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Beyond the Barrier: Unraveling the Veil [Vekraihr/Juumbled]

The energy which was whirling around Silas ebbed as the shards of ice passed through it without harm before flaring back to life just as radiantly as it had before. He heard a grunt of agony as he heard one ring true into the druid, and he smiled a bit knowing that she did not get to leave unscathed. He looked about to the now impaled elves, hearing some still alive and moaning with agony, though they were not long for this world.

As Lilith came back down towards the ground and soon he was upon her, floating to the ground himself as her cool touch caressed his cheek. She'd feel the warmth and hum of the energy coursing through him and his face pulled towards more of a smile as he leaned his head towards her hand. The galactic hues stared back into hers and she felt as though she were staring into eternity for that moment where their eyes were locked. He felt peace when he looked back into hers, though it wasn't to last as he was brought back to the reality of their situation.

"We must escape this place," he said to her in a concerned tone with his powerful voice, though he had softened it enough to where it wouldn't be a thunderous boom directly in her face. As he thought of where they should go, all he could think about in that moment was the old vacation home his parents would take him and his siblings to a few times a year. A beautiful cottage, nestled in a forest clearing. Surrounded by flowers and built of fine stone and wood. It was cozy, able to fit a family of 6 like his, though snugly. The stone chimney which rose from the center of the cottage billowing wisps of smoke as a fire burned in the living room. Couches against the wall, and an opening leading towards a kitchen and dining area against one wall and stairs leading up to the bedrooms and bathroom on the other wall.

His perfect vision was interrupted by a metallic but feminine voice ringing out into the air around them. "If you keep that image, I can take us there," the voice said in a matter-of-fact way, seeming as though it was coming from the direction of the orb. Silas looked startled at first as he looked to the orb as it began to float between him and Lilith, hovering in the air at their sides. "Just keep focusing..." the orb spoke once again, a little more clearly this time. Silas gave a firm nod before closing his eyes slowly and he began to think hard upon the cottage he so longed for, the stone path leading to the doorway, the flower garden which grew to each side of the path.

The orb flashed brilliantly and just as before, the scenery around them became drowned out by the brilliant light it released. Silas didn't find a need to shield his eyes, however, the galactic hues seeming to just absorb the light easily as he felt the familiar sensation of space bending around them. Before long, the chambers had gone, along with all the worries within it and they were standing on a stone path, flanked on either side by beautiful wildflowers and he looked on to see the oak front door and the finely crafted windows of the front of the pale stone colored cottage. A wave of relief poured over him and his grip on his implements relaxed and the energy that was shimmering around him began to fade slowly, dispersing into the atmosphere around them with tendrils of energy lashing out into the air.

Once the excess had left him, his green hues looked deeply at Lilith before falling completely shut and the inventor went totally limp and began crumbling towards the ground.
 
Silas’ voice was still unlike the one she’d come to know, but his concern still felt the same. They were in a place where someone understood how Celestials worked, and how to destroy them. Whoever that someone was, was creating tools for others to destroy her people. Lilith wondered why, but couldn’t think of a suitable answer. She couldn’t let this situation go unchecked, her people needed to know what was happening in this place. She knelt down, placing a hand on the ground.

The elves around the room moaned and cried out, and Lilith made a snap decision to finish them off. She couldn’t take the noise, and didn’t care to make things suffer. Under each of the bodies, large pillars of ice shot up from the ground, stabbing through them instantly. Streaks of blood painted down the icicles. Lilith’s expression remained cold and unfeeling. She couldn’t afford to become emotional in such a situation.

Her next step was to send a beacon to her homeland. She placed her second hand on the ground, and between her palms, a bright blue light shot out from the ground, shooting up, through the building and off into the sky until it was out of sight. Lilith would still have much to report, but the beacon would at least provide them with exact coordinates, since she really had no idea where they were.


Frightened by the unknown voice, Lilith looked around the room, expecting some new, unknown enemy. She found nothing, however, until she looked back and saw the orb now bouncing in the air between the two mighty figures. It could. . . talk? She stood back up, slowly processing what was happening. Lilith stared intently into the orb, clenching her jaw in frustration. This was going to be a bigger problem than she first realized. The soul was somehow reanimated in the contraption.

“W-wait a minute.”

Lilith took a step back, spinning in a circle, watching as the souls of the elves floated lazily around the room. She shifted, retrieving her necklace, holding the red ornament in her hand as she called forth the newly passed souls into the containment device she wore. She normally wasn’t the direct cause of such collection, but Lilith couldn’t simply let them mingle about like she knew they would. It was still her mