[ The sensation against his feathers clues Nico back in to the fact that he's wearing them at all, but the mask stays; he's wary of letting Ea see all that fury underneath, the roiling fog of his eyes, the inhuman glow of his rage-trembling expression. It's easier to still them under the obstruction, even if the faint tremor of his voice might give it all away.
He's grateful when Ea magics their blood off. He doesn't mind smelling it on her, not usually, but not tonight. Right now, he can't stand smelling someone else on her. ]
It doesn't matter what he did to me, [ he whispers. Almost like a threat, directed towards a man who's already dead. ] He tried to hurt you. I was just another tool in his arsenal.
[ And he can't forgive that, not really. Nico may be used to being used, but not against someone, let alone against someone he loves. He kisses against Ea's jaw again, hitching her closer to his chest. ]
[ Poor Elgar. More of a nuisance than a threat, just like he'd always been - even in the old days, when Ea had been the favoured dagger of their Guildmaster, the elf had been ruffled by the idea of a young tiefling girl being better at the job than him. She can connect the dots fairly easily now, in the aftermath:
Blackbirds going leave the Guild either in a coffin or in a ditch. She'd taken out her biggest opposition to her decision to not be a part of that soul-sucking gang anymore, the Guildmaster himself, in the most backstabbing of ways. Taught him a lesson, too, in not being too overconfident and trusting his iron fist could keep everyone afraid of him, and obedient. She hadn't exactly stood behind for the lesson to sink in, but whatever.
His death was on her hands. The warehouse burning to ashes, also on her hands. But she'd left everyone else alive, trusting the ones who - like her - had always dreamed of leaving would take the opportunity to leave. She can connect more dots: Elgar seeing it as a chance to put himself in charge, building the Blackbirds for his own gain, until the island became too small for his ambition. Elgar coming to the continent, finding his way to Baldur's Gate. Maybe he'd thought he'd go after the Underduke next. Maybe not.
And hearing about the tiefling that had ruined his long game on the island, and thinking of taking revenge, and - she snorts under her breath. ] His main mistake is wanting to talk my ear off.
[ But then finally, the scattering of dots she keeps trying to connect fades away, scattered to the winds, as Nico kisses her jaw and she finally lets his words sink.
He hates it, the idea that he could be a tool. She hates it too. She cups his face in both hands, now clean, and looks down at him in this position. Mask or not, she thinks she can see down into his soul, can guess exactly the type of threatening storm that roils in his eyes. ]
It matters to me. [ Quiet, but clear. ] What he did to you, what anyone does to you - it matters to me. I would burn the world down if it guaranteed your safety.
[ She glances down at his mouth, an ache settling in the pit of her stomach. Want, yearning sort of want, coils around her throat like a noose. She has to force her eyes back up to his mask, the viccinity of his eyes. ] They might not be the only ones. I should tell you - I want to tell you everything about my past, but I'm selfish and afraid you won't want me after.
[ Nico has little empathy for Elgar; maybe that scares him, in a way. His lack of remorse for the gore he still feels under his foot and his inability to remember what the elf sounded like when he crushed his skull remind him that there's something wrong with him, that under the map of his skin, he's wearing something that doesn't look like everyone else.
It's more tolerable when Ea has her hands on him, when she tells him that he matters. All of this strangeness serves a purpose with her, when she looks at him and touches him and tells him that he's needed. Goddess, he'd threatened calling her mid-sex, but a part of him believes it. Rootless and unmoored, she really could be his religion.
Scarred, feathered, the scent of blood still thick on his skin even after the cleaning off: ]
I want all of you. Your past, your present, your future.
[ He whispers it. Someone who isn't familiar with Nico might find his cadence poisonous; too yearning to be normal, too gentle to be trustworthy. No one should really dote on anyone this way, should be so permissive without bringing morals into the equation, but. Well.
Sometimes, blood is thicker than water. Nico, with the single-mindedness of the divine, rubs foreheads with Ea despite the obstruction of his mask. ]
[ She exhales so slowly, breath shuddering out of her, fanning against his lips and ruffling the lower feathers of that mask. A part of him, not a disguise, he'd told her; the manifestation of whatever excess of magic that courses through his veins.
She can't believe she ever thought him confusing and adorable, when he now has her whole heart in his hand. Exhale over, the words sink in - your past, your present, your future - and the words stumble out before she can help it. ]
What if there isn't a future? What if I - [ She sucks in a breath, letting her eyes flutter closed. Her heart thuds in her chest, now that the dark thoughts have been voiced. She thought, sincerely, that she would not make it beyond the Absolute. Now that there's Orin, and Gortash, now that there are so many enemies to deal with in the city, she's not confident she'll make it to the Absolute.
And she's been keeping quiet on that, pushing Nico away, and it's not fair. Tell him, some part of her (all her, not the Emperor) whispers. Drives her forward. ]
I've been pushing you away because I thought it would make your heart break less if I die in the battles to come.
