Here and now, what need do they have for art? What purpose does artifice serve? The truth of the matter is laid bare before them. It is in the way that they look at each other, in the intoxicating warmth of each other's bodies, and in the way that the bulge in his trousers responds to her touch, even through the barrier of its material.
There's no need to disguise, or play coy. All that needs be done is voice the desires that stir them.
When Éowyn does, Aleifr's eyes stay fixed on hers for a long moment - unblinking and dark with want.
Then he moves beneath her.
His hands peel away from her body. He loosens laces with deft fingers and, in a moment, he is pulling his shirt off over his head and casting it to the side. With it gone, she can see the lines of him free of obstruction ... the thick muscle, the fair skin, the maze of tattoos etched in gently-faded ink, and the lingering scars that intercepted them.
Then he begins to undo the laces a the front of his trousers.
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Date: 2025-11-03 11:01 pm (UTC)There's no need to disguise, or play coy. All that needs be done is voice the desires that stir them.
When Éowyn does, Aleifr's eyes stay fixed on hers for a long moment - unblinking and dark with want.
Then he moves beneath her.
His hands peel away from her body. He loosens laces with deft fingers and, in a moment, he is pulling his shirt off over his head and casting it to the side. With it gone, she can see the lines of him free of obstruction ... the thick muscle, the fair skin, the maze of tattoos etched in gently-faded ink, and the lingering scars that intercepted them.
Then he begins to undo the laces a the front of his trousers.