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"You've a fever." She says it decisively, taking her hand off his forehead. She's worried about him, but not quite to fretting yet. Caring for people is kind of her thing, and he is her lover. He's more deserving of her caring and fussing than anyone.

"How's the rest of you? Stomach all right?"

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[child_of_bhaal]

That lingering kiss gets her color up and she looks down, smiling shyly.

"How could I do any different? I wanted you well at least as much as you did."

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

"You were great. I really couldn't have gotten through it without you."

He gets up, feeling creaky, but having some needs. "I need to go to the bathroom, and then I'm starving. You hungry?"

[child_of_bhaal]

She opts to stretch instead of pointing out that he's being silly. Of course he could have gotten through it without her. Sitting up, she swings her feet off the side of the bed.

"A little." She's usually always willing to put food in herself, as long as it's not made of paste or goo. "Are you going to bathe?" Because she knows his need for cleanliness.

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

Maybe a little silly. But he appreciated her a lot. "After I eat, I will."

He hesitates, then takes off his shirt, folding it and putting it off to the side. His dirty clothes pile is getting out of hand, but he digs through his clean pants looking for a shirt.

"Do you see any clean shirts? God, I hate when I don't do laundry."

[child_of_bhaal]

Sorry she's staring. It's the first time since he unintentionally was shirtless in front of her that she's seen the sight again. And he's well enough that she doesn't have to immediately stop herself from noticing him.

So. Give her a second or ten.

There's a blink. Okay, continue.

"Oh uh...I don't think you have any in here." Her speech is a little slow, as if she were not actually thinking about the answer to his question. Wonder why.

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

"Damn."

He grabs his shirt up again, making a face at it. And then he's noticing her stare. He walks over, his legs feeling a little jelly-like, and sits on the bed beside her. He can't help but smile, moving his lips to her ear.

"Don't think I didn't see you staring," he teases her, leaving a peck on her cheek.

[child_of_bhaal]

Damn indeed.

"Who wouldn't look at such a sight?" She's red cheeked again, casting her eyes away, bashful at being called out on it. He always has this effect on her; making her stomach flutter and her blood race without hardly any effort.

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

"You flatterer you."

He caresses her cheek, bringing her mouth to his for a soft kiss. When he pulls away, he keeps his face near hers, breathing softly.

"I'm trying to decide which body part to listen to right now," he murmurs with a smile.

[child_of_bhaal]

"I'm not fl-" Her innocent denial is cut off by his kiss, and she melts a little into it. It's been days since they've properly kissed. Astounding how she can feel it's loss so sharply in so little time, when she'd lived without it for years before.

When he pulls back, her breathing is a little faster, chest rising and falling with each brief inhale and exhale. Her eyes shift restlessly between his eyes and his mouth.

"Which one are you going to choose?" She's probably not helping his decision making, with that breathy tone of voice of hers.

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

He pauses, just breathing for a moment.

"Mouth for now," he says, diving in for a kiss, much more heated than the first one. He cups her cheek, pressing in closer, letting his other hand drift to her hip.

[child_of_bhaal]

She makes a study sound of satisfaction when he leaps upon her with a passionate kiss, and responds in kind. Her lips part for him, body angling towards his to give better access, and to take it well.

Her hands touch him with a fleeting hesitancy, in contrast. There he is, bare cheated and lovely before her, kissing her senseless, and yet she's shy to touch him. It's a mix of nerves and of uncertainty, and of unsatisfied wants. It means so much to touch him like this. Finally they settle, one on his hip, mirroring his own hands on her, the other lays on his chest, over his heart.

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

He moves over her, using that invitation to deepen the kiss. His hand tightens on her hip, then slowly comes up to rest over the one on his chest, curling his fingers over her hand.

He pulls his face away just a bit to pant out his breaths against her cheek, his nose grazing the skin there.

"I missed this."

[child_of_bhaal]

She feels like he's passed his fever over to her, only she doesn't feel unwell for it, just heated and short of breath in a pleasant way.

"I did too." Her voice is low and husky, but they're so close he'll absolutely hear. "I'm glad you're feeling better."

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

"Thanks to you," he says, kissing softly at her cheek. She's lovely like this, and he can't help but move to kiss at her lips again. His hand moves up to skim over her camisole over her stomach, his touch light.

[child_of_bhaal]

Now if asked (and forced to answer completely), Syeira wouldn't be able to deny that she'd been thinking ahead to having him well, so that they might kiss like this again, and he could enjoy it. Perhaps a tad selfish, but Arthur has spoiled her in this specific area.

