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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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[ 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.

[ It doesn't take long to work her up, but he knew it wouldn't be. It's been so long for the both of them, and this is not only their first time being intimate in months, but the first time since their engagement. They have much to celebrate, and they are sensitive and yearning for that pleasure, that sweet, exquisite heat. He grasps her hips as he feasts on her, and to be honest, he isn't expecting her to deny herself her climax. He knows well how much she enjoys this, and he enjoys it, too. Her reactions are enough to drive that same heat into his belly, to wind him up and harden him, and once she pulls him away, she cannot get on top of him quickly enough.

They both need this, so much.

With her taste still sharp on his tongue, he gazes up at her through heavily lidded eyes, fitting his hands against her hips, nodding through his heady daze. ]

Yes, yes —

[ He can wait no longer. He pulls her onto him, groaning as pleasure crackles through his blood like electricity. It's just as irresistible as he remembers — she's just as irresistible as he remembers, and thoughtlessly, they fall into that rhythm that they know so well, that they learned together.

They may not last long, but that doesn't matter. What matters is this connection, this infinite bond that ties them together, that defines this moment, as they at last reclaim this part of their lives. ]

[ her knees press hard to the unyielding floor of the tub, painful and sore, but it ground her, keeps her from flying into the pleasure without cease, and honestly, they will not be here long at all, this will not last beyond an urgent, frenzied flash in the pan.

alisaie settles onto his lap, feels him slide so easily into her, fitting perfectly, molded for her, and for a brief, perfect moment her vision whites out, her mind settling into irresistible bliss, the room dropping away until all their is is this wonderful, natural feeling, what she has been missing for so long, the carnal satisfaction of this intimacy. ]

Prompto -

[ she hisses, his name like a prayer on her tongue, her eyes closed and her head tipped back. water streams down her skin, piping hot, hot as the friction between them.

bracing her hands against his chest, alisaie sinks her nails into his skin, rocking her hips hard, needy and erratic. there's no sense of finesse, no slow, sensual intimacy, only this quick, desperate need, she's already so damned close. ]

Please..

[ She comes at him hard and fast, and it's just what he wants. It's just what he needs, after going without this for so long. It's what they both need. There will be time later for slow, deliberate lovemaking, but in this moment, as they ache to be satisfied, there is nothing better.

It doesn't take long at all. It wouldn't have even if they weren't denied for so long, but there's no resisting that peak, no holding back. His hips twitch and jerk, fingernails fastening hard into the flesh of her hips, as pleasure sets his body aflame. He finishes hard, her name a sharp cry on his tongue as he squeezes his eyes shut and floats adrift on the sea of sensation that consumes him. It may have been quick, but the aftermath is nevertheless long and satisfying, and it is several long moments before he remembers how to think, how to breathe, how to move. ]

W-worth the wait...

[ He mumbles between gasping breaths, his arms folding around her to keep her close, the warm water still steaming off their skin. ]

[ it is over nearly as quickly as it began, but that is just fine, just what she wants when she is so needy and desperate. they have waited more than long enough for this, there is no time to draw it out, and she is already primed, hot, close. it crashes over her quick and suddenly, her body shuddering, tightening, her breath caught in her lungs -

and then it is falling away, leaving her twitching and shivering, oversensitive and gratified, hardly able to even hold up her own weight with her hands braced against his chest. her elbows quiver, her thighs still tight around his hips, and when her eyes meet his she laughs in a thin and breathless way, inhaling sharply, her nails unhooking from his skin but only just. ]

Y-yes.. it was..

[ she murmurs, and leans to find his mouth in a slow, languid kiss that she can barely scrape up the energy for. ]

I love you.

[ It's bliss. The aftershocks of pleasure humming in his blood, the weight of her body over his, the kiss that captures his mouth as he catches his breath. She still clings to him, and he is no more eager to let her move away, his arms remaining tightly wound around her. He murmurs a soft mmm into their kiss, seeking her taste as the rise and fall of his chest begins to slow.

He's not sure he's ever felt so profoundly content in his entire life. Especially once she says those words to him, an irresistible smile curving his lips. ]

I love you, too.

[ He mumbles into her mouth, unfastening one arm from around her so he can lift his hand to frame her face, cupping her cheek. ]

More than anything.

[ thanks to the crystarium's size and innovation, the water is not getting cool, but alisaie is getting sore.. and probably a little pruney, so after a few moments more spent hovering over him, tasting his mouth and running her hands down his arms, alisaie at last pulls away, sitting up more fully. ]

Now.. that is quite enough of that.

[ feelings time over!! very carefully, she begins to stand from his lap, though her knees are admittedly a bit wobbly and her hips sore, she's certainly felt worse. straightening with a sigh, she tosses her head back and rinses her hair one last time. ]

I am ready to eat.

[ Ah, yes, there she is, the girl he loves, getting up from a smash ready to eat dinner. His back and elbows are a little sore themselves from the unforgiving porcelain of the tub, but getting up after that is no easy thing either. He needs a moment to gaze up at her with a dazed smile on his lips as she rinses out her hair, before at last summoning the strength to do the same himself.

His head is still a little sudsy... ]

Worked up an appetite, huh?

[ Heh, and she thought he was no good at sexy talk...

Rinsing the last of the soap out of his hair, he reaches behind her to shut the water off. ]

[ look, the only thing greater than her thirst for smash is her hunger for eat. and maybe her blood fury to kill a man. there's a lot of things she has a strong passion for...

anyway, with the bang out of the way and their brimming sexual tension at last cut, alisaie can focus on scrubbing the grime of the desert away and filling them both with a good, hot meal. it's been some time since she last visited the crystarium and had something half decent to eat, and she is more than excited for it - do you know how long it's been since she had any sort of baked good?? there are far more important things in this world than cookies and cupcakes, but that does not mean that she did not miss them almost as much as she missed prompto.. it was a close race..

once shes confident she is squeaky clean, alisaie at last relinquishes her half of the hot water to prompto, stepping back to squeeze the water from her hair and reach for a towel to begin patting herself dry. she's still exhausted, but after a smash and a nice hot shower she is feeling more alive than she has in quite some time. ]

Oh, something like that.

[ she says, and smiles. ]

The flight from Amh Araeng was a lot of work, after all.

[ Wow!! He put so much effort in not breaking during the dirty talk, and this is the response he gets...

Clean at long last, he reaches for a towel as she does — but not before making a face at her, which is probably just what she wants out of him. Whatever, she can't get under his skin that easily, she was just as into that bang as he was!!! ]

Uhuh...even though it was that amaro doing all the work.

[ He gently pokes her in the ribs with his elbow before rubbing the towel through his nice, clean hair. O joy of joys... ]

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