Surr smiled before even opening her eyes, sound of her mom doing something in the kitchen so familiar… she lifted on her arms and looked at Raha's beautiful, relaxed face with wonder.
He must have been so exhausted by their travel and all the turmoil it brought to them, not to mention stress of meeting her parents, if she woke up first… Despite his upbringing that clearly made him more… timid? controlled?... than most Miqo'te's she knew, he was still so much more energetic and enthusiastic than her… Though she had Mothercrystal's 'intervention' to thank for abnormal stores of aether, she guessed, still it wasn't enough to combat her inborn laziness…
She bit back a giggle at the thought, then carefully lifted off him, trying not to wake him as she pressed gentle kiss on his pretty lips and brushed his red hair back from his beloved face, and got dressed quickly, leaving her childhood bedroom silently. It was still so early… he could sleep in a bit more considering what probably awaited them once they reach Waking Sands. Also… she kind of wanted to talk with her parents alone… Not that she wanted to hide anything from her mate, of course…
"Morning, mom," she said softly, entering the kitchen and grinning at so familiar sight of T'meto blending herbs with such focus… She missed being able to just run around fields surrounding Limsa, gathering those… But her training and lessons with Scions were also fun in a way. Sometimes. "Is papa up yet?"
"Morning, sweetie," her mom grinned back, stopping her task and bracing her arms on the counter, regarding her with amusement. "He's in the garden. Is your gorgeous boy still asleep?"
Surr giggled softly, walking over to her and looking with interest at all the herbs and spices spread on the counter in front of her mother. She wondered for a moment if she would be able to mix it just right to achieve smell even close to her mate's spicy scent…
"He is. Travel from Old Sharlayan was very… exhausting, so I thought I'll let him sleep in a little before putting him through even more stress… meeting rest of the Scions and all…" a bit distracted, she picked up a pinch of cinnamon, putting it on her open palm and added a little of crushed almond, bringing the mix against her nose and taking a deep breath… Nope, not even close… She pouted slightly, then blushed at her mom's knowing smirk. She coughed lightly, clapping her hands to clean them and folded her arms over her chest. "Actually, wanted to ask you something, mom."
"What is it, baby?" T'meto frowned slightly watching her expression. "I see something is really bothering you."
Surr sighed, lifting her hands and brushing her long, white hair back, biting her lower lip with uncertainty.
"I just… I just really can't understand it," she heaved another sigh, leaning against the counter next to her mom. "Raha's parents… I just can't. Is tribe mentality really so much… different? Or am I really that lucky… to have you, instead of…"
Her mom watched her for a long moment, then lifted her hand and put it against her cheek. Surr grabbed it, nuzzling into her mother's palm with a soft whimper and closing her eyes.
"I have no idea how one can… send away their kit, baby," T'meto said slowly, something infinitely sad in her voice. "In the T tribe… there was so many of us, when we were young, yet… still there was always someone to care and provide needed affection to each kit. Obviously, I have no idea how much different is tribe your Raha came from… but what they did… what they planned to do… No, baby, there is no excuse for that. So if you hate them… loathe them… you don't have to feel guilty about it," she finished softly, yet there was steel ringing in her voice.
"I want to rip them apart," Surr admitted in a whisper, without opening her eyes. "Each and every person who ever hurt him. I never knew… never knew I can hate like that, mom. It… scares me a little."
Her mother sighed, then pulled her into a tight hug, running her hand over her hair gently.
"It's only natural, sweetie," she whispered, then giggled softly. "You're so much like your papa... So fierce when it comes to protecting ones you love…"
"He always say I have your soft heart, though," Surr chuckled, leaning away and looking at her mom with a grin.
"He would say that, wouldn't he?" T'meto rolled her green eyes with resignation. "Like one excludes the other. If anything… it makes you even more dangerous, honey," she smirked mischievously, winking. "Now, I'll prepare breakfast for you and your beautiful boy… And by the way… Gods… those eyes," she sighed dreamily and Surr snorted a laugh.
"I know, right?" she agreed, grinning. "I know I'm biased… because he's mine, mom… but Twelve…" she sighed dreamily herself and they exchanged knowing grins. "He's just… perfect. And so smart, you wouldn't believe."
