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[ Why is that, but in this moment she feels so safe with him, despite not knowing him very well at all. ]

You have something to give me...?

[ It comes as such a surprise and yet a lovely one, one that she can't find herself feeling anything but elated by. Because... It means that he'd thought of her, and thought of seeing her again so he could give her this gift. And that makes her heart flutter yet again... At his prompting, he nods and follows him dutifully, her grip on his hand all the while remaining firm and steadfast. ]

[ The walk back to the house isn't a long one. But the joy Trahearne feels as he marches among the trees, bathed in sunlight, hand-in-hand with Ori makes it feel like the best walk of his life. At some point, he glances over his shoulder to beam at her.

It isn't a luxurious present by any means, but he still hopes she likes it nonetheless.

He lets go when they reach the house only to step inside for a moment. He emerges with a large, messy bouquet of flowers--some grown on the farm, some picked from his morning walks--bound together by simple twine. He grasps her hands so that they wrap around the stems, and he cups his hands over hers. ]

I always thought you would look at home in a bed of wildflowers.

[ It isn't a luxurious present like jewelry or new gear or a magical items - no, not by any means - but luxury has never been all that important to Oriphi. Less is more is something that she truly lives by, and to be given this simple, yet significant gift seems to bring her no small measure of joy. It's clear on her face, that sheer delight, the way her smile reaches all the way to her eyes and brightens all the more as she looks up from the beautiful spray of flowers and into the eyes of the man who's given her this precious gift. ]

I... I don't know what to say. This is an amazing present, Trahearne. I love flowers...

[ She dips her head and lifts the bouquet - and their joined hands - to take in their scent, warmth blooming all the more in her cheeks as she does so. ]

[ Every movement, the way she delights in her bouquet, only brings further lightness in his chest. Trahearne doesn't even realize that a smile beams across his face as he watches her. He is no stranger to finding joy simply in watching another, but never has it felt so...amplified.

He can't help but chuckle as she says that. Of course she does. And he's glad he's right. ]

And I love that you love them, Ori.

[ After a moment, once she's taken in the scent of the flowers, he puts the slightest, gentle pressure on her hands to encourage her to lower her hands and make a little room. Because once she does, he leans in to gently kiss her--her lips are two soft, tiny suns on his. ]

[ His words give her pause - and they so often have, in all of the brief time that they've spent together so far this morning... She can't help but feel drawn to him all the same, leaning into that inescapable pull she's felt ever since she first saw him in the clearing.

He pulls their hands down with no resistance from her end, and when she realizes that he's leaning in, it only feels natural for her to lean in, too, her eyes slipping shut meanwhile.

His lips are soft - softer than she thinks she would have imagined. A new sensation for her, to be sure, yet there's no trepidation, no worry, no hesitation behind the way she kisses him back duly. This... This feels nice. It feels right, in a way that she truly cannot explain. ]

[ It is strange, isn't it? This feels right. Perfect. Yet they only met for the first time a few days ago. Perhaps the goddess really was onto something?

Trahearne feels himself melting into the kiss in a way he's never experienced before. Is this what it feels like to kiss someone he truly...loves? This is not what it felt like with Kaeya, van Zieks, Noé. Her warmth overcomes him, and he sighs into the contact.

After what feels like an eternity, he pulls back; delight riddles his face, a lightness fills his chest. He can't help the grin that bursts across his face as he takes in Ori's face once again, delighted by how beautiful she is. ]

Shall we explore the forest?

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[ She hums into their kiss, similarly melting into it with a sense of abandon. She can scarcely believe that she's kissing him - he's truly a remarkable being, even for her who hails from a world where she already knows many such remarkable beings. Trahearne is special, even amongst them.

When he pulls back, she looks up at him with a face that is just as light and warm and near giddy. And that only becomes all the more so at his suggestion. With one hand still holding the bouquet, she lowers the other to take entwine her fingers with his. ]

Yes, let's do that. And I'd love to get to know you better while we explore, too...

