then — nosing stray hair from her face as he works kisses across every inch of her face.]
[ It does take her a moment to rouse. Her consciousness stumbles from what feels like layers of soft silk and comfortable cotton, moving at a crawl that takes every spare ounce of strength left. She takes note of details in stages: the feeling of his skin beneath her fingers. The gentle brush of his lips over her skin. The closeness of their bodies.
Nicole breathes out quietly, fuzzily turning her head to try and capture Varka's lips. Her first pass misses, and she instead presses a soft kiss to his lower lip.
When she finally musters the will to blink up at him, it feels as though the effort is gargantuan. She sighs again. A smile works its way onto her face even if she cannot discern entirely why: all she knows is that she is very, very happy. ]
[If he thought he was stricken just seconds prior, Varka is all but undone in this moment. Something about her tired smile, paired with the gentle noise within his mind, that evokes something incredibly warm within him. His heart thumps out of rhythm, and for a long moment he simply stares at her.
Eventually, though, he manages to find his words:]
Mmh yourself! [The laugh that follows is low and breathless. He shifts himself a little, allowing for a better look at Nicole. Yes, he's keenly aware of their continued point of connection, but he gets the feeling that if he even tried to move, Nicole would have him by the throat.
And, well, he's proven by now that he's nothing if not a servant to her whims.]
[ When Varka moves, Nicole moves with him. It is as if she is utterly boneless, incapable of doing little more than hanging off of him. Eventually, she musters enough energy to unlatch her arms so that she can arch into a lazy, cat-like stretch. Another faint noise leaves her mouth as her tired muscles loosen, wound too tight for too long from prolonged exertion. ]
That was… very nice. [ She says, after simply laying for a few seconds, relishing the warmth cushioned between them. When she shifts to shuffle her legs, even in a slight motion, she is abruptly reminded of their connection by an oversensitive twinge between her thighs.
She looks down between the scant space between their bodies, abruptly curious. Though it was her first time having this manner of relations, she had observed humanity for long enough to know the details of reproduction. Though she sincerely doubts they are biologically compatible, she does briefly wonder if Varka had harbored any doubts. He certainly hadn't seemed to hesitate.
Nicole sneaks a glance upward, at Varka's face. ]
Perhaps I shouldn't have requested, um. Well, you know.
[Not a single attempt is made to turn his gaze away as Nicole stretches out. To the contrary, his body retraces every curve of her frame. The appreciation on his face is vivid, albeit with a softer edge of adoration. It takes a herculean amount of self-control not to dive back down and kiss every inch of her.
Suffice to say, his thoughts do not tread toward regrets or concerns. Some part of him had already written off the possibility of anything happening. Given the Heavenly Principle's thoughts on the intermingling of humans and angels, he's almost certain the capability of carrying on offspring was non-existent. Otherwise, they surely would have heard of offspring occurring somewhere.
When Nicole brings it up, he actually finds himself blinking in surprise. A brow is quirked down at her as his eyes travel downward to their point of connection, then back up at her.]
You worried about the mess? I can grab a towel, you know. Or carry you to the shower like this.
[ Being admired so openly is something that she could assuredly get used to. It was one thing to have the distant, reverent admiration that humanity had granted angels before; the worshipful gazes upturned towards the heavens as her people relayed all manner of messages. This moment, with Varka's gaze tracing the shape of her body, felt almost… human.
She did not regret what she was. If it were not for that, she would not have survived nearly long enough to enjoy this moment.
…Though, for some reason, Varka looking down the length of their bodies is making her face hot. Her ears burn as she glances away, twitching nervously as she contemplates how best to word this. Cleaning off would be the most logical course of action, assuredly, but a distant part of her rails against the concept. Somehow, she manages to twine a piece of hair around her finger without adjusting her position. ]
It wouldn't feel right, asking you to do that immediately… it isn't uncomfortable, per se.
[ Which is the truth. Beyond those aforementioned twinges of oversensitivity if she shifts a particular way, it is actually rather nice, laying there with such closeness. ]
I am… mildly concerned about the sensitivity. Is that normal?
[That smile only widens as her ears twitch. She is, unfortunately, almost too cute to handle. Someone better wipe that dumb look off his face.]
I don't mind. Be happy to get you taken care of. All part of what we did, you know. It's uh... [Give him a second...] Aftercare, that's what they call it.
