fearlessly | THE PSL!!!!!!

THE PSL!!!!!!

[ this time, returning had not been easy.

it's certainly not the first time. from the temple and lunatia both, alisaie had returned to her home only to bounce back to both places, but each time had been a reset, a return to her "real life," to what she left behind, as if she had never left. she had no recollection of her time spent outside of this world, no memory of the events, or emotions, or people she had been leaving behind, and so ignorance had been bliss. she had remembered, of course, every time she returned, but it had hardly mattered then, once she was back.

this time, she remembers, and because of it there is a sense of.. finality. alisaie does not know how or why, but somehow, deep in her gut, she knows that she will not be returning to lunatia. it might be her natural cynicism, her realism that one day it would come to pass that she would arrive home and not return, and she may very well be wrong, but still she cannot help the feeling that it is over, that just as she had expected she is left to remember it all, to keenly feel the ache of her breaking heart.

prompto would have said that it would be worth it. he had said as much, in the past. he would say that having experienced love would be enough, that their time together, even if less than they both would want, would be better than nothing. she wants to agree, but in her heart she cannot convince herself, and instead there is only a quiet, private bitterness that she nurses in the deep hours of the night when she sleeps to the sound of the chilly wind over the dry sands of amh araeng. the desert suits her, arid and inhospitable and imbued with an old and powerful sense of longing and loss; mayhaps it was one of the many reasons she had been drawn here to begin with, when she first arrived on the shard. this wasteland at the ends of the earth, its very sands and stones infused with the ache of countless grieving hearts and angry ends, is a reflection of her soul. it always has been.

but still she works. that much is easy. there is always work to be done, and alisaie is more than happy to see to it, to bury herself in it, to distract herself from her anger and heartbreak because it has been several moons now, and she was right. it has all ended, and rather than prompto being erased from her heart and mind, she is left with the lingering memory of him in her mind's eye, on her skin, in her heart. he had promised, and where is he now? where is she? alone with her thoughts in this desolate wasteland.

would that he were here, if only so she could sock him right in the gut. ]

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[ the road to the crystarium is not necessarily easy, for amh araeng is harsh and swift travel is not accessible, save for teleportation magicks, which.. prompto is unable to use, naturally. what a scrub.

but the journey is light and happy despite the harsh conditions. they return first to mord souq, where they rest and rehydrate, before beginning the trek back to the desert's edge, where they can at last acquire amaro to hop the mountains to lakeland and soar to the crystarium. once they are on the backs of the beasts the rest of the trip is quick, and it is not long before they are alighting on the amaro launch, beneath the protective shadow of the crystal tower. much as alisaie loves amh araeng, and finds that its harsh climes suit her, there is something about this place that feels.. safe, like home, and comfort.

exhaling a long sigh, alisaie smooths her windblown hair, then laughs when she turns to prompto, because he looks like he went through a dryer?? ]

We are not far now from proper plumbing and a hot meal.

[ no more mord worms!! ]

[ Ah, she has never said words more beautiful to him. He loves her so much. Prompto may be heartier now than he once was, but that doesn't mean that traveling for days without a shower or worms for dinner suit him. Fortunately, the Amaro makes the last leg of the journey quite short, but it's still...kind of terrifying. It's not the first time Prompto has soared on the back of a creature, but heights aren't exactly his favorite, especially when there's no buckles to keep him seated on the creature's back. Still, it's pretty darn cute, and once they've touched down in the Crystarium and he can appreciate the Amaro from a place that isn't its back, he's quite enamored with it.

They could never replace chocobos in his heart, but they just might come close...

Finding his land legs again, Prompto does his best to fix up his hair, but it's mostly hopeless. He needs a haircut, and a shave, still. Sure, the stubble makes him feel a little rugged, but he isn't sure how he feels about it!

But more than anything else, he needs a hot (non-wormy) meal and a shower, and the Crystarium can provide them both. He loves it here... ]

Yeah, yeah, laugh it up...

[ He nudges an elbow to her ribs, attempting to smother a smile, but it's a difficult task. They have much to do here in the city, but not least among their tasks is finding proper rings to mark their engagement. The thread from the blanket still adorns his finger, but it's not in great shape, and he'd wager hers isn't, too. It's about time they found something a little bit sturdier.

But also, he's really excited for that shower. ]

I dunno if you've ever said sweeter words to me! Music to my ears...where to first?

