Eleven was more than sure she could be, and his throat ran a little dry to think about it. Strength he rarely felt enough to appreciate willed him to meet her boldness with his own. It wouldn't take too much- he could pull her into his lap and.. well, they'd certainly be closer then.
His ears warmed.
He broke off with a sharp inhale. The alcove felt like it was getting smaller- or perhaps simply cozier. Warmer, certainly.
Dimly aware of how hot her face was, Lily caught her breath as she tried to work through the slight haze hanging over her thoughts. Did she want to go somewhere? They had discussed it, but.
Humming thoughtfully she leaned forward to kiss him while rolling her shoulders in a noncommittal shrug. Going somewhere would make it a lot easier to think and breathe normally again, which was a plus - but he was so warm and close and it was difficult to imagine anything in Taravast as interesting as that.
"There's somewhere better than right here?" Another kiss followed the question before she added, "I could change your clothes for you so I don't have to worry about staying close to you." It was probably smart to go get some fresh air, she knew, but her question had been quite sincere.
Eleven hummed through her kiss, trying and failing to think about it. They probably should go somewhere else, put some physical distance between them, but who was he to refuse?
The thought of Lily changing his clothes held his attention for all of a moment before of course, asserting a reminder of the magic she'd used on herself just a short time before.
"..If you want," he volunteered, not minding terribly either way so long as he got to keep holding her like this. "But it might not be unthinkable that a gondolier might find some favor.."
The notion of pulling him down to lay across the seat with her was becoming very difficult to resist - the afternoon they'd spent together in that secluded patch of flowers already becoming one of her favorite memories. Lily reasoned with herself that a little space was prudent, and it was wise not to trip over her own bravado as she had with El so many times in the past.
It was just really, really, nice in the gondola right now. "I would say he found more than some favor," her hand carded through his hair as she rest her forehead against his, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Could we stay here just a little while longer?" It seemed a fair compromise between reason and all this giddiness anyway.
His eyes closed to fully indulge in the sensation of her fingers in his hair. A sweetly intimate gesture he couldn't recall feeling before now, cloaked in the sort of kind affection that effectively soothed away any immediate concerns.
"Hm," he sighed softly, eyes opening to meet hers. With nothing but vague blackness to see beyond her, it seemed as though she filled his vision. "As long as you like."
A slow smile spread across her face as she looked at him in the low light of the alcove, nodding her head at his response. As long as she liked was a very broad expanse of time at present which was a bit dangerous, but it was nice to hear he wasn't really in a rush to leave and end this lovely moment either.
"You make it very difficult to want to be anyplace else," Lily took her eyes off him to glance to the side, briefly assessing their space situation as she reminded herself, again, about playing it cool.
"El," she began, turning back to him as the color on her face deepened a shade before she remembered kissing was working out better than talking, and decided to pursue that instead, it almost seemed safer. Moving against him to get closer, she draped her leg across his lap, lightly hooking her ankle against his calf so that she didn't slide out of her seat and make a fool out of herself.
"Wh-" he started, cut off by the insistent press of Lily's mouth. Which was a reasonable argument, really. Only he didn't expect her to shift closer, over him with their legs twined. His hold on her loosened to simple support, not trusting himself to keep his arms around her and not to pull her tightly to him like he yearned to.
Eleven's heart ticked faster, lips parting to a more open-mouthed kiss while she moved. The points where their legs met radiated warmth.
Her nerves fluttered a bit, hearing her name, though she wasn't sure if it was an endorsement of how close they now were or a protest. She rather hoped his lack of moving away meant it was the former.
Not daring to do anything else quite so brazen on the heels of further draping herself across him as she had, Lily let her fingers gently tangle in his hair, pulling him back into another kiss.
Goddess above, he could drown in kisses like this. Awash in affection and thriving under it, little else seemed to matter.
His arm slid up her back until his palm found the curve of her shoulder beneath her hair. If she'd let him, he'd offer every inch of her just as much fondness and favor as she's shown him.
Eleven pressed a more insistent kiss to her mouth and imagined she looked beautiful even from an outside point of view, with her red hair falling in a curtain between the crooks of his fingers.
Whatever thoughts she might have been trying to form ebbed away the longer they stayed like this. The way he pulled her closer made her stomach flutter, and the hand that wasn't in his hair settled against the back of his neck, the tips of her fingers drifting just below his collar.