[He does look mildly confused at Nicole's second question. He's pretty sure he's had partners of the opposite sex mention that from time to time? Unfortunately, it is very much the kind of question that doesn't apply to his body, so... ]
From my understanding... uh, yeah?
[Sorry, he's uh... just scratching his head with one hand, looking like an absolute idiot while still inside her. This is who you've tied yourself to, Nicole.]
[ The afterglow is starting to wear off and with it comes a… healthy dose of embarrassment. Let there be no doubt: there is not a hint of regret present in this angel. She would gladly do this again immediately. Or as soon as possible. A hundred times over. But now that she is thinking back on it, the mere fact that they had fallen into bed with another so quickly…
In a useless attempt to stave off the abruptly boiling heat in her cheeks, Nicole slaps her hands over her face and burrows into her palms. She even twists to partially tuck her head, hands and all, into the mattress. It does absolutely nothing to muffle her mental voice. ]
Gosh, if – you're certain! A shower would likely be nice… I should certainly brush my hair, at least. Hmm. It – how do I word this? I am not concerned about it hurting when you, ah, separate from me, but I almost cannot imagine you touching me in any capacity down there so soon after! I am…
[ Nicole clears her proverbial throat. ] Perhaps I am somewhat concerned about how my body might react! We have only just – I mean, I am assuredly fatigued, the exertion was clear and obvious, but somehow I believe the – never mind. If it is normal!
Oh, I think I see where you're coming from. [His laughter turns a little smoky at the edges, a husky sound that speaks to a spark of desire. From the sounds of it, Nicole is plenty spent but...] You're worried you might get worked up again, right?
[And though he perhaps knows that he shouldn't, Varka finds himself making a show of licking his lips as his gaze flicks downward. Oh, the things he could do to her right now. The things he almost wanted to do. Right now, he's holding back simply because he wants Nicole to be able to recover and call the shots.
Which is why he offers up, just as enthusiastic:]
If you want, I can brush your hair out afterward. I got pretty good at braiding lately, you know that? I do Aino's hair every now and again.
[ The sound of his laughter alone, warm and low and with enough of a rasp to suggest he's discerned meaning from her rambling, reintroduces a particular heat to Nicole's something.
This alone would be more than enough to set her face to prickling. When Varka's gaze rakes down between their bodies and his tongue grazes over his lips, Nicole's entire head abruptly feels incendiary.
She flushes a brilliant cherry red, from the top of her head down to her collarbone. Even the tips of her ears color. She pointedly averts her gaze, finding the mere suggestion of looking at him directly to be an abruptly dangerous prospect. If he was going to look at her like that...
Nicole shuffles her entire body on the mattress, all shyly shimmying shoulders and flustered bends of her arms. When she manages to reply, it's a ghost of a thing, barely even loud enough to filter through their connection. ]
Oh, um, I see. That... does sound like it... might be pleasant.
[Even the way she shifts, minor though it is, reminds him of where he's currently positioned. A low sigh works through him, which is far better than the deep groan he bites off. He's far more interested in what Nicole has to offer him elsewhere than all of that, but he can't deny that she doesn't feel good, even now.]
We'd have to separate, you know. Think you can bear being away from me?
[He's pushing his luck, teasing Nicole like this. But maybe he can't help himself. Even if her squirming sends lightning bolts of want and need down his spine, she looks so adorable when she does it. It makes his grin turn positively toothy.]
Course, we could just hop in the shower and clean off. I can do your hair, and we can get some sleep. [His tone softens, just a little.] Whatever you want, Nicole.
[ This is an unenviable position to be in. Having wholly thought that this body of hers had been satiated, enjoying the deepness of their connection during her first, true interaction with another on this level... only for that desire to remain nearly intact after the whole affair has been said and done!
Varka isn't helping matters. He's making all manner of sounds, and he's teasing her, and he is right there. He's warm, and attractive, and yes, she wants him. This is ridiculous. She is an angel, for Celestia's sake. A creature of elegance and distance!
Maybe once they are not so... tied together, the urge would subside. For the time-being, she is staunchly not looking at him. She is averting her eyes. If she is not looking at him, she will not be tempted to request he roll them over and... ]
Ahem! I'm... sure I will be able to bear it. Surely once we are... separated, my mind will be more open to reasonable suggestions, such as getting clean and resting. It would be the... well-minded thing to do, after all.
