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softer than rain, harder than pain | @dawnbreaked

[ Trusting him was a mistake.

It was easier when she was a free agent, not having to worry about anyone else, focusing only on what she needed, what her company needed, working on a professional and not personal level, keeping her distance from others and letting them keep their distance from her.

It was lonely, but it was easier.

As a free agent, for example, she never would have been pacing the kitchen of the Dawn Winery with clenched fists and burning eyes, trying not to just snap and break something while Diluc's staff tend to him behind closed doors, caring for him through an unconsciousness going on at least a few hours now. She wouldn't be trembling with the cold horror of her Vision's resonance, nor dealing with tears she's unable to hide, sparkling as they are like diamonds frosted to her eyelashes. It wouldn't have been her for whom Kaeya came running, grave anxiety written over his face, tears of his own evident in the redness of his eyes and cheeks despite his attempts to hide them; she wouldn't have even known this was happening—

Somehow the thought does nothing to ease her churning, angry stomach. Eula closes her eyes and cups a hand over her mouth, convinced for a moment she's going to vomit. The free hand waves away whatever staff member it is who's trying to comfort her— she doesn't know these people, not enough for this— before coming to rest on the counter in front of her. She can feel the anxiety trembling through her skin where it contacts the furniture.

I swear, Ragnvindr, she thinks, a tight hold on the counter as if that will somehow make it better, if you get through this I'm going to kill you myself.

...

He'd better get through this. ]

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(The sweltering heat from his body is strong, strong enough that were he not careful they'd both be leaving with this with more burn marks than marks left out of the unspoken emotions that the two of them have felt together. For now he's stopping it, fighting it down so that it didn't dare to interrupt them by making it harder once Diluc finds himself drawn in closer after noticing the way she even felt relieved by their reunion in a sense.

This isn't something he wants to let go of even now with his heart pounding, it felt all too similar to his first with her. Diluc rarely trusts, trust was something one had to work hard to obtain and yet he finds himself unable to help the emotions, the thoughts, and the feelings that were rising from this. He knew by now what this was he felt but it only drives it home further for him.

He's in love with her and it's so maddeningly deep that he swears she could ask him to do anything and he'd do it for her. All within some manner of reason once he finds himself at hearing her reply, melt, their bodies were close enough she'd feel the heat easing in a sense from being near positively boiling them.

All from this love he has for her.

He won't tell a soul but her those words whenever he could finally say them to their face; this silence is more than enough with their bodies saying it and answering it for them instead. After the pause, it's soon enough his work starts in earnest with his thrusts beginning again.

It's taking everything he has and more to give her all of him now without that blame searing them both into a shared hell due to it. Something that Diluc would give her time and time again regardless of his vision being an issue to some thanks to the sheer heat from his body.)

Edited (I went to double check after waking up) 2023-02-07 21:05 (UTC)

[ Fighting it he may be but the heat is still dizzying, near enough to burning against the usual cool of Eula's skin, and it's almost a relief when it eases a little into a roiling, melted wash against her. His hips start moving and behind closed eyelids, her eyes roll back a little, a low moan on her lips as her own waist arches against his, as the leg coiled around his tries to tug him in closer to her on the inwards rhythm of his thrusts.

It's a bewildering realization that she will never have her fill of this, that no matter how much he gives her she'll want more of him, need more of him, not only like this but in any way he wishes to give himself to her. The feeling of it is strong, like nothing else she's ever experienced, and yet there's no doubt in her mind that she understands it, knows what it is telling her.

They've barely started and yet she feels like she won't make it much longer, the wait having frayed her senses until even the barest of touches seems like too much, until her desire has her weak in the knees. It's hard to think let alone hold herself back, but she tries nonetheless, trying to focus on kissing him and rocking her hips in rhythm with him instead of how good it feels, instead of the coil tightening in her stomach, instead of the warmth of his mouth on hers, instead of—

Mm, it's not working. ]

Don't judge me. [ It's a mumble into his mouth, a soft laugh on her lips despite herself. ] But I'm not going to last long if you keep up this pace...

(Ironically that makes two of them, with how long it's been, causing him to wonder if he should slow down to savor it more. Maybe, since the thought of it being slow isn't all bad... it just would make it a lot different than simply sex as Kaeya describes it often times much to his rather large annoyance. However his mind would much rather not think about that whenever he's drawn in so closely; like neither of them wished to let go which he's almost certain is true enough given their track record.