[ Her breath whispers against his skin; her confession is strained. Nico stays where he is, still holding her against the wall with his unfaltering hands, her legs wrapped around his torso, their hearts beating against their pressed-together chests.
The words are revelatory. Nico doesn't know what to do with them, at first, and struggles to interpret what Ea means by his heartbreak and her so-called inevitable death. Mostly, he can't imagine losing her― he tries, and the cold fear that runs through him pulls invisible drawstrings around his lungs. He can't breathe around it, can't think around it.
So he shakes his head. No. Almost childlike in its vehemence. ]
There's no less. [ He struggles to get even this out, like he can't imagine why she won't understand. ] I would die with you.
[ If not physically, emotionally. Some part of him will perish, irrevocably, with or without her pushing him away. ]
[ Her eyes snap open, narrowed. The reaction to that - Nico's declaration - is immediate. ] Absolutely not, you can't. [ Her grip on his face twitches, digging her nails into his skin ever so slightly, the reaction visceral. ] You can't die with me, I'll kill you.
[ A gentle reminder that her wisdom is mid.
And speaking of ungentle reminders? The very distinct possibility that he might throw himself into the abyss with her is making her want to stay alive. Nico isn't allowed to come under harm.
This isn't the first time she's chosen to live and survive for someone's sake. She feels a bitter taste in her mouth, pursing her lips around the indescribable feeling of that 180° spin she's going to do. ]
Alright - fuck it. We do our best to survive while taking down the Absolute.
[ That does, unfortunately, mean that they're going to go to Hells to steal the Orphic Hammer from Raphael, because the Emperor is convinced that the only way forward is for one of them to become illithid, which has been driven into her head as being equal to death. She won't ask that of anyone, and she's not going to do it herself. That astral-touched tadpole can wither away in the chest.
Maybe it makes her a hypocrite, or maybe tonight has been an awakening.
They're going to have to find Nico's armor and weapons, wherever the Blackbirds stashed it.
Unfortunately (maybe, sources?) she's not eager to let him go and do the reasonable thing. There's a fire burning in her veins still, roiling there; somewhere in her memory she sees the boot kicking Nico's head down again, sees her past coming back to hurt her loved ones, sees the glow in his eyes and that should not have hurt her. Not in her memory, she sees the aftermath of a bloody battle, one where their enemies were outmatched because Ea and Nico fight so well in tandem they have it down to an artform.
The most shameful thing, perhaps, is that it has left her aroused. And because impulse control is not a thing right now, the outburst ends with Ea crushing her mouth to his, deep and heady. ]
Edited (Im SORRY i keep editing I'm flaky about the drama and wanted/needed to write more) Date: 2024-07-13 08:44 am (UTC)
[ The storm keeps roiling between Nico's ribs; what should he do? Ea doesn't want him to hurt, but that's an impossibility― he doesn't want her to agonize over being the recipient of his devotion, and, by extension, his concern, but he has a feeling that she might.
His mask dissipates at the feeling of nails in his skin. Vulnerability shared for vulnerability given. Nico's not sure if the pale-white of his eyes are still glowing, but he can still feel the vehemence buzzing like white noise in his skull, responding to Ea's statement about taking down the Absolute, because he would.
He'd kill a God for her. He'd kill timeless entities with unspeakable power, if she only asked him to. And it feels like an ask, when she surges forward and claims his mouth, parting it open with hers to taste him; where he misses his chance to respond to her in words, he reciprocates with his eagerness to kiss her, her shoulderblades pressed up against the wall as he opens his mouth to let her in.
(Is he hard? He has no idea. He grinds up against her as if he is, though, because he needs Ea to know that she's needed.) ]
[ All she can think of, beneath the cacophony of buzzing, blood pumping, heart thudding in her chest, is that it's been too long. She let it go on too long, and she knows it's her fault and her doing, because Nico has never been anything but warm and loving.
He kisses her back, she drowns a needy whimper against his mouth, rubs her tongue against his and decides it has been an eternity. (So like a week.)
He grounds his hips against hers, she wraps her tail around his thigh like time and time again, mineminemine, and releases a panted breath against his lips. ] I want -
[ To feel him everywhere. To make up for lost time. To love him with the same wild devotion he (inexplicably, still) loves her. To fuck his brains out in a bloodied basement until they both cry.
Normal, non-dramatic things.
She withdraws from his mouth for a second, takes in the fury and beauty of his eyes, and inevitably her hips twitch, griding down. ]
You're as feral as I am, aren't you, love? [ Said so lovingly, and with wonder. One of her hands find their way to his mouth, thumb brushing again his lower lip. He kissed her after the battle, licked the blood off her lips and cured her mid-kiss. Yeah, he's feral. ]
[ "Feral" is funny, because it's literally true: all aasimar are slightly feral by nature, depending on how hands-on (or, mostly, hands-off) their celestial parents are. But Nico doubts that that's what Ea means, especially after that kiss, especially considering the mounting heat that he can feel between them, and he smiles despite the stormclouds still sitting behind the thin films of his eyes. ]
Maybe even more.