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Date: 2026-03-19 05:10 am (UTC)She believes him. Against all odds, in spite of everything she has learned about humanity over the course of thousands of years, she wholeheartedly believes him. He had spoken their name to convince her of her freedom, and that he pledges himself to her now…
A true knight. Though a part of her almost wants to start laughing again, she is far too distracted to even consider it.
And even though he makes an effort to move slowly, she is so – full, and overwhelmed, and immersed in syrupy pleasure that she makes a sound that feels punched out of her regardless. Her shoulders and spine flex as she arches partway off the bed, unable to get much leverage due to the position of her legs.
It feels good. Better than his fingers inside her, or pressed down against her. He is everywhere, and it is perfect.
Before he can even begin to consider a second thrust, their connection is alive with the static of her stream of consciousness, shuddering and wanton. ]
You feel so, so, so perfect. It was worth the wait, worth everything, if you ever move from this bed I may very well set something alight, you are so very warm and utterly perfect and I did not realize how much I needed this until we were truly here. [ Then, strung together so quickly the syllables almost blur: ] Varka, Varka, Varka.
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Date: 2026-03-19 05:40 am (UTC)But one thing is for certain: the very fiber of his being swells beneath the chant of his name.]
Nicole. [His words are an echo in kind, each punctuated by a shallow thrust.] Nicole, Nicole.
[The cadence in his voice echoes her own sentiment, emotions not quite able to be put into proper words. Joy. Relief. Delight. There is also no denying the current of pleasure that pulses through them.]
Keep talking. I - [It sounds so embbarrassing, so humilating, but the least he can do is bare a part of himself in kind for the almost uncontrolled stream of consciousness flooding into his head.] I don't want to not hear your voice. Want you in the back of my head for as long as I can get it.
[Even if he does his best to simultaneously strike her speechless as he begins to set a proper rhythm, It isn't hard or fast, not yet — just a steady pace to put her through, well, the paces.]
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Date: 2026-03-19 06:10 am (UTC)He bids her to keep talking, and Nicole wonders if she would truly be capable of staying quiet. Varka may not be moving quickly, nor are his thrusts particularly deep as of yet, but the mere motion of his hips is striking her in places that her fingers could never reach.
With her head thrown back against the bed, she does as requested and speaks. Her voice is ragged already, shivering through the syllables as if he is plucking her down her very nerve endings. ]
It is – hard to focus as is, when you are moving like that. I never – never thought I would ever be able to experience something like this, and to experience it with such – such pleasure. You feel better than I ever could have imagined, better than –.
[ As if on cue, she finds herself clenching down around him. She wants him, wants all of him, wants to feel him lose control while buried deep within her. ]
Would it please you, to know the thought of this – bounced around in my head? That I have laid awake at night, scraping out seconds of windows of thoughts dedicated to how you might bed me? Perhaps – perhaps it was a little white lie, when I said I only – only ever explored myself to the thought of novels. Mmh.
[ Her voice takes on a distinctly teasing note, even as breathless as it is. ] I'll never tell.
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Date: 2026-03-19 06:41 am (UTC)Mmh, is that so? [The thought flits through his mind, and he lets out a deep groan. Thinking of her thinking of him with her fingers between her legs. It's almost enough to white out his vision, to crumble every bit of effort he's put into this whole affair.] Since when?
[Had it been back in Nod Krai? Or would that have been too risky? Had she turned her nose up at the threat and allowed herself an indulgence all the same? Or had it been here, rooms beside one another. If he had opened the door, could he have seen her at work?
Another shudder threatens his very balance. He needs to stop his mind from running.]
L-let me tell you. Stealing a moment away from camp, trying to find a quiet moment to think about you. And knowing that you and the others might just see - [That thought had thrilled him then, in the same vein that it had left him feeling ashamed.]
Better than I ever dreamed of though, that's for sure.
[The angle of his hips shifts, trying to drive himself in deeper with each motion.]
The way you say my name, your thoughts in my head - never could quite capture it just right.
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Date: 2026-03-19 07:01 am (UTC)Ultimately, she decides to be honest, if only because: her honestly will be just as attractive to him as the thought of her pleasuring herself to the idea of him, she surmises. After a few seconds of breathing unsteadily, she manages to work her mental voice up. ]
Since the moment you – accompanied the Traveler to come meet me in person, of course. That is why I – specified I was scraping out the seconds. Mnh. Shivering moments of squeezing my thighs together and trying to discern why I couldn't – focus. Eventually, well, push – push came to shove.