Elated at how close he was Lily kept herself pressed against him, the leg draped across his tensing, trying to inch just a little nearer. He was wonderful, she didn't want him going anywhere.
Delight spread through his skin from beneath the tips of her fingers. His heart thrummed an insistent rhythm that almost seemed to want to pulse through his chest. His breaths fell quicker against her lips, kisses suffering for lessened control and coordination in a mimicry of drunkenness.
They really probably should stop, but thoroughly ensnared by her warmth and closeness, Eleven found his hand sliding around her waist, drawing her in through the growing haze steadily muting out more reasonable lines of thought.
Lily's hand fell away from his hair to grab at the fabric of his shirt, still trying to find ways to pull him closer, as the other brushed along the back of his neck.
Briefly the idea that they ought to surface and seek out fresh air flashed across her thoughts, though she dismissed it almost instantly, her mouth meeting his breathlessly. Shifting forward Lily's hand left the back of his neck to run down his arm, lifting herself enough to climb into his lap unable to stop herself from kissing him as she moved.
Deep satisfaction brushed through his mind and over his skin, gratified by the press of her body against his. A part of his awareness seemed to wake, urging caution and skittering nerves through his limbs, but she was warm and wonderfully inviting and so he paid little heed to it. His fingers fell from her hair and mirrored her hand down the length of his arm to trail along hers until they fell to her thigh and rested there.
Eleven broke from her lips in a bid to regain his breath against her shoulder.
"Goddess," he whispered with feeling, swept up and running high, no longer entirely conscious of where they were. "You're wonderful."
"You are," she countered with a soft, dazed giggle. It wasn't the height of cleverness by any means, but it was difficult to think of anything beyond how wonderful it felt to be close to him, and seemingly miles away from any concern she might have been hanging onto.
Lily let her fingers comb through his hair as she caught her breath, her heart pounding against her chest hard enough she swore he was able to tell. She ducked her head, resting her cheek against his. "You're going to make it difficult for me to keep you from neglecting your studies," she laughed again before kissing his jaw.
Eleven huffed an amused breath and shivered, the warm-wet touch of her lips tingling over his skin in the wake of her laugh.
"Don't have anymore tonight," he assured, words feeling clumsy on his tongue. A part of his mind couldn't believe he had a hand on the woman's thigh and she wasn't so much as mentioning it. But given she was quite literally sitting in his lap-
Or no- don't think about that too much. Suddenly the burst of caution from moments ago made more sense. ..But for the moment, he was okay. Things were okay- manageable, at least.
For now, he let the hand on her waist wander up her back then brush down the length of her arm, silently marveling at its progress and the simple fact that he was allowed to touch her this freely.
At this rate, they were unlikely to ever leave this alcove, something that at present Lily took very little issue with. In fact, it was impossible to think about it, or anything else beyond the increasingly small amount of space the pair of them occupied in that alcove.
Curving herself against him as his hands skimmed up her back and along her arm, Lily kept herself as near as she could. She brought both of her hands up to affectionately brush over his cheeks before coming to rest against the sides of his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair again.
"I'm happy," she had meant to finish that affectionately mumbled phrase with 'to distract you,' but decided cutting herself off in favor of kissing him was the better way to go.
As their lips met again, Eleven decided he'd likely never tire of her hands in his hair. Or kissing her, for that matter. Or having her pressed so closely against him. Everything felt wonderful. He only wished he had something to lean back against to eliminate the part of his attention forced to ensure he kept them both from toppling backward.
But if that was the only thing he had to complain about, then things were pretty good. They could stay like this for hours, as far as he was concerned, kissing in the dark.. A heady thing.
Eleven's swelling lips slowed, eyes slotting open, and in a spark of muddled inspiration, tipped his head and dragged the touch of his tongue across her lower lip.
Inhaling sharply at the brush of his tongue Lily's legs tensed as a shiver ran down her spine, her knees squeezing his hips as her lips parted to kiss him again, letting her tongue brush against his.
One hand fell away from his hair, traveling over his shoulder and along the side of his body as her heart thudded away, sure he could notice but not caring all that much. Were they really supposed to do something other than this with their time? Lily had trouble recalling anything as worthy of her time as kissing El in their dimly lit alcove, and in truth, that suited her just fine.