[ Is that a challenge? A threat? Who knows. Not that he underestimates Ea and how much she loves him, because he knows that she does― it's just that her coveting takes a different form, after all her hurt. Maybe she's never had an opportunity to show what that coveting looks like, not in any meaningful way that wouldn't come back to bite her.
Nico cranes forward and kisses her again, the contact quick but deep, ending with his teeth grazing along where he remembers the split of her lip'd been. Like he wants to taste her blood again, just so he can commit it to memory. ]
[ There is no slow simmer anymore, it's just a straightforward march to mind numbing desire.
If she could muster up enough shame, she'd feel it for wanting him like this - after a battle, Elgar's blood and brains still on Nico's boot.
(Gods, she remembers that moment again, realises that he did that because someone threatened her, and her whole perfect cunt clenches.)
She does not feel shame, though. ]
I'll call you anything you want me to call you right now.
[ She flicks her tongue across his lower lip, then nips it. A moment of lazy arousal, of simply savouring the kiss. ] I've missed this.
[ Her fault. She frowns for a moment, as the thought sinks in, and her need to give him something, cherish him, service him, anything he wants - it redoubles.
She draws back until the back of her head hits the wall and looks at him. ] Ask me for what you need - it's yours, but ask me for it.
[ He feels hot under the thin fabric of the tight pseudo-bodysuit that he wears under all that armor. All that bloodlust, boiled down to its basest parts. There's no space left in his head for introspection, nothing but the question Ea poses to him, which has a very clear answer. ]
You. [ Has there ever been anything else? Has he ever needed anything in his life before he met her? His hands are sitting by Ea's hips, keeping her lifted from the bloodied floor with ease, and the grip tightens just enough for the hold to feel intentional. Possessive, even. ] I need you to hold on tight to me.
[ A low hum, considering. Their foreheads bump together as best as Ea's horns will let them, and he looks into her glowing eyes, celestial to infernal. ]
I need you to not hold back. [ His voice gets softer, lower. ] Can you do that, love?
[ Easiest thing he's ever asked her to do. Her heart thuds behind her ribcage, her eyes burn into her, and she feels the whole structure impossibly fragile from the congruence of feelings. She rests her forehead against his, takes in a slow breath, and squeezes her legs around his waist as tight as she can, wraps her arms around his neck.
She feels small and breakable - two things that Ea has never liked feeling, ever since running from the guild whose (hopefully last) remaining members all lie dead at their feet - like the fast heartbeat and the want and the love could all smash her into bits.
Best of all, she wants to break. For him, always. ] I can.
[ A beat, and her tongue flicks against his lips again, before she decides she needs and craves the taste and feel of his mouth on her again and kisses him. A groan muffled against his lips, the kiss bruising and deep, her fingers climbing up to his hair to grab it. ]
[ She's a grabber― Nico likes that. Resourceful, knowing what she needs to take to survive. In the desperate push and pull of their emotions, there's a thin current of excitement that runs through him when he thinks about being on the receiving end of that fight, that she's fighting to keep him for her survival. That she'd claw at him, for him, with teeth and nails.
Fuck, Ea turns him on. He kisses her slowly, opening her mouth with his own to suck at her flushed lips, her hot tongue, paying attention to the sounds she makes, the way she shifts and grinds against his waist. Needy and adorable.
His brain's on autopilot by the time the contact breaks. An already-poor brain-to-mouth filter, completely broken by residual anger and more powerful arousal. He's only half-aware of the words he's speaking, honestly. ]
I want to make you come on my fingers again and again, [ is a little breathless, ] and by the time you beg me to take you, I want you to have forgotten about dying somewhere without me.
[ Oh good, she thought she was being subtle with the whole grinding against him, squirming between the wall and the hardness of his body, asking for it without words. But he reads her like an open book, thank fuck.
She shudders with need, by the time he tells her what he's going to do, her brain frazzles again and she whimpers. ] Gods, please - yes. You -
[ Is, and has been, unfairly good at making her forget her own name, so she has no doubt that she will forget she ever planned for the worst (dying, self-sacrifice, all that). Her world will come down to just Nico, against her and inside her, and her heart will beat again.
She licks her lips, looking at him. Sounded like a threat, regardless of how hot, so,]
[ "Punishment". Some part of him rebels against that, the insecure part of him balking at the notion of asserting authority, and yet―
―he hears it again, that whisper in his blood speaking to him in an arcane language. "Take what you are offered; you've been permitted." Something unknowable in him that wants, that needs, that would kill to keep.
His pulse pounds against his chest. Authority and greed and affection, he feels it all churn and boil in the pit of his stomach. Gods, he wants her so much. ]
Yes, [ he finally decides. ] I won't stop until you understand how afraid I was of losing you.
[ And, by extension, how much she's loved. Needed. How little it matters to him, the crimes she's committed in her past; not to downplay them, but they made her who she is now.