More, more, and more. The feeling has yet to fade, to seek more of her in everything she wants to give him from their bodies to moments they both long since told themselves they shouldn't dream about to begin with. It's only now that he for the time being eases into something slower with his rhythm, the fire still there, but something more different than the heated passion that they've had.

A slow burning passion even if his heat is dizzying for the two of them; as if to greet her with something more 'appropriate' than just the heat intensely taking everything at the start from them. This time to him it feels as if he's made a return home and only seeks to take something of these moments with her slow before it consumes them further.

Whether it works or not, he's not going to be sure though the feeling of it is something else he's welcoming immensely.

He can speed up again if she wants him to, since Diluc knows he'll always want to at any time she needs.)

I'm not, tell me if it's too slow... (Because he didn't want her to think he'd stay at that pace either if she finds it too fast or slow for her liking.)

[ She gasps out against his lips when the rhythm of his movement changes, slows in an effort to hold her— hold them— back from that peak, and Archons it's so frustrating that she wants to scream despite being exactly what she needed to make this last, exactly what they needed to make this about them and not just about the physical act of joining their bodies together. The arm around his shoulders locks in closer, the hand still coiled in his shirt tightens its grip, her hips rock up against those thrusts, and gods she needs more of him even as she welcomes the new speed for what it is. ]

It's... it's perfect.

[ It's a mumble against his lips, a confidence that is only half of the truth but all of it at the same time, and it's followed by a soft moan at the realization that the slower pace allows her to feel him differently, increasing the pleasure even as it delays it. Gods, she has needed this, but more than this she has needed him, hasn't stopped needing him since that night on the side of Dragonspine—

The murmur of his name is shaky as she breaks their kiss for a moment, something dark and serious in her eyes before pressing back against him, and there's something near desperation in the movement of her lips, the realization that she needs to shut herself up before she says something she can't take back, because Archons help her she loves him— she's in love with him and there's not a single intrusive thought her mind can throw her way to make that stop, the words sitting on the tip of her tongue despite her best effort. ]

(Slow burning passion, something that feels romantic in it's slowness even if prolonging it can be frustrating on both sides. He's close to her by now enough that emotion in his eyes he knows is love seems to peer out enough though wordlessly. The fast pace as nice as it was isn't something he wants her to think he's only after, the intimacy of this with his slow and deep rhythm is enough to make him melt more by now.

It's perfect she says, then he'll have to remember this for if they find themselves ignoring dinner to simply just lose themselves in what is their hearts singing in a way out to one another. Begging for their partner in their dance to respond though he knew how much he did need her, will always need her as this realization sinks in further.

His grunts are soft, the brief moment of air he gets from her parting soon taken away.

He can see something is in her eyes but the desperation of this kiss makes him wonder if she was trying to say more than she knew for now. Who knows, but, he does know that he can't help the way he meets her desperation with his own. His own love and desperation as his intrusive thoughts are quelled to silence. A much welcomed surprise, a much needed one. She knows his answer after all. He loves her, more than he ever would have thought.)

[ She's starting to feel like she can't breathe. Between the desperation of their kisses, the feelings she can feel emanating from him as certainly as she's aware of her own, the way his movements bring her ever closer to her peak while his speed tries to hold her back from it, the soft sound of his voice grunting against her lips— It's almost too much for her, overwhelming every inch of her with the heat of him. Her hips arch, and she answers every sound of his with one of her own, breathlessly gasping against his lips.

She confessed to it being perfect, but the words feel insufficient, don't do justice to the molten fire of her blood, to the way she knows that he's too much and yet at the same time not enough, and the words are still there at the corners of her lips, fighting her on slipping through, waiting for the moment she loses enough of her control over herself—

Ah, she needs... How is she already so close again when he's pulled her back from that edge once already? ]

Can't— can't hold it, Diluc...

[ Does she want him to slow down even more? Or speed up and bring her over? Is both a valid option, is the wild thought, even as she knows it's impossible. She just ~~wantsneeds~~aches for as much of him as she can have, in every possible way. ]

... that... makes two of us. (Gods. He's been teetering between it this whole time, not enough yet enough, wanting and needing yet aching in it once he finds himself speeding up just enough to not lose the more tender feeling of this pace he took up. He's so very close to the edge and not wanting to let go of her nor for her to let go of him once his heat builds into an intensity it's a wonder his clothes aren't on fire.