[ Sure, he's been here before, but better that she leads the way, he thinks. ]

[ alisaie has no fear or sense of self-preservation, so for her, the flying was quite exhilarating, but she has learned to appreciate the feel of an amaro's back during her long time here on the first, and she has flown atop falcons and airships plenty of times before norvrandt. prompto might be more technically advanced in some ways, but not in others..

anyway, look at his dumb hair, she continues to snicker even as she helps him rearrange it into.. something similar to his usual 'do, but not really. it's been a long time since he's seen any hair gel, tbh. but given all the wild hairstyles you can get in ffxiv, chances are there are some pomades to be found, especially here in the crystarium. ]

To the Pendants, I suppose.

[ where the showers are!! unlike prompto, alisaie has, of course, not been obsessing too much over their engagement, so she hasn't even considered the idea of new, proper rings. still, she always feels the weight of the string on her finger, the texture, and she feels it now as she slips her fingers through his to take hold of his hand and pull him into a walk beside her. ]

We'll have something warm delivered.

[ alisaie isn't terribly picky about food, but it'll still be nice to eat something proper.. ]

[ Under any other circumstances, Prompto might insist on them going out to eat, because it's been too long since he's been able to take her on a proper date. But tonight...there's nothing he really wants more than to hole up with her in a nice, warm, clean room and not leave it until tomorrow. They'll have plenty of time to explore and do all they need to during their stay here, but ordering in tonight and eating in bed...sounds like bliss.

He squeezes her hand in his, a certain spring in his step as they move towards the Pendants with Pea trotting along at their heels. Prompto will definitely need to do some photography while he's here, too — he didn't have time to fully appreciate it last time he was here, but the Crystarium is truly a beautiful place. ]

Mmm, let's have ten somethings warm delivered. What d'you say?

[ Tonight, they eat like kings. ]

I could appreciate that.

[ alisaie is, after all, a canon shoujo protag, she can eat her weight in food in one sitting, especially after several moons of amh araeng's fair. growing up in sharlayan, where the food is notoriously bland, she has never been particularly picky, but eorzea has spoiled her..

anyroad, they're off to the pendants, stopping at a stall nearby to the departments to place an order for some warm meals and fresh bread, and it is not long at all before they are at last in their cozy, comfortable room. alisaie's things are already strewn around it - several tomes and scrolls, a few spare rapiers leaned against the wall, some of her clothing on the floor.. oops, she hadn't cleaned up the last time she was here, and she hadn't intended on bringing company back?? not that prompto isn't used to her slightly slovenly ways, anyway. still, she stoops to sweep up some of her discarded smallclothes into the laundry hamper at the end of her unmade bed..

she hasn't been here in moons, give her a break!! ]

Home sweet home, I suppose. I'll start the shower.

[ Ah yes, books, swords, and panties, that's Alisaie in a nutshell. It may be the first time that Prompto has been here, but there's already a certain sense of homeyness in this room, if only because of Alisaie's affects scattered about. It's also a room with a bed and a shower — that's all Prompto needs to feel at home, honestly. As they step into the room, Prompto shrugs his bag off his shoulder and drops it near the foot of the bed, while Pea readily moves towards the fire that is already going in the hearth. ]

A shower...

[ The sound he makes is absolutely indecent. Between a food and a shower, they probably don't even need to bang tonight to be satisfied...

Anyway, while she goes to start the shower, he spreads out the food on the table near the end of the bed, nibbling a piece of meat when her back is to him, heheh... ]

Nice digs, by the way. You stay here whenever you're in town?

[ the adjacent bathroom is near enough that she can call to him through the open door while she leans to start the water. ]

Yes. We are here often enough that the Exarch saw fit to supply us with our own accommodations.

[ for so often that she is in amh araeng, she is also so often here, checking in with her brother and the scions, bringing information, resupplying - the crystarium is central enough to norvrandt that it is easily accessible from the desert. having a room of her own here is a matter of convenience.

leaning, alisaie tests the water under her fingers until she is satisfied with the temperature, then on goes the shower. she contemplates filling the tub instead, but honestly, she wants to get clean and tumble right into bed with food. maybe tomorrow can be bath time..

straightening, she lists her arms high in a stretch, her spine cracking, exhaling an audible sigh, before she's unfastening the front of her dusty tunic. ]

Your chariot awaits..

[ To be fair, if they tried to bathe tonight, they would both be liable to fall asleep in it, which is probably not how they want to spend their first night here together when they finally have access to a private bed again. It isn't lost on Prompto that this is kind of their first chance to, you know...be alone since he got here. Truly alone, anyway. He's sure that fact isn't lost on her, either.

But first things first...that shower. No sooner does the sound of water reach his ears than is he zipping over to join her, his shirt already up and over his head as he wiggles out of his boots. At least he brought her a chicken nug, or whatever the Norvrandt equivalent of a chicken nug is, and pops it right into her mouth. ]

Oh baby, now you're talkin'...