"Of course, he is, baby… Must be, to complement you," her mother snarked playfully, making her pout. "I jest, honey," she laughed easily. "But also that's how soul-bond works… You'll share each other's strengths and weaknesses… Complement them. And it'll make both of you stronger. Twelve know I am so happy you found him… I worry enough with your work for Scions. It's good to know you'll have someone there to always put your needs first and watch your back," she sighed, turning back to the counter and starting to put all the herbs and spices in their respective containers. "Thancred is such a nice boy, he is… But we all know that Minfilia's wishes are his first priority."
"I know, mom and I'm also… so happy I've found him. Just really wish… I did it sooner…" she exhaled slowly and rubbed her arms, suddenly somehow chilly. "He was so lonely, mom… So… starved for affection… Even thinking about it… Gods…"
"Well, he has you now, baby," her mom smiled softly at her. "Couldn't get better."
"I hope…" she murmured, looking away. "I so hope… I can be what he needs. I worry a little… that finding out about his… parents plans for him… That it broke something inside him. At some level, I think… he was still hoping that… that they had a good reason to send him away. That they… were forced to."
"Of course, Surr…" he mom sighed sadly. "Every kit wants their parents love and affection… It's only natural. It'll take time for a hurt like that to heal… But having your love, baby… I'm sure it'll help."
"I hope you're right, mom. I do," she swallowed tightly, then smiled. "But now I'm going to look for papa… If Raha wakes up and comes looking for me... please, try not too fluster him too much," she smirked slightly.
"Can't promise anything, Surr… He's way too adorable," T'meto winked at her and laughed brilliantly at her eager, agreeing grin.
"That he is."
Surr left the house giggling, but soon frowned, not finding her father in neither front, nor back garden. Maybe he went out for a bit…? She sighed with disappointment, then something caught her eye and she grinned. They didn't remove her training dummy it seemed.
She walked over to it, smiling at how battered it looked… It was a simple thing, really… barely more than a thick log of wood with a target on it and pads for melee training…
Ohhh…
Grinning at the sudden idea, she class shifted quickly to a Pugilist, but didn't summon the weapons. Looking around carefully and relaxing at how well shaded and protected from view was the spot with the dummy, she started to bounce slightly on her toes, eyeing it with consideration.
If she wanted to up her game… She need a different class than Summoner… as much as it pained her. But since she wouldn't survive facing off against Primal, not as herself anyway, it was really a no go. She started learning few different classes at this point, but only Summoning held her attention for longer. Pugilist was the class she picked up only because Yda was annoying the hells out of her and she wanted to beat her at her own class.
But maybe it was something to consider?
If she could hold back enough that is… Could just check since she had time now, with papa gone and Raha still asleep…
Relaxing slightly, she started to punch the pads on the dummy, not really thinking of it much and gradually speeding up. Before long her punches reached what she knew from practice was 'normal' speed and strength-wise and let her mind drift.
What her mom said, about how she shouldn't feel guilty about hating Raha's parents… Twelve, she liked to think that she was a good person, and forgiveness was an important quality for that, yet if she thought about them…
She imagined faceless female Miqo'te who let her kit be sent away and didn't accompany him or made sure that he was properly taken care off…
She felt her aggression rising, bubbling up, at the image… She barely noticed how her punches speed up past the point of anything that could be called normal, pads creaking under her unnatural strength. She lost herself in the rhythm, in the image of smashing that faceless female's face to bits and pieces, her mind drowning in that need to release her build up fury…
When she felt presence behind her back, she didn't think, just turned around with a vicious snarl and a punch… and froze when Raha caught her fist with an easy grin.
"I see you're feeling feisty this morning, my love," he smiled at her.
Surr blinked hard, then stared at him with her eyes wide open.
"You…" she started, then tilted her head with confusion. She was pretty sure…? She frowned, watching her mate with interest. "You mind if I try something, my Raha?" she asked carefully, pulling her fist back from his grip, clenching and unclenching her fingers.
He blinked at her with surprise, then smiled easily.
"If I agree, do I get a 'good morning' kiss from my fierce mate?" he grinned at her, making her heart vault in her chest and blush raise on her cheeks.
"Of course, my beautiful," she blinked her long lashes at him and pursed her lips slightly, biting back a grin when his red-cyan eyes focused on her mouth immediately and heat up.
"Then I'm all yours," he purred, spreading his arms wide open and wiggling his eyebrows meaningfully.
So silly!
But going back… Before she could think better of it, led by her curiosity, really… She slammed out her fist at him, with her full, unnatural strength and speed…
Again he caught it easily, now frowning slightly.