That can be something he worries about later, the fire in him wants out, wants out so desperately in the way he's staring at her. In the way he's up against her right as he doesn't notice how disheveled his ponytail has become, the way it's draping over them just enough with the sweat coming off his body in such a way others would be concerned at the sight.

He'll need water after this before they carry on, is his only thought, that way she didn't worry completely about him knowing his vision can raise his heat to some rather... interesting levels. Especially whenever it comes to them being joined together like this.)

... hold on to me... just like this...

(There's a tenderness in the way he says it, the way he's breathless and wanting. She'd likely want to see more of this from him is his last coherent thought on the matter, before his head goes empty with nothing more than her, only her, in how she drives him insane, how she causes him to melt away into something he thought long gone.

Something he deems will always be meant for her.)

[ Just like this. Eula nods, the slightest movement that at the same time is careful not to break the kiss between them, her fingers and tight on his shirt as her hips continue to arch into his, the increase in speed enough to have her reeling, gasping out in wordless pleasure at the way his thrusts bring her ever closer, the heat building between their bodies until her dress practically sticks to her from the sheen of sweat on her own skin.

When she hits the top of the peak, it's with a sharp cry, her head falling back from the kiss and against the wall, her body stiffening against his for a moment, stretching out like a metal pole, straight and unbending, back arching and breasts pillowing against his chest— And then she comes undone in the next moment, the dam breaking suddenly enough that she sees stars, that she slumps bonelessly back, half against the wall and half against him, eyelids fluttering weakly as her head falls to his shoulder, body still rocking in time with his movements. ]

Diluc— [ It's a helpless, broken gasp against his shoulder, the clutch of her fingers somehow still tight as the rest of her is languid and loose against him. Her mind is temporarily gone in the delayed feeling of pleasure swamping all of her senses, the desperate focus of before shattered and the words able to slip from her tongue and the corners of her lips and into the material of his vest, a murmur spoken mindlessly but in complete honesty. ]

I love you, Diluc.

(There's a moment of silence as his own release follows, tense muscles easing with him taking care to hold her knowing that she likely won't be anywhere near capable of moving. Then again he's not any better, having to support himself with her like this knowing that he did over do it a little with how the start went. He's quiet and breathing, catching his breath from how his panting sounds near ragged whenever she speaks at first.

There's nothing said yet but he is looking at her, wondering what it is she might wish to say before the realization creeps in. Eyes soon widening at hearing those words but not out of fear or anything in the way his cheeks soon heat up similarly to his scarlet locks; did she just... no, he knows he heard it right, here and now then? That's the surprise of it.

At first he contemplates how to answer, if he should knowing she was out of it. Not giving her an answer is worse knowing there's no running away from any of this once he kisses her, preemptively, to help first with any frightened thoughts she might get about it knowing how it just came out.

The answer she deserves, he'll meet it then:)

I love you too, Eula...

(That isn't said through the alcohol either, nor their inability to hold back from being physical, but truly something he wants to say. Wanted to tell her even.)

[ Her eyes close as she feels his heat spill inside her, a softly-voiced exhale of pleasure against his shoulder as her hips finally slow their movements against his, her breath fluttering in the same way her eyes do, her body trembling between the wall and him. And for that vague, dreamy moment, she doesn't even realize what she's said until his mouth finds hers, until he says the same in reply.

I love you too.

She feels her back stiffen, a cord of anxiety tugging tight all of a sudden, and of course there's the immediate urge to flee, to somehow extract herself from between the wall and the man— but as he intended, his kiss works to soothe her suddenly-frayed nerves, and after a moment or two she melts to him, returning the kiss as her body starts to quiver once more, no longer from her release but from the fears settling in.

She doesn't, however, run away, not even when she breaks the kiss to look up at him, a trembling smile on her lips and water in the corners of her eyes. ]

I. I... I didn't mean to say that. [ And yet, she knows, there's no reversing it, no pretending it didn't happen. Not when it's perhaps the most honest thing she's ever said to another person. She is, however, going to stumble over every single one of her words in attempting to explain herself. ] I know it wasn't what we... what we, um, planned. Agreed.

