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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[ 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... ]

[ look, he got a super hot bang?? she jumped directly on his bones. that was the response he got for his hard work maintaining the dirty talk, she does not owe him anything else. ]

Please, riding is a job for two.

[ she says, with one arched brow, because HEH. ]

Unless you are trying to suggest I did no work?

[ Hey, he had to go down on her first also, it wasn't just the dirty talk! But that sure did get her revved up. He's going to have to continue to work on that if it yields such promising results...

Anyway, he's pretty sure they're not talking about the amaro anymore, with that little smirk she gives him. Tying his towel off around his waist, he plants his hands on his hips, raising his own brow in response. ]

Oh, no, I wouldn't dream of sayin' that! I'm just sayin'...

[ what is he sayin ]

You make it look effortless. Since you're such an experience rider.

[ She sure is. ]

[ i mean that's true, but the dirty talk was what got it started!! and she basically demanded that he go down on her, tbh.. but yes he has surely underestimated the power the dirty words have over her. she's a gross girl, she likes gross things!!

but wow argentum that sure is smooth.. alisaie smirks, slaps him on his toweled butt, and wraps her own around her body, stepping carefully out of the shower. ]

What are you trying to say? Are you calling me a woman of loose morals?

[ are u callin her a SLUT, PROMPTO!!

but i mean, she kind of is. ]

[ I mean, they were basically each other's hos in prisma, they paid rent by smashing. If she's a slut, then so is he, if not moreso. He's so thirsty, and went so many long months without bang...thank the gods those days are behind him.

In any case, he gawks at her, both in response to her smack on his tight lil tush and her choice of words. ]

'Course not! Your morals are only as loose as mine are.

[ Even if she's the one who brings more kinky ideas to the bedroom... ]

[ they sure did, what a good life tbh, paying your rent by banging your SO. the world would be an easier place if that were a thing. ]

That is true. You are absolutely a.. what is the word? Great big slut?

[ she probably learned this word in prisma, oops. unless slut is a word in eorzea but idk?? ]

[ Oh my god???? Did she just call him a great big slut???? I mean, she's not wrong, but there's something so weird about hearing it in her dignified accent...

He isn't sure if he should be offended or flattered or amused, but he sure does snort a laugh right through his nose, his brows flying up. ]

Um, excuse me? Who're you callin' a great big slut, you great big slut!

[ Ah, true love. ]

[ true love indeed.. alisaie musses his already wild, wet hair. ]

Excuse me? How dare you malign my virtuous character.

[ sauntering past, she shoves him with her hip on the way out, she has a date with some thick daddy sandwiches!! ]

[ Hey, save some thick daddy sandwiches for him!!!

He hurries out of the bathroom after her, running his hands through his hair to keep it out of his eyes as appraises their smorgasbord. ]

Uhuh. "Virtuous" is what we're callin' it now, huh? Dunno how "virtuous" it is when you tie me to the bed...

[ I mean, he's not complaining, but virtuous it is not.

Anyway, he's just going to shove an eclair straight into his mouth. He lost his Prisma weight after arriving here, he's probably even more of a noodle than before. He can get away with this. ]

[ wow i can't believe he ate that whole ass eclair right in front of her and did not even offer a bite?? what a little piggy!! here she is, starving from a long ride (wink wonk) and he is eating these yummies right in front of her face..

scowling, alisaie lifts a small plate and immediately begins piling it with goodies - cookies and cream puffs mostly, yes, but also like, one sandwich and like two baby carrots buried beneath the heaps of sugar and carbs. she's halfway through a cookie as wide as her hand by the time she plops onto the foot of the bed. ]

How dare you. Just because I am not as.. [ she lifts a plain sugar cookie smeared with vanilla frosting. ] .. vanilla as you.

[ Pssh, it wasn't a long ride at all, they finished in like ten seconds, and anyway, there are still more eclairs if she wants one!! But even if he just stuffed his face, he's eyeing her plate with some scrutiny. Sure, he knows how much she loves sweets, but she better not make herself sick, holding her hair back while she pukes is not how he wanted to spend this evening!

Turning up his nose, he wiggles his way onto the bed next to her, his plate much more well rounded than hers...but still with plenty of carbs. ]

What can I say? I'm easy to please. Nothin' wrong with that!

[ And it's not like he's ever said no to any of her sexy ideas...even that time they were gonna bang in the woods but didn't, it was because she smashed a spider on his face, not because he said no!!! ]

[ wow he wasn't nearly offended enough for her liking, which shows in her purse-lipped, sour expression and the way she quietly hmphs, but fine whatever!! she polishes off the rest of the cookie in one bite.

and hey, keep your judgment to yourself, noodle boy?? if she wants to get ye olde diabetes then that is her prerogative. ]

Oh is that what you call it?

[ another, crisper bite, her hooded eyes piercing his profile. ]

I doubt you could think of even one kinky thing to surprise me with.

[ no she is not overtly manipulating him why would you ask?? ]

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