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(As expected, he had been waiting for her with that jacket of his set aside elsewhere. Actually for this, he had unintentionally gone a bit more simplistic since instead of the usual vest and harness, Wriothesley instead was dressed in a black button up shirt. His neck scars and the others are in view, but Navia had after all seen them quite often. Often enough that he didn't try to hide such things as a thought at the beginning her father might not be too thrilled with their change of relationship had existed. Eventually, that thought faded as they fell into something that as secretive as it is; was doing much more for him in how he tries to not be reckless.

Not as reckless as his usual that is, but perhaps reckless enough in how he often misses her and debates on making sneaky visits to Poisson just for the purpose of seeing if she were doing okay. Or maybe for more than that given being so apart does things to him that he could never once imagine. Right now that's faded to him meeting her cheeky smile with a wide grin of his own; he could understand that feeling that every time felt like their first. He's felt it this whole time whilst missing her and even when they were together.

He couldn't help that even as he laughs a little at her leisure pace and singsong tone. As expected of Navia, Wriothesley thinks to himself, the sight of her leaning against his desk only adds to that picture before he leans in just enough to look up at her properly with those pale lavender eyes of his.)

I was just thinking about you a lot, truly.

[ Navia had pulled her long blonde hair up into a ponytail to perhaps make her less recognizable. She'd worn a black and gold dress -- somewhat similar to the one she wears on a day to day basis, but much simpler as getting herself in and out of it was a whole ordeal on its own... This one was made of silk, sleek and simple in its silhouette with a corset to emphasize her bust, as well as slits on either side, the hem of the dress hitting her thighs. He'd whined at her before about "easier access" so, why not indulge him?

Navia's smile widens, pleased at his response. Wriothesley somehow always knew just what to say to make her insides flutter. Archons, she hated it sometimes. That little weakness in her knees was so annoying! But... then he did things like show up unexpectedly in Poisson, on quiet nights when she truly did feel like she missed him. Sometimes she wondered if he knew. ]

And? What were you thinking about, when you were thinking about me?

[ Her blue eyes linger on his pale gaze, feeling it practically piercing through her before she lets it roam over the black button down as well as his scars. She'd been curious how it happened, but getting a straight answer from him about it seemed nigh impossible, so she didn't press. She shifts herself off the desk in favor of moving around to his side, making herself comfortable as she sits down in front of him, legs crossed, hands supporting her against the desk as her foot dangles against Wriotheley's thigh, head tilted to watch him. ]

(sure, he's had his complaints on her dresses feeling next to impossible at times but he never did dislike it. even now his eyes are all on her; there was no question in that as he relaxes in his seat for the time being. its a lovely dress, the way it emphasizes her curves and body is another detail that has his attention even as wriothesley feels his gaze softening up from its usual intensity. there's a lot about navia seems these days that makes him do that despite the way he may carry himself, there's a gentleness to it in how he finds it difficult to stay in a bad mood for long when it's her.

right now he didn't want to be anywhere else. as much as getting him to admit it would be easier said than done, he feels so much more than he ever has in his life. his heart beats faster, the idea of them parting hurts more than he ever once could have known as he notices where his gaze is. those scars he'd never tell the story of; things best left unsaid even if he knows that there is no washing the blood off his hands. nothing can change that or how someone like him might not ever be in the heavens above, instead he pursues someone he likens to sunshine and warm rays of it. like on those nights he would visit her, whether it was in poisson or not.)

About how much I wanted to see you, maybe about how much I wanted to kiss you when I saw you again.

(his eyes follow her movements, how she shifts to support herself on his desk and brushes her foot against his thigh. his gaze as much as its piercing holds in it something more that would never fade for navia; his hands as cold as they must feel from his resonance and torn to pieces as they are, soon take hold of her leg. his lips brushing against the skin as his rough fingertips are delicate in the way they trace patterns into it whilst he works his way up slowly.)

