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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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[ If she knew he was worrying about Adelinde hearing— although of course she can somewhat guess that that much is true— Eula might redouble her efforts in an attempt to make him louder, just so he does indeed get punished. Might, because in reality she wouldn't, not when she knows she really shouldn't be doing this herself. After all, despite her demand for him not to move, there's still a chance he fails to hold himself back, and then she will singlehandedly be responsible for making the issue worse. He should be resting, not gripping the sheets in a hungry desperation while his heat spikes, his arousal throbbing hungrily against the back of her throat.

Should be, and yet despite all of that, Eula can't help herself. He came so frighteningly close to being gone, gone without her saying the things she knows she needs to say (even if she can't find a way to bring them to her lips), so frighteningly close that now with the anger gone it's the least she can do to show him—

—and maybe in a small part hearing him choke back his moans of pleasure is a reminder in and of itself that he's okay, that he made it through and he's here with her.

She moans once more around him as she finds a smooth rhythm that takes him to the back of her throat each time, and with him trying for quiet, the obscene noises of the act echo in the room along with her sharp breaths through her nose, her occasional whimper as she rubs her hand and fingers against herself. And it's not enough, can't be enough when the fabric of her bodysuit protects her from the most intimate of touches— but her focus right now is on him, on the way she can feel his muscles tensing as her tongue drags along his length with each pull up, the way his arousal throbs on each plunge back down. ]

(It felt impossible, the sounds he just barely keeps down enough for her ears only, the way he's trying to keep a grip to not let himself move, the fact he's so desperately hungry for her that he doubts just once will be enough; it all is killing him even as he makes himself hold still. Hunger mixed in with his desire for her, his want of her and even the unsaid words that hover between them with each moment drawing him closer.

Closer into the edge that he's so near with each throb, the heat at a point if one might look closely it's almost as if he's breathing tiny sparks mixed into smoke from his resonance flaring by the sweat trailing along his body.

The feeling is enough to remind him that he's alive too. That she's there, she's not gone either even with what happened, that everything will be fine. He feels all of that is better than him being so stuck within himself that even Kaeya would grow worried about his current state due to unintentionally breaking that promise.

The heat soon enough swelters into his release as he falls, fast, unable to help himself in his desire, unable to help himself from simply craving more of her with the thoughts being left behind. As he thought, one time won't be enough with the release of feelings he tried to avoid building though he's not moving just as she wanted; giving her the control she wished for from his trust, every inch of him being hers to touch though he near thought she would have tied him down too.)

[ His peak comes a little faster than she might have otherwise thought, knowing him as she does, but his body warns her enough by itself that she's prepared, throat working into a swallow at the same moment as he releases so that his seed floods her mouth for just a moment before being drawn back. His taste coats her tongue as she drags it back up his length, a slow lick or two across the tip to draw the last beads of fluid before she finally pulls back with a gasp for air, head tilting back as her eyes finally open to seek his gaze.

Her mouth remains open as she sucks in breath after breath, eyes clouded and blown-out with her own lust even though her hand has stopped its movement against her own core for now, and she licks her lips as she watches him, knowing how she must look not just in action, but in the shameless, wanton expression on her face, the way her mouth is swollen and her cheeks pink. ]

...Well. [ It's about all she can really think enough to say right now, what with the throbbing between her own legs driving her mad, not to mention the pleasure of watching him freefall through his own afterglow. She wants to say much more, of course, but the words won't come regardless, so for now she just reaches up, brushes her fingers against his lips, a tender movement in sharp contrast to the way her tongue darts over the swollen lips once more. ]

(Really he didn't expect his peak to be this soon either, he'd have thought that he'd last a little longer but part of it could be in part due to him being more sensitive, more responsive to her. Even now it's apparent he's still hungry for her, still craving all of it in the way his heat filled eyes look at her knowing that he isn't allowed to move.

Her finger tips brushing up against his lips causes him to kiss into them, the heat of his lips strong still from this time the heat not fading as much as it did before. His body has gotten use to it more perhaps but there's still the fact he can't help it in the way she looks at him making him near shiver from want; gods, he can't talk either to her as much as he wants to but it's apparent that her actions is drawing more from him.

More heat, more desire.

It's going to be a miracle if he doesn't burn holes into his sheets throughout this potentially long night between them of keeping it down, of not alerting others that some things had boiled over between them both from their hearts to the point words fail them.)