[ He welcomes her hand, gently squeezing her in their newfound contact. The smile on his face is fond; the butterflies in his chest never cease their fluttering. He could float on air like this, he thinks, so long as his hand remains linked with hers. ]

Only if you return the favour.

[ There's a slight tease to his voice--of course, he knows in the back of his mind that they will be sharing stories. Conversation will flow between them like a practiced dance, and that he will love every minute of it. Why does he feel this way? Why has he never even entertained the idea of them before this?

And so off into the woods they go, into the deepest, unmarked and untrodden corners among the trees. But not once does Trahearne worry for time or for their location. He tells her of his home, of his travels and studies and all the things he fought so hard to protect. And whatever she decides to tell him, he receives with enthusiasm and without judgment. Every part of her, he decides, he loves unconditionally.

And perhaps once they're done exploring the woods, they can explore...each other?? ]

[ Ori, too, tells him of her home. Of her role and abilities as a druid, of her grand adventure, of meeting her precious friends and the relics they needed to gather, the evil they faced. Of her sister, and their mending relationship. The smaller, less exciting, but nonetheless fulfilling adventures she's had since then. It's a blessing, she thinks, that they find each other so fascinating, and she feels like they could go on talking for hours on end, for the whole day, and she would be a better person for it.

She is sure, now more than ever, that Trahearne is the most remarkable man she has ever met. And spirits, she is so lucky to have fallen in love with him... (For a day.)

It matters little how long they've been out, but there does come a time when it feels that there's not much more talking to be done, when they decide to take a break in another clearing. ]

You really are incredible, Trahearne. We've spent so long talking, but I still feel like there's so much more we can talk about...

[ It may be for a day, but it feels like forever. The very small part of Trahearne's mind that isn't under the spell nags him, loudly, but it's drowned out under the buzz of affection he feels for Ori. He has felt this way before. But for who, it's on the tip of his tongue. It's somewhere in there.

But when he sees the way she's enshrouded in nature like this, does it matter?

As they come to a halt in this new clearing, he finds himself naturally drawing closer to her. A hand comes to rest at the small of her back and the other cups her jaw, thumb gently brushing over the curve of her cheek. ]

You could speak for an eternity and I would hang on to every word. [ Has he been smiling this whole time? Perhaps, yet it feels like his smile widens. ] Your voice is a melody on the wind, and I doubt I would ever tire of hearing it.

[ There doesn't seem to be as much of a nagging undercurrent on Ori's part; she's absolutely elated, light on her feet and feeling as if she's floating on a cloud the longer they've been together. So much so, that when he pulls her in close and wraps an arm around her, cradling her cheek with his other hand, she simply melts against him, like she were made for him.

At least, not until he speaks.

Because what comes out of his mouth are words so beautiful that she truly cannot think of them as anything but poetry, and... He's not the only one who's been so poetic when speaking with her, is he?

"Poetry, I think. That's what you are."

But the words, the memory are hazy and lost in the mist of whatever magic has ensnared them, and instead of remembering a certain bard of hers... She smiles up at Trahearne, and her hands wrap around his shoulders as she brings herself up to the very tips of her toes in order to kiss him fully, deeply. Surrendering. ]

[ The subtle movement of Ori reaching up is enough for Trahearne. He leans down to meet her lips with equal passion, equal delight. He sighs into her lips and holds her closer; he never wants to let go.

The hand at her cheek slides to the back of her head, tangling in the soft strands of her hair. Her warmth consumes him--she is so small, yet how can she be this radiant?

She is a star, he thinks.

In all honesty, he doubts he will ever have his fill of her, and it's with faint regret that he pulls back. Only just, giving himself enough room to speak, but that is all. His lips, warmed by her love, brush against hers. ]

You are the woman of my dreams. [ His voice is but a murmur, the smooth pebbles at the bottom of a clear stream. ] I cannot believe...I've found you.

[ Oh, but she chases after his lips when he pulls away, lamenting even that smallest bit of distance - and then once again, he takes her breath away with his words. Her body melts against his as she chuckles ever so softly, something warm and bubbly and unbearably fond. ]

Then you should make the most of this time, now that you've finally found me...