[ Navia's lips part in a soft, thoughtful hum when the Duke brushes his lips against her leg, his calloused fingers, the roughness of his hands such a contrast to her fair, smooth skin. Although Navia's life hadn't been one of ease in some respects, she couldn't possibly begin to imagine the kinds of things Wriothesley's had had in store for him. She liked that, though, the fact that they were so different yet similar at the same time. He was always able to see things from her perspective, and challenge her when she needed it. It was thrilling and enamoring to say the least.

She giggles a little when he touches a spot that feels ticklish over her calf, heart beating faster when she notices that he's moving upward. Her ocean blue eyes lid halway, moving her leg from being crossed to letting him direct her legs as he wished, licking her lips some with anticipation. ]

Maybe, he says... [ She nearly pouts teasingly, but the smile on her lips betrays it because of how good it feels to know he had been thinking about the same things she had. Navia lifts one hand to reach over and brush her fingers adoringly through his black and grey streaked hair, the softness of his hair something she'd always rather enjoyed. ] Maybe you should kiss me, then...

(adoration is something they both have for each other, their teasing, the way they can maybe talk to each other and even the way they care is part of it. something mutual, something he respects and knows, no matter their separate worlds; it doesn't stop him from feeling he's made the choice he needed to. never mind the promise he'd made to her father, the fact that he'd broken it when he hoped he'd understand his reasons. things change, as does his own heart, as time passes between him and Navia.

he feels more relaxed at her touch, at her hand running through his hair once wriothesley has decided he shouldn't keep her waiting. a kiss is only part of tonight: perhaps even more than that, for deep down he knows he wants to protect her sunlight. that softness he covets and adores with his rough hands and lips, no matter how cold his touch is. her anticipation is something he shares in knowing that even he had been waiting.)

Puisque vous le souhaitez si gentiment....

(that didn't take much, for with her permission to part her legs to get out of his seat between them and come close to her. his hands for now rest beside her on the corner of his desk, something that would surely change given where their mood was making this head toward. he's close enough to her lips so that she may feel how warm his breath is in contrast to the coldness of his body. that he had some manner of it even as after that brief pause for his pale eyes to look into the ocean of hers, where he leans in to gently claim her lips in a much needed kiss.)

[ Navia's breath catches in her throat the moment Wriothesley leans close enough for his warm breath to ghost across her lips. Her heart pounds, every moment they've spent together, every feeling he's made her feel suddenly rushing to the surface and Navia feels transfixed, caught. He's always, somehow, made her feel like she belonged with him... maybe it wasn't just something she was imagining. Chills run across her skin as his voice breathes those words against her lips. When he dips into that tone of voice, she has no choice but to surrender.

She melts, utterly, into the kiss, both hands now having found their way up into Wriothesley's hair as they grip at the strands, parting her lips to welcome his kiss even deeper. This, this is what she'd wanted more than anything. That feeling of his lips moving against hers, silently telling her how much he wanted her, that he adored her... only hoping that he could feel the same from how she returned the kiss.

Navia utters a soft, pleased sound into the kiss, legs lifting to wrap around her lover's hips now because she can be a little greedy and she wants to feel the cool touch of his body before it gets all hot and bothered later. Her lips knead over his needily, squeezing him closer if it was possible. She really doesn't care what their statuses in this world means when the two of them are together like this. Here, in the darkness of the fortress, she can forget about being more than just a girl, looking for someone to catch her when she falls. Perhaps she'd already found him. ]

(just as he wished most for, for them to melt together. his lover is the sweetest girl he ever had known; he wouldn't desire another if he could so very help that and this much was fact. those pretty words and teases, that sense of comfort from their closeness and how he finds it impossible to not desire her the way that he does. she's every bit his dearest partner. someone he would kiss like it was their first and love thoroughly, tenderly as they spend their nights together. their days at that too, whenever and however they could do such things.

the kiss deepens between their parted lips, words which he keeps silent fed into it by the warmth he starts to give her. adoration, desire, and want are all part of him in how he feels. navia is truly, deeply, someone he would not ever want to lose. even now as he comes closer to her against this desk of his.