Breathless she broke away just enough to exhale a low chuckle, dipping her chin down enough to catch his bottom lip in her teeth gently, tugging lightly.
Eleven lost a breath to a grunt of surprise. He was losing to the press of her thighs bracketing his body, warm and insistent. His hands dropped to her hips, dragging her further into his lap, then turned his face into hers in a clumsy bid to kiss her cheek, though it wound up more a drag of his lips.
"Lily.." he breathed roughly next to her ear. His blood was warming quickly- dangerously- and he found some regret in pulling her so close. Eleven swallowed, willing his body not to betray him too obviously. Wrapped up in her so sweetly, he didn't want it to end.
Following her example, Eleven leaned in to press a wet kiss to her neck.
Something about the sounds he made and the way he held her hips and pulled her closer tied Lily's stomach in knots she was certain were not going to loosen quite so easily - if they ever did. Her thighs stayed tight against his hips, unwilling to yield any of this newfound closeness and she felt almost tipsy.
When he broke that kiss off and turned his head to press his lips against her cheek instead, Lily drew in ragged, shuddering breaths, turning her head to rest her cheek against the side of his face.
"El," she replied in a whisper, tipping her chin enough to kiss the side of his face while her fingers combed through his hair, hoping he wasn't about to tell her he was ready to go get that drink.
Eleven tucked his head against her shoulder and breathed, willing serenity through the growing rush of want. He could be content- was content, even- nothing was promised; he knew that. But her body ran hot beneath his hands, curves soft against his chest, and terribly sweet with her affections while her hips poised invitingly over his lap.
Too much, too close.
His face colored rapidly through a burst of self-consciousness, regretting their position with no escape or ability to shift away in order to preserve his dignity as desire asserted itself over his lackluster attempts at distraction.
"S-sorry," he managed, the word strained as he ducked his head. Goddess, but he prayed she wouldn't think too poorly of him. "..I'm sorry."
Unaware that the heat between them had room to grow Lily flushed, caught off-guard by his apology. "What why? Are you alright?" Concerned that she had taken things further than he was comfortable with she shifted, moving back on his lap and putting some likely much-needed space between them.
Her hair looked a bit mad, even in the low light of the alcove, but she was oblivious to it, resting her hands on her shoulder as she shook her head. "You've done nothing I'd want an apology for El, this has been," she trailed off long enough to draw a breath, the concerned look on her face changing into one of delighted awe. "Wonderful. Utterly wonderful."
Eleven glanced up from beneath his hair to meet her eyes, just enough to catch her expression before the color deepened and he was forced to break eye contact again. His hands fell from her hips to curl his fingers around the seat beneath him, face hot and blood running hotter.
His mind addled and body wildly uncooperative while his insides positively writhed in a tangle of nerves, he felt like an utter mess beneath her gaze.
"I-I'm glad," he said, clearing his throat. "Nothing's wrong. You're- I- yes. It's.. very nice. ..Thank you."
He could have slapped himself. If Yggdrasil were merciful, She'd take his soul now.
"I just! Mean- that's, I never thought- I'm grateful for you."
Uncertain whether or not she ought to move, Lily hesitated awkwardly, her face red while he spoke. "Thank you too?" Lily tilted her head narrowing her eyes nervously, as though she wasn't sure if she was supposed to say it back or not. Oh heavens.
Brushing aside the flare of ambivalent energy that coming back down to earth had brought with it she leaned in and kissed his cheek while climbing off of his lap, suddenly sheepishly aware of how high up her skirts had been hiked by all that moving around.
"I'm very grateful for you, for a lot of reasons - though, this one is a particularly good one," she laughed slightly, attempting to stave off the wave of awkwardness that threatened. Thankfully her hair had been mussed enough that trying to put it back to rights provided a wonderful distraction.
Eleven's laugh came through weakly on a nervous breath. He missed her warmth, regretting the end of such a wonderful experience as she retreated, but all the same, found himself grateful for the space and cool air with which to work on calming down. If they managed this once, they could certainly do so again. Lily hadn't seemed to mind as much as he'd thought she would.