"That's not very polite, Surr," he pouted and she almost squealed with delight, but… She slammed out her other fist, as quick and strong… and he caught it as well, grinning as he pulled her against him, releasing her hands and wrapping his arms around her waist. "Are you done, yet?" he asked, leaning in and slating his mouth over hers, kissing her long and deep. She melted, lifting her arms to coil them tightly around his neck and pull him closer; her lips soon growing hungry and aggressive. "Mmm," he hummed after a moment against her mouth, lifting his hand and brushing her hair back. "That's more like it. Good morning, my love," he kissed her again, this time soft and sweet. "Your mom wanted me to tell you that breakfast is ready."
"Morning, my Raha," He really didn't notice? "Just a moment, first…"
She moved away with effort, stealing one last, quick kiss and then eyed him with consideration. He watched her right back with slight, confused tilt of his head, his ears raising curiously.
"Something's wrong, Surr?" he finally asked.
'You'll share each other's strengths and weaknesses…' her mom said.
"Raha… Sorry, but indulge me for a second…" and with that she sent at him few extremely fast and hard punches, first time in a long time actually putting an effort behind it. He laughed and caught each seemingly without an effort or noticing anything… was off. She finally stopped, staring at him with a frown. "Raha…" she started carefully, biting her lower lip. "Raha, you're as fast and strong as me."
He stared at her without an understanding, only smiled at her… antics… then frowned.
"Huh?"
"I actually put an effort in, just now… first time since meeting Mothercrystal, my Raha," she whispered softly, watching him carefully. "My mom said… well… My mom said, about the soul-bond, that we will share each other strengths and weaknesses… And I'm starting to think… That it's actually quite literal for us. Whatever Hydealyn did to me… I think you're sharing it, my soulmate."
He shook his head violently, backing away from her instinctively.
"That's not possible, Surr," he sounded so… confused? dumbfounded?... staring at her with his eyes so wide open… Not that she blamed him. "It's not. It can't. Because you're W…" he bit his tongue, looking away and took a deep calming breath. "It's just not possible. You're… you, and I'm… me."
Surr frowned, then closed in on him, lifting on her toes and wrapping her arms around his neck. She pulled him in a kiss, swallowing his pleased moan as he forgot his protest and curled his arms around her instantly, one of his hands sinking in her hair and tilting her head for access as he started to devour her mouth hungrily.
Gods… so delicious…
She melted, carding her hands in his hair and pulling him against her harder, drowning in his taste. Then she closed her eyes and probed at their soul-bond and he responded with a whimper immediately, his hand that rested at her waist shooting down to cradle her bottom and pull her closer…
"I thought you were supposed to call her for breakfast, Raha," her mom's cheerful voice pierced her daze and they jumped apart, both blushing furiously. "Twelve… you're both so cute together," T'meto positively cackled at their expressions.
Late into the night the same day, Raha sighed with relief, dropping to sit on Surr's bed inside her room in Waking Sands… and wasn't that a mind-blowing thought?
What would say G'raha Tia from just over a moon ago if he would see him now? In Eorzea, inside Scions of the Seventh Dawn compound, about to start his own training to become one…? And with beautiful Warrior of Light as his mate. Even if she still didn't realize that, and he wasn't sure if he should tell her… yet. Really… mind-blowing.
His mind was still reeling in disbelieve at this morning revelation… if Surr was really correct about it. Was that really possible? That their soul-bond let him share her Hydealyn-given gifts? And if yes, what did that make him…? He really wasn't sure what to think about that…
He read many stories, with his affliction for heroics, about Warriors of Light of the past. One thing they seemed to have in common, other than unnatural speed, strength and potent aether affinity, was their insusceptibility to Primal's corruption… He suspected that if they ever stumble upon one… he shuddered… then they'll know for sure if he shared her gifts or not.
So far, she swore, she did really use her full speed and strength this morning, but he really didn't notice anything out of normal about her then. He actually had fun, catching her fists… Thought it some sort of a game she wished to indulge in. Then she blew his mind with her revelation…
But if it's true…? She wished for them to test it in upcoming days, when they find private enough spot since she still didn't wish to be seen as… different. Oh, how he could understand that… But if it's true…?
He clenched his jaw with determination, staring blindly at the floor between his feet.
If it's true… he could protect her. With enough training, picking just right classes to complement hers in battle… He could protect her. Maybe even… become her equal…
…deserve her…
And wasn't that a heady thought?