[ Another tremble courses down her spine at the look in his eyes when his lips purse against her fingertips, at the heat in the movement and the way she sees his body suppressing a shudder of pleasure; despite his having just tipped over the edge she can see and feel that he's still filled with just as much want as she is, and it's enough to make her swallow hard against the dryness suddenly inhabiting her mouth despite the taste of him still filling it, another dart of her tongue over her lips.

Archons, she's forbidden him from moving, he shouldn't move, and yet the want she's feeling— the want it seems he's feeling too— is as heavy in the air as that first night in his Mondstadt abode, the hunger after days of yearning. She wants to give him more, and yet...

What else can she do exactly while he's like this? Even seating herself in his lap like she did that night would be too much for him right now, she's sure.

She sighs, her fingers dipping between the crease of his lips, a teasing incursion as her other hand flutters close to her own abdomen, the ache between her own legs not aided at all by her actions or by the way he looks at her. And when she speaks, her voice is soft, perhaps even with a hint of shyness at the edges as the words come bluntly: ]

What can I do for you, Ragnvindr? Do you... I can use my mouth again, or my hand.... I just don't want you to move.

Just... I trust you, take me however you want to, since it's you that I want... (His voice betrays him attempting to keep it from sounding raw with hunger and want. He really only wants her is what he's trying to say, it didn't matter how with this in the intensity of everything. It's a feeling that pushes past knowing he shouldn't be moving either. If she gets on top he'll force himself to stay still obediently to her earlier demand.

It's going to pain him how much he'd want to but he'll remind himself to not dare; she would be upset if he did it.

He wants more so he wants her to give him everything. He won't completely lose himself as long as she doesn't decide to break him into moving in the end even if they both knew he shouldn't be. This isn't something that he can ignore with the fact that he doesn't think just that will be enough either; the ache was like before with wanting inside of her but he'd understand if she avoids it despite that ache.

Even the way she teases him into kissing along her fingers again from his current position due to them dipping the way they did. Gods, she really is going to make him lose his mind and he just barely survived the Lector itself.

It's killing him to know that she equally wants too and that she's restraining herself that much for his sake.)

[ She watches him in silene for a moment, another tremble running down her spine in response to the raw hunger in his voice; she knows he wants the one thing she won't let herself do— the one thing she also wants with the same hunger and near desperation. There's another helpless stroke of her tongue along her lower lip, her eyes darkening in response to the kisses along her fingers. Archons... ]

Sit up again. [ It's said as abruptly as the decision appears in her mind, and Eula stands up from the bed, forcibly pulling herself away from him and raising her hands to her clothing instead, her focus shifting away from him as much as it can to focus on ridding herself of the many layers she wears. Although she should at least...

Her voice is softer as she adds: ] Carefully. And... leave some room for me.

[ She lets him work at that while she strips down, removing first her support strap and her jacket, then the bodysuit and her thin black panties before finally unstrapping the tall boots she wears, stepping out of them and letting everything puddle on the floor behind her. Only then does she move back to the bed, sitting herself next to him, her eyes soft— yet hungry— as they examine his face. ]

Still no moving.

[ The arm nearest to him stretches across him, forearm laid across his abdomen so that she can take him up in her hand, a slow cup around his still-flagging arousal; at the same time she reaches between her own legs with the other, fingers slipping between her folds to tease at the throbbing heat. She moves slow, not wanting to overwhelm him with sensations despite it being torment for her own body and its hunger for release, something he can no doubt see in the way her expression turns into something strained, a sharp breath between her lips as her head leans into his. ]

(Though he did as she instructed, with a manner of care in her 'demand' which she later mentions to do anyway. He knew that he still wouldn't be able to move but it didn't help very much like the first time he found himself unable to look away from her; he stares as he's always done without a second thought. The obvious attraction and thoughts of her still taking his breath away even now hovering there, he couldn't help himself in that regard either.

Diluc can truthfully say even now he'd never lose that feeling he gets from them both laid bare around one another whether it be after such moments of passion or not.

He did have a similar idea that he would have to wait, which is the intention, whenever he's healed he'll answer back with his own feelings and she can be certain of that too in the way that his own gaze softens even if he has his own hunger lacing every part of it in response to her. The heat filling his eyes and everything soft as ever toward her who he thinks now he yearns for deeply.

