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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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[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."

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

He lets out a shaky breath. "You... You affect me in so many ways. You're my rock. I get courage from you. You make me a better person. And then when I see you..." He shakes his head. "It's like my whole body is lit on fire, like I'm burning on the inside. You're so gorgeous and your body is... incredible."

He's leaning closer, his lips hovering over hers. "I want to kiss you. I think I'm addicted to it. And I... I want..." He pushes his lips onto hers, a hint of desperation in the kiss.

[child_of_bhaal]

That was so much more than she'd been expecting. His words wrap around her heart and squeeze, her chest getting tight with emotion. He started with things beyond physical, things that matter beyond a moment. It makes his confession about her appearance, her body, slide past her defenses smooth as silk, because she's already lost.

When he kisses her, she's right there with him, on the same level of desperate need. Her arms slip around him, pressing her body up against his. She yields and demands all at once. She wants just as much as he does. She needs...

"Yes..." She says it against his lips, between gasps of air and plunging back in. "...yes Arthur...anything you want."

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

He lets out a needy sound as she pushes up against him. His breath is low and comes out in pants as he kisses her like he wants to inhale her, like she's air.

"I want you," he breathes against her cheek. He's so close to saying something else, something close to that. "Syeira..."

He kisses every part of her he can reach, desperate to feel her.

[child_of_bhaal]

She's not sure what she wants. To cry, or laugh, or rip holes in his shirt with her nails just to get a hand on his skin again. She's full of emotions that pull her in a thousand directions. But what she does know is that whatever they pick, she wants to be with him.

"I'm yours," she pants along the line of his throat, between hot kisses that are anything but hesitant or shy. Her instincts tell her to nip at him, taste him with her tongue, find a spot and suck until it turns red and leaves a mark. She supposes that's plain enough evidence. She's decided.

She lifts her head from the curve of his throat, bringing a hand to slide behind his neck, into his hair, and hold him so she can meet his eyes. So he can see she means what she's going to say.

"I'm ready."

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

The mark she leaves on him turns him hot, hotter than before, and he whines softly. And then she goes and says that. His eyes turn wide, but he's hard and panting, and he wants this more than anything.

He practically leaps on her, commandeering her mouth and kissing her hard, pushing for entrance with his tongue. He backs her up, heading for the bed, and pushes up the skirt-ish part of her tunic, trying to get his hands to some skin.

[child_of_bhaal]

It's a fantastic moment. Almost perfect in it's way. They're both clean, there's fresh linens waiting for them. There's no crisis, no one is hurt, or had a brush with death. It's just them. And they want this, and it couldn't be more right.

There's plenty of skin to find. She's not wearing anything under her tunic, as he well knows. Syeira wants to feel him too, her hands busy tugging open the buttons on his shirt roughly. Some buttons might be sacrificed for the greater good of getting the shirt off him.

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

He has a quick, silent funeral for his shirt in his head.

Anddddd we're back to making out. He seems to be losing this battle of whose shirt should be off first, so he abandons her tunic to help her push off his shirt. He's bare underneath. But then he wants her tunic off, and he tugs it over her head, her red hair falling to her shoulders and her bare torso revealed to him. "God, you're beautiful," he sighs before he takes her in his arms and kisses her.

[child_of_bhaal]

She can fix the shirt later.

He pulls the tunic off over her head, and she has to lift her arms and let it happen, so she's completely naked in a small handful of seconds. The blush that starts gets interrupted when he pulls her close and kisses her again. She doesn't have time to get bashful.

Her breasts press against his chest, and it causes her to gasp against his mouth. This is a first. He's touched her before but only over her shift. This is skin on skin and it's a shock. She almost takes a step back, to think, to process, but the bed is there, and instead she has to sit, a little inelegantly.

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

She sits and he slips off his sweats and underwear in one fell swoop, to make them even. Now they're both exposed. He's hard and flushed, a little bashful but still very into this.

But he's worrying. He sits beside her brings her face to his, kisses her lips in a peck before nipping at her bottom lip. "Are you okay? Is this... okay?"