[ She gulps in air, face burning for two entirely different reasons. How shameless of her past self, she thinks, to be so bold about something so dangerous.
But, then… Varka was evidently doing the same. Near enough to camp for the threat of being caught to be a real possibility. Nicole's hand flexes against Varka's at the sudden crashing weight of renewed arousal. Ridiculously, she can feel herself get wetter around him. She clenches down at the exact moment he adjusts his angle, and –.
Oh. Whatever that is, whatever – sparkling lights practically bloom behind her eyelids, and Nicole doesn't quite moan as much as keen into their connection, writhing beneath his weight. She almost doesn't hear what he says, cannot quite thread together her mind enough to respond, because –. ]
O-oh, oh, um – I, am – tell me more. More, please.
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Date: 2026-03-19 07:30 am (UTC)Who wouldn't be awestruck in your presence. The second I felt your voice in my mind, I knew you were something else. And the way you'd chatter on - [He tilts his head, laying kisses against her pulse.] Never mind the way you overpowered me with kuuvahki like it was nothing.
[His mind had run wild with it that night. Everything had gone belly up shortly after, but for a blissful moment:]
It's hard to find someone who can keep pace with me. [He draws his lips up to her jaw, working a mark there. Maybe if she brushed her hair right, it wouldn't be obvious. Or maybe they'd have some explaining to do. He doesn't care about that in the moment though. He can practically feel how close she is.
And maybe he's dangerously close to the edge himself.]
I thought about how we might - exchange words. Then, hah - maybe you'd bring me to my knees. I'd win you over, in the end, but we'd both know - you had the edge.
[He isn't sure if she's after the fantasy, or the reality of it all. It's why he supplements them both.]
It wasn't even my night to skip drinking, but I did anyway. Once everyone was too trashed to think straight, I snuck out to the edge. Not toward the lake, that - that felt wrong. But around toward the entrance, tucked between an old wall and the ledge.
Honestly, it was way quicker than I would have liked. Ended too soon and... even afterward. [His lips reach her ear as he drags his hips back, then rocks them forward equally as slow. He's dragging out these last seconds as much as he can.] I still thought of you. I'd tuck each moment away, too.
Until now, the best I felt was after we freed the moon, though. I imagined - [His thoughts threaten to wander, his body tightens. Even now, the memory is a vivid one, now punctuated by each drag of his hips.] how your power felt - wrapped around me for days.
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Date: 2026-03-19 07:54 am (UTC)Nicole practically whines the moment his mouth is on her skin, torn between two counterpoints: the sound of his voice detailing his attraction to her and the rasp of his lips against her. In this moment, lit like a live wire and with nowhere to run, his stubble feels heavenly. She wants it all over her. She wants it between her legs. ]
I wish - I wish I had seen it. To see the stalwart, accomplished Grand Master, pleasuring himself to the thought of me - my better judgement wouldn’t have won out. Even there, even then, I would have - would have wanted you.
[ Her mind thrills with opportunity. She doesn’t even complain as he sucks a mark onto a dangerously visible patch of skin. She only moans encouragingly, clenching around him. More. More. She wants to have memories of this day for hours. A day. A week. She cannot imagine going minutes without this from now on, let alone a week, or a year, or a thousand years. She will leave this room thinking of the next moment they can be this entangled again.
His lips brush her ear. Nicole shudders down to her very soul. The slow grind of him within her cannot begin to forestall the inevitable, hurried along by the very thing she asked for. She starts to shake in aborted little shivers, open-mouthed, lashes fluttering.
There is one shred of information she parses amidst all over: he mentions her power enveloping him. With what feels like the final vestiges of her sanity, she pulses her power between the thread of their tightly interlocked hands. As it washes over him, she whimpers fervently into his mind: ]
Varka. Inside. Please.
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Date: 2026-03-19 05:08 pm (UTC)That alone might have been enough to make him succumb. Indeed, his movements stagger in the slightest, a ragged breath wheezing out through clenched teeth.
But then the power, her power floods through him, and Varka finds himself undone. It is a good thing that he already had a mind to do what she was asking — her words barely register within his mind. His hips manage to snap once, twice on instinct, and then he comes apart.