[ It's a good thing she's between him and the wall, because her legs feel as if they're about to give out. ]

Eula.

(For once he looks seriously at her, almost as if mulling over where to start with this at. First would be reminding her that he understands plans don't always stay the same given he knows his back injury is the best example of that. Feelings are a different thing even as he makes sure that she stays still instead of attempting to run again if the thought crosses her mind.

Maybe it's selfish, maybe it's not but there's something he can't deny. Not now or ever when she speaks those words. Her honesty is a rarity which is why at this point he knows better than anyone else to brush it off.) I hate to use my injury as an example but plans can go differently with these things, feelings don't follow a blueprint so to speak which is why I'm telling you I'm not upset. It can be said once in a blue moon and I'd understand why. You don't say these things easily and I'm not going to force you despite it coming out now. (Since that's not how Diluc is as a person. He's not forceful by any means with emotions such as this and with her in general knowing that there's much more she's not use to.)

We're similar yes, but, that doesn't mean that I hold it against you. Say it whenever you wish to I said, I'd answer back with my own heart. So yes, I'll remind you of that as I said before... you don't have to speak it unless you yourself wish to, even if it did come out now. (Because he didn't want her to think that he's going to abandon her. Just for speaking it now, just for being unable to deny the feelings that they both kept quiet for her sake. After spending this long near burning himself into his death with the way he kept pressing onward; of course he's not going to run away or scold her for this.)

I won't say it again unless you wish for me to. If you want to hear me say it, then I'll answer you truthfully no matter how much you're not use to it. I trust you more than I've ever trusted anyone else other than Kaeya. (He can only hope these words do manage to help. Obviously he stands by not forcing her in addition to him only wanting her to know just how far it goes for him; she may have thought originally he was too bold but it's now that makes him realize he was right in two regards. He was in love with her and he always would be.

That part will of course remain quiet because she's already at a point she's dealing with anxiety flaring. It's best to not overload her with all of it for her sake. For now he finds himself wondering if he might have to calm her down more given that his priority is letting her calm down instead of them carrying on first. She does need a chance to gather herself back together.)

Edited 2023-02-11 11:01 (UTC)

[ There's a tremble that passes down her spine from the way he says her name, from the serious look in his eyes as he looks at her, as he starts to talk, and when he's done she's not entirely sure she's heard each of them individually; between the haze from her orgasm and the mingled shock and panic at what she's just said, she's not entirely sure she's processing things correctly. The meaning of them, however, is clear, and Eula reaches up with both hands to cup either side of his face, looking at him in silence for a long moment, her eyes wet and her heart pounding in her breast.

She's scared, but she doesn't want to be. Not when the man in front of her— still joined with her— has given her so much of himself, so willingly, offering kindness and patience and asking for nothing in return. He deserves to have all of her in return, to hear the whole of her heart whenever he wishes rather than rely only on the knowledge he already has.

If you want to hear me say it...

Biting her lower lip, Eula unhooks her leg from where it has been wrapped around Diluc, quiet as her eyes search his face. ]

Then tell me. [ She can feel the anxiety pulling at the edges of her voice even as she looks at him, her eyes pleading and her breath short. ] Say it over and over, as many times as it takes until I don't want to run anymore.

[ Perhaps it's a strange solution, but right now it's the only one she's got. And if it means being able to give him everything, like he deserves, then she has to try. ]

(To say it until she wants to stop running, her pleading and the way she looks at him makes him soften. Telling her until his lungs give out, until he can't say a word anymore or beyond that once he presses forehead to forehead with her at the feeling of her hands cupping his cheeks. There's a sleekness to his skin from how much he was perspiring earlier but that's nothing they mind once he decides he'll give her that answer no matter what; how could he not at seeing her pleas and the way she sounds as if it's not ever enough?)

... I love you. (All spoken before a kiss, murmured again and again between them, all given slowly yet filled with that fire he's long since been giving her. This is all so new to him but he's not backing down from telling her even now with the way he keeps kissing her, speaking it into it, holding her against him knowing they haven't parted yet.

Unless she asks him to stop, he'll keep saying it throughout the night at this rate knowing that he's loved her. Giving her every part of him is something he's long since decided on and this is just something that they both desperately need to say, to remind themselves with even now. His heart burns, but it feels at ease with her ice around it as if a reminder of its own about her feelings.

