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[ He exhales, his breath coming out in a moan. The admittance, the command stirs a need in him, leaves him dizzy and lightheaded. What he wouldn't do for her, to make her feel good?

So with a final, messy kiss to her lips he pulls back again. His eyes settle on hers as he shifts, guiding himself towards her. And as the tip comes to rest at her entrance, he shudders in anticipation.

And he pushes in. Her wet heat envelops him, forcing a deep, gravelly groan from him. As much as he tries to keep his eyes open, to watch every reaction, he finds them fluttering shut despite himself, his head lolling back. ]

Ah...

[ Her core, hot and wet and needy, pulses against the tip of him, and that moment seems to stretch into eternity. But before long he rewards her patience by finally burying himself deep into her, drawing a breathy moan from her in turn. Her legs, her tail tighten around him, as if she never wants to be apart from him, and the tips of her fingers dig into his shoulders and back. ]

Gods...

[ It feels good. Unlike anything she's ever felt... She leans forward, burying her head against the crook of his neck where it meets his shoulder. ]

Hurry...

[ Of all that is sacred and holy on Tyria, hearing her beg like that, feeling her press herself against him overwhelms him. Whatever fragments of sensible thought he had once are now gone. All he can think of is the contact between them, how he wants so much more of her.

He presses the side of his head to hers, nuzzling against the base of her horn as he begins to roll his hips in measured, controlled thrusts. The hand not holding onto her hip comes to grip the back of her head, tangling in her hair and amongst her flowers. Every inch of her insides moving against him causes his breath to hitch, and he moans low. ]

Ori...

[ The thumb at her clit begins to move again, strokes awkward and stuttered, but he's doing his best. ]

[ Ori has always been of the mind that if she asked for something nicely enough, she would have a good chance of receiving it... And this is no different.

Any clumsiness on either of their parts seems to matter very little in the headiness of this very heated encounter between them. The fact that it's him, Trahearne, is all that matters. Each movement of their bodies against each other, each touch, each breath and each filthy noise that passes between them builds an undeniable, dizzying fever within her. Soon, words are lost to her entirely, her lips staying parted but only to offer wordless noises, panting, moaning, anything to express how good this all feels. ]

[ The way her bare chest feels on him, how his skin rattles against every noise that escapes her lips, how so hot and loving she feels wrapped around him--it's overwhelming. His own lips part against her hair, a quiet groan rolling in his throat with each feverish thrust.

He feels lightheaded. His thumb pauses, pressing against her. All he can concentrate on is pushing himself closer towards the edge, eliciting more of those sounds from her; his eyes flutter open, and he is met with the bounty of nature. ]

You're beautiful...

[ Ori is chasing that edge, herself, and he can feel the way that she is, the way that her insides quiver and tighten around his... stamen I cannot believe this is a sentence that I'm writing.

With each thrust he pushes her further into and against that soft, natural cushion she's flourished, causing leaves and petals alike to weave into her brown locks, truly offering a sight to behold. She thinks the same of him as his voice bids her to open her eyes, half lidded, to see and appreciate in a way only a druid can the verdant tones of his skin against the lush summer greenery of the woods. He's perfect.

But she cannot, for the life of her, find the cohesion for words at the moment. As such, she answers him not with words but with another kiss, perhaps rough in its execution, yet tender in its intent.

Worked up as she is from the spell, and how erotic this all is, to make love under the canopy of the trees and surrounded by nature, and how good he feels inside of her, the way he's been so attentive to her sensitive bud... She won't last much longer. ]

[ The touch with which she greets his lips is so soft, so loving that he scarcely cares about how messy or rough it might be. She does not need to use any words to tell him just how much she cares for him, on such a deep level. He knows. And so he returns it with his own gentle kiss--despite how hard it is for him to retain any semblance of control and composure at this point.

He pushes in, faster and deeper with each thrust; each movement sending a needy moan through his lips and into hers, waves of ecstasy to roll through his being and through her. No longer can he keep his eyes open. He's so lost in all of this, in all of her as he nears his apex. ]

O-oh, Ori... I'm...

[ It comes out in a groan. It's quite obvious what the rest of that sentence is meant to be, but he simply does not have the brainpower between the spell and the heady attraction between them. ]

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[ She can feel them both drawing closer to bliss, in the maddening pace and fervor that Trahearne has now set... But somehow, somehow, what she wants is something else. She wants to worship him, and to watch his face as she does so. With the last of her remaining willpower, she leans in to say, with her voice rough-hewn and near-breathless, ]

Let me taste you...