His voice is low, thick: ] Put your feet back on the floor for me, Ea. [ Gently commanding, gauging Ea's reaction for any discomfort or nervousness. ]
[ Pleasure lances through her like a heated blade, sinking deep ans fast. She lets out a shaky exhale and holds onto his shoulders, untangling her legs from around him to stand down.
Immediately the height difference is about one head, and she cranes her head to look up at him. ] Yes, love.
[ There's no 'sir', no 'master' - she's pretty sure Nico would rebel at the thought of being obeyed like that - but there is some deference here to be found. She's putting herself in his hands. She's trusting him. ]
[ They'll have to negotiate this a little better later, with clearer heads and in a place that isn't suffused with the scent of blood and viscera. It's likely that Nico will apologize later for this, finding it a vague overstepping of boundaries in hindsight, but he doesn't quite have the mental fortitude for self-reflection right now.
Instead: he trails his hand down Ea's front, chest to stomach, then between her legs. He hums at how hot she feels, fingers questing over her against her leggings first, the touch gaining in boldness until he feels bold enough to tug the garment down to her knees, baring her soft skin, her thin underwear. ]
Hold onto me.
[ More gentle suggestions, less authoritative this time. She feels wet already when he slides two fingers over her slit, rubbing her over her panties; it drives him a little crazy to hear the slick sound that the friction makes, how she seems to try to suck him in if he presses inwards. ]
[ Correction: they're going to have to find both their armors after this. In the height of battle, she hadn't even realised she wasn't wearing her leather armor, but had been stripped down to the softly padded shirt beneath it. Maybe because it moves the same, and the dagger was there, in the secret pocket, so what does it matter? But now the idea that Elgar or any of the other creeps stripped her before tying her up is enough to make her want to burn their bodies.
Later.
Nico obliterates that thought easily, pulling her leggings down and touching her. Focus on this, focus on here, she thinks, and does it.
He'll find her soaked, dripping. Hardly a wonder the panties glue themselves to her folds from how aroused she is, and when Nico calls it 'ready for me', she loosens a moan.
Holds onto his chest, barely, and cants her hips forward so he'll touch her more. ]
[ This entire hideout is in dire need of a torching, but that'll come later. Here, in the dim, all Nico wants to see is Ea and how she trembles for him, held up on her feet by the hand between her thighs. ]
This won't be much of a punishment, then.
[ Which, to be fair, Nico doesn't entirely mind. He would much rather indulge Ea than deprive her in any way, even if it means overindulging―
―but, again. Later. Introspection is for men who aren't rock-hard at the thought of fingering his lover into oblivion, and Nico is currently entirely consumed by teasing Ea's cunt with his digits, one callused index sliding into her with careful ease after he slides the wet fabric of her panties to the side for better access. Circling her clit with his thumb as he works her open, fucking his finger in and out in a pale imitation of what he could do with his cock. ]
[ She is a mess already. Her hands climb up from his chest to his shoulders, blunt nails digging in, because she needs to anchor herself in him. Needs him already, so much, that when she feels the first press of his finger inside her she feels drowsy with pleasure, near an orgasm already.
And he doesn't stop. The slick sounds from between her legs are echoing in tandem with her shaky moans. There's a rush of blood to her head. ]
Gods. I'm going to be so. Easy. So easy for you. Nico, Nico, please, fuck...
[ Two fingers now, pumping inside her, curling to find that one spot that he knows will make Ea's knees shake. She pleads for him, her pretty voice husky with need, alternating between his name and his permission, and the burning in the pit of his stomach flares hotter, making his voice rasp when he dips down to press his mouth against Ea's pulsepoint. ]
You can come if you want to, love.
[ A kiss against her jugular, his tongue raking up her throat. Tasting her sweat, her heat, the bob of her neck as she strains to breathe. Gods, she's so pretty like this. ]
Come as many times as you want.
[ He won't stop, is the thing: he keeps fucking her on his hand, changing pace and rhythm, pleased by the way she tries to clench around him. He'll keep fucking her through her orgasms when she has them, keeping her aware of him inside her, aware of how much he wants her to stay. ]
[ Her first comes right away. He adds one more finger - and she does, deep in her bones she knows it's not as thick as his actual dick is, but gods if it doesn't feel like that exactly - and curls them, and she's gone. He's licking her throat, she lets out a gasp, digs her nails into his clothed shoulders and clamps around his fingers as she breaks.
She notices that he won't give her a chance to catch her breath or recover or even come down from coming, because his fingers drag against the front wall of her cunt and she interlaces one orgasm with another. ]
Oh gods - oh gods, y-yes, there...
[ She moves one hand desperately to his hair, grabbing on for dear life, and shakes again. Eyes wide open on the ceiling, her needy panting in his ear. ]
[ The pinprick-pain from her hairpulling goes straight to Nico's cock. Even half-removed from himself, Nico thinks that Ea would be able to bring him right back to this whimpering need in his own body, this urge to make her come undone and indulge herself.
