Void
-x-x-x-
Kink: Forde/Syrene; [s]ex buddies, because both suffer from unrequited love.
-x-x-x-
"Does he know why you're here?"
She shakes her head and focuses on the task at hand, the smoothness of the currycomb a comforting weight as she runs it over the pegasus's snowy flanks. "No," she says. "I didn't come here for pleasure—King Hayden sent me as a chaperone for the princess until the wedding."
"You know he's married now, right? To that mage girl, Lute."
"Yes, I know." She nods, trying to ignore the churning in her stomach. "I know."
He watches her silently for a moment before speaking. "Then I have a proposition for you."
-x-x-x-
She bites back a gasp as he nuzzles the sensitive flesh at the base of her neck, his hands wandering, long and strangely delicate fingers touching, flitting, brushing over her skin as her own grasp desperately at the sheets—and yet he is slow, gentle. As always.
How maddening. She turns in his embrace and places one hand on his chest, just above his heart, the other playing with his for a few moments before removing the band holding it in place. His hair frames his face, and for a moment she wonders if she has only imagined that strange glint in his eye, a spark within that isn't entirely his own.
Tilting her chin upward, she watches him for barely a moment before his lips are upon hers; he pushes her down onto the mattress, his body—hard and muscled from years of service and training—covering her own. His hands continue to ghost over her, fingers dexterous and deft from wielding both sword and brush.
And then they are gasping, panting, as they strive for release; no names are uttered when it finally arrives, and as they lay in the aftermath she looks at him.
"I know," she tells him. "I can tell. I see how you watch her and the general."
He shrugs and pushes his hair out of his face. "I wasn't trying to hide it—I knew you'd catch on eventually."
"Then why?"
The expression on his face is unreadable as he turns to look at her. "You already know the answer to that."
She sits up. "I need to go," she tells him. "The princess needs me."
He watches her as she bustles around, picking her clothes off of the floor, pulling them on again hastily and checking her reflection in the tiny mirror on the table. "I'm sure she does," he says.
"Will you be here tonight?" she asks.
"Mm." He shrugs again. "If you need to see me, you know how to find me."
"Very well." She cracks the door open, checking quickly to make sure no one will see her. "I'll see you later," she says softly before she leaves.
He does not stop her.
Xirysa Says: I seriously liked Fucked Up Relationships far too much.