The heat in his face had yet to ebb, though he managed to raise his eyes enough to watch her try to put herself back together. Speaking of which- Eleven raised a hand to run it over his hair, almost able to feel the ghost of her fingers in the spaces and odd tangles he came across. He shivered pleasantly, then tried to focus.
"This was very nice," he reiterated, stronger this time, "I'm glad that- well, you enjoyed it, too. Again sometime, if- if you'd like."
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His ears warmed.
He broke off with a sharp inhale. The alcove felt like it was getting smaller- or perhaps simply cozier. Warmer, certainly.
"You ah.. wanted to go somewhere..?"
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Humming thoughtfully she leaned forward to kiss him while rolling her shoulders in a noncommittal shrug. Going somewhere would make it a lot easier to think and breathe normally again, which was a plus - but he was so warm and close and it was difficult to imagine anything in Taravast as interesting as that.
"There's somewhere better than right here?" Another kiss followed the question before she added, "I could change your clothes for you so I don't have to worry about staying close to you." It was probably smart to go get some fresh air, she knew, but her question had been quite sincere.
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The thought of Lily changing his clothes held his attention for all of a moment before of course, asserting a reminder of the magic she'd used on herself just a short time before.
"..If you want," he volunteered, not minding terribly either way so long as he got to keep holding her like this. "But it might not be unthinkable that a gondolier might find some favor.."
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It was just really, really, nice in the gondola right now. "I would say he found more than some favor," her hand carded through his hair as she rest her forehead against his, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Could we stay here just a little while longer?" It seemed a fair compromise between reason and all this giddiness anyway.
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His eyes closed to fully indulge in the sensation of her fingers in his hair. A sweetly intimate gesture he couldn't recall feeling before now, cloaked in the sort of kind affection that effectively soothed away any immediate concerns.
"Hm," he sighed softly, eyes opening to meet hers. With nothing but vague blackness to see beyond her, it seemed as though she filled his vision. "As long as you like."
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"You make it very difficult to want to be anyplace else," Lily took her eyes off him to glance to the side, briefly assessing their space situation as she reminded herself, again, about playing it cool.
"El," she began, turning back to him as the color on her face deepened a shade before she remembered kissing was working out better than talking, and decided to pursue that instead, it almost seemed safer. Moving against him to get closer, she draped her leg across his lap, lightly hooking her ankle against his calf so that she didn't slide out of her seat and make a fool out of herself.
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Eleven's heart ticked faster, lips parting to a more open-mouthed kiss while she moved. The points where their legs met radiated warmth.
"Lily.."
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Not daring to do anything else quite so brazen on the heels of further draping herself across him as she had, Lily let her fingers gently tangle in his hair, pulling him back into another kiss.
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His arm slid up her back until his palm found the curve of her shoulder beneath her hair. If she'd let him, he'd offer every inch of her just as much fondness and favor as she's shown him.
Eleven pressed a more insistent kiss to her mouth and imagined she looked beautiful even from an outside point of view, with her red hair falling in a curtain between the crooks of his fingers.
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Elated at how close he was Lily kept herself pressed against him, the leg draped across his tensing, trying to inch just a little nearer. He was wonderful, she didn't want him going anywhere.
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They really probably should stop, but thoroughly ensnared by her warmth and closeness, Eleven found his hand sliding around her waist, drawing her in through the growing haze steadily muting out more reasonable lines of thought.
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Briefly the idea that they ought to surface and seek out fresh air flashed across her thoughts, though she dismissed it almost instantly, her mouth meeting his breathlessly. Shifting forward Lily's hand left the back of his neck to run down his arm, lifting herself enough to climb into his lap unable to stop herself from kissing him as she moved.
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Eleven broke from her lips in a bid to regain his breath against her shoulder.
"Goddess," he whispered with feeling, swept up and running high, no longer entirely conscious of where they were. "You're wonderful."
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Lily let her fingers comb through his hair as she caught her breath, her heart pounding against her chest hard enough she swore he was able to tell. She ducked her head, resting her cheek against his. "You're going to make it difficult for me to keep you from neglecting your studies," she laughed again before kissing his jaw.
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"Don't have anymore tonight," he assured, words feeling clumsy on his tongue. A part of his mind couldn't believe he had a hand on the woman's thigh and she wasn't so much as mentioning it. But given she was quite literally sitting in his lap-
Or no- don't think about that too much. Suddenly the burst of caution from moments ago made more sense. ..But for the moment, he was okay. Things were okay- manageable, at least.