[ Less talking poetic, more smooching, Trahearne. ]

I should.

[ Something about time, again, nags him in the back of his mind, but the thought quickly melts way as he does the very same into Ori's lips. Her warmth, her softness overcomes him, and he tries to find even more of her as his tongue roams the inside of her mouth.

He leans into her, perhaps a little too much, and he finds himself taking both of them against a nearby tree. He gasps into her mouth, the arm behind her head reaching up to brace himself against the rough bark. Tighter his other arm wraps around her waist. No longer is he so satisfied by the gentle, romantic contact of their wander through the woods. Now that he has her...he wants her. ]

Ori...

[ Her lips part easily and pleadingly beneath his attentions, letting him taste her duly, and tasting him in turn. An ardent heat slowly but surely builds between them when her back meets the trunk of a tree, as her tail sways slowly against bark, the sound of that contact accompanied by their breaths, the rustling of his leaves and her clothing as they kiss. Only to be broken by the whisper of her name on his lips...

And when she hears that, she is very sure that she wants him, too. Her eyes, half-lidded, stay fixed on his lips as she responds, ]

Yes, Trahearne...?

[ Trahearne's eyes just barely peel open; all he can see is a blur of lilac that fills his vision. It's hard to think he would want anything else in his life right now.

He inhales, the scent of the forest and of Ori filling his mind. ]

I would make love to you. [ He shifts against her slightly, suddenly conscious of every curve on her body against him, his nose just barely dusting the skin on her cheek. ] If you would have me.

[ She's intoxicating. ]

[ Ori smiles against his lips, their faces so close it feels almost as if her eyelashes could brush against his brow, against skin unlike any she's felt before. She breathes him in, that earthy musk of nature filling her senses; she's enamored with it all, with him, and so her answer comes all too easily spilling out of her lips. ]

I would.

[ Were she in her right mind, were the circumstances different, were this a tryst that came about as a result of genuine, progression... She might have asked to retreat to either of their homes for the luxury of getting to know each other's bodies in private, for that slow, gentle intimacy... But she is not in her right mind. Instead, the thought of him taking her right here in this clearing, against this tree feels so right, a culmination of this perfect day filled with him.

One of her hands falls away from him, but only momentarily so. Instead, it presses against the bark of the tree behind her, causing moss and flowers and life to spring forth, spreading across the trunk of the tree. ]

I'm all yours, Trahearne.

[ How nature suddenly blooms around her quite literally takes his breath away. For a moment, his heady daze is broken in his awe. That is genuine--he has never seen a druid in action before, and it's beautiful, he thinks. One who can bring life like this to the world is a treasure; unlike he, who has only dealt with death.

She is a treasure.

Trahearne is not much in his right mind either. His love has never blossomed to fruition like this in the span of a single day. It's typically a tough nut to crack, often bound by the shackles of doubt and self-effacement, set to a road of slow acceptance and action. At least, that's how it's been with Syrlya.

Part of him knows he should acknowledge that thought, but that part of him quickly melts away when he presses their lips together once more, more forcefully, with more purpose this time. He tastes her as the arm around her waist loosens, drifting to the soft fabric of her skirt. His fingers tangle in it, bunching and moving it to the side as he makes his way to her thigh. At this point his skin is sufficiently warmed by her own body heat, and his fingers press curiously into the soft flesh. ]

[ She hums into that ardent, searing kiss of theirs, and once more her lips part easily against his, this time allowing her tongue to meet his as she deepens the kiss further, angling her head so that she can taste him and he can taste her in turn. She is eager to be drunk on him, to be close to him, to feel him, all the more so when he slowly begins to hike her skirt up her leg. The feeling of his touch against her skin there is so new, yet so electrifying all at once. She's truly never had anyone like him before...

She lifts that leg of hers, presses her thigh into his side, urging him to keep touching her. ]

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[ He runs his tongue over hers, and they dance together in their deepened contact. And the longer they kiss, the more he feels like he loses himself in her. He could do this all day, he thinks.

