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[takesnoshit]

She makes a small noise, a snort of laughter. "You misunderstand. I am wary because I can see how easy it would be to think of nothing else."

This time her kiss is neither brief nor tentative, and her hands tangle in his hair as her mouth catches at his.

[grumpycatanthir]

"Oh, well, in that case..." He murmurs, and draws her close as she pulls at him in return.

[takesnoshit]

This time she does not stop after but a few moments. This time it is not an experimental kiss, but a fervent one. It is Yuletide, and for an hour she may be only Haleth, setting all duty aside. So she kisses him with as much thoroughness as she puts towards anything she has ever set her mind towards, and with all her attention. The rising sun finally peeks above the mountains before them, but she pays it no mind.

[grumpycatanthir]

As she kisses him he pulls her closer, one hand tangling in her hair and the other around her waist, kissing her fervently, as if trying to memorise the feel and taste of her, to engrave it on his soul.

[takesnoshit]

She allows this, tugging at him similarly, one hand cradling his face while the other strokes through his hair. It feels wonderful against her fingers, silk-soft, as fine as any fabric he's ever woven. Her breath catches a little at the tightness of his arm around her waist. Cautiously she flicks her tongue out against his, asking silent permission to deepen the kiss further.

[grumpycatanthir]

He pauses a little at that, shyly opening his mouth, clearly hesitant.

Look he hasn't done this with anyone else before okay.

[takesnoshit]

She knows, or at least suspects, but it is no matter. There is certain irony--or perhaps appropriateness--to having the tables turned, so that she is the teacher for a time. She proves a patient one, unhurried. Her mouth slants across his, her tongue teases in and withdraws, then repeats the motion, small encouraging darts of warmth and wanting.

[grumpycatanthir]

Shyly he mimics her, learning from her actions, his own tongue pressing forwards to taste her.

[takesnoshit]

She sighs her approval, leaning a little more into the kiss and touching her tongue against his.

[grumpycatanthir]

Oh, that's nice, and he grows bolder as she seems to approve, trying to shift angles to see what might work better.

[takesnoshit]

They learn and explore together as the kiss becomes more involved, more passionate, until they are both clinging to one another, heedless of all else.

After several minutes Haleth tears her mouth away, to catch her breath. She had expected a simple kiss, but it's getting away from her; none of her experience, such as it was, was like this. Dizzily, she gropes for something to say, but there is only one thing in her mind. "What blessing did you ask from the fire?"

[grumpycatanthir]

He makes a sound that he will deny to his dying day is a whine as she pulls away.

"Eh? Ah... I wished... for time with you."

He's lucky she's not the type to tease. Unlike everyone else I play.

[takesnoshit]

Her breath hitches, and she kisses him again, holding his face in her hands.

He is eternally grateful!

[grumpycatanthir]

"We will have so little time, wether you say yea or nay...I could not but wish for more."

He explains, returning her kisses.

[takesnoshit]

"I love you."

Quiet words, whispered against his mouth, between kisses. But if she says them, they are unquestionably true.

[grumpycatanthir]

He shivers and deepens the kiss.

"As I love thee."

[takesnoshit]

There is a tide to such kisses, a point where they either develop into further events or settle into something quieter. Haleth chooses the latter, when the moment comes. They end up holding each other close, his arms and cloak wrapped around her, her head leaning against his chest. He is so much taller than she...Haleth smiles a little. No need to worry about the cold, sitting like this, not even on the longest night of the year. Though by now the sun is bright gold over the mountains.

She sighs a little, lifting her head with clear reluctance. "We should return. I will need some sleep this morning, since there was none in the night." Most of her Haladin will be in like case, at least; the day after Yuletide is not an active one.

[grumpycatanthir]

She is warm in his arms, and Caranthir feels his soul settle, to be able to sit and hold her who he loves so close. The morning air is chill, but he feels none of it, too busy memorizing this moment.

He stirs only reluctantly as she does.

"Wjll your people sleep late also this morn?"

[takesnoshit]

"Most will. Not the scouts, nor some of the hunters." It is the lean season, and all know that the two months after Yule are the hardest, the coldest, for all that the days begin to grow longer.

Still reluctant, she untangles herself from his cloak and embrace, shivering just a little at the loss of warmth. "How long do you stay in this area, before moving on?"

[grumpycatanthir]

"I can send my own guard out, if you think the hunters need aid. I do not think it right for us to not contribute."

He shrugs, visibly reluctant to let her go.

"As long as you want me to. This is my personal guard, only. My seneschal has things well in hand - orcs dislike the snow as much as the next person, as it turns out. There will be few raids, and so this is as much of a break as we get."

[takesnoshit]

There is a moment's pause. "I do not deny their assistance will be welcome," she says finally. "Particularly as you may range further abroad than we may. But I would not have you think we cannot sustain ourselves, nor that we must rely on your aid."

[grumpycatanthir]

"No, never." He assures her. "But you were not expecting to host us, and it would be rude not to contribute."

[takesnoshit]

She relaxes a little. "Then that is well. We cannot provide much in the way of entertainment, but you are welcome to what we have."

[grumpycatanthir]

He almost smirks at that.

"If my men cannot entertain themselves, I will worry seriously - but I hope they make friends here too."

[takesnoshit]

She chuckles, for it is true; surely in a lifetime of many centuries, they must have learned how to keep themselves occupied without assistance. And there is always work to do. "I too wish for that," she says, holding out a hand to help Caranthir to his feet, largely so she may keep holding it afterwards. "And if nothing else it would help for more of my people to learn your tongue. Perhaps we should have an evening or two of telling stories or sharing songs; that would be much welcomed."