He needs her so much more than he ever has anyone before, he wants her to the point a lot of his own personal rules have been falling apart into pieces, he aches for her almost as if it'd destroy him more if they for whatever reason became separated or worse.

His lungs burn with all the confessions he makes into her lips, all the slow heated kisses he's giving with a sense of urgency and desperation to the point he didn't wish to part from her. Not for long, not now or ever.

She's the only one who could see him and make him like this.)

[ A tremble passes down her spine when he says the words once more, and then he kisses her and her eyes close, fingers still resting against his cheeks as he speaks. The tears slip from the corners of her eyes and onto her own face, her breath is short and her heart fast. On the first murmur she feels her stomach do an awkward, unhappy flip; but for each time he speaks the words it gets that little bit easier, until the desperate need to run away is no longer the first thing on her mind, but cocooned and supported by his warmth.

Only now does she start to return the kisses, her mouth soft against his and wet with her tears— although why she's crying she couldn't begin to tell him— and her arms move to circle him once more, holding him close in reply to the arms wrapped around her, grateful not just for his support but that of the wall lest her trembling legs collapse underneath her.

She's scared. She's terrified. But holding the words back changes nothing about how she feels, especially now that they're already in the air between them, her mouth to his ears, answered in kind. ]

...I love you too.

[ It's a whisper against his mouth this time, a reply after countless murmurs of the same words against her lips, and she can't quite help the way her hips arch slowly up against his, a sudden need to seal her words not only with kisses but the movements of her body, too, if she can manage to remain upright for long enough.

Archons help her, she never imagined she would feel like this. ]

(Her legs trembling despite how she arches her hips gives him enough reason to remember he should likely move with her instead of allowing her to almost fall from this. It's why his kisses pause for now, idly thinking over how to lift her up so that she didn't have to worry about stumbling the short distance to his bed, might be best to just carry her a specific way then.

After his thought given, he reaches, if she allows it, to take her into a bridal carry first knowing it'd give her the perfect angle to still be close to him while also enabling her to not worry much about falling. He'll carry her like this to his bed... or should he start saying at this rate their bed? Whatever the case, Diluc fully intends to not tell Kaeya about how their night went.

Tonight stays between them as it should now and forever with all the time they'll have; this much is certain of him once he makes his way into the bedroom with her in his arms. His heats still there, still strong, partially from arousal from everything he's giving her but more from his feelings toward her even now.)

Didn't want you to get hurt before I keep saying it...

(That thoughtfulness of his as usual once he moves to set her down on the mattress after closing the door behind him. The room looked exactly as it did that night they came there together, that night where he gave her all of him and told her truly he only wanted her.

Something which still applies now too once he slips his dress shoes off before crawling in back over Eula, for now anyway unless she wanted to take control with a murmur against her lips again:) I love you... (All sealed with another kiss, another slow burning kiss filled to the brim with his emotions. His heart toward her even now.

He won't let go of her heart, which he hopes she realizes.)

[ He's rewarded when he lifts her into his arms with a soft gasp of surprise, a dusting of pink across her cheeks that she hides by burying her face in his neck, her laugh of embarrassment ghosting over his throat like a promise in response to her needing him to carry her yet again. How funny it is that had someone ever told her she would be maidenly enough to practically swoon into a man's arms, she would have sworn the worst kind of vengeance on their person, and yet here she is not even for the first time, being carried to a bed that they share with increasing regularity.

When he sets her down on the mattress, she reaches for him immediately, not wanting to be apart from him, arms circling his shoulders and meeting his kiss with her own mouth; there's a slowness to it that has her trembling, enhanced only by the taste of the words on his lips, and Eula sighs.

(She needs to thank him, later, is the absent thought that flits across her mind for the barest of moments, for thinking once more of her legs and the chance of them failing her in spectacular fashion.)

Her heart is aching with the words, the ice-cold shock of fear being slowly but surely melted under the bright heat of his fire, the same flame that right from the very start has been warring against the dread and the self-doubt and all the horrible things her brain likes to say about her, the inferno of his heart that has clashed time and time against with the walls of ice she's built over the years. Walls that, even now, resist the words he whispers and murmurs against her mouth, that try to spike that fear back into her heart.