[ And with that, she moves her hips, causing him to slip out of her, and her legs loosen away from him while brings herself back onto the ground, on her feet. Then, with a fevered strength, grasps him by the arms to turn them both, pressing his back into the bed of flowers and moss on the tree before she goes down on her knees before him. Her gaze is reverent, searing, and loving all at once as her fingers curl around his shaft, giving him a few languid strokes before she draws his stamen into her mouth, her tongue hot and wet as it presses flat against him, bobbing her head with more urgency to finally send him into a blissful release. ]

[ Trahearne pauses when she speaks, pulling him back from the edge. A breath, barely a whine, escapes as she removes him; he watches with mild curiosity and interest as she moves him in place. The barely-formed questions in his mid are quickly answered as he watches her get to her knees, as she takes him into her hands, and--

Oh. Oh.

This is--this is different. Different, but so good. The heat, the moisture, the movement all so different from everything else he'd experienced thus far, and he melts under her touch. His head falls back into the soft bed of moss and blossoms, his mouth falling open with a loud, low groan. His fingers tangle in her hair, grip at her scalp as she pushes him to climax.

Ori is rewarded with her bounty before long--a thin, sweet, syrup-like substance oozes from the tip and into her mouth. His back rolls against the moss before his whole torso buckles over her, spasming beyond his control as he comes. ]

[ This is new to her, too; naturally, she's never taken a sylvari lover before. But the very taste of him and his spend is unlike any other, sweet and hot like warm honey spilling into her mouth and down her throat as she continues her ministrations, drawing every drop out of him until he has nothing left to give, humming against him as he holds her, clutches at her like he would very well fall apart.

Perfect.

In time, she pulls away with a sinfully wet sound, her eyes never leaving his face all the while as she swallows dutifully. ]

How was that?

[ She doesn't need to know; it's clear from what just happened that he very much enjoyed that, even for how brief it was, but she wants to hear him say it nonetheless. ]

Beautiful.

[ The haze of the afterglow washes over him. He's never felt so...at peace. So loved before. There's a warmth he feels enveloping him, though he also wonders if that might be the golden light of the setting sun.

When he finally looks down, he's enamored by the sight. A lazy smile crosses his face as he gets to his knees, hands cupping her jaw the entire time. And when he's finally level with her, he leans in for a kiss. Faintly, he can taste their love on her lips. ]

Allow me.

[ He wraps an arm around her to lean her back, and gently lay her on the grass. Though it is different from her druid-conjured bed, it is still a beautiful frame nonetheless. He flashes her one final smile before leaving a trail of kisses down her neck, her chest, her stomach, and at last, to her bud. His tongue runs along folds he'd only barely familiarized himself with, tasting her, as he pushes his fingers in, all to finish what he started. ]

[ Her lips curl into a smile as he lays her down onto the grass, the fabric of her skirt still bunched up at her waist, and her blouse still loose around her. Readily she spreads herself for him, unfurling like a flower as he leans in and tastes her just as she had tasted him. With hooded eyes she watches him, haloed by the golden light that bathes this clearing, and feels that she may as well fall in love all over again. ]

Gods, that's... Good...

[ Trahearne feels as good with his tongue and hands pleasing her just as he had with his stamen. In due time, she comes apart for him, her fingers digging into the soft foliage atop his head as she gives a withering cry, her walls snapping tight around his fingers. They've made a veritable mess of each other, making love out in the woods, but Ori wouldn't have it any other way.

Not long after, they finally drift back down to earth, and she pulls him up and into her arms, letting his head come to rest lovingly on her chest. Above them, the starts begin to peek out and dot the sky, the sight of them framed by the canopy of trees above them. ]

Let's stay like this for a little while...

[ How pleasing it is to hear her sing like that at the height of her pleasure, how pleasing it is to know that he's the one who brought her there. That he could return the favor, and that she enjoys it. And before he allows himself to be pulled up, he pauses to lick her juices from his fingers, savoring every last drop.

Trahearne rests comfortably against Ori's chest, suddenly feeling more at peace than he has in a long time. He gives a sigh and a little nod. He wouldn't mind staying like this for...forever.

As he gazes at the stars above them, a thought crosses his mind.