his hands move, taking a hold of her thighs when her legs wrap around his waist in her greed. her need is met equally with his own. they can move later if she desires such a thing; to kiss her as the start to this night is more than enough for him as a lead into their other desires. his hunger grows, a hound like him can be greedy after all even if that doesn't always happen when people would know it most. hungering, desiring, and feasting if allowed as he gives every drop of what makes himself him to his lover. like now with the heat in his body building slowly.

even he felt as if he might not ever find that someone he wants most, he had been prepared to just carry onward and pretend. but, then came navia who crashed into that dreary world he was part of. falling and fluttering, bringing her cherished light as he caught her. he would always catch her truly, he wouldn't dare release her if she wished it most.)

[ Navia exhales a soft moan against Wriothesley's lips. His hands feel big, cold and rough against her naked thighs and she loves it. There's no one else she'd rather have touching her like this and even admitting that to herself makes her body flush even hotter. Until now, their relationship had felt very... casual, easy, coming to see each other whenever they felt like it only to part again hours later. It got harder and hard to do so with every time, and Navia realized at some point that she didn't want just casual... she wanted him. All of him.

Her manicured fingers brush down the sides of his face, over the scars peeking out from the neckline of his button down until she finds the buttons holding the fabric together. She undoes them quickly while they kiss, her lips kneading hungrily over his because the taste of his tongue against her own was so addictive.

She can feel his erection between her thighs, her own arousal rushing through her veins and into the depths of her stomach just thinking about him taking her, claiming her as his. She didn't mind his greed, either, wanted nothing more than to make him feel like she belonged to him, because her heart already did.

Navia hums appreciatively as her hands smooth over his well-built abs, her fingertips moving over every ridge and firm muscle hidden hidden beneath his scarred skin and she moves her hands up over his chest before sliding them back down to undo his pants. ]

I want you... now... [ Navia utters breathlessly when she breaks the kiss just a little, heart pounding. She'd forgotten about the handcuffs for now, all she wanted was Wriothesley buried deep inside of her. ]

(it took time for wriothesley even to begin to slowly accept the way their relationship had changed. he never was used to this, to someone like him at first it had been easier to not allow himself to grow attached. there were rarer times he could ever leave the fortress; after all it is not as though his sentence did truthfully end, no matter the position he holds as duke. and yet, he did start to embrace the change between them as something that had been far from reach for a man like him originally. what came was little things: each going beyond the physical as he grew used to it and even learned how to show a woman like her that he had been serious. he wanted her to have all of him, too.

as her well manicured fingers trail down his face, the scars which cover his neckline since he had foregone the leather bands he wears around those this time as if in anticipation there as well. a small part of wriothesley is amused at the feeling of her fingertips brushing against bare skin as his upper body and chest are exposed to the night air with each hungry kiss between them as he feeds a soft moan of his own to navia's lips.

he's hard as thought, thoroughly aroused and everything at their heat filled exchanges throughout the day placing him under a special kind of torture only navia is capable of. his hands do work to hike up her dress, to expose more of her as best he could without ripping it. maybe another time he would send her back with ripped clothing; likely not without chiori giving him an earful for ruining her dresses had she learned about it.

the sound of his belt buckle and zipper coming undone hits him fairly quick after her hands explore the muscle he built into his body. his well sculpted and trained body which was almost herculean in strength; the coldness of his flesh was growing warmer. heated and running like fire melting the ice beneath his skin. seems that they would start in his office then. later, he would take her to his bedroom is the thought he has.

she needs him after all, like how he needed her when he makes sure that dress of hers is shifted upward just enough to reach for her undergarments. his fingers hook into the sides of them. as thought, he hums in approval, easier access is far more simpler than the ordeal of stripping her down most of the time.) Je ne manquerai pas de t'aimer beaucoup alors, rayon de soleil.... (he did want to bury himself in her just as badly as she desires it.)

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