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[grumpycatanthir]

He sighs, softly, almost purring under her lips, his hands reaching for her in turn, tangling in her hair and tracing teasing patterns across her back.

[takesnoshit]

There is a lightness in him, an ease that was never present before, and Haleth is much pleased by it. There used to by a slight edge of desperation in the way he would hold her, as though she were a bulwark against the Dark. But now there is no need for protection, no silent edge to their enjoyment of each other.

Her breath is warm in his ear, a silent chuckle followed by a sharp intake of breath as his fingers dance along her lower back, which is always sensitive to touch. She nibbles delicately at his earlobe in response.

[grumpycatanthir]

She had been his light, brief and soon lost, a shield against the oncoming night. But now she is bright still and he is free, and there is none of the long tension of long ago, and he huffs, tilting his head into her nibbles and his teasing fingers add the edge of nails, remembering how she liked his teeth, once.

[takesnoshit]

She makes a small, needy sound at the scrape of nails, arching against the touch. Her lips brush against his ear more by accident than design, in her distraction.

[grumpycatanthir]

He shivers at her lips, turning to capture her lips and kiss her soundly, teasing her by alternating scratches with lighter touches.

[takesnoshit]

She returns the kiss in kind, wrapping her arms around his neck so she can play with his hair as he plays with her back. This is a very slow build-up for them, but that feels appropriate given the day's events. It is a wonder, to for the first time feel that there is no time, no limit, no ending in store...Haleth makes that noise again as his fingers caress the small of her back, and she buries her hands in his hair, wrapping it around her fists. "My Caranthir," she whispers into the kiss, claiming him in words as she never has done, for he never was hers before, not wholly. Not with the Oath hounding him.

[grumpycatanthir]

They have all the time they need, and no demands on either of them, and he drops his head to nip along her neck, remembering how much she liked that.

"My Haleth." He agrees, all but purring.

[takesnoshit]

She hisses, loving the mixed sharpness and softness as he moves his mouth up her neck. Between her hissed breath and his rumbly purrs they sound like a pair of cats more than anything, but her laughter at that thought is cut off by another press of teeth on her throat. She tilts her head further up. "Yours."

Another thing she has never said, for she was not free to give herself as wholly as she is now.

[grumpycatanthir]

"Yours." He agrees, nibbling and trying to remember exactly the level of pressure she liked.

[takesnoshit]

She thrives on all of it, evidently, reacting to both light and sharper touches with the enthusiasm of a cat being caressed, all but purring as she stretches against him. Her nails scrape lightly down his arm.

[grumpycatanthir]

So very very different, now they are able to be indulgent and slow, and he nibbles up and down her neck before switching sides to tend to both, settling on biting playfully at the corner of her neck and shoulder.

[takesnoshit]

Haleth willingly tilts her neck or shifts so he may access whatever part of her he wishes, and chuckles when he settles her shoulder. There is a sharp intake of breath at the press of his teeth. "Do you wish to mark me?" she asks, teasing a little. "Hardly needed, after this morning's ceremony..."

She caresses his leg with her left hand, the metal of her wedding ring warmed by their body heat.

[grumpycatanthir]

He pulls away and raises an eyebrow at her.

"Would you prefer to mark me instead?" He teases

[takesnoshit]

Haleth grins fiercely. "I will claim you however you will permit," she says, and moves so she is sitting in his lap, her legs wrapped around his waist. She strokes his hair with teasing fingers, then fists her hand around a long, thick length of it, wrapping the dark strands around her fist and using it to leverage his face closer to hers. "My elf."

[grumpycatanthir]

He hisses a little as she tugs, but it's a pleased sound, not an angry one.

"My human." He agrees and kisses her.

[takesnoshit]

Their kisses are gaining a little in heat now, more so now that she straddles him and can feel is growing need for her trapped between them. Her hand is still fisted in his hair, and she uses it to pull his head to the side that she may kiss his neck, nipping lightly, then sucking hard. If Caranthir wishes a mark, a mark he shall have. A small point of savagery in this paradise they now occupy.

[grumpycatanthir]

He hisses approvingly, neck arching to bare it for her - he is hers, after all, and he enjoys knowing that he will wear the marks of her passion. His own hands tangle in her hair, and ones exploring down her back reach down to teasingly pinch her bottom.

[takesnoshit]

Haleth squeaks. Actually squeaks. For a second she is completely distracted, both by the pinch and by the entirely undignified sound she has just made, which it is difficult to believe came from her mouth. She pulls back enough to look at him in silent, mock-reproof, though there is laughter tugging at her eyes and mouth.

[grumpycatanthir]

The squeak is so incongurous that Caranthir pulls away to laugh at her.

"I don't think I've ever heard you make that sound before!"

[takesnoshit]

"I am not surprised," she says dryly, attempting and failing to be stern. "For I am certain I have never made such s sound before." But the smile breaks loose there, for she cannot resist his laughter.

[grumpycatanthir]

He kisses her smile with a low chuckle.

"I will remember not to do that in the future then, unless I wish more ... yelping!"

[takesnoshit]

"I suggest you remember." She rests her hands on his shoulders, eyebrow raised. "For if you risk it again, there will be consequences."

At that she smirks, and one of her hands abruptly darts down to tickle along his ribs.

[grumpycatanthir]

"Oh?" He raises an eyebrow at her and then squawks as her fingers find his ticklish spots.

"Haleth!"

[takesnoshit]

Haleth repays indignity with indignity, her fingers dancing lightly along his sides, not to much as to render him unable to breathe but providing no respite either. Her smirk fades to something more happy, for she dearly loves his laughter.

[grumpycatanthir]

"Ai!" He sputters and bats are her fingers, shaking with laughter.