Amidst the inspection of over-all condition even, the freckled sprite softened once more and wore the full bloom of warming sentiments. Hands easing then from their perpetuating sweeps of comfort reduced their efforts to half, bringing one up that it may furl over the back of respective mantle curve and impress squeeze. If anything, to exact the easing sense across delicate skin worn taut over her collar; please, speak --rather, keep speaking. Short buzz of the first initial and on towards muscles dance completing say of name. She'd not grow tired of it. "and you'll have me," she confirmed, " no matter what -- here, or there, or...anywhere; I'll follow you."
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      Mistaken for a reiteration and thus, sidled up in a manner of speaking, to help him along in case challenge presented itself in the repetition, "Hu'hs--ban-d'h," but do not ask her to spell it out, though she could; the little woman's focus had drifted elsewhere. Particularly the ongoing tax of increasing parches of the throat... cued by a subtle widen and draw back into intense appraisal of a loving visage, while sharpened features were not without their own fashion of the sentiment as it governed their lay as they were and settling into the terms of their impending future just over the horizon and then on from this immediate point. "H'hm," ahh, who needed a bow and arrow to strike true on those swelling thumpers locked away?
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      Under the cast of scarlets, that is. Was it beyond Zilyana to make comment, though? Of course not, tone betraying the words and discrediting the would-be scold therein, " that was m'hean," them joyous notes riding on his hoarsened timbre in light of implored halt. Not even the elf would believe her own words with the corners of boundaries making cut into the beds of her cheeks. Hereabouts the reminder of his role in the matter and the accompanying head bob should there be any difficulty in the follow; sapped senses on the slow return, or 'haps obstructed hearing with that distant ring in the canal and its fade into odded buzz. Freed from it just barely, faint traces kept to leftward receiver but it wasn't enough to cause miss of that relieving heft from Raven's lungs.
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      Appreciative of their mutual draw to hands-on expression went without saying ( and the stand still at moment even more), yet broadcast itself clearly within respective watch varying in hue. Captivating waters and their companions of gold, meeting and bringing a picture whole; as sunlight --or the moon, dancing across the rolling waves, and in this case waves of mention held radiance of unconditional admiration coming full circle. Beginning with one, onto the other, and looping. Chest-centric heaves might stand as difficult to shake, but were assuredly undergoing ebbs of their own at last. Ceased not swells and bucks of pleasant cushion into the mismatching set of pectorals, favorable mien reigned supreme across countenances fair and sweat-glossed bronze.
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      Pouted fuller bottom accentuating the minute hang open and lower tier's display of pearl thereafter, "H'u," fleeting exhalation whilst taken into the sturdy wraps and owning up further to pleasing effect instilled by passing digits and their work across outlines across her overall shape, ranking Raven's own touch as among contenders for soothe alongside her own a second time over. After all, recent chains of events involving the voyage across could testament to this end.
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      Maker watch over whom dared to shake foundations or tried. And pray too that the self proclaimed master of unusual autumnal monstrosities was there to curb the ire, if that read as the wiser course. Versed hands and handling may be the only things capable of preserving livelihoods of the unsuspecting. Evidence present under the benign attentions reflected unto shoulders narrow set, despite the ineffectual whinge staked on gasps of agitated nerves and pleas given voice with but utterance of name alone. See how Zilyana complied with the wedging lengths of weaving arm regardless, although it had not been without some delivered incentives to go easy on her. Little wonder surrounded suspect ploy for remnants of blaze and its euphoric trails thereabouts, but nevertheless imps of ebony locks left uncovered the moment of post-coital vulnerability.
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      Hardly beyond them to rationalize it in this way, but still some consideration may side with nags unkind belonging to over exertion and the aches of joints by association. Take heart, weary soul--for hostess equipped with honeyed pools would not look upon this as a sign of elderly status. To Zilyana, this was a strapping lad still and would be keep resolute to this claim. Evidence abundant in her court to support it, though many would state otherwise; as prior: fie on them with appropriate flares. And even now Raven showcased the glimmers in essence of springtime's youth. T'would be a feat in itself to shake the man from his jubilant station and not without its own brand of repercussions wearing attributes sharp as the arrow heads hidden away within a pair of quivers. Protective natures went both ways, and while one hardly made exhibition of territorial venues, the other distinctly of she-elf make had imparted enough to make her able-ness known.
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      To mutual benefit it was paid; strapping man's persisting linger and the enabling elfish support by default and staying true to willing participant. Untoward in the moment to call a man out on his display of pedigree, but the same could be said in reference to Zilyana's savagery as well. Wearing smudges of the earth beneath them, sporting a stray twig and leafy fragments, along with their combination of odors decisively less and less like floral infused rinses and closer to natural assortments gaining here another coat of carnality's expend. Complaints? Hardly so, but there were limits to tolerances both sides, there simply had to be; perhaps look upon it too as precursor to refresh and do it all over again.
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"--'cause building a life with you? S'my dream."
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Soon this too tightened and fanned for an immutable smile, but permit him another second to level out his breaths, digits curling around from the back of her narrower shelf and feed the groups of four over both curves in cradle, pads idly roving their traces against the ridge of her collarbone. "Zilyana'h, I--..." Another dried attempt at swallowing those vexing nags rooting in his parched throat, carrying through thereafter regardless on hoarse hush. "I don't rightly care where we go, or what we do. ... Whatever lies ahead, I just wanna face it t'gether. Yer hand in mine." Put those city-street worries to rest, Raven offered no absolutes regarding the destination of destinies entwined -- self-styled beast master as he was, he would not scare her away with those supposedly fearsome shackles of "domestication," as she once accused him of harboring somewhere within his boundless sleeves.