"I'm so tired…" his beloved whined petulantly, bringing a grin to his lips as he looked up at her, then a blush as he stared when she shamelessly discarded her clothes… soon letting his greedy eyes devour glorious expanse of her pale skin. He swallowed tightly, feeling his body's immediate reaction. "I still can't believe they thought to gave you a separate room, my Raha," she pouted, walking over to him. Automatically, he opened his legs, letting her stand between them as she leaned in, untangling his braid and soon combing her fingers through his hair. "Though, I admit, this is pretty small for two," she sighed patiently, pursing her pretty lips.
"As long as I can be with you, I don't mind," he said honestly, then looked around, taking his eyes off her beautiful face with effort. "Though you're probably right. My books alone will take a lot of space once I start unpacking," he smiled at her sheepishly. He lifted his hands, smoothing them up and down her glorious thighs, marveling at her skin's softness. "For time being, we can use my room as a storing space I guess."
"Mmm…" she hummed with distraction, then grabbed hem of his shirt and he obediently lifted his arms to let her pull it over his head. "So long I can have you in my bed every night, I don't mind, my mate," she smirked mischievously, her purple eyes full of laughter. His heart vaulted wildly, then started to pound furiously.
Twelve… she was so beautiful…
And his.
Another mind-blowing thought.
"But, my beautiful Raha…" she whispered, suddenly looking at him shyly and making his heart speed up even more if possible. He pushed her back slightly, lifting off her bed and discarding his shoes and pants quickly, eagerly… She watched him with such hunger, her lust pouring over their bond and putting his blood on fire as she purred insistently in the back of his mind. "Gods… you're so gorgeous," she murmured with awe in her soft voice, making him blush furiously. Will he ever get used to being so… wanted? So desired? He didn't think it was possible.
With inhuman effort he stayed still when she moved to him again, dragging her fingers gently across his stomach, then up his chest, and he almost expired when she lifted on her toes, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her body flush against him with a tiny, soft moan.
"You feel so good against me, my Raha," she purred, sinking both of her hands in his hair, scratching delicately at the back of his ears… He couldn't help himself but tilt his head into her touch, closing his eyes with a quiet groan. "Gods… the sounds you make…" she whimpered softly, then pulled him down in a hungry, desperate kiss.
He drowned in her taste immediately, his hands shooting up to frame her face as he devoured her mouth; his thoughts spinning as her intoxicating citrus smell filled his head, so delicious…
"Surr…" he moaned breathlessly when they run out of air, brushing her long hair back tenderly as he trailed his lips across her cheek. "…my beautiful…" Twelve, it was so hard to collect his thoughts, when she leaned away with a smirk, her eyes so dark and hungry.
"Do you want me, my Raha?" she purred out, narrowing her eyes with a glint of mischief in their purple depth.
"Like nothing else in this world," he answered earnestly, biting back a growl when she blushed, so pretty… It drove him completely out of his mind how she could one moment seem so brazen and confident, to turn shy and timid the next. But no matter which, she always… wanted him so openly, shamelessly… It was so heady. Intoxicating. "So much…"
"Good," she grinned sharply, then moved away from him to his disappointment… until she dropped to her knees by the bed, splaying her upper body on it and and looking up at him over her shoulder with another smirk, her eyes so dark and full of lust... "Then take me, my mate."
Twelve…
He growled instinctively, moving behind her in a flash, though instead of pushing his already throbbing flesh inside her like he wanted… needed… Raha leaned over her, pressing his chest against her back and grabbing her hands in his and pulling them over her head, crossing her wrists and holding them with one hand. She whimpered when he moved back and used his free hand, curling it around base of her tail and stroking it slowly. Marveling at the softness of her white fur, and shivering when she snarled viciously, her eyes growing absolutely wild as she looked at him over her shoulder.
So it did work both ways… He grinned, soon spreading delicate bites across her back and biting back growls and whimpers when she rocked her hips against him with growing agitation when he was careful not to push inside her, though it was killing him not to.
"Raha," she snapped, growling furiously. "Raha, fuck me!" it was more of a snarl than anything else. "I swear…"
Instead he stroked her tail again, and again… till she writhed under him, snarling and growling, absolutely wild, struggling with fury against his hold… Yet unable to break it.
