[the nip as well as her soft voice pulls a shiver from Peony's core, an it takes so much not to forego any propriety and ravish Mira. what a little minx]
Are you tempting your emperor to abandon his duties for the night?
[Peony looks deep in her eyes, the dark pools drawing him in. as obvious as her feelings for him is, the words stir something in him. a reciprocated love so strong that it almost scares him; a fear stemmed from his past love. Nephry had said similar things to him, and he's said them back, but...
Peony's eyes soften as he leans in, pressing a soft, tender kiss to Mira's collarbone. no, he won't let it happen again. he won't let a love of his be ripped away again because of status]
You've given me more than I could already ask for.
[ She shivers, running her fingers through his hair. Her heart's racing so fast she wonders if he can feel it. She loves him--deeper than she's loved anyone before. Gently, she kisses his forehead. ]
[Peony can feel the heavy thumps; he presses the side of his face to her chest to hopefully calm her down. it's only for a moment before he looks back up at her, before slowly moving her to stand]
We best get going, then. I have to give a head's up to a couple people that I won't be around for the rest of the night.
[it’s not like he’s going to debut her, or anything, but he wouldn’t mind a little show if she doesn’t. Standing, Peony offers her arm and leads her back to the ballroom, making sure to keep her close. Mostly to silently admonish the guests giving Mira Looks.
When they do get back to the ballroom, Peony goes straight to Sesemann, and mutters something softly to him, along the lines of his absence for the rest of the night. He’ll let his advisor take care of things from there]
[ She takes his arm, heart racing as she follows him. Mira pays the looks no mind, head held high as she walks with him. That isn't to say that she's unaffected; it makes her nervous to be on the receiving end of glares and judgment, but she won't give them the satisfaction of knowing it makes her uncomfortable.
Besides, Peony is here. When he addresses her, she smiles and nods. ]
[holding his arm out again, he waits for Mira to take it before he leads her down a different set of grandiose hallways; as they walk away from the ballroom, a comfortable silence settles between them, broken only by the soft clacking of their shoes against the marble floor.
but soon, through the grand doors on the ground floor only fit for an emperor's chambers, the doors are opened for them by a duo of guards; they say nothing or make any eye contact with either of them. after all, whatever business Peony has is his alone.
through the second, much smaller door, Peony opens it for Mira and ushers her in, before shutting it closed behind them. for once, Peony's bedroom is neat and tidy, and lacking rappigs... almost as if he's planned this night. he quietly and gently leads Mira to the bay windows facing the waterfall, before wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her close and pressing featherlight kisses along her neck and shoulder from behind]
Tell me what you want... [his voice is low and huskier than moments before] Tell me what you want me to do.
[ She walks alongside him, dress whispering along the floor. Mira holds onto his arm, his warmth and strength reassuring. While she's still a little nervous, it's the good kind. There's no doubt in her mind about this.
It feels right. And she's helplessly in love with him; how can she doubt it?
Along their walk, it hasn't quite felt real. Mira thinks, absurdly, that it's some incredible, inexplicable dream. She's only a commoner, after all, but here she is, arm linked with Peony's, in a beautiful dress, the ghosts of his kisses still imprinted on her neck.
Once they step into his room, though-- once he leads her to that window and holds her close, it all slots into place. Mira shivers at how his voice sounds, at his lips against her neck and shoulders. She holds onto his arm, quiet sighs falling from her lips. ]
Take me to the bed, [ she murmurs as she turns in his arms and curls a hand around the back of his neck. She leans up, pressing a heated, deep kiss to his lips. ] I want you to make love to me.
[Peony's breath hitches ever so slightly at hearing her say those words, and honestly, it takes so much of him not to pick her up, toss her on his bed and ravish her in ways she wants him to. no, she's not like the other courtesans he's taken to bed. she deserves more. she deserves better.
trailing kisses down her neck again, Peony slowly slides a hand back, brushing past her waist, and up her back, before slowly plucking at the small zipper on her dress and pulling it down. this time, he's a little more bold as he nips gently at Mira's neck, teeth dragging lightly across her pale skin; he glances up to look at their faint reflections against the window, to watch the growing lust in both of their eyes]
She likes this, a lot. Her breath catches, eyes dark as he draws the zipper down. Mira aches for his touch, the feeling of his lips and teeth against her neck. Already, her breathing's picked up, become more ragged. She wants him, so badly, but she also wants this to be good for both of them. ]
Peony, [ she murmurs, flushed as she arches into his touch. Beneath her dress, she's donned a pale blue set of lingerie. She looks up at him, expression unsure; along her fair skin is an unmistakable map of old scars.