She comes on his fingers like he'd told her to, and she gets a good girl for her trouble; the sweet, erratic clenching of her wet cunt around his fingers keep telling him that she hasn't stopped coming, and that she's still falling over her own edge. It's perfect, Ea is perfect, and Nico hums, hoarse and low, teeth around her neck to leave harmless lovebites while he changes the pace of his fingers. Slower now, with his thumb circling her clit, rubbing it in slow waves the way his tongue does when she lets him eat her out.
Faster and slower, at random intervals. Punishment and reward. ]
Isn't this better than dying? [ He murmurs, and it's the closest thing he can get to being sly; unfair of him, when he's filling her with another finger, stretching her even more around three thick digits. ]
[ He's turned her own thing against her, and it makes her lose her mind a little more. Who knew that being called a good girl for coming on command would be a thing she likes? Who could have ever predicted this?
A laugh, slightly hysterical, breaks out of her. He switches up the pace and even a graze to her clit is enough to have her knees bucking under her.
She curls one hand over his nape, intent on guiding him up for a kiss, except as she draws his head up, hand on his jaw, he says that and adds a third finger.
He gets to see her eyes widen, her lips fall open in surprise. Agony and bliss. One breath out, and raspily, ]
Yes. [ There is something about Nico teaching her a lesson about her recklessness, and her acceptance of her own death, that punches right to her heart.
She's just going to have to never die. ] Please. [ She's not sure what she's begging for now, for him to move his fingers, for him to kiss her?
Incoherence leads to impulse, and a second later she's leaning forward to kiss him, hard and messy. ]
[ There she is, his very good girl. She says yes, promising him not to play dice with her own life so carelessly, so he reaffirms what she already knows but responds so sweetly to: another good girl, keeping her balanced on his fingers, her arms like a vice around his shoulders.
It's all he manages until Ea is kissing him again, and he cranes to meet her. Slow and careful in response to her desperation, methodically meeting her tongue to let her have what she wants while he tries to claim more orgasms out of her, every nerve in his body alight with the feeling of her need. Fingers draw out a fraction, then drive as deeply as they can go a breath later, up to the last knuckle, then back out; it's difficult to make a rhythm at first with how tightly she squeezes around him, but the slide becomes easier with each lovingly drawn-out pump, hot insides clinging but relenting to the friction.
Pulling his mouth off of Ea's, he licks a stripe along the perfect line of her jaw. ]
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Date: 2024-07-07 01:36 pm (UTC)He's grateful when Ea magics their blood off. He doesn't mind smelling it on her, not usually, but not tonight. Right now, he can't stand smelling someone else on her. ]
It doesn't matter what he did to me, [ he whispers. Almost like a threat, directed towards a man who's already dead. ] He tried to hurt you. I was just another tool in his arsenal.
[ And he can't forgive that, not really. Nico may be used to being used, but not against someone, let alone against someone he loves. He kisses against Ea's jaw again, hitching her closer to his chest. ]
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Date: 2024-07-07 02:28 pm (UTC)Blackbirds going leave the Guild either in a coffin or in a ditch. She'd taken out her biggest opposition to her decision to not be a part of that soul-sucking gang anymore, the Guildmaster himself, in the most backstabbing of ways. Taught him a lesson, too, in not being too overconfident and trusting his iron fist could keep everyone afraid of him, and obedient. She hadn't exactly stood behind for the lesson to sink in, but whatever.
His death was on her hands. The warehouse burning to ashes, also on her hands. But she'd left everyone else alive, trusting the ones who - like her - had always dreamed of leaving would take the opportunity to leave. She can connect more dots: Elgar seeing it as a chance to put himself in charge, building the Blackbirds for his own gain, until the island became too small for his ambition. Elgar coming to the continent, finding his way to Baldur's Gate. Maybe he'd thought he'd go after the Underduke next. Maybe not.
And hearing about the tiefling that had ruined his long game on the island, and thinking of taking revenge, and - she snorts under her breath. ] His main mistake is wanting to talk my ear off.
[ But then finally, the scattering of dots she keeps trying to connect fades away, scattered to the winds, as Nico kisses her jaw and she finally lets his words sink.
He hates it, the idea that he could be a tool. She hates it too. She cups his face in both hands, now clean, and looks down at him in this position. Mask or not, she thinks she can see down into his soul, can guess exactly the type of threatening storm that roils in his eyes. ]
It matters to me. [ Quiet, but clear. ] What he did to you, what anyone does to you - it matters to me. I would burn the world down if it guaranteed your safety.
[ She glances down at his mouth, an ache settling in the pit of her stomach. Want, yearning sort of want, coils around her throat like a noose. She has to force her eyes back up to his mask, the viccinity of his eyes. ] They might not be the only ones. I should tell you - I want to tell you everything about my past, but I'm selfish and afraid you won't want me after.
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Date: 2024-07-12 11:21 am (UTC)It's more tolerable when Ea has her hands on him, when she tells him that he matters. All of this strangeness serves a purpose with her, when she looks at him and touches him and tells him that he's needed. Goddess, he'd threatened calling her mid-sex, but a part of him believes it. Rootless and unmoored, she really could be his religion.