He stared for a moment at her hands, ignoring furious pounding of his heart and painful throbbing of his cock… Just stared for a moment, understanding dawning. Was he actually… stronger than her? He blinked hard, then grinned with absolute relish.
"Oh, my beautiful…" he whispered softly, nipping at her neck and chuckling at her furious hiss. So aggressive… So adorable… He let go of her tail, moving it gently to the side; then he took hold of her hip, holding her completely still to her desperate whine as he entered her deliberately slowly. He choked down his own whine when his cock was buried inside her completely and her muscles quivered around him as she arched against his hold with absolutely delicious whimper, shuddering all over as her tail coiled around his waist instinctively. "Gods…" he gasped, leaning his forehead against her back and fighting to stay still. She trashed under him, altering between snarls and whimpers, but still completely at his mercy…
Twelve… that was so heady…
"I love you, Surr," he whispered against her skin and shuddered when she snarled viciously in answer. So hot… He whimpered softly when his cock throbbed painfully, her muscles spasming around him.
Gods… he's dying…
But it was too tempting to resist but to pull out painfully slowly and then push back inside her as deliberate, and repeat until she turned into a writhing, whimpering mess under him, gasping at his every move.
"Raha… Raha… please…" she babbled soon, not struggling anymore but panting weakly and shuddering violently. "Please… Raha… I need… Please… Fuck me… Please… Raha, hard…"
"Twelve…" he gasped, shutting his eyes hard against painful pleasure of his slow movement. He felt her trying to force him to speed up, both by clenching around him tightly and reaching across their bond, and it took everything in him to resist.
Finally when she started to weep helplessly he relented, letting go of her hip and hands, bracing his arms around her and pounding into her relentlessly, near brutally… and relishing her gasps and whimpers as she pushed back against his thrusts desperately, clawing at the sheets.
She howled, spasming around him violently when she hit her peak, then fell on the bed bonelessly; mewling softly and shuddering when his thrusts grew uneven, heat at the base of his spine unbearable. Desperately, he fisted one hand in her hair, tilting her head and bit her hard, her skin muffling his loud groan when heat snapped and his muscles spasmed as waves of heat rolled through him leaving him to fall on top of her shuddering and panting harshly.
"Gods… Raha…" Surr gasped breathlessly and he realized he was crushing her. With effort, swallowing hard and trying to calm his breathing, he pulled back, sitting on his hunches on the floor and only leaning his head against her lower back as he struggled to collect his thoughts. "That was… Twelve…"
He chuckled weakly at the awe in her voice, then kissed her skin delicately, smiling when she shuddered, swallowing audibly.
After a while, they settled on the bed, with her on top of him as she so liked; and he couldn't help but grin like an idiot when she nuzzled against his chest affectionately, purring loudly with pleasure.
Like a big, sated kitten…
So adorable!
"So you're actually stronger than me," she hummed, dragging her nails over tattoo on his shoulder. "Kind of makes sense, if I think about it, really."
"Huh?" he frowned, confused. "How so?"
"Well," she looked up at him and pursed her lips slightly. "If we really share whatever Mothercrystal did to me equally… you still have bigger muscle mass then me," she chuckled, dragging her nails over his bicep. "I'm really not complaining…" she purred with appreciation and he felt a dark blush climb his face.
Raha coughed lightly, looking away from her amused gaze and focused on the ceiling of her room, sinking his hand in her hair and massaging back of her ear with his thumb.
"I'm kind of disappointed that I didn't get to meet other Scions yet," he said thoughtfully after a while.
Surr sighed, turning and crossing her arms over his chest and putting her chin on them. He dropped his gaze back to her, smiling and brushing her hair back.
"You will, eventually," she pursed her lips, then rolled her eyes. "Can't help that everyone is out on their assignments. I still have to figure out how to deal with Thancred," she grinned evilly and he minutely felt sorry for the man… then he remembered their trip to Eorzea and it passed. "Other than that, you at least got to see Minfilia."
"She was very not impressed," he sighed, frowning.
"Not yet," she grinned confidently. "But we will show her, my Raha. We will be unstoppable together, you'll see."
Somehow, even despite his uncertainty, when she said it like that, he couldn't help but believe it.
He lifted his hand against her cheek, rubbing his thumb over soft skin and his heart melted when she nuzzled in his palm affectionately.
"I love you, Surr," he whispered softly.
"And I love you, my Raha," she answered as soft, her eyes so bright and beautiful… like stars.
