[ P ] Beautiful Things

There were so many things Khepri wanted to say but he couldn't find the willpower to say them. Or perhaps the nerve. So he stayed silent as she spoke and twisted the knife in his gut even deeper. He knew others were mourning too but he was so lost in his own spiraling grief that he hadn't really thought about anyone else. He'd done what he always did and retired into himself, running away from the problems that plagued him, when he needed to do something else. "I know," he said softly, admitting his shame aloud. He knew his promises and he knew his failures all too well. It didn't change the fact that he had not been trying to hurt her in the process. It just hadn't turned out the way he'd imagined. He felt her nudge his cheek and he lifted his gaze to hers, finding the burning question lingering between them. “Promise me again and this time, don’t break it. Let me be your drug,” she pushed. His lips quirked slightly, an uneven smile tainting his lips, and he let out a small chuckle. It was not a laugh at her, but more an amusement at the idea of replacing one drug with another -- perhaps that was all he needed in the end. "My drug..." he mused softly, as he leaned forward and let his lips trail across her cheek and down the side of her neck. He lifted his muzzle up slightly. "I promise," he whispered softly against the delicate fur lining her ear. He had already wanted to stop, it was just a matter of actually doing it. And he was ready. It was time. He wasn't able to have one paw in this life and one paw in the other, he had to be fully present for his family. That meant he'd have to deal with the pain some other way and while that wasn't a worry now, he knew it would be later. But he could make this promise and curse himself later. That was a problem for another time. "..."

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Sif Asgaut

She was toning down the anger with each passing second but not the intensity that refused to escape the way she looked at him, the way her tongue licked each word as she demanded his compliance and willingness to change. There was a thought that making him promise would only lead to further heartache, more disdain she didn’t want to deal with in the future but she wanted to hold some faith. As stupid as it was. Faith was all she had left to keep this relationship from fracturing further. Love was her strongest drug and she didn’t want to see it flee from her now that she had it, she didn’t want to lose the happiness he had granted her. She couldn’t lose him and she might have gripped him firmly by his collar and pulled him ever closer to her to emphasize that desperation, that need but equally she didn’t want to seem helpless without him.

Ears slid back along her skull as he chuckled, not so sure if that was at her or something else until his voice echoed her words. Had she sounded stupid? She thought it was a good direction to point him in but maybe he didn’t see her the same way, didn’t cling to what they had so strongly. It seemed she had become the one hopelessly lonely, out beating him in craving for affection and his company.

Before her thoughts could twist themselves further into despair, she felt a warm tingle along her cheek and neck, making her snicker a little at how it tickled and flustered her all the same. Heat rushed into her as her ability to focus on any of her thoughts vanished as he uttered a promise along the delicate hairs, making her shiver. Her shoulder would roll up to seem to push him away as if she hadn’t liked it before a mischievous energy sparked within her gaze and she abruptly pushed him into the water and pounced on him, sending them tumbling into the deeper parts of the pool where she would rest on his chest, looking down at him with only adoration and expectations from him.

“Now, how will you take me?” she mused, curious in what method he might administer her as a drug as she leaned down to gently place a kiss on his lips.

The way she shied away from him made him think that he'd said something wrong, but the look on her face told him otherwise. He wondered just what she was thinking when suddenly she pushed against him and they tumbled into the water. He expected it to be freezing, but it was warm instead and actually quite comforting. She rested upon his, a seductive question on the tip of her tongue before she leaned in to kiss him. His paws still touched the earth at the bottom of the pool but any deeper and they might both get submerged. He drifted closer to her, allowing his breath to mingle with the soft furs of her neck a moment before breathing in her wintery scent. "Like this..." he said before placing a kiss upon her neck. He trailed up to her ear before drawing the tender flesh between his teeth and nipping gently. His mind began to empty as he drew nearer, his chest pressing against hers as his muzzle trailed across her slender shoulder. It was all he wanted, that place in his mind where the screaming never seemed to stop to quiet. There weren't many things that shut it up but this... this seemed to be working better than he'd ever imagined. This distraction was far better than drugs and drink, he thought. Khepri drew away slightly, encircling her in the water until her back was to him. He relished the smooth feel of the crystal blue water against his fur and skin, but he wanted to feel her more than anything else. He moved towards her, running his muzzle against the back of her neck and down her spine, nipping here and there to try and rile her the way she riled him. "There are so many ways, my love..." he murmured as he reached the middle of her back. He lifted his head, his own honied gaze full of mischief and wonder as he gazed towards her, should she look back at him. "..."