Scarred, feathered, the scent of blood still thick on his skin even after the cleaning off: ]
I want all of you. Your past, your present, your future.
[ He whispers it. Someone who isn't familiar with Nico might find his cadence poisonous; too yearning to be normal, too gentle to be trustworthy. No one should really dote on anyone this way, should be so permissive without bringing morals into the equation, but. Well.
Sometimes, blood is thicker than water. Nico, with the single-mindedness of the divine, rubs foreheads with Ea despite the obstruction of his mask. ]
My love. What could make me want you less?
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Date: 2024-07-12 11:41 am (UTC)She can't believe she ever thought him confusing and adorable, when he now has her whole heart in his hand. Exhale over, the words sink in - your past, your present, your future - and the words stumble out before she can help it. ]
What if there isn't a future? What if I - [ She sucks in a breath, letting her eyes flutter closed. Her heart thuds in her chest, now that the dark thoughts have been voiced. She thought, sincerely, that she would not make it beyond the Absolute. Now that there's Orin, and Gortash, now that there are so many enemies to deal with in the city, she's not confident she'll make it to the Absolute.
And she's been keeping quiet on that, pushing Nico away, and it's not fair. Tell him, some part of her (all her, not the Emperor) whispers. Drives her forward. ]
I've been pushing you away because I thought it would make your heart break less if I die in the battles to come.
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Date: 2024-07-12 12:00 pm (UTC)The words are revelatory. Nico doesn't know what to do with them, at first, and struggles to interpret what Ea means by his heartbreak and her so-called inevitable death. Mostly, he can't imagine losing her― he tries, and the cold fear that runs through him pulls invisible drawstrings around his lungs. He can't breathe around it, can't think around it.
So he shakes his head. No. Almost childlike in its vehemence. ]
There's no less. [ He struggles to get even this out, like he can't imagine why she won't understand. ] I would die with you.
[ If not physically, emotionally. Some part of him will perish, irrevocably, with or without her pushing him away. ]
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Date: 2024-07-12 12:17 pm (UTC)[ A gentle reminder that her wisdom is mid.
And speaking of ungentle reminders? The very distinct possibility that he might throw himself into the abyss with her is making her want to stay alive. Nico isn't allowed to come under harm.
This isn't the first time she's chosen to live and survive for someone's sake. She feels a bitter taste in her mouth, pursing her lips around the indescribable feeling of that 180° spin she's going to do. ]
Alright - fuck it. We do our best to survive while taking down the Absolute.
[ That does, unfortunately, mean that they're going to go to Hells to steal the Orphic Hammer from Raphael, because the Emperor is convinced that the only way forward is for one of them to become illithid, which has been driven into her head as being equal to death. She won't ask that of anyone, and she's not going to do it herself. That astral-touched tadpole can wither away in the chest.
Maybe it makes her a hypocrite, or maybe tonight has been an awakening.
They're going to have to find Nico's armor and weapons, wherever the Blackbirds stashed it.
Unfortunately (maybe, sources?) she's not eager to let him go and do the reasonable thing. There's a fire burning in her veins still, roiling there; somewhere in her memory she sees the boot kicking Nico's head down again, sees her past coming back to hurt her loved ones, sees the glow in his eyes and that should not have hurt her. Not in her memory, she sees the aftermath of a bloody battle, one where their enemies were outmatched because Ea and Nico fight so well in tandem they have it down to an artform.
The most shameful thing, perhaps, is that it has left her aroused. And because impulse control is not a thing right now, the outburst ends with Ea crushing her mouth to his, deep and heady. ]
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Date: 2024-07-13 11:45 am (UTC)His mask dissipates at the feeling of nails in his skin. Vulnerability shared for vulnerability given. Nico's not sure if the pale-white of his eyes are still glowing, but he can still feel the vehemence buzzing like white noise in his skull, responding to Ea's statement about taking down the Absolute, because he would.
He'd kill a God for her. He'd kill timeless entities with unspeakable power, if she only asked him to. And it feels like an ask, when she surges forward and claims his mouth, parting it open with hers to taste him; where he misses his chance to respond to her in words, he reciprocates with his eagerness to kiss her, her shoulderblades pressed up against the wall as he opens his mouth to let her in.
(Is he hard? He has no idea. He grinds up against her as if he is, though, because he needs Ea to know that she's needed.) ]
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Date: 2024-07-13 11:57 am (UTC)He kisses her back, she drowns a needy whimper against his mouth, rubs her tongue against his and decides it has been an eternity. (So like a week.)
He grounds his hips against hers, she wraps her tail around his thigh like time and time again, mineminemine, and releases a panted breath against his lips. ] I want -
[ To feel him everywhere. To make up for lost time. To love him with the same wild devotion he (inexplicably, still) loves her. To fuck his brains out in a bloodied basement until they both cry.
Normal, non-dramatic things.