For now, he let the hand on her waist wander up her back then brush down the length of her arm, silently marveling at its progress and the simple fact that he was allowed to touch her this freely.
"..'M happy to be distracted."
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Curving herself against him as his hands skimmed up her back and along her arm, Lily kept herself as near as she could. She brought both of her hands up to affectionately brush over his cheeks before coming to rest against the sides of his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair again.
"I'm happy," she had meant to finish that affectionately mumbled phrase with 'to distract you,' but decided cutting herself off in favor of kissing him was the better way to go.
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But if that was the only thing he had to complain about, then things were pretty good. They could stay like this for hours, as far as he was concerned, kissing in the dark.. A heady thing.
Eleven's swelling lips slowed, eyes slotting open, and in a spark of muddled inspiration, tipped his head and dragged the touch of his tongue across her lower lip.
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One hand fell away from his hair, traveling over his shoulder and along the side of his body as her heart thudded away, sure he could notice but not caring all that much. Were they really supposed to do something other than this with their time? Lily had trouble recalling anything as worthy of her time as kissing El in their dimly lit alcove, and in truth, that suited her just fine.
Breathless she broke away just enough to exhale a low chuckle, dipping her chin down enough to catch his bottom lip in her teeth gently, tugging lightly.
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"Lily.." he breathed roughly next to her ear. His blood was warming quickly- dangerously- and he found some regret in pulling her so close. Eleven swallowed, willing his body not to betray him too obviously. Wrapped up in her so sweetly, he didn't want it to end.
Following her example, Eleven leaned in to press a wet kiss to her neck.
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When he broke that kiss off and turned his head to press his lips against her cheek instead, Lily drew in ragged, shuddering breaths, turning her head to rest her cheek against the side of his face.
"El," she replied in a whisper, tipping her chin enough to kiss the side of his face while her fingers combed through his hair, hoping he wasn't about to tell her he was ready to go get that drink.
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Eleven tucked his head against her shoulder and breathed, willing serenity through the growing rush of want. He could be content- was content, even- nothing was promised; he knew that. But her body ran hot beneath his hands, curves soft against his chest, and terribly sweet with her affections while her hips poised invitingly over his lap.
Too much, too close.
His face colored rapidly through a burst of self-consciousness, regretting their position with no escape or ability to shift away in order to preserve his dignity as desire asserted itself over his lackluster attempts at distraction.
"S-sorry," he managed, the word strained as he ducked his head. Goddess, but he prayed she wouldn't think too poorly of him. "..I'm sorry."
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Her hair looked a bit mad, even in the low light of the alcove, but she was oblivious to it, resting her hands on her shoulder as she shook her head. "You've done nothing I'd want an apology for El, this has been," she trailed off long enough to draw a breath, the concerned look on her face changing into one of delighted awe. "Wonderful. Utterly wonderful."
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His mind addled and body wildly uncooperative while his insides positively writhed in a tangle of nerves, he felt like an utter mess beneath her gaze.
"I-I'm glad," he said, clearing his throat. "Nothing's wrong. You're- I- yes. It's.. very nice. ..Thank you."
He could have slapped himself. If Yggdrasil were merciful, She'd take his soul now.
"I just! Mean- that's, I never thought- I'm grateful for you."
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Brushing aside the flare of ambivalent energy that coming back down to earth had brought with it she leaned in and kissed his cheek while climbing off of his lap, suddenly sheepishly aware of how high up her skirts had been hiked by all that moving around.
"I'm very grateful for you, for a lot of reasons - though, this one is a particularly good one," she laughed slightly, attempting to stave off the wave of awkwardness that threatened. Thankfully her hair had been mussed enough that trying to put it back to rights provided a wonderful distraction.
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The heat in his face had yet to ebb, though he managed to raise his eyes enough to watch her try to put herself back together. Speaking of which- Eleven raised a hand to run it over his hair, almost able to feel the ghost of her fingers in the spaces and odd tangles he came across. He shivered pleasantly, then tried to focus.
"This was very nice," he reiterated, stronger this time, "I'm glad that- well, you enjoyed it, too. Again sometime, if- if you'd like."
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