That night, Amelie and Aymeric did exactly what he suggested. They conversed and indulged in delicious cuisine. She learned of his past, how he never truly knew what a family was like. He learned of her, how she was called upon by Hydaelyn and has never really known a life before then. Through out the conversation, Amelie could tell the concern he had and also the gentleness of his heart.

Amelie felt like she was crazy for even trying to pursue any type of relationship with a man of his stature, but she couldn't help herself. He was the only man in her life that made her heart flutter at the mere mention of his name. It brought her warmth, and nervousness like she had never felt before.

As she woke from her slumber, her eyes fluttered. She curled herself into a slight ball and hugged her pillow tight. They had not slept in the same bed. It was a mutual agreement being that they wanted to keep their promise of getting to know each other before diving into the more intimate part of their relationship. Though Amelie wasn't even sure it would get that far anyway.

She sighed softly and smiled against her plush pillow. Oh how he thrilled her. How he made her heart race and her mind grow cloudy. She just couldn't resist his charm and gentlemanly nature. He had walked her to his guest room the night before. She giggled softly as she reminisced about their conversation at the door do her room.

He had placed his hand on the knob to the door before she could grab it to open it. His smile felt like it could melt her right into a puddle. She had gazed up into his eyes, shyly returning his smile.

"I know I mentioned learning of each other first... and I am going to do my damnedest to stick to that... but you really need to not... do that!" He smirked playfully as Amelie caught her lip between her teeth ever so gently and with out her realizing what she had done.

She gasped as his lips once again met hers with that hungriness she felt earlier. She was having a hard time resisting him just as much as he was her. Though it wasn't much of a pause before she had closed the distance between them. She reach up and bunched her hands at the back of his neck, along the hair line. She grasped some of his dark hair into her fingers.

She felt him sigh heavily against her as he reluctantly pulled away, but not too far away. Her hands still rested on the back of his neck. She then realized just how tall he was... almost too tall for her to reach. She smiled gently, her eyelids heavy and her body feeling like she had a million volts of electricity going through it.

"My dear Amelie... I must let you rest. You have been so busy lately... I must not keep you any longer. Sweetest dreams my dear. I hope you find this room to your liking." He offered another smile and a soft kiss to her cheek. He pushed the door open. Amelie reluctantly slipped inside and glanced back at him.

"Good Night darling." She smiled and bit her lip again. She saw the lust wash over his face quickly, but before Aymeric could do anything she had closed the door.

She rolled onto her back and sighed again. How she had wished more had happened that night, but at the same time glad that she was able to hold on to her innocence for a little bit longer. It was true... she had never been romantically involved with anyone, but this man. He has just swept her off her feet with such elegance and grace... she just couldn't resist anything about it.

A gentle knock sounded on the door, causing Amelie to nearly jump out of her skin. She shot up into a sitting position and looked in the direction of the door. She furrowed her eyebrows and slid out of bed. She knew it was early...but didn't expect anyone else to be awake yet. She slipped a robe, provided by Aymeric, around her shoulders and tying it to hide some of her undergarments. She didn't have proper night clothes with her. Amelie approached the door, her feet softly slapping on the floor.

She opened the door ever so slightly and peeked out. There in front of her, in common clothes, was Sir Aymeric. She smiled softly and opened the door a bit wider. He had been looking down at his clothes making sure they were straight and tidy. When he heard the creak of the door his head popped back up and a smile spread across his lips.

"Ah, Good Morn Amelie my dear. I was wondering if you'd like to join me for breakfast? I took the day off today in hopes that we may spend some more time together." His voice was like a soft chorus angels. How could she say no to anything he proposed?

"Of course! Let me get changed and I will be right out." With a nod from him she gently closed the door and smiled to herself. How blessed could she truly be? She sighed happily and pushed away from the door headed to her clothes chest that Sir Aymeric had someone grab for her from the Inn.

She didn't have much for common clothes... Actually she didn't have anything. Amelie was so used to having to be ready to fight at a moments notice that she was constantly in her white mage's garb. She huffed softly, digging through her chest hoping that she would some how find something more... casual.

Feeling defeated, as silly as it may have been, she plopped onto the stool that was sitting in front of a small vanity with mirror. She paused a moment and then let her eyes look around the room. She didn't take the time last night to actually see what kind of room she was staying in. It was gorgeous.