And she feels like she'd been positively deprived these last days, now that his mouth is on hers and his hands touching her in ways that make her skin get warm and sensitive. Even with fabric between them, his touch elicits a soft, needy moan from her, like he's been away from her for years instead of days.

She's in the midst of laying back, to give him, and herself, more access to touch and reacquaint, when she realizes what she's doing. She ends up paused, on one elbow, other hand having snuck around his shoulders to keep him with her. "S-sorry...I'm getting carried away. You must be hungry."

She's trying her best to think of him, except that's exactly what she was already doing, so it's difficult to stop. Even the way she says it sounds like she's not really behind the idea of stopping yet.

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

He laughs softly, putting his head against her shoulder.

"We're both getting carried enough that I'm hungry in more than one way."

He pulls back enough so that he's crouching by the bed, his eyes lit up mischievously.

"What if we postpone this until after I've eaten and bathed?"

[child_of_bhaal]

Having him kneeling by her legs is only marginally better than having him over her, especially with that look in his eyes. Still, it's a help to get her to think straight.

"That sounds like a good idea. I can put the linens in the wash in the mean time. Air the room out a little." Maybe bathe herself and comb her hair. Being rumpled from sleep doesn't make her feel the most attractive, and she wants very much to be pretty for him just now.

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

Smiling, he nods, patting her leg.

"I'll go pee and then eat. Tell me if you want any. I might eat it all up."

And he gives her a peck before pulling on his shirt and hurrying to the bathroom. Then he'll go make himself something quick since he's starving.

[child_of_bhaal]

She smiles at him, and once he leaves the room, flops back onto the bed, pulls a pillow over her face and groans into it. He could get her so worked up just by looking at her. And they'd done more than look.

Once she vents out her frustration into the pillow, she gets up and strips the bed. She takes the linens, and Arthur's pile of clothes to the wash room and sets them in the machines to clean. Then she replaces the bedclothes with fresh ones and decides to wash off quickly herself.

By the time she's at the showers, Arthur is clearly gone, likely already eating. She bathes quickly, and hurries back to her quarters to dry, so she can change.

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

Poor Syeira. Arthur finishes his meal and heads to his own room, grabbing a clean shirt, and then heading to Syeira's room for a pair of pants and underwear.

Unfortunately (or maybe fortunately), he opens the door without knocking, and hey, she just about has that shirt past her breasts and-

"Oh shit." He looks away quickly, his cheeks getting warm. "I, uh... sorry. I was just looking for some pants."

[child_of_bhaal]

Well, it's a pretty decent view. Syeira is fit, strong and yet feminine at the same time. There's some old scars there, but nothing that would debilitate or overly maim her. And then it's gone, at least down to her knees, as she drops the shift -an iridescent blue that sets off her hair- after he startles her.

She's as red faced as he is, and reaches out and touches his shoulder gently. "It's alright. I'm decent now."

She's only a third dressed, but it's enough that he won't see anything unseemly if he looks at her.

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

Arthur lets out a breath, returning his eyes to her. He swallows, nerves taking hold of him as well as a pleasurable heat through his stomach up to his cheeks.

He reaches out to touch her cheek, his other hand stuttering before it lands on her hip.

"You-... I've never seen so much of you before." He smiles, laughing self-consciously. "I didn't mean to invade your privacy, but I have to admit... it was a nice sight."

[child_of_bhaal]

Her cheek is hot in his hand, and her eyes stay looking down, somewhere around the middle of his chest. But that is the only shying away she does. Her hands hesitate, then lay on his hips, light and nervous, but there.

"I...suppose it was bound to happen...we've been sharing a bed for a while now..." She was naked in front of a man. She was naked in front of Arthur. He didn't mind it, but still, she wonders if she was actually pleasing.

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

"Then you're not mad?" he asks, touching her chin and guiding it up to look at him. "Hey... don't be shy. You're a very, very beautiful woman."

He's deeply serious, and seriously about to tear those clothes right back off of her. He shakes his head and laughs, his voice strained.

"You have no idea how much you affect me."

[child_of_bhaal]

How could she be mad? This was practically his room too at this point. Really it was surprising they hadn't walked in on each other sooner. Or more often.

He tells her not to be shy, and calls her beautiful, knowing full well that she is shy and is still trying to learn to accept it when he compliments her. But she affects him? That stirs her courage, because he certainly affects her. She gives him her eyes, words rushing out in a husky exhale.

"Tell me."