She withdraws from his mouth for a second, takes in the fury and beauty of his eyes, and inevitably her hips twitch, griding down. ]
You're as feral as I am, aren't you, love? [ Said so lovingly, and with wonder. One of her hands find their way to his mouth, thumb brushing again his lower lip. He kissed her after the battle, licked the blood off her lips and cured her mid-kiss. Yeah, he's feral. ]
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Date: 2024-07-13 12:37 pm (UTC)Maybe even more.
[ Is that a challenge? A threat? Who knows. Not that he underestimates Ea and how much she loves him, because he knows that she does― it's just that her coveting takes a different form, after all her hurt. Maybe she's never had an opportunity to show what that coveting looks like, not in any meaningful way that wouldn't come back to bite her.
Nico cranes forward and kisses her again, the contact quick but deep, ending with his teeth grazing along where he remembers the split of her lip'd been. Like he wants to taste her blood again, just so he can commit it to memory. ]
You may have to reconsider calling me "angel".
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Date: 2024-07-13 12:54 pm (UTC)If she could muster up enough shame, she'd feel it for wanting him like this - after a battle, Elgar's blood and brains still on Nico's boot.
(Gods, she remembers that moment again, realises that he did that because someone threatened her, and her whole perfect cunt clenches.)
She does not feel shame, though. ]
I'll call you anything you want me to call you right now.
[ She flicks her tongue across his lower lip, then nips it. A moment of lazy arousal, of simply savouring the kiss. ] I've missed this.
[ Her fault. She frowns for a moment, as the thought sinks in, and her need to give him something, cherish him, service him, anything he wants - it redoubles.
She draws back until the back of her head hits the wall and looks at him. ] Ask me for what you need - it's yours, but ask me for it.
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Date: 2024-07-14 12:28 pm (UTC)You. [ Has there ever been anything else? Has he ever needed anything in his life before he met her? His hands are sitting by Ea's hips, keeping her lifted from the bloodied floor with ease, and the grip tightens just enough for the hold to feel intentional. Possessive, even. ] I need you to hold on tight to me.
[ A low hum, considering. Their foreheads bump together as best as Ea's horns will let them, and he looks into her glowing eyes, celestial to infernal. ]
I need you to not hold back. [ His voice gets softer, lower. ] Can you do that, love?
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Date: 2024-07-14 12:37 pm (UTC)She feels small and breakable - two things that Ea has never liked feeling, ever since running from the guild whose (hopefully last) remaining members all lie dead at their feet - like the fast heartbeat and the want and the love could all smash her into bits.
Best of all, she wants to break. For him, always. ] I can.
[ A beat, and her tongue flicks against his lips again, before she decides she needs and craves the taste and feel of his mouth on her again and kisses him. A groan muffled against his lips, the kiss bruising and deep, her fingers climbing up to his hair to grab it. ]
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Date: 2024-07-15 09:09 am (UTC)Fuck, Ea turns him on. He kisses her slowly, opening her mouth with his own to suck at her flushed lips, her hot tongue, paying attention to the sounds she makes, the way she shifts and grinds against his waist. Needy and adorable.
His brain's on autopilot by the time the contact breaks. An already-poor brain-to-mouth filter, completely broken by residual anger and more powerful arousal. He's only half-aware of the words he's speaking, honestly. ]
I want to make you come on my fingers again and again, [ is a little breathless, ] and by the time you beg me to take you, I want you to have forgotten about dying somewhere without me.
I don't want you to think about that ever again.
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Date: 2024-07-15 09:16 am (UTC)She shudders with need, by the time he tells her what he's going to do, her brain frazzles again and she whimpers. ] Gods, please - yes. You -
[ Is, and has been, unfairly good at making her forget her own name, so she has no doubt that she will forget she ever planned for the worst (dying, self-sacrifice, all that). Her world will come down to just Nico, against her and inside her, and her heart will beat again.
She licks her lips, looking at him. Sounded like a threat, regardless of how hot, so,]
Is that my punishment? Surrender by orgasms?
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Date: 2024-07-15 09:38 am (UTC)―he hears it again, that whisper in his blood speaking to him in an arcane language. "Take what you are offered; you've been permitted." Something unknowable in him that wants, that needs, that would kill to keep.
His pulse pounds against his chest. Authority and greed and affection, he feels it all churn and boil in the pit of his stomach. Gods, he wants her so much. ]
Yes, [ he finally decides. ] I won't stop until you understand how afraid I was of losing you.
[ And, by extension, how much she's loved. Needed. How little it matters to him, the crimes she's committed in her past; not to downplay them, but they made her who she is now.
His voice is low, thick: ] Put your feet back on the floor for me, Ea. [ Gently commanding, gauging Ea's reaction for any discomfort or nervousness. ]
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Date: 2024-07-15 09:50 am (UTC)Immediately the height difference is about one head, and she cranes her head to look up at him. ] Yes, love.
[ There's no 'sir', no 'master' - she's pretty sure Nico would rebel at the thought of being obeyed like that - but there is some deference here to be found. She's putting herself in his hands. She's trusting him. ]
I'm not going to ask you to stop.