She's better than that. ]

I love you too.

[ It's another whisper, a single reply to countless of his, but there's almost voice behind it now, something stronger in the way she whispers it as her arms lock a little tighter around him. ]

(Even if she doesn't remember to thank him it isn't as if he'd blame her knowing there's a lot going on between them. Not that he'd also call her out for swooning either, he knows by now that is asking for trouble now wasn't it? Whenever that flame he holds finds itself easing along it's own wall to begin with more.

A reminder that they do deserve these things, a reminder that he's not some sort of machine and is still human, still a person, still that boy who once ran about with sunshine in his smile before it all faded.

Though it's more that boy became a man who presses onward with heat filled retribution and anger but that is none of it at this time. His lips once again unable to part from hers, with the same murmurs of love between them. That bright flame he lets out coming out more, letting itself free in this inferno that he unleashes once he finds himself starting to be lost in a sense to this feeling of love.

The slow kisses filled with passion, with their heat and his love once he reaches for her to undo his vest knowing he's the one that's more clothed at the moment in that regard. He didn't want to part from their kiss yet or the words he says between them breathlessly, into it no less, just yet.

He can't help in the end to be relieved neither of them are listening to those parts of them that often times scream so loudly. Diluc even is more relieved he manages to even now force it down thanks to that boy he was once coming forth in this as if to say that in the end she was who he was waiting for after he was broken to pieces.

Her tightening her hold on him after responding is enough to give him reason anyway to keep letting his flames gradually engulf them more. To take them both into it's warm heat filled embrace even now.)

[ At first, Eula is lost enough in the promise of those words, whispered time and time again, that she doesn't think about the fact that they're both still mostly clothed, and him more than her. But the movement of his hands to start working on his vest, even as his kisses and murmurs go on without stopping, brings enough of a reminder that she reaches up to help where she can. She wants, Eula thinks, to be with him again, this time completely and wholly, a promise with their bodies that echoes those spoken between them.

Her own hands drop between them, then, starting to work on the buttons of his dress shirt as he pulls back the vest he was wearing over the top of it, the whole time returning those slow, deep kisses with her own, and his words with the same in answer where her heart manage it, her replies becoming slowly more consistent for each whisper he makes.

At this point, everything she knows is him. The tears that sprung to the corners of her eyes are now loose on her cheeks, but she doesn't care, trusts him with them the same way she's learned to trust him in so many other things. ]

I love you, [ she whispers, and this time the words make her heart skip a beat in her chest, the fear gradually being eclipsed by the power of her feelings themselves, and she finds a soft laugh on her lips, something sweet and happy and disbelieving, a momentary grab of his shirt as if to steady herself despite the fact that she's lying down. ] Ah... I love you.

[ Not a reply this time, but a promise of her own, her cheeks bright and warm and her pulse racing under her skin. ]

(For a moment he finds himself in a similar way without realizing she had the same thoughts of wanting to be one completely and wholly. The vest and tie for now finding themselves on the floor with his vision by the time she gets his dress shirt opened up, it's different like this, love instead of the fever pitch passion. Tenderness as well instead of mindlessly losing themselves to the more primal aspect of their feelings toward one another; he did worry a little at seeing the tears knowing how she is with crying only for it to drift away.

His lips near hers this time as she whispers, promises while holding him like this by his shirt for the time being. That normally intense gaze of his easing into something like when he was a boy, the boy she saw back then in that gentle spark of flame in response but at the same time not the same boy.)

I love you too... (Maybe it's all okay to lose themselves this time, being parts of themselves they locked away in the face of their own lives courses changing. His heart is pounding in his chest by now, noticeably so, from their close proximity but it didn't stop Diluc any from this time kissing her like she was air itself.

As if he can't breathe without her, can't get enough of her in general in the way that he's surrendered to her these parts of himself. Everything he felt he long since lost coming back between them once he notices the nagging voices had been silenced perhaps fully to the point he no longer felt as if they were attempting to drown him. Drown away what parts of him she deserves, drown away his heart in fire.)

I love you... (Not a whisper, resolute and driven, voice filling with his intense flames with him knowing that he means every bit of it. Every part of this would be something she has from him in heart and soul, from his love like fire giving her every inch of him.)