[ Nakey time!!! She has probably never seen him move that fast, tbh. ]

[ wow, that's one prompt prompto.. look at him go, he's like a blur of nakedness. she knows his true love.

but a shower does sound nice, and alisaie is no slouch either, and it isn't long before their discarded clothing is piled on the floor and she is stepping in behind him, tugging her hair free of its braid and shouldering him out of the way so she can steal the water. didn't he miss her so much?? ]

Ah, that is lovely..

[ she murmurs, as the hot water rolls down her head and shoulders, already scouring away sweat and grime. she has sand in so many cracks and orifices. ]

[ Yes, he missed her so dearly, but her water-hogging habits less so!! She may shoulder past him, but he is quickly following suit, wiggling his way close to the water stream so he can lean over her and intercept it. ]

Ohhh yeah, that's the stuff...

[ He may not have been in the desert as long as her, but that doesn't mean that it hasn't left its mark on him. Already he's scratching at his scalp to free the dust and dirt from his locks, which is definitely more lank and greasy than he would prefer, but it's not like he had a lot of options here. ]

I guess one thing the desert's got goin' for it is how much it makes you appreciate a hot shower, huh?

[ He chuckles as he reaches for the shampoo bottle, helping himself to a handful before moving to stand behind her, working her fingers into her hair. It's been awhile since he's been able to do this, humor him. ]

[ ah he is already being so schmoopy, washing her hair for her. under normal circumstances alisaie might rib him for it, but these are not normal circumstances. not only has it been far too long since they were really able to be intimate this way, it's been just as long since she felt the gentle tug of fingers in her hair, and prompto is not the only one who enjoys a good head scratch. alisaie had been reaching for the soap, but she pauses midway and drops her arms to her sides again, leaning back into him shamelessly, a low purr in her throat.

gods, that feels nice. ]

Mm..hmm..

[ what words was he saying again?? ]

[ Now is his chance to push her down and take all that fresh, hot water for himself...

...But that little competition is far from his thoughts in this moment. All that matters is her, how good it feels to be able to touch her in this way, to feel close to her in this way. They've been practically attached at the hip since he found her in Amh Araeng, but this is different. A closeness they have not been able to yet reclaim — the simple intimacy of bathing together, of knowing exactly where she likes to be touched, and how.

So he takes his time as his fingers work through her hair, easing out the snarls and knots, taking care of each and every strand that passes through his fingers while he leans in close to press soft kisses to the backs of her ears. ]

How does that feel?

[ He's only being sort of cheeky about it. He knows how it feels, how much she's enjoying herself right now, judging by that low purr in her throat. For how hard Alisaie works, she needs her reprieves too, and this is an especially well-earned and important one for the both of them. ]

[ not push her down and ravish her.. this is the kind of relationship they have tbh.

he's spoiling her now, not only with his fingers in her hair but also with the soft kisses to her sensitive ears, skin that has not been touched in this way for well over half a year at least, after she'd grown accustomed to such affections nearly every day. a warm shiver courses down her spine, her eyelids fluttering; it takes a great deal of concentration just to keep her feet under her and not wriggle right down into elf soup on the bottom of the tub. ]

Wonderful.

[ she admits, a lazy smile tugging her mouth, her head tipping back against his shoulder. ]

I missed being so spoiled.

[ She's not the only one who missed this either. Much as he enjoys being touched and doted on himself, he also loves to be the one dishing it out, and the way she reacts, melting into him like he's the only thing keeping her upright. It never gets old, knowing the effect that he has on her, how he's learned where she's sensitive and ticklish, where she most likes to be touched. And they're in his favorite place to be, tbh. There's nothing better than the moments like these, and it feels so damned good to reclaim yet another piece of their lives, after being apart for so long.

His breath rushes in a quiet laugh near her ear, before he nips gently at the tip of it. ]

And I missed spoiling you.

[ With her hair nice and clean now, his arms move around her instead, his eyes fluttering closed as he breathes in a deep breath. ]

I missed...everything about this.

[ his arms close around her so tightly, and alisaie finds that she is smiling so hard that her cheeks ache, a warm, bubbly feeling in her belly, like happy butterflies. she has fought to be strong without him, to not rely too much on her weak and tender heart, but still she had missed him so deeply it had felt like an open wound in her heart that would not heal. this feels real. right. ]

As did I.

[ she murmurs, uncharacteristically solemn and sweet, but there is no denying the undercurrent of joy in her words.

but their feet are tired, and she knows how greasy prompto's hair probably is and how much he can't stand it, so she's soon reaching to pour soap into her hands, then turning (still in his arms) to begin scrubbing his sandy hair. ]

That's my dirty boy.