His fingers clench around hers on one side, and into the bedsheets on the other. The noise that escapes him is low, but almost keening. It forms something close to her name.]
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Date: 2026-03-22 04:29 am (UTC)The rebellion is nearly as sweet as the flood of warmth and the sound that Varka makes just shy of her ear. As she had wished, she crests into heat and brilliance nearly in tandem with him. She clenches down around him as he clenches round her fingers, head thrown back against the mattress as she shakes so hard she worries, briefly, for the bed.
The sensation is, somehow, better than the first orgasm had been. She is fuller now, wrapped so closely round Varka that the lines between them almost seem to blur. There is a beauty in it, in the feeling of oneness. It is one she has not come close to since…
Satisfaction untangles any snaring thoughts. Brief melancholy gives way, easily, to a suffusive afterglow. When she sags back against the sheets her limbs feel leaden in a way they never have before. The weakness is as novel as the unabating warmth in her belly. The hand not curled around Varka's blindly gropes down his neck and shoulders, tripping over the shape of his musculature. She has to mark this moment down in her memory. She has to remember every minute detail, even as her mind feels like it's been lined with cotton.
The connection is quiet, for once. Nicole simply breathes. ]
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Date: 2026-03-27 10:06 pm (UTC)Or maybe that's his own mind, whirling with satisfaction. Adoration. Closeness.
Regardless, the first thing he truly becomes aware of is the stumbling fingers down his back. A shiver works through him as his senses return, and he finds himself blinking down at the beautiful, blissful face of one Nicole Reeyn. He might have thought she couldn't look any more radiant, and yet here she is — perfect in every aspect.
He can't help himself. He leans down to kiss her, gentle and mostly chaste. Given the silence between the two of them, it might take her a moment to come to. That's fine by him. He'll dote on her until then — nosing stray hair from her face as he works kisses across every inch of her face.]
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Date: 2026-03-28 12:18 am (UTC)Nicole breathes out quietly, fuzzily turning her head to try and capture Varka's lips. Her first pass misses, and she instead presses a soft kiss to his lower lip.
When she finally musters the will to blink up at him, it feels as though the effort is gargantuan. She sighs again. A smile works its way onto her face even if she cannot discern entirely why: all she knows is that she is very, very happy. ]
Mmh.
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Date: 2026-03-28 10:39 pm (UTC)Eventually, though, he manages to find his words:]
Mmh yourself! [The laugh that follows is low and breathless. He shifts himself a little, allowing for a better look at Nicole. Yes, he's keenly aware of their continued point of connection, but he gets the feeling that if he even tried to move, Nicole would have him by the throat.
And, well, he's proven by now that he's nothing if not a servant to her whims.]
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Date: 2026-03-31 11:28 pm (UTC)That was… very nice. [ She says, after simply laying for a few seconds, relishing the warmth cushioned between them. When she shifts to shuffle her legs, even in a slight motion, she is abruptly reminded of their connection by an oversensitive twinge between her thighs.
She looks down between the scant space between their bodies, abruptly curious. Though it was her first time having this manner of relations, she had observed humanity for long enough to know the details of reproduction. Though she sincerely doubts they are biologically compatible, she does briefly wonder if Varka had harbored any doubts. He certainly hadn't seemed to hesitate.
Nicole sneaks a glance upward, at Varka's face. ]
Perhaps I shouldn't have requested, um. Well, you know.
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Date: 2026-04-01 04:52 am (UTC)Suffice to say, his thoughts do not tread toward regrets or concerns. Some part of him had already written off the possibility of anything happening. Given the Heavenly Principle's thoughts on the intermingling of humans and angels, he's almost certain the capability of carrying on offspring was non-existent. Otherwise, they surely would have heard of offspring occurring somewhere.
When Nicole brings it up, he actually finds himself blinking in surprise. A brow is quirked down at her as his eyes travel downward to their point of connection, then back up at her.]
You worried about the mess? I can grab a towel, you know. Or carry you to the shower like this.
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Date: 2026-04-01 05:49 am (UTC)She did not regret what she was. If it were not for that, she would not have survived nearly long enough to enjoy this moment.
…Though, for some reason, Varka looking down the length of their bodies is making her face hot. Her ears burn as she glances away, twitching nervously as she contemplates how best to word this. Cleaning off would be the most logical course of action, assuredly, but a distant part of her rails against the concept. Somehow, she manages to twine a piece of hair around her finger without adjusting her position. ]
It wouldn't feel right, asking you to do that immediately… it isn't uncomfortable, per se.