There's enough room as she wanted too before he near wonders if using his hand on her would count as moving too much. Likely would so he won't dare press that issue unless she chooses to take one of them instead once he finds himself hissing from pleasure again. The thoughts gone as quickly as they came between that and another kiss between them for now.

He'll count this as being enough of a second miracle that Adelinde is choosing to not come up to check on them.)

[ Admittedly, Eula hasn't even considered the idea that someone might come to check on them. It likely comes in part from the fact that deep down she knows she's being selfish with his time, that there might be others who want to check up on him, to make sure he's okay... It's knowledge she has, but pushes down, wanting to focus instead on him, on the fact he's here and next to her, breathing—

—and hissing as he takes her mouth with his, capturing her moan as her hips cant toward her hand, aching in pleasure and need.

(Because oh, does she need—)

Her return of his kiss is a little sloppier than it might otherwise be, distracted in the way she rubs and rolls her fingers over him, slowly coaxing his body into wanting as much as his mind and heart do, fingertips stroking over his slit before cupping and sliding down his length, slow, drawn-out pumps of her open fist— But distracted even more by the way her legs flutter in anticipation; the slow pace is too little for the hunger, and it's almost impossible at this point to keep her hand in steady rhythm with his, her hips arching, body aching and trying to force her to move her fingers faster, push them further in search of pleasure she won't give herself just yet. It has her keening into his mouth even as she returns the kiss as best as she can, as she pants and moans and trembles next to him.

(Would that he could touch her too, she thinks, but the stubborn worry holds him back from asking it aloud.) ]

(This isn't something he's thinking much of either now about others coming to check on him; instead he focuses his attention on her. There's a want to touch her too there, it's obvious in the way his hand near twitches from him attempting to remind himself she said he can't move. Would she mind if he did move his hand at most given he's certain she can feel the heat of it from their current position? And perhaps how it's twitching and easing as a reminder she hasn't taken it herself.

That thought aside, he's also reaching a point his own body is craving more finally too with the way he's starting to throb, to ache, and to just simply crave her further beyond the slow pace. Maybe it's why during the kiss he can't help but murmur:) ... did you... want to use my hand then instead...? (Stubborn worry seems to have gone out the window finally, traded with a desire to touch her instead of holding himself back as he tried to earlier.

It's impossible to ignore it in the need he has, if he can't take her the way they both did desire thanks to his injury for now then he'll give her his heat in any other manner she wishes. Truthfully he doubts at this point he'd have minded if she quite literally found other ways to take advantage of him being unable to move if anything catches her fancy.

... gods, Kaeya would be laughing right now at the thought of Diluc doing something that obscene like letting Eula sit on his face if she wanted to or anything else.

But that isn't the point of him wanting to let her do whatever she chooses with him whether he's injured or not when their heat and more becomes unbearable. He'll let her take as she wishes too to, it wouldn't be fair if it was simply only him taking in the end as is.)

N-No.

[ It's not true; she does want his hand, almost desperately so, especially with the heat she can feel from where it sits, the heat it's generating in response to Diluc's want; she knows he wants to do it just as much as she wants him to do it— And yet her words hold firm between their lips, even as her hips stutter in frustration against her own fingers. ]

Told... told you... mmn. [ It's hard to even finish a sentence. She swallows hard, parting from the kiss long enough to do so, her breath harsh against his lips as she tries again: ] Told you not to move. That... a-ah, that would be moving. So no...

[ She presses her lips against his again, perhaps an effort to prevent him from arguing against her on it, her movements continuing at a pace far too slow for her own liking, although as she feels him hardening under her touch once more she does allow herself to speed up just a little. ]

Is it... it's okay? Not too much too soon?

[ And then, without even a pause for breath, a gasped-out request, the idea striking her lips before it even settles in her mind: ]

Tell me what you would do. If... If I let you touch.

It's not... too soon. (What he would do then for her second question...? It's hard to think of it, the thought of touching her is there but he's certain on one thing about it even as he finds himself having small ideas about it between kisses. Between them both having to breathe; right as he parts his lips in response to it though it took a beat for him to gather his thoughts together just enough.)

... maybe... press the heat into you... slowly... first. Work it into you through my fingers... but not enough to burn. (He wants her to feel pleasure not like she's going to have somewhere that sensitive melting and on fire in a painful way. Though he's positive she'd kill him if he did burn her folds.

His resonance can always complicate things which is maybe why he idly wonders if he should mention the other thought that he knows Kaeya would in fact label him obscene about with his usual tone being all too cheerful about it. Even if he'd want to punch him for it, it's still something Diluc himself wants to potentially do if she wants it more.)