[as Peony gently pushes the dress down, his eyes do light up at the cute matching lace of her lingerie; so she did plan for this. but when he sees her scars, he stops for a moment, hand tracing them, his touch soft. he won't ask about them, yet. all he can do is show her that he appreciates all of her, marred and unmarred skin alike.
fingers trace up to the lacy edges of her bra, touch caressing the curves of her breasts with great expertise. he can feel himself getting warmer, but he'll pay his own needs no mind for the moment. this moment is for Mira]
[ His touch is so gentle that Mira all but melts against him. With a soft sigh, she arches into his touch, that faint flush spreading down her shoulders, her chest. Already, she feels warm and breathless, just from this. She wants more already, but his touch is so lovely that she quashes down that impatience.
Mira lets out a soft, content sigh. Her anxiety from revealing those reminders of moments she'd much rather forget-- it fades away. And, somehow, she falls even more for him and his gentle, easy acceptance. ]
Enjoying yourself? [ she murmurs, peering up at him through half-lidded eyes. Of course, she knows the answer, but she wants to hear him, hear more of that low, husky voice. ]
[Peony lets Mira's dress fall to the floor, pooling at their feet as he lets both of his hands roam across Mira's body, wanting to feel every dip and crevice of her. fingers slip past her bra and gently caress her nipple, touch still featherlight and soft]
[ She slips her heels off, which means she's even shorter than he is now. But her legs are already feeling a little wobbly, and she doesn't want to kill the mood by falling over or twisting an ankle. Mira bites down lightly on her lip, drawing in a shaky breath. Under his touch, her nipple hardens.
Let me worship every part of you, he says, and his touch feels like it's tracing sparks along her skin. ]
I'm yours, [ she breathes. ] I trust you. Whatever you want--it's yours.
[ And as she says that, she trails a hand down, stroking him through his pants. She isn't the type to take and take and not give back, after all, and tonight is just as much about him. ]
[at her touch, Peony can't help but groan softly, biting down on her shoulder, as the bulge grows ever so slightly harder against her hand. he'd planned on completely unwinding Mira bit by bit by offering her his undivided attention, but that touch... he can't help but shift his hips towards it.
but it's only brief as he reaches down to gently pull her hand away, kissing the back of it]
In due time. Let me lave attention on you, first.
[pulling away completely, Peony gently maneuvers Mira down to sit on the window alcove, before kneeling in front of her as he gently guides her legs apart. smooth palms glide up and down her legs as he leans in to press gentle kisses against her inner thighs, eyes peering up through his bangs to watch Mira's reactions]
[ Her eyes widen slightly, but she lets him move her. Mira swallows hard at seeing him kneel between her legs. Seeing the emperor kneel in front of her doesn't seem quite real, and his lips against her skin feel equally unreal. She spreads her legs and bites down on her bottom lip.
She gently slides a hand into his hair and pushes it back. ]
Go ahead, [ she murmurs, if only because she's already so affected by the sight of him like this, his lips against her thighs. ]
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Are you tempting your emperor to abandon his duties for the night?
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But she wants to. Mira pulls back, looking into his eyes. ]
You're only half right. I'm tempting the man I'm in love with. I've already given him my heart. All that's left is to give him everything else.
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[Peony looks deep in her eyes, the dark pools drawing him in. as obvious as her feelings for him is, the words stir something in him. a reciprocated love so strong that it almost scares him; a fear stemmed from his past love. Nephry had said similar things to him, and he's said them back, but...
Peony's eyes soften as he leans in, pressing a soft, tender kiss to Mira's collarbone. no, he won't let it happen again. he won't let a love of his be ripped away again because of status]
You've given me more than I could already ask for.
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Then... a little more won't hurt, right?
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We best get going, then. I have to give a head's up to a couple people that I won't be around for the rest of the night.
[decorum and whatnot]
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Mm. A small price to pay to spend the rest of the night together. Would you like me to come with you?
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[it’s not like he’s going to debut her, or anything, but he wouldn’t mind a little show if she doesn’t. Standing, Peony offers her arm and leads her back to the ballroom, making sure to keep her close. Mostly to silently admonish the guests giving Mira Looks.