[ Her heart is beating quickly in her chest, a soft, warm kind of need and want spreading through her at a more gentle pace to normal, overtaken by the emotion and feeling being shared between them as the whispers and kisses are shared between them. And for once, the saltwater on her own cheeks isn't feared or hidden or brushed away with impatience, but worn with the same surprised pride as the words on her lips, the promises given to him in return for his own.

For Diluc, it's a return to a joy he once felt long ago; for Eula it's an entirely new sensation, a happiness she has never once experienced in her years on Teyvat, a euphoria strong enough that she still doesn't entirely know its edges or how far it extends throughout her, leaving her feeling giddy and silly and excited.

(And maybe later the fear will return, the worry that she needs him now, that she doesn't know what she would do if he were to leave, but right now it's buried deep beneath layers of layers of that excited joy, all anxieties smothered in the bright heat of their moment.)

Her fingers unentangle from his shirt with another whisper, moving to push the fabric over his shoulders instead, and she breaks the kiss as she does, needing the freedom of movement— but she finds herself caught for a moment by him, just looking into his eyes for several moments, hypnotized by something in them before she chuckles at her own expense and shakes her head. ]

Ah, I...

[ She licks her lips and shakes her head again, falling silent before leaning up to press her mouth to his again. She probably shouldn't, should instead focus on removing his pants, or her dress, or something, but right now she feels as if she simply can't go without kissing him for too long. ]

(During that time they parted, that time she pushes off his dress shirt just enough for him to shrug it off to the floor to join his growing clothing pile he finds his eyes locked on to hers. A sort of similar moment is going on with him after finding himself unable to take his eyes off hers, truthfully he thinks her eyes are beautiful. So beautiful, colorful in their own way compared to the embers of his own that sparks just like right now in the way they seem to be a full blown blaze that she's getting the pleasure of seeing.

Whenever she tries to speak only to kiss him, for their mouths to be back to being unable to part for as long as they did, he decides that it's likely on him to undress her too once he idly wonders how to go about getting her dress off to himself but not wanting to part for too long in general.

It felt too right to kiss her, to be so lost with her in the way their bodies were seeking one another out.

That ache he's getting is part of proof of that knowing he's starting to drift back into being worked up into a fever pitch. A pitch that she loves in the way his heat starts to burn again, starts to burn solely for her once their kiss starts to get deeper and deeper. Taking him further down into his want, into his aching need for her even now.

He wants to show her tonight just how much he loves her, just as he plans to beyond it to remind her that he means it no matter what that fear may say. His trousers are still undone since he didn't bother to fix them so it'd be a matter tugging them down the rest of the way once he stops being so preoccupied.

... maybe after he gets her dress off since if he has to wait any longer with her, he doubts that the two of them are going to be able to stop by more than their usual.)

[ For as much as she feels like she can't go without kissing him for long, there's countless reminders as her body shifts against his that neither of them wants to wait forever for this: the slickness between her thighs is one, the the remnant of his last release mixed with the want that still pulses from her; the hardness jutting against her core as they kiss is another, making her ache still more in reply.

She pulls away from their kiss with a soft gasp, and this time her eyes stay shut, another soft laugh on her lips as she pushes him off her so she can sit, only opening her eyes once more once she's sure he's no longer in her sight— and she can't help but giggle again. ]

Sorry. If I look at you, I won't be able to do what I need to do. [ As she speaks, she stands from the bed, unwinding the strap from under her breasts. It falls to the floor and is followed shortly after by the dress, which she unhooks from around her neck and lets slide down over her curves. The last to go is the thong still clinging flimsily to her thighs, soaked through with their combined pleasure. When she turns again, she's naked save for the strappy stilettos and the jewelry, and her hands are halfway up to undo the ribbon holding her hair, showing too clearly the length of her body and the shimmering wet between her thighs—

And her eyes alight on him, that same amused smile finding her lips even as a warm heat colors her cheeks. ]

...Diluc! [ she exclaims, unsure if she's scolding him or embarrassed.

(Or, possibly, even more in love with him than before.) ]

Edited 2023-02-20 03:04 (UTC)

(As much as he didn't want to pull away, for it to end, he understood why she had to do it. His mind for now pulled away as he attempts to focus on undressing the rest of the way, his slacks soon hitting the floor with the rest of their clothes, their visions once he reaches to peel off his briefs. Diluc manages to get half way there with his arousal springing free before he finds himself pausing to stare; breathlessly staring as he looks her over with thoughts of how beautiful she is coming to mind.