That or... if you wanted my tongue instead... (At the cost of them not being able to kiss for awhile because he'd put it to task on her in retaliation to being driven this insane from want. Like right now with how much he's hardening and gods is it starting to get unbearable in both forms.)

Mm, good... [ It's what Eula says out loud, even though her mind is singing praises of thanks to Barbatos, because she's simply not sure for how much longer she can continue at this pace without breaking; and so having him confirm his readiness for her changes her pace instantly, the hand wrapped around him starting to stroke faster, almost pumping more than stroking, no longer spending the time to slowly and teasingly explore but giving him everything.

And at the same time, she spreads her legs a little wider, two fingers pressing into her entrance in a hard and fast rhythm, just in time for Diluc to start answering her other request, talking about pressing the heat into her... about taking his tongue to her...

She curses against his mouth, hips canting against her fingers almost frantically at this point, her movements against him stuttering just slightly although after a moment she manages to gain her momentum back, matching her own rhythm as she gasps and moans. ]

Gods. Tell me... tell me what you'd do with your tongue, Ragnvindr. Please.

[ Forget his resonance, she's burning up all on her own, practically able to feel the heat of his fingers in her despite the reality of it being her own cool touch, stomach clenching and thighs trembling as she draws ever closer, breath ragged and helpless. ]

(At this point talking near feels impossible even as he tries to get the words together. How would he show her without going there... it's a thought he had until he remembers the way she tortured him before with running her own tongue across his lips. There's enough of an idea springing to mind that if words are going to fail him then maybe he can show her with that to a degree knowing the searing heat of his tongue in these moments.

Though he's grunting quietly against her lips, it isn't long before he starts to use some of his newfound thoughts to his advantage but not before trying to get out some manner of words:) ... it near... feels impossible to think, so I'll show you another way. (Would Kaeya be proud of him? Probably. Whenever he runs that searing tongue of his across her lips, tortuously slowly, he's teasing her just about first knowing the heat of it.

Knowing that she can't get enough of that heat either. It feels almost like as if despite injury he's growing confident enough to experiment or maybe use other methods to express his intentions for these things since he knows that normally he tends to go off her mood. Initiating this is going to be a first since originally it was her tongue coaxing his to act to begin with anyway; a fact which he's hoping he learned enough from.

Honestly Diluc's more thankful that the experience he got from their time... dating? He guesses it's dating, was more than enough to learn from though some things like dirty talk are out of reach. Enough that Kaeya would laugh the two of them aren't use to it; maybe enough that Diluc would pour more mint berry down his throat.)

Edited (I NEED TO STOP DOING THIS WHILE WAKING UP.) 2023-01-22 17:02 (UTC)

[ He'll... show her? Doesn't that mean he's going to move? She's meant to stop, to pull away if he tries to do that, and yet she... she can't stopm not like this, not when she's getting so close, when—

The conflicted thoughts are silenced by the slow, torturous stroke of his tongue over her mouth, mimicking the way he might explore between her legs, and Eula lets out a helpless cry, the movement of her fingers moving in a sudden staccato as the wave of pleasure hits her, hips jerking up in a helpless, untimed motion, walls clenching and pulsing around the intrusion of her fingers. The pumping of her hand on his arousal stutters in much the same way, for a moment losing the rhythm until she steadies again, her breath coming in short and sharp gasps against his lips.

She's still... ]

Just, mm... just once, Ragnvindr?

[ She was trying for something teasing, but the words that come out of her mouth are pleading and helpless, shaking with the onslaught of her orgasm. The truth is, he's right— she can't get enough, not if the rocking of her hips against her own fingers is to be believed, her movements not slowing but actually speeding, keeping pace with her other hand pumping over Diluc's hardness, her mouth against his without seeking to kiss, wanting more of the teasing of his tongue. ]

Please...

(He's not going to move on top of her, thankfully, teasing her mouth like this is enough for him. She won't let him move so this is fine enough with how close he's getting to begin with; he can feel himself nearing the edge fast even now. His tongue soon enough once her mouth is back against his with parted lips, with it teasingly brushing up against hers once given the chance after the last time she speaks. The heat of it being strong, searing in comparison, but keeping a slow rhythm in the way it brushes up against it, the way he's using that to make himself not dare think of moving.