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Date: 2024-07-15 10:27 am (UTC)Instead: he trails his hand down Ea's front, chest to stomach, then between her legs. He hums at how hot she feels, fingers questing over her against her leggings first, the touch gaining in boldness until he feels bold enough to tug the garment down to her knees, baring her soft skin, her thin underwear. ]
Hold onto me.
[ More gentle suggestions, less authoritative this time. She feels wet already when he slides two fingers over her slit, rubbing her over her panties; it drives him a little crazy to hear the slick sound that the friction makes, how she seems to try to suck him in if he presses inwards. ]
So ready already, love.
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Date: 2024-07-15 10:37 am (UTC)Later.
Nico obliterates that thought easily, pulling her leggings down and touching her. Focus on this, focus on here, she thinks, and does it.
He'll find her soaked, dripping. Hardly a wonder the panties glue themselves to her folds from how aroused she is, and when Nico calls it 'ready for me', she loosens a moan.
Holds onto his chest, barely, and cants her hips forward so he'll touch her more. ]
So ready. I've been wet a while.
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Date: 2024-07-15 10:55 am (UTC)This won't be much of a punishment, then.
[ Which, to be fair, Nico doesn't entirely mind. He would much rather indulge Ea than deprive her in any way, even if it means overindulging―
―but, again. Later. Introspection is for men who aren't rock-hard at the thought of fingering his lover into oblivion, and Nico is currently entirely consumed by teasing Ea's cunt with his digits, one callused index sliding into her with careful ease after he slides the wet fabric of her panties to the side for better access. Circling her clit with his thumb as he works her open, fucking his finger in and out in a pale imitation of what he could do with his cock. ]
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Date: 2024-07-15 11:31 am (UTC)And he doesn't stop. The slick sounds from between her legs are echoing in tandem with her shaky moans. There's a rush of blood to her head. ]
Gods. I'm going to be so. Easy. So easy for you. Nico, Nico, please, fuck...
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Date: 2024-07-16 11:36 am (UTC)You can come if you want to, love.
[ A kiss against her jugular, his tongue raking up her throat. Tasting her sweat, her heat, the bob of her neck as she strains to breathe. Gods, she's so pretty like this. ]
Come as many times as you want.
[ He won't stop, is the thing: he keeps fucking her on his hand, changing pace and rhythm, pleased by the way she tries to clench around him. He'll keep fucking her through her orgasms when she has them, keeping her aware of him inside her, aware of how much he wants her to stay. ]
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Date: 2024-07-16 11:45 am (UTC)She notices that he won't give her a chance to catch her breath or recover or even come down from coming, because his fingers drag against the front wall of her cunt and she interlaces one orgasm with another. ]
Oh gods - oh gods, y-yes, there...
[ She moves one hand desperately to his hair, grabbing on for dear life, and shakes again. Eyes wide open on the ceiling, her needy panting in his ear. ]
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Date: 2024-07-27 03:44 am (UTC)She comes on his fingers like he'd told her to, and she gets a good girl for her trouble; the sweet, erratic clenching of her wet cunt around his fingers keep telling him that she hasn't stopped coming, and that she's still falling over her own edge. It's perfect, Ea is perfect, and Nico hums, hoarse and low, teeth around her neck to leave harmless lovebites while he changes the pace of his fingers. Slower now, with his thumb circling her clit, rubbing it in slow waves the way his tongue does when she lets him eat her out.
Faster and slower, at random intervals. Punishment and reward. ]
Isn't this better than dying? [ He murmurs, and it's the closest thing he can get to being sly; unfair of him, when he's filling her with another finger, stretching her even more around three thick digits. ]
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Date: 2024-07-27 08:42 am (UTC)A laugh, slightly hysterical, breaks out of her. He switches up the pace and even a graze to her clit is enough to have her knees bucking under her.
She curls one hand over his nape, intent on guiding him up for a kiss, except as she draws his head up, hand on his jaw, he says that and adds a third finger.
He gets to see her eyes widen, her lips fall open in surprise. Agony and bliss. One breath out, and raspily, ]
Yes. [ There is something about Nico teaching her a lesson about her recklessness, and her acceptance of her own death, that punches right to her heart.
She's just going to have to never die. ] Please. [ She's not sure what she's begging for now, for him to move his fingers, for him to kiss her?
Incoherence leads to impulse, and a second later she's leaning forward to kiss him, hard and messy. ]
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Date: 2024-07-27 10:51 am (UTC)It's all he manages until Ea is kissing him again, and he cranes to meet her. Slow and careful in response to her desperation, methodically meeting her tongue to let her have what she wants while he tries to claim more orgasms out of her, every nerve in his body alight with the feeling of her need. Fingers draw out a fraction, then drive as deeply as they can go a breath later, up to the last knuckle, then back out; it's difficult to make a rhythm at first with how tightly she squeezes around him, but the slide becomes easier with each lovingly drawn-out pump, hot insides clinging but relenting to the friction.
Pulling his mouth off of Ea's, he licks a stripe along the perfect line of her jaw. ]
Do you understand how afraid I was of losing you?
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