Mesmerizing too if he's honest more, for the time being he actually did forget that he's not yet finished with how transfixed he is on her. That is, until she turns and says his name the way she did. Immediately he coughs, cheeks tinted in a hue similar to his red hair once he remembers that he was suppose to be doing something and that something was to finish undressing.)

S-sorry...

(A stutter for a change but she can take this to mean that he did in fact enjoy the thought of her undressing like that. He's going to consider it another thing to file back for the two of them for later; maybe something they can do instead of making a fool of themselves trying to talk dirty.

He hates to admit it but he has a feeling Kaeya would have been laughing had he heard Eula's comment about her thong being drenched. Mainly about the sheer bluntness of it and the fact there wasn't any subtly in it, then again, Diluc would have permitted her to stuff his mouth with the napkins over it.

But really, he finds himself as having had fallen more in love with her just by how he looked at her earlier. Something similar even as he pulls himself together enough knowing that they're both at a point their want is insatiable once his briefs join the pile on the floor.)

Edited 2023-02-20 03:18 (UTC)

[ Her smile broadens a little at the color on his face, the stuttered apology, and she finds herself biting her lip in admiration, this time watching him in silence as he rids himself of his briefs. Despite her amusement, the light scolding in her voice, she can't help but think it's incredibly sexy that he was so distracted by her that he forgot what he was supposed to be doing.

Her hair falls back around her face and neck, the tie falling somewhere to the floor behind her, crossing the remaining soft carpet between her and the bed with her heels still very much on, crawling onto the bed and over him, a hand on his chest to push him back to the bed. ]

Enjoyed the show, did you? [ she murmurs, fingers skating over the skin, mouth lowering to brush lightly against his. ] Maybe I should give you one more often.

[ It's with that same sweet smile that she reaches between them, holding him around the base so that she can hold him steady as she lowers herself against him, a low moan against his lips as he fills her up once more, a tremble running down her spine and into her abdomen, heating her pleasantly from the inside out. Once he's hilted, she stills, allowing them both time to adjust. ]

I love you. [ It's a low gasp against him before she allows their kiss to deepen once more, her tongue sweeping over his lower lip in search of entrance to his mouth, her other hand coming up to rest on his face, fingers running through the strands of his hair.

She feels like she can't get enough of him, enough of the words and the connection binding them together, the desire she has for him. She shows it by starting to move her hips, a slow rocking motion, lifting and falling against him as she moans again into their kiss. ]

(By the time she comes in closer his heat begins to swell again, the hand pushing him back to the mattress against his chest was definitely feeling it, but it also had come from him thinking about her words about the 'show' she gave him now. Somehow he's fine with that thought as he decided earlier, the thought of watching her or her watching him even based off her own reaction to it.

Attractive isn't the half of it when it comes to her to him, sexy fits perhaps, so would gorgeous and beautiful. It's all enough to make him almost forget anything at the sight of her, like right now with his thoughts quieting down to being more about this moment between them as he settles his warm hands on her waist.)

... maybe that goes both ways then. (He murmurs that into their brief kiss, against her lips for now resisting the urge to kiss her breathless for a little longer.) So something else for later...

(Once she takes him by the base he exhales a bit sharply, the sensation of her lowering herself down making him feel drunk more than the wine they had earlier. It's still hanging about on him but not as strongly; it's a wonder that he wasn't drunker than that but likely for the best since he did resist the urge to keep drinking to avoid reminding her that he gets clingy.)

I love you too. (The groan leaving him muffled by their lips as he speaks, his lips parting for her as their kiss deepens. As he finds himself drowning now, as he finds himself falling further with her; falling so swiftly with her as he begins to melt more.

He couldn't get enough of her either, not her words, not her lips, not even that mutual desire between them and being one like this. His groans leaving him into their kiss and mixing with her moans as he starts to follow her rhythm she sets with his own hips rocking along. If anything Diluc felt as if he's more on fire now, more between them as if burning everything between them.)

Edited (Correction I forgot to do for a bit.) 2023-02-22 05:39 (UTC)

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