It's hard to focus knowing that he's on his way to his peak but he has to give her this much; he wants her to know what he'd do if he could since he doubts the obscene act coming to mind would be a good idea to begin with knowing he is still injured and he's not certain is suddenly trapping his head between her thighs would help either. Part of why Diluc is deciding to not bring it up is thanks to that.

For now his moans are escaping him into her mouth since it works to make sure nobody could catch them, he thinks, since really he doubts Eula wants to be caught with him tongue deep in her mouth in the middle of them letting out emotions they've both long since avoided. To the point of it being a wonder that he can actually do these things without feeling some manner of repulsion.

Gods. He still remembers how he thought himself hopeless and this just reinforces the belief with him simply wanting to give her what he can knowing he can't move without hurting himself more.

To give her everything he can so that she knows he's still here with him feeling himself near borderline pulsating with how much he's holding back just to let her have that. All with the way he's using his tongue to tease her own, all with him giving her his heat like this.)

[ The slow teasing of his tongue along her mouth, mimicking what he would do between her legs if given the chance, makes her gasp and part her lips a little more to him, hips stuttering against her fingers as if somehow the feeling can be transferred in such a way, even if the slow teasing of it is so different, contrasting so sharply from the quick, near-frantic movements of her hands.

He's doing a good job of staying quiet, and she's trying too but not doing quite as well at this point— whether it's due to the fact that she's recovering from an orgasm or building up to another or perhaps some combination of both, the result is that her moans and gasps against his mouth are a little too loud for her to be okay with later on... even if right now she doesn't notice or care.

Right now, honestly, she doesn't notice or care about anything at all. Even the thoughts of how much she's changed are long gone from her head, clouded over as it is with desperation. ]

Ragn—vindr...

[ It's a helpless, shaky moan against his lips, Eula gasping out as she comes on her own fingers again, and this time her movements over his arousal are stalled for a few seconds, grip a little too tight around his base, forming a barrier of sorts as her fingers tense involuntarily, a curse on her lips after a moment before she loosens the grip— but does not yet start stroking him again. ]

S-sorry, just... just a second, I just need...

[ She doesn't even realize how she might have affected him, between the fingers still buried deep within her and the haze in her mind trying to find any leftover sanity to recover enough that she might continue.

(By the Archons, it doesn't help that the only thing on her mind is that when he does that to her for real, it's going to break her in two...) ]

... you don't... have to keep going if you want to rest... I can probably... (Probably get it back down even if the ache of it just hit him from being edged like this. Ironically another thing they may have just found out again without intentionally looking; gods, how much more is there they'll find? He's all but positive that it's going to result in them winding up at some point in some manner of compromised position if Kaeya decides to surprise visit during the act.

A thought which would annoy Diluc but right now he's not focused on that knowing that he's more worried about her current state from imagining the heat of his tongue due to his ministrations with just about entangling their tongues together. Admittedly the grip she did have before she loosened up did little to help the ache but not in a bad way.

If anything it pleases him that he has that much of an idea on how to get her imagination going for whenever he could.

For the time being however, he's certain that she'll be pleased to learn with this wiping him out he definitely will not be moving until her next visit. Unless she decides to talk Kaeya into covering for her for awhile to keep an eye on him in which case he wouldn't be fazed by that; really it'd sound about right knowing he shouldn't be moving much.

And his stubbornness can cause issues occasionally.)

Just... take your time, maybe when I heal enough...

[ Right now, Eula's brain is too frazzled to really get much of what's going on, at least to the extent of understanding that she's halted his orgasm right at the edge, much less why he would tell her it's okay if she needs to rest; the only thing on her mind right now is making them both feel good, showing him what her words can't say by sharing this with him, and so he's met with a small confused frown and a shake of her head.

She's silent for a few moments, unmoving except for the returned ministrations of her tongue with his, the soft panting against his lips, the involuntary jerking movements of her hips as they spasm through the last moments of her second release in mere minutes. Only then does she speak, her voice a whisper: ]

I'm fine.

[ And her hand starts moving again over him, a pumping motion at a speed quickly growing to match her movements from before; the other hand with its fingers still pressed into her moves too, slipping out from between her folds and raising between them, pulling back from his exploration of her mouth as without a moment's thought or hesitation she slips those same fingers between his lips, letting him taste her the way he would if his tongue was where she's been imagining it to be.