He smiles. ]

The stars of the sky remind me of the flowers in your hair. [ A pause. ] Brilliant. And otherworldly.

[ She can't help but chuckle at his words; surely, he can feel her voice reverberating in her chest and the way her body shakes with that light laughter. ]

Otherworldly? I can't give you that one, Trahearne... We're literally of other worlds.

[ Still, the fondness in her tone says that she doesn't mind the sap (🥁) at all. In fact, she's always been a bit weak against such romantic sentiments. ]

Shall we sleep under the stars like this, then?

[ She poses it as a question, although with the way she's finally drifting back to earth, her breathing starting to slow, and her body feeling heavy from a day spent entirely frolicking in the woods and then making love... She's already starting to drift in to sleep. ]

[ When Ori laughs, when Trahearne feels the vibrations in her chest, he can't help but chuckle himself. She's right. They are both technically otherworldly. But that does not dilute his delight; he feels his sentiment gets across anyway, and that's perfectly well. ]

I think we should.

[ Trahearne adjusts his head on her chest, inhaling deeply as he calms himself to slumber. The foreign stars above them twinkle peacefully, bathing the forest in a faint glow. This, he thinks, is perfect.

...

It's the first rays of dawn that rouse Trahearne from his slumber. He feels his skin, his hair tickle with vigor as the sun reaches him, and naturally, his eyes open.

How strange. Why did he decide to sleep outside last night? He doesn't mind, of course, though he typically sticks to the luxuries of his farmhouse. Those things are hard to come by on Tyria, after all.

An unfamiliar scent tickles his nose as he breathes, and all of a sudden, he realizes his head is nestled comfortably on a woman's bare breast. With a start and a sharp inhale, he shoots up into a sit; a quick glance shows that he and his new neighbor have fallen asleep in a little clearing together. Naked. ]

By the Pale Tree--Ori?!

[ His voice is loud, panicked enough to wake her up. Hopefully. ]

[ Ori, for her part, isn't entirely unused to falling asleep completely outdoors, without even a tent, but what makes this particular awakening so strange is the fact that she's waking up beside her new neighbor. Naked.

She wakes with a start to find Trahearne looking down at her, followed by a realization that she's only half-dressed, and she's quick to cross her arms over her bare chest and scramble into a sitting position of her own. ]

T—Trahearne, I— What's going on...!?

[ Did she drink too much last night!? Why is she half-naked? It feels like she's coming out of a haze. ]

[ Trahearne wasn't even looking at her chest, but when she crosses her arms over it, he whips his head away. He doesn't care--the sight doesn't affect him--but out of respect for her. And it's now that he takes the time to look down at himself, seeing that he is entirely bare all the way down his front.

Oh. Oh no.

He stills himself, trying to calm himself as he regrows his coverings on his bare parts. And as he does so, he thinks.

... ]

We...

[ He almost glances over his shoulder, but stops himself. ]

I think we were under some sort of spell.

[ He remembers intense adoration, intense affection, months, years of a relationship bottled into one single day.

And--

Not once had he thought of Syrlya.

The thought shocks him. A familiar, comfortable ache in his chest clenches when he realizes this, and a hand comes to cover his mouth. ]

[ Ori's chest once again snubbed by the Academy... A travesty.

With only the barest, haziest recollection of what transpired over the course of yesterday, it doesn't even register to Ori that he would be considered completely nude as he is. In any case, she's too busy turning away, herself, and hastily trying to button her blouse back up and smooth her skirt back down... Gods, it had been ruched up so high and—

Spell, he says, and it all comes crashing down on her. Their first encounter in the morning, and the way they were mutually swept away into a whirlwind of a romance that should have rightfully taken place over much time, but instead ran the course of an entire day. At the end of which, they...

She buries her face in her hands, draws in a deep breath, and expels it in a quivering breath. ]

How... How could this happen? I didn't even feel like I was under a spell, I should have been able to at least tell...

[ She didn't get to make a Charisma Saving Throw!! Which she probably would have failed anyway!

But at last, she glances Trahearne's way again, and... ]

Trahearne...

I didn't feel like I was either, and that--scares me.

[ There's a similar quiver in his voice, spurred on by the rising panic in his chest. His eyes dart over himself, over the clearing, trying to find a clue as to how it happened in the first place. But, nothing. Nothing but the echoes from yesterday and a steeping guilt in his gut.

