[ They're both chained to their respective duties, aren't they? Nyx with his constant feeling the need to save and protect not only those he cares about, but as many people as he can. Luna with her Oracle duties which tie to Noctis and that ring he's destined to have. Neither of them have ever really taken time for themselves, taken pleasure for themselves. Always busy with watching over others, ensuring others are safe, are happy... have a chance at a life neither of them could have.
So it's selfish. He knows it to be. Swooping in and claiming his young King's ex right here out in the open of the cabin they all share and seemingly not giving a damn. All he can see and feel and taste is her. Those fleeting glances given to one another, the way in which she somehow just knew how to be there for him when he didn't even want to be there for himself. She's helped him to see the future differently. Helped him to feel something he hasn't felt in a long-ass time.
The heat between them is from a chemistry they've both had with one another since they first met and he falls right into it and her warmth without much resistance. Hands desperately roam over her body, caressing against her breasts through her dress while a knee slips between her legs to keep her there against the wall. He sighs against her lips, parting them as he trails kisses along her jaw and neck, hands blindly pulling at her dress, lifting it up above her waist. The knee he has between her legs rubs at her in a way that's meant to stimulate her until his hand can finds itself there and when it does, he replaces the rubbing with the gentle stroke of fingers between her legs, breathing hard against her neck as he feels her on his hand. ]
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Date: 2019-10-28 02:50 am (UTC)So it's selfish. He knows it to be. Swooping in and claiming his young King's ex right here out in the open of the cabin they all share and seemingly not giving a damn. All he can see and feel and taste is her. Those fleeting glances given to one another, the way in which she somehow just knew how to be there for him when he didn't even want to be there for himself. She's helped him to see the future differently. Helped him to feel something he hasn't felt in a long-ass time.
The heat between them is from a chemistry they've both had with one another since they first met and he falls right into it and her warmth without much resistance. Hands desperately roam over her body, caressing against her breasts through her dress while a knee slips between her legs to keep her there against the wall. He sighs against her lips, parting them as he trails kisses along her jaw and neck, hands blindly pulling at her dress, lifting it up above her waist. The knee he has between her legs rubs at her in a way that's meant to stimulate her until his hand can finds itself there and when it does, he replaces the rubbing with the gentle stroke of fingers between her legs, breathing hard against her neck as he feels her on his hand. ]