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Mr and Mrs...? Further frivolities in the grand reach of their honest scheme, though unconventional still to the last in that particular case. "... H'wh--p'hew." Understated heaves of relief, as though elven custom unbeknownst to he should dictate the fashion of husband and wife be subject to competition, debate, or some other means of divvying up what were essentially equal parts to the greater whole of matrimony. Waggish glints, but calming hold of azure gazes and its distinct specks of clear aqua told of an irrefutable sincerity underlying. Overjoyed, even while the slight crook to show glossy pearls amid his evening pant provided those scruffy features with the typical hints of the lurid bowman's charm.
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Listen to them, harmonizing sweetly the sentiment in titles that may strike acquaintances and allies alike as overtly unwonted, but let it be said once more that those such folks knew little of their blessed link stitched high among the everlasting stars. Surely they more than any other knew full well what they were getting themselves into, regular revelers in the disarray defining their fair share of exploits both previously and pertinently. Incorrigibility, impertinence, and every other attribute owing toward puckish signatures of mutual make. Who of them will gray in full first? Hardly the moment for an irreverent musing, for Raven carried the opinion anyhow that they shall do so together and without mind. ... An optimist, he was quickly becoming!; the stars and a distant Maker knew it'd be him what with the headstart streaking the full brush of loosely bound locks in experience's telling spice.
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Holy heavens beneath them still, what a turn of events -- an upswing poised to hearten two spirits knowing of one another's harrowing tribulations. None of it was for naught, and lo the spoils of persistence, warmth, and that undying gasp of hope that dared to bide its time in a tomb of ruinous circumstance. It had not been as though Raven couldn't imagine their particular turnout prior, finding himself caught in those daylit daydreams when the weariness of exhaust confined both to suspiciously domestic idles. Still... they were movements wholly unfamiliar to even he, who so openly waxed his poetics to the dismay of whomever occupied an earshot distance, prattling on about those tender realms of feeling. A dealer in dalliance, as keener observations may take him, but see how structure and substance alike provided foundation to let him shirk those once fickle proclivities once and for all.
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Not moving -- not yet or far, anyhow -- intending on wearing her there a little while longer and christen the lass of his affections as the sole heiress to his devotions henceforth. "Mn'h'aah... h'eh." 'Neath the sweat-soaked luster of erring fringe imposing over his shorter locks, falling by the way to frame his rightmost side with strays twisting further by hang of his attentive cant, his weathered shapes made enough space to suspend the sights beneath in wholehearted admiration equally showing of his amazement as it was incontestable reverence. Easier to perceptions rendered vulnerable before a serendipitous retrospective, but the affirmations thereafter were not without their show of due wonderment. Husband and wife; the once despondent guiser and sprite exploited from urban slums.
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An ushering gesture, as read by the gradual ease of his chest to lower the spacious expanse of his heftsome back into a lover's coil, settling back to pad bare and buckle of breast with the comforts of the she-elf's tempting bosom. It was here where he could better siphon the reverberations from the pacer's frenzied strikes, cutting under those sylphlike shoulders by the innermost blades of his hands, that he may worm feelers from the smallest between her body and the velvet she lazed atop, turning forearms in thereafter to bolster the good woman in a supportive bed of his arms. Oh'ho, perish that miserable thought; nothing could pry him untimely from these moments that were appraised to have their weight in worlds. Raven had waited long and hard for them, be it unknowingly over the course of ten years prior or on an excruciating ferry closer to immediate recollection.
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Grateful for Zilyana's benevolent mind, seemingly second-nature by his hazy read, operating under the same paltry breaths that fed the shaky whimper to limbs unlatching themselves from around his lumbar. A lesser known trait of those touches deft as they were devious being their propensity to weave soothe into his sinewy fibers, fully forgiving whatever surface-level scores had been etched into the firm tablet of his back, and effectively melting by the administration of each loving stroke. Tenderness to provide counterbalance for her blunt besetting, endearing her to no end in the mind of the hedonistic reprobate sworn into her heart.
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Dare not call the adaptable escape artist utterly helpless, but it was not the first time he had lowered his guard along with his trousers in the company of one conniving imp, and it most certainly would not be the last. If there was any certainty consistent through them even as far back as the budding time shared, it was that the poor bird never learned better --even in light of witnessing the she-elf's tenacity firsthand. An advantage still in affectionate stalls, Raven should count himself fortunate in this regard, blissfully unaware of just how the island's forest floor felt without the lovely buffer of womanly reception padding his tuckered press. "Mm--mmnnhh..." No finer indication of gratitude in gruff, lowly drone had preceded him quite like the one that rumbled the composition of rasping cords.
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Ahh, Raven's vanity may indeed be showing through the apparent complacency of a slothful rest taken upon conquests decidedly marked by one triumphant stake. Lingering there as he could only do still simmering in the sanctified cistern for want to savor of this and all the rapturous couplings previous that had momentarily sapped him of his untold resiliency. Ostensibly self-sustaining faeries cycling under glassy surfaces keeping back the raw manifestation of life force and other such natural energies should put good work in as the playful specks swirled, as though dependent on the lifts of miraculous encouragement one Thedosian sprite instilled within him. Replenishment necessitating pause, though legs lain as lame as a clinging pant leg may suppose they could do little with third or forth winds while they knew not their own feeling.