He hums into her mouth as his hand travels upward, grabbing onto her thigh and pulling her up more towards his height. He wedges his leg between her and the tree, offering her a place to balance herself in this new, elevated position if she so wishes. But he doesn't let go; his fingers dig into the part of her hip that leads to her rear, thumb gently caressing her hip bone. A habit he has developed, he idly realizes; how different that feels with a woman. Men are so narrow, bony.

No matter. There's the slightest shift as he rolls his body into her, breaking the kiss with a sigh in the process. His lips drift upward, leaving a feathery trail of kisses up her nose, her eyelids, and to the base of her horns. ]

[ His fingers dig into the curve of her hips so perfectly, but it's not enough for her to want to stop kissing and drinking him in deeply. Only when his body rolls into hers, providing that contact and friction that she's beginning to crave, does she feel such an urge. They are of the same mind in that regard, it seems, because Trahearne pulls away with a sigh soon enough. Ori groans, for her part, her mouth remaining agape with a plea at the tip of her tongue. She wants him to kiss her again so badly.

Instead he leaves a trail of kisses moving upward, and when his lips find her horns, she is utterly powerless against the way her body shivers against him. Her horns have always been a sensitive spot for her, both physically at the base of each, and emotionally. Often the source of pain, bidding others to treat her differently or act prejudiced towards her... But here, he shows them his affection, and that makes her heart well up with feeling once more.

Her hands find his shoulders, fingertips pressing deeply into him there, as her tail thumps against the tree behind her... although it slowly comes to wrap around his leg. ]

[ There's a surprised little gasp, followed by a quiet chuckle as he feels her tail wrap around him. Something about that tickles him, how the movement tantalizes him. He pauses in his movement as he feels arousal stir in the pit of his stomach. She's--she's incredible.

He peels his chest back from her--leg still firmly keeping her somewhat off the ground, hips still attached to hers--if only to look at her. Amber eyes drift over the tiefling and her flower framing before he reaches up and behind him to slough the leaves that constitute his shirt off.

His bare chest reveals the scar Ori had concerned herself over when they first met--it's looking better. And though he knows he doesn't necessarily need to take his shirt off, he wants to feel her. All of her. ]

[ Trahearne divests himself of his leaves, baring himself and reminding her of when they'd first met, how immediately captivated she had been by his appearance. Slowly, her hand trails from his shoulders and to that scar on his chest, feeling that urge to ask about it once more, but instead trusting that in time, he'll tell her. Maybe.

It doesn't change the fact that she feels warmth blooming all over her at the sight of him. And already, she's so eager to feel him against her bare skin... To that end, she takes one of his hands and guides it to a ribbon on her blouse, urging him to take hold of that ribbon and pull on it to bare the fullness of her breasts to him. ]

[ Trahearne obediently follows her guidance and pulls loose her blouse; his lips part in anticipation as he pauses for a moment to take in the sight. She's...she's beautiful. How many times has that thought crossed his mind today?

It doesn't matter. His hand comes to gently cup her breast, taking in how soft, how malleable it feels under his fingers. Gently he massages it as he leans in again for another deep, feverish kiss, pressing his chest against hers. He exhales--they are flush against one another, the heat radiating from her body warming him from the inside.

And in the meanwhile, he rolls his hips into her again, dulled pressure radiating through his groin. That is going to need dealing with in a bit. ]

[ She can't help the way that her eyes stay fixed on his face as he takes in the sight of her; worry is far from her mind (for once), but... surely, he's never been with a tiefling woman before ~~or any woman~~, so she can't help but wonder what his reaction might be.

Soon enough, however, he touches her, drawing an approving hum from deep within her as he begins to gently massage her breast, the sound of it resonating against his lips as they meet for another kiss, and growing louder when she feels that hot, lustful friction between them. She is, admittedly, surprised by how similar this feels to being intimate with most any other humanoid - yet at the same time, everything is different because it's him, isn't it?

Her tail winds around his leg a little more tightly as she moves, bringing her standing leg up to join the other in wrapping around his body. Every roll of his hips, she meets with her own. ]

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oh nsfw warning ig...

here we go ig...

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