[ she means because he's gross, but she's also a little HEHE about it. ]

[ ...Okay, yeah, as much as Prompto might enjoy lavishing attention on Alisaie, he enjoys the reverse just as much, and he'd be lying if he didn't say he hoped she would turn around and do this exact thing to him. He almost set himself up for disaster getting that cozy and shmoopy, but she also knows him well...he won't leave this shower until his hair is good and clean, and so it must be done.

As her fingers sink into his hair, his eyes flutter shut to better appreciate the feeling of them, his mouth curling into a warm smile. Gods, but that feels good — not only the sensation in itself, his head has always been one of his favorite places to be touched, but also the fact that it's her fingers in his hair, scratching his scalp just the way he likes it, taking her time to clean him up.

A soft laugh bubbles up from his chest as he tips his head down to bump his nose to hers, eyes still shut fast. ]

Better not clean me up too much, 'cause I wanna be filthy with you tonight.

[ They've waited long enough!!! Fortunately, he's fairly certain she's on the same page as him. ]

[ ah, there he is, her idiot boy..

much as alisaie might enjoy some dirty talk (or the idea of it, really, because it's never been achievable without prompto either stammering or giggling through it), she just cannot take it seriously when it is coming out of prompto's face.. even moreso when he's trying to be serious about it.

so rather than purr some silken, lewd response, alisaie snorts inelegantly, and.. laughs.. ]

Oh, n-no doubt you do..

[ she says around barely contained laughter, while her fingers massage ever deeper. she can feel so many grans of sand in his hair.. he has suffered so much. but with his hair satisfactorily lathered, alisaie soaps up a fluffy sponge to scrub his chest with. ]

[ Wow!!!! He thought he was being pretty smooth there...also grans of sand in his hair is making me picture his hair full of tiny grandmas. Anyway. His mouth thins into a line at her laughter, DEEPLY offended by her reaction — what the hell, he thought he was being super smooth right there!!! Talking about being dirty, cut him some slack, he's doing his best...

Were his arms not around her still, they would probably cross right over his chest, but she's also scrubbing him there now, and it's nice...even if he's still miffed!!! ]

Oooor maybe I'll just fall read a book and fall sleep early! Sounds kinda nice after that long journey...

[ It's a complete bluff. He's so thirsty it's a wonder they didn't bang as soon as they walked through the door. Only his desire to be clean was stronger... ]

C'mon, you do better, then!

[ Turn him on with your wordplay, Alisaie!! ]

[ ah he is inviting the monster in.. he knows very well that she can do better than him!! if she had a gil for all the times she's made him blush like a madman in public tbh she would be more wealthy than her parents. so he's asking for it!! the only reason we haven't written it is because i am respecting a bayleaf's delicate sensibilities..

but now her expression darkens, and alisaie leans in close, her smile sharpening at the edges, her soapy hands moving now more slowly over his chest, her movements more deliberate, sliding over his wet skin and slowly, carefully, her thumbs draw over his nipples. she was really hoping to make it to the bed first, but he can't help himself.

tipping up her chin, alisaie murmurs against his cheek, beside his ear. ]

Please, you would last all of thirty seconds with a book, and that is being generous.

[ she purrs, nuzzling her nose and mouth slowly against the rise of his cheekbone. ]

You'll not be able to keep your hands off of me. Or your cock, for that matter.

[ He is definitely asking for it, in more ways than one, tbh. But there she goes, deftly turning this into something more sensual. It was intimate from the start, but he hadn't really planned for their shower to go int his direction. Maybe they can still make it to the bed...but, you know, they'll do it there eventually do, so it all evens out.

And besides, as soon as her hands are on him, her breath hot and gusting, he's hers instantly, her thrall as ever. His eyelids fall heavily as he bites his lower lip, caught somewhere between resisting a smile and suppressing a soft whine. The timbre of her voice is as enticing as ever, even moreso than before, for how long it has been since she last talked to him like this, touched him like this. For how for the longest time, these things seemed so very far out of reach. But it's here at last, and even better than before, for how long they have had to wait. They may not be able to moonlace anymore, but they never really needed it anyway, with how perfectly they fit together.

But never let it be said that Prompto doesn't try. His fingers drift over her shoulder blades before teasing lower down her back, skirting along the rise of her rear, fleeting. ]

Think I'd rather have your hands on my cock and mine between your thighs...