Involuntarily, she bites her lip, the sight of him sending a shiver of pleasure down her still-tingling spine. ]

(He only suggested it out of worry despite the fact he wanted to keep going too with how she reacted. It did alleviate said worries to see that she isn't as bad off as he would have thought knowing that he did give her enough of an idea on what he wants to do to her, maybe as he thought he doubts he'd be able to talk the way Kaeya does shamelessly but... if actions are enough then that's fine by him. Especially if it makes her want more of it for after he's not laid out in bed.

Diluc does hope she realizes that whenever he's at a point his back isn't an issue that he intends to make good on his 'teasing' in some manner. All by giving her his answer since he couldn't fully now; the answer she'll get is going to result in another day of work missed perhaps even if neither of them mind the thought after memories of when they couldn't hold back in Mondstadt came to mind.

Those thoughts soon enough however were gone, faster than the winds that travel around, faster than they came once she picks up her speed again. He wasn't at the peak as he was earlier but it was making a rather quick return, by how he groans from how drawn out it was. She might not miss he liked this happening but he can't say that it's another thing he dislikes her having knowledge of about his body; it is after all his trust she's getting in the way he gives it to her.

His mind had been distracted enough to at first half notice she was doing something, moving, he almost thought that Eula was about to start on herself again whenever he feels her slip her fingers right into his searing hot mouth. He almost blinks at the realization of what's happening before he runs his tongue along them with a pleased hum at the taste.

Perhaps a good thing she did this since ironically by the time he reaches his peak he near was too loud, without it dampening the sound of him moaning anyway when his second release finally comes. Gods, he's feeling dazed from the heat leaving him fully, returning to its usual pitch in his body until they find themselves unable to hold back again.)

Edited 2023-01-23 17:27 (UTC)

[ Truth be told, he's not wrong in thinking that she'd be pretty badly off right now. Her focus is still shot, and in reality it's only her desperate want for him to feel as good as she does that sees her through; her mind is still very much clouded by her imagination and the thought of what he would do to her with his tongue if he weren't confined by his injury and her words. It's not helped by the moans he makes, the way his tongue slips along her fingers as she feels him spill over her other hand, sending more shudders of pleasure down her spine.

Her fingers stroke over him once, twice more, gathering his seed as she nurses him throughout his release, and then she pulls back, that hand lifting to her lips so she can clean her fingers off with her tongue just as he is doing, her eyes on his the whole time—

(and Archons be damned if it doesn't send another spark of pleasure right between her legs)

—before she withdraws her fingers from her mouth and his, her breath still short on her lips. ]

I want you to know that if you ever get hurt like this again, I...

[ She pauses, shaking her head. Honestly, she's not even sure what she would do, between all the different ways her brain is pulling her on the subject: would she cry again like she did before? Rage? Tie him to the bed and not let him touch her until he's healed? Perhaps all of the above, even if this time has proven that her reaction is far more physical than perhaps is good for him.

(Then again, that might have had something to do with those unspoken feelings burning in her breast.) ]

Just... don't get hurt again. And... [ She smiles, an expression somewhat teasing as she shakes her head. ] And hurry and get better so you can show me what you were thinking of for real this time.

(Oh gods, another thing he found attractive, her licking her fingers off the way she did while staring at him. Really it's a wonder he hasn't cracked entirely on breaking her demand with how much he just discovered about himself; too much of it is likely going to be used by her and he can assume that already. Based off the way he swears he noticed the thought was attractive to her too, the action itself anyway though he's not saying a word on that.

They've both worn each other down didn't they enough?

Or she wore him down while he attempted to use her imagination to assist her own movements knowing that he couldn't do it himself.

The words she speaks after does cause Diluc to soften up in turn, she didn't want him hurt if he can help it which he understands. Not on this level again anyway. The concern and his hand soon enough reaching out to cup her cheek once more to remind her that even he could still feel his own unsaid feelings hovering about too.

It's something the two of them sought to show, properly next time, since he's all but positive they might wind up teasing one another to hell and back knowing that he can't move. Or at the very least she might tease him leading up into his recovery in any sort of way that she can get given recent discoveries. He's already thinking Adelinde herself might tie him down instead of Eula with how she would not be thrilled by the idea of him near being a bit too physical mid-recovery.)

I'll still do that... I hold no intentions of getting hurt the way I use to, Eula. I did promise you. (Something he stands by too is keeping that promise to not do as he once would have. He'd let her have his all however once he's healed.) ... it's going to be hard I think keeping my hands off you during this with recent discoveries this time.