The walls were white and the floor had a deep gray carpet. Every piece of the room had elegance. From the trim on the ceiling to the accents around the windows and door. She gasped softly. How she wasn't used to such luxuries... it made her... nervous. She looked at herself in the mirror. That mark on her cheek... it would never leave her... A mark of her standing with her people. She was pretty well respected... though she didn't know her past... it seemed at though the elders of her family knew but would never say.

She touched the mark gently. It was a piercing white, like her hair and eyes. She smiled with pride. She really wouldn't change anything about her life. It was, for lack of a better work, perfect the way it was.

She glanced back at her clothes chest, spotting something she hadn't notice before. In a small bag was a sweater, a white sweater made of wool with intricate designs. She touched it, soft as a feather. She pulled it out of the bag and glanced inside to see if there was more. There was! A pair of black fleece lined pants and a pair of squishy fur lined boots. She was curious of how she didn't notice the bag before... and how those boots ended up fitting in the bag...

She playfully shrugged and started to pull the outfit on. It fit her like a glove, hugging in all the right places and also comfortable. She smiled and slipped her feet into the boots. She signed gently, they were a definite upgrade to her battle clothes when it came to comfort.

She glanced at herself in the mirror again. She didn't look any worse for wear, but she dabbed her cheeks with a bit of blush. After re-lining her eyes and slapping a bit of dark lipstick on from her cosmetic pouch, she felt as if she could finally join Aymeric.

She slowly opened the door, looking down at her feet making sure she still looked okay. She noticed another pair of feet. Her head popped up quickly, hair gently bouncing. She was face to face with Aymeric again. Her eyes had widened a bit from shock and a soft laugh escaped him.

"I see you found what I left you..." He winked and put his arm out for her to take. She bit her lip, though making sure to hide her face from him. She nodded lightly. He was so damn handsome. She didn't know what to do with herself. She was used to being the shy and quiet one, but Aymeric brought out the conversationalist in her.

"I did and I appreciate it wholeheartedly. I forget that I have to be ready for battle at a moments notice. Its easier keeping my gear on at all time. Its also strange not to have my staff on me...will definitely take getting used to." She looked up at him as he lead her to the dining hall. He had met her gaze, understanding exactly what she mean.

"Well, this suits you well... better than I would have thought." He pulled out her chair for her. Amelie started to sit as Aymeric pushed her chair up to the back of her knees. Once she was sat and close to the table he reached down and gently placed his hands on her shoulders. She relaxed against his touch. He leaned down and gently kissed her cheek.

"Words can't describe how beautiful you are my dear Amelie. I feel honored to spend this time with you."

She shook her head slightly, "I am the honored one..." She smiled softly and placed her hands in her lap as Aymeric found his own seat and the servants came to deliver their food.

The time it took to eat seemed non-existent. They were enjoying so much of the conversation they were having there was no concept of time. Once finished, Aymeric glanced out the window in his dining area. The it was mid morning. Shifting his gaze back to Amelie with a smile.

"Would you care to join me for a stroll around the foundation? We can mingle with the city folk and maybe I can bestow upon you some more history of this area?" His eyebrow rose slightly awaiting her response.

Amelie nodded quickly, "That would be fantastic!" A smile spread across her face. She felt as if she could get used to spending time with Aymeric. She already knew she was greatly smitten with the man. Anything she could do to get to know him better. A light blush rose to her cheeks causing a smirk to slide onto Aymeric's face.

"What are you thinking my dear?"

She shook her head a little. "For myself to know and you to possibly find out?" She tilted her head and bit her lip. Her eyes glanced down at his hand on the table as it clenched a bit. Her eyes moved back to his quickly. She could see the lust and want pooling in them. "Ready?"

Aymeric nodded quickly and stood from his chair. He came around the side of the table and reached his hand out for her. She slid her chair back and stood, placing her hand in his. He grasped it tightly and laced his fingers with her. "I'm ready for a whole lot more than just this walk my love..." Her cheeks pinked again. He was getting more forward... She couldn't lie... it excited her.

Thanks for the reads so far. Any constructive feedback is appreciated.

I don't play FFXIV like I used to but Aymeric was ALWAYS my favorite character. He's just so dreamy! ^_^