When they do get back to the ballroom, Peony goes straight to Sesemann, and mutters something softly to him, along the lines of his absence for the rest of the night. He’ll let his advisor take care of things from there]
Ready to go, Mira?
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Besides, Peony is here. When he addresses her, she smiles and nods. ]
I am. Shall we?
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[holding his arm out again, he waits for Mira to take it before he leads her down a different set of grandiose hallways; as they walk away from the ballroom, a comfortable silence settles between them, broken only by the soft clacking of their shoes against the marble floor.
but soon, through the grand doors on the ground floor only fit for an emperor's chambers, the doors are opened for them by a duo of guards; they say nothing or make any eye contact with either of them. after all, whatever business Peony has is his alone.
through the second, much smaller door, Peony opens it for Mira and ushers her in, before shutting it closed behind them. for once, Peony's bedroom is neat and tidy, and lacking rappigs... almost as if he's planned this night. he quietly and gently leads Mira to the bay windows facing the waterfall, before wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her close and pressing featherlight kisses along her neck and shoulder from behind]
Tell me what you want... [his voice is low and huskier than moments before] Tell me what you want me to do.
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It feels right. And she's helplessly in love with him; how can she doubt it?
Along their walk, it hasn't quite felt real. Mira thinks, absurdly, that it's some incredible, inexplicable dream. She's only a commoner, after all, but here she is, arm linked with Peony's, in a beautiful dress, the ghosts of his kisses still imprinted on her neck.
Once they step into his room, though-- once he leads her to that window and holds her close, it all slots into place. Mira shivers at how his voice sounds, at his lips against her neck and shoulders. She holds onto his arm, quiet sighs falling from her lips. ]
Take me to the bed, [ she murmurs as she turns in his arms and curls a hand around the back of his neck. She leans up, pressing a heated, deep kiss to his lips. ] I want you to make love to me.
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trailing kisses down her neck again, Peony slowly slides a hand back, brushing past her waist, and up her back, before slowly plucking at the small zipper on her dress and pulling it down. this time, he's a little more bold as he nips gently at Mira's neck, teeth dragging lightly across her pale skin; he glances up to look at their faint reflections against the window, to watch the growing lust in both of their eyes]
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She likes this, a lot. Her breath catches, eyes dark as he draws the zipper down. Mira aches for his touch, the feeling of his lips and teeth against her neck. Already, her breathing's picked up, become more ragged. She wants him, so badly, but she also wants this to be good for both of them. ]
Peony, [ she murmurs, flushed as she arches into his touch. Beneath her dress, she's donned a pale blue set of lingerie. She looks up at him, expression unsure; along her fair skin is an unmistakable map of old scars.
She hasn't always been a baker, after all. ]
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fingers trace up to the lacy edges of her bra, touch caressing the curves of her breasts with great expertise. he can feel himself getting warmer, but he'll pay his own needs no mind for the moment. this moment is for Mira]
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Mira lets out a soft, content sigh. Her anxiety from revealing those reminders of moments she'd much rather forget-- it fades away. And, somehow, she falls even more for him and his gentle, easy acceptance. ]
Enjoying yourself? [ she murmurs, peering up at him through half-lidded eyes. Of course, she knows the answer, but she wants to hear him, hear more of that low, husky voice. ]
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[Peony lets Mira's dress fall to the floor, pooling at their feet as he lets both of his hands roam across Mira's body, wanting to feel every dip and crevice of her. fingers slip past her bra and gently caress her nipple, touch still featherlight and soft]
Let me worship every part of you.
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Let me worship every part of you, he says, and his touch feels like it's tracing sparks along her skin. ]
I'm yours, [ she breathes. ] I trust you. Whatever you want--it's yours.
[ And as she says that, she trails a hand down, stroking him through his pants. She isn't the type to take and take and not give back, after all, and tonight is just as much about him. ]
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but it's only brief as he reaches down to gently pull her hand away, kissing the back of it]
In due time. Let me lave attention on you, first.
[pulling away completely, Peony gently maneuvers Mira down to sit on the window alcove, before kneeling in front of her as he gently guides her legs apart. smooth palms glide up and down her legs as he leans in to press gentle kisses against her inner thighs, eyes peering up through his bangs to watch Mira's reactions]
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She gently slides a hand into his hair and pushes it back. ]
Go ahead, [ she murmurs, if only because she's already so affected by the sight of him like this, his lips against her thighs. ]