[ Which is the truth. Beyond those aforementioned twinges of oversensitivity if she shifts a particular way, it is actually rather nice, laying there with such closeness. ]
I am… mildly concerned about the sensitivity. Is that normal?
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Date: 2026-04-01 06:23 am (UTC)I don't mind. Be happy to get you taken care of. All part of what we did, you know. It's uh... [Give him a second...] Aftercare, that's what they call it.
[He does look mildly confused at Nicole's second question. He's pretty sure he's had partners of the opposite sex mention that from time to time? Unfortunately, it is very much the kind of question that doesn't apply to his body, so... ]
From my understanding... uh, yeah?
[Sorry, he's uh... just scratching his head with one hand, looking like an absolute idiot while still inside her. This is who you've tied yourself to, Nicole.]
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Date: 2026-04-01 06:49 am (UTC)In a useless attempt to stave off the abruptly boiling heat in her cheeks, Nicole slaps her hands over her face and burrows into her palms. She even twists to partially tuck her head, hands and all, into the mattress. It does absolutely nothing to muffle her mental voice. ]
Gosh, if – you're certain! A shower would likely be nice… I should certainly brush my hair, at least. Hmm. It – how do I word this? I am not concerned about it hurting when you, ah, separate from me, but I almost cannot imagine you touching me in any capacity down there so soon after! I am…
[ Nicole clears her proverbial throat. ] Perhaps I am somewhat concerned about how my body might react! We have only just – I mean, I am assuredly fatigued, the exertion was clear and obvious, but somehow I believe the – never mind. If it is normal!
[ Girl. Breathe. ]
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Date: 2026-04-02 01:24 am (UTC)[And though he perhaps knows that he shouldn't, Varka finds himself making a show of licking his lips as his gaze flicks downward. Oh, the things he could do to her right now. The things he almost wanted to do. Right now, he's holding back simply because he wants Nicole to be able to recover and call the shots.
Which is why he offers up, just as enthusiastic:]
If you want, I can brush your hair out afterward. I got pretty good at braiding lately, you know that? I do Aino's hair every now and again.
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Date: 2026-04-02 02:12 am (UTC)This alone would be more than enough to set her face to prickling. When Varka's gaze rakes down between their bodies and his tongue grazes over his lips, Nicole's entire head abruptly feels incendiary.
She flushes a brilliant cherry red, from the top of her head down to her collarbone. Even the tips of her ears color. She pointedly averts her gaze, finding the mere suggestion of looking at him directly to be an abruptly dangerous prospect. If he was going to look at her like that...
Nicole shuffles her entire body on the mattress, all shyly shimmying shoulders and flustered bends of her arms. When she manages to reply, it's a ghost of a thing, barely even loud enough to filter through their connection. ]
Oh, um, I see. That... does sound like it... might be pleasant.
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Date: 2026-04-02 04:55 pm (UTC)[Even the way she shifts, minor though it is, reminds him of where he's currently positioned. A low sigh works through him, which is far better than the deep groan he bites off. He's far more interested in what Nicole has to offer him elsewhere than all of that, but he can't deny that she doesn't feel good, even now.]
We'd have to separate, you know. Think you can bear being away from me?
[He's pushing his luck, teasing Nicole like this. But maybe he can't help himself. Even if her squirming sends lightning bolts of want and need down his spine, she looks so adorable when she does it. It makes his grin turn positively toothy.]
Course, we could just hop in the shower and clean off. I can do your hair, and we can get some sleep. [His tone softens, just a little.] Whatever you want, Nicole.
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Date: 2026-04-03 02:53 am (UTC)Varka isn't helping matters. He's making all manner of sounds, and he's teasing her, and he is right there. He's warm, and attractive, and yes, she wants him. This is ridiculous. She is an angel, for Celestia's sake. A creature of elegance and distance!
Maybe once they are not so... tied together, the urge would subside. For the time-being, she is staunchly not looking at him. She is averting her eyes. If she is not looking at him, she will not be tempted to request he roll them over and... ]
Ahem! I'm... sure I will be able to bear it. Surely once we are... separated, my mind will be more open to reasonable suggestions, such as getting clean and resting. It would be the... well-minded thing to do, after all.