When his leg pieces are mostly regrown--around the most important parts, notably--he flops back down onto his back, hand on his mouth. He doesn't respond to his name at first, amber only rolling over to the side after a moment. The emotion in them is...indescribable.

He whispers: ]

I'm sorry, Ori. Did I hurt you?

[ It scares her, too. ]

It must be the Goddess' doing, right?

[ There's no other explanation other than the selfsame force that brought them all here in the first place. It has to be. Otherwise, surely... It wouldn't have been like this. They never would have ended up like this.

His quiet whisper is what finally bids her to turn to look at him once more, finding him laying back down on the grass. ]

N-No, I... You didn't hurt me. Did I hurt you?

[ A beat, then she adds: ]

...I'm sorry, too. I'm sure I'm not the person you would have rather had that happen with...

[ He hates the thought, considering how favorably he thinks of the goddess. She has brought him here, from what he assumes would be oblivion, and has offered him countless opportunity for a second chance at life and love, and--

He wonders if this is part of it.

His eyes remain on Ori, so he's there to greet her when she looks at him again. He shakes his head. If the echoes of their affair in his mind are accurate then he had an incredible time. To be so deeply in love...

His gaze turns to the sky, and his hand slips from his mouth to splay over the scar on his chest. Slowly, he shakes his head. ]

I can't imagine you were hoping to have that happen with me, either.

[ They just met, after all...

He takes a deep breath, realizing that he has never admitted aloud what he is about to say: ]

I am...in love with another.

[ They just met, after all...

Ori has no response to offer other than a quiet, thoughtful little hum as she draws her knees up to her chest and wraps her arms around her legs, taking care to tuck her skirt against her legs out of a modesty that the both of them clearly lacked the night prior. ]

...I see. Someone here...?

[ There's no judgment or regret in her tone; it is a simple note of understanding. His heart must be in turmoil, to have found himself bedded by another who isn't the person he's in love with. And if that person is here, too, then... All the more so.

Her ears droop down as her gaze falls to a patch of wildflowers nearby. ]

I'm sorry. We should pretend it never happened. Neither of us were in our right minds...

...Syrlya.

[ His voice almost comes out as a whisper, the admission causing a coil of emotion to prick at his throat. For the first time in a...long, long time, he lets what he recognizes as love seep out from its containment, as though making sure he's still all there.

That was scary.

He takes another breath and sits up. At this point, most of the leaves on his shirt have regrown--he's looking like normal. His scar hidden once again. When he looks to Ori, there's worry written all over his face. ]

No. We weren't. It would not be fair to you--to either of us if word got out.

[ ... ]

I would...still like to be your friend, however. You're an amazing person who's led an amazing life.

[ Her arms tighten around herself when he sits up; the look on her face spells all of the worries swirling in her heart and mind, at hearing that not only is Trahearne in love with someone else, but that person is right here on this island. It would have been one thing if he'd told her that he still had feelings for someone at home, which is a feeling she would have related to more than she would want to admit, but...

That only solidifies what they must do. Truth to tell, she's not all too worried about her own reputation, here. Maybe a little bit, but it's overshadowed by her worrying about Trahearne and Syrlya. ]

If... For whatever reason, the truth comes out, then we have to make sure he knows it wasn't... By choice. And that there really isn't anything... between us. You can blame me for it, if he gets upset about us keeping it a secret...

[ She curls into herself a little bit more, pressing her forehead into her knees at what he says. She doesn't feel like an amazing person, right now. ]

...We can still be friends. I would like that...

[ She doesn't have very many of those here, after all. ]

[ As Ori curls up, the concern on his face grows stronger. Trahearne scrambles over to her, eyes never leaving her, and he puts his hands firmly on her shoulders. ]

No. I won't blame you for this. It wasn't your fault, and this decision is... It's mutual. And even if he does find out, I know he'd be understanding.

[ He has a big heart for someone who doesn't have one, after all.

There's a pause before he pulls Ori into a tight hug. If there's one thing he takes away from this experience, it has to be the care he now feels for her. Even if it isn't romantic. ]

Whoever falls in love with you...is in for a treat. [ Truly. She's so caring, so delightful, and, objectively, beautiful. It's hard to think the last time he smiled so constantly.

Quietly, he promises himself to make sure she finds love and happiness here. ]

I feel like...if we really met in a dream...

[ He pulls back from the hug, a little smile on his face. ]

...I could have fallen in love with you.

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