[ When his hand cups her cheek, Eula's face turns into it, a small smile and a press of her hips against the palm. As much as she wants to tell him off for making another promise that he can't be guaranteed to keep, she also knows that this time he really did try his best not to get hurt... which admittedly makes her wonder just how bad it's been in the past, the times that left him with the scars he wears now.

...Maybe she needs to give Alberich more credit. Sticking with someone in that frame of mind couldn't have been easy.

Her attention is drawn away but what he says next, though, and her brows raise, a question on her lips that doesn't immediately come. Recent discoveries...? It implies something new, something discovered even just now, but... she's not sure. Of course, with her not realizing exactly what she put him through with cutting off his second release just before he could reach it— and also not really aware of how commanding she got earlier— she can only think of that other thing, the thing both of them have confessed to thinking without saying it, the thing that scares her more than anything despite how much her body and heart wanted to show him.

She frowns slightly. ]

What, ah... what recent discoveries might these be, Ragnvindr?

[ If she sounds a little anxious, it's because she is. Despite how careful he's been so far, there's a small part of her worried that he'll let it slip, and then she'll be back to square one with her own mind and instincts. Still, she manages a small smile to offset that momentary frown, and her hand, still wet with her saliva, comes up to cover his.

Maybe she shouldn't have asked, but... she trusts him, even if she's anxious about it.

Sometimes her brain is tiring. ]

Edited (Third time's a charm?) 2023-01-24 05:33 (UTC)

(Ah, he noticed her anxieties looks like from his choice of words. That was unintentional on his part knowing they were keeping silent on it for her sake.) ... apparently I like being edged? Was that the term? And liked it when you got commanding. (The words felt foreign to say mind you, but he did seem apologetic for nearly making her run away again. Maybe it's why he softens up for the time being with that thought in mind, hand caressing her cheek for the time being as if gathering what he should say first after that.)

The other thing we silently expressed however, I want to say it aloud whenever you don't feel the urge to run again, if that makes sense. I want the words to be something that I want to tell you at the end of it... whenever you can say you feel ready too, to hear it. (Because that was what he desires most of this. To tell her the truth of his heart once she's ready. He won't do it before then, because that's what he felt was best for her knowing that there's some things the two of them objectively aren't use to it. Not the way others are anyway.

Kaeya himself though he stuck with Diluc through thick and thin regardless of his reckless behavior prior to him eventually promising he'd do his best to not get hurt the way he would before. Somehow he wonders if he should tell her to ask Kaeya about the full extent of his recklessness before she came into the picture. It might be best anyway.)

If... you're wondering I guess more on how terrible I was at caring for myself, Kaeya does have stories. I wasn't exactly prone to caring for myself that well. (Not the way he should until after she had him promise to not do anything stupid on terms of it. Which... honestly he knows can be up in the air depending and he is starting to get better at being cautious over enraged.

He can do that much for Eula anyway.)

[ When he answers her, he's met with surprise, an embarrassed parting of her lips as she looks at him with wide eyes, and if it weren't for the gentle caress of his hand she'd probably pull away in her embarrassment, but in the end she stays put under his touch, allowing him to see if he so wishes the cogs turning in her mind, the realization slowly settling as she understands exactly what she did... ]

I... would apologize for accidentally doing that, but if you liked it, I suppose no harm was done, right?

[ No harm, true, although it doesn't do anything to help her— her mind is very suddenly alight with possibilities, Eula's mouth feeling a little too dry suddenly as she thinks back to the time he pinned her to the couch a couple of weeks back. Could she edge him to the point of frustration that he does that again, she wonders? Could she, possibly, push him to more? The involuntary swipe of her tongue over her lower lip is perhaps enough of a sign, if he's looking for it, that she's chased the worry away herself, at least for now—

Although his follow-up words a moment later certainly help in that regard too, an assurance that he won't speak up until he knows that she's ready, knows that she won't be left with an urge to just run and run and never stop. As he speaks, she smiles, the expression gentle compared to the movement of her tongue just moments before, and she loops her fingers through his with a small smile.

How, she catches herself thinking, did she get so lucky as to have this man in front of her? (It's a thought that makes her cheeks color as she chases it away to focus on his words, which this time make her shake her head, a certain sobriety brought back to her through them.) ]

Mm... maybe I won't. It might make me mad to know how little you looked after yourself in the past.

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