[ He's doing his best... ]

[ wow, he's all grown up and talking so dirty?? he said cock seriously, and didn't giggle at all. she is both impressed and turned on.

as his hands move down her body she shudders beneath the fall of hot water, pressing nearer, the sponge dragging up over his shoulders now, and down his arms, wiping away the grime from his skin in slow, sensual movements. it serves two purposes, getting dirty and getting clean!!

a low, plaintive sound rolls in alisaie's throat, rubbing roughly against a shivering exhale, and she presses nearer still, arching against him, her slick skin peppered with goosebumps even under the heat of the water. ]

Maybe if you're a good boy.

[ her teeth catch the lobe of his ear, her tongue swiping in apology just after. ]

I am surprised you have been able to wait this long, you must be aching to fuck me.

[ She is going right for the jugular, and is either trying to turn him on, or make him break, most likely both. His face flushes with heat, blood pulsing behind his ears, as his fingers thread through her hair, tugging on it oh-so-gently. They've waited so long to touch each other like this again that he doesn't want to rush anything, but it's so hard not to just push her up against the wall of the shower when it's what they both want so desperately. But the more they draw it out, the more they tease and excite and please, the better it will be in the end.

...Even so, he can't quite keep the fluster out of his voice, even as he dips his head down, dragging a hot, open-mouthed kiss along her wet, slick skin, tasting water and salt against his tongue. ]

M-more than you know. [ He murmurs to her skin, his voice gone weak, wanting. ] I want to be inside you...

[ It wouldn't be true to say he hasn't thought about it, a lot, while they were separated, after getting so used to their regular intimacy. He's missed her voice and her mind and her laugh, he's missed everything about her. Including the way it feels when her hands are on him, or the way she cries out his name when she comes, or the way she keeps him within her for as long as she can.

He has longed for it, and being unable to do more than kiss since their reunion has been near torturous.

His mouth sweeps up near her ear, his fingers in her hair tightening, while his hips angle against hers just so. ]

I want you to ride me until I can't see straight.

[ apparently all she needed for him to actually do a little dirty talk without stammering or giggling was to be apart from her for moons at a time, worrying he would never get to smash again. noted.

but it has a greater effect on her than she might have thought. she's always loved a bit of filth, it makes her feel wanted, needed, it riles her up deep in her core. for as long as they have been apart, honestly, it would hardly take much now to get her going, but the moment he says those words and fits his hips against hers, she feels her breath leave her and her knees go weak. a soft whine rides on her breath, and alisaie's hands on his arms tighten reflexively, a distinctive heat tightening between her thighs, coiling like a snake. she can feel him, the heat and shape of his cock against her, and her hips arch thoughtlessly.

but she does not act further. instead - ]

Get on your knees.

[ she whispers, her voice gone husky, firm, demanding, and her grasp tightens further, nails hooking into his damp skin. ]

[ Look, he did a lot of growing while he was wandering around Norvrandt by his lonesome. Even so, he's not quite expecting his delivery to hit home, he's still waiting for her to break out into a peal of laughter and shatter the heat of the moment. But..she doesn't. His words actually seem to take hold, the way her hips arch against him leaving him breathless, his skin gone chilled with excitement, despite the heat of the water.

But she gives him a command, and he is only too happy to oblige, to take this to the next step. He can barely contain his anticipation, because it has been long, so long. His fingers tremble as they loosen from her hair and slip down along her sides, his mouth never leaving her skin as he kneels down in front of her, at last resting at the crease of her hip, teeth teasing at the sensitive skin there. ]

I need you...

[ He whines, hands hooking behind her knees, tongue tracing along her thigh. ]

I need your taste...

[ that's just about the most beautiful thing she's ever heard him say, tbh..

alisaie does not hesitate; it has been far too long since she felt the warm, sweet touch of his tongue. she slips her fingers into his dark hair and arches her hips forward, slinging one knee over his shoulder, and gods, it feels so good, warm and wet and perfect, irresistible, driving that heat like a spike into her belly.

but it is not long before she's quickly tugging his head back sharply by the roots of his hair. it's been far too long, she is incredibly sensitive, a few moments longer and she wouldn't be able to control herself, so difficult as it is to deny herself, there is something they both need far more.

she says nothing further, only clasps both of his shoulders to push him down, down onto his back on the floor of the tub, and she is thankful for the luxurious size of the crystarium's washrooms that he fits comfortably there. it almost feels decadent here, after living so long in the wastes of amh araeng, even if the accommodations really are not extravagantly lavish.

anyroad, alisaie sinks down, sitting astride his lap, the hot water beating against her back, streaming over her shoulders, through her hair, and down her arms onto his body. ]

Fuck me, then. Like you promised.

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