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Sif Asgaut

It had been a long time since intimacy had been so fervent between them and it made his touch all the more tantalizing, nearly having forgotten how much she needed him in this way. With the war at their heels, she had been far too stuck in her head to delve into this kind of world with him, far too worried about everything around her to let everything slip away. This so-called drug was just as needed for her as it was for him and with the promise still ringing in her ears, she allowed herself to fall to those cravings of lust as she shivered at his touch, which seemed usual with how hot she was as the heat of the water coiled around them causing the blood to rush around her body in the form of adrenaline all the more. Water was hardly a friend of hers but the slight anxiety it caused only enhanced the giddy feeling within that her mind would warp into thoughts of excitement. Thrill.

She knew the risks, especially this time of year if she fell into such temptations, a season known for blessing women with brood and yet the thought didn’t scare her. Her two youngest were practically old enough to fend for themselves if they so choose to, soon she’d be losing her little nest and able to focus on only work. Truthfully, she had no desire to be at work except if it allowed openings for revenge. To cleanse the earth of those that had wronged the family, her friend and her son. She wanted them dead, and it was the only way she could do it entirely legally was by the judicial system.

Still, she had grown to adore being a mother and having the freedom it allowed and as his ever-hypnotizing touch would draw her focus back to the present as a dreamy eye lingered on him, noticing the more predator-like approach he was taking. It wasn’t like him, but it would be a lie to say she hated it as she followed him with anticipation, tempted to make him hunt for his meal. But there was one question that lingered on her tongue as she peered at him and his mischievous little expression.

“Are you so eager to fill me with mini Khepri’s again?” she mused, walking away while looking over her shoulder coyly at him. She wasn’t really sure how to make it sound flirty to keep the mood, but she wanted him to be well aware of the risk they could be taking.

Would he be happy to possibly be a father again if that fate came true. Maybe it was the distraction they both needed. Brand new little ones and it would keep her home.
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Khepri couldn't remember the last time they'd been intimate with everything going on since the war. He'd been too overcome with grief to give his wife the attention she deserved and he felt a fool for that now more than ever. He remembered what her touch was like now, and the powerful hold she had on him... one he never wanted to break. As she looked back at him, the mischief in her own amber eye dancing alight and capturing his full attention as she slipped away from him, a curious question on her tongue. He smiled and it reached his eyes as he looked her over once before closing the distance between them, his muzzle brushing against her neck. "Would that be so bad?" he asked her. The thought of children had not exactly been on his mind but since she brought up the risk, he would be a fool not to consider. He found that he was not averse to raising more children, especially if it was with her. Things had been tough before Sheik and Haskell but now the thought was not so daunting, not so frightening. He saw it in her eyes every time she looked at them, the love and care she put into them. She was a wonderful mother, whether she saw it or not. As his thoughts drifted away, he pressed his body into hers and relished the feel of her beside him. He was not afraid of what might happen after their union; he was prepared to face those consequences. Though he wouldn't quite call them such, as he might refer to them as blessings instead. He rang his tongue across her golden fur, his honied eyes narrowing slightly as he nipped her again, gently enough so that it might barely hurt. His mind was elsewhere now and that was obvious-- he was only waiting for the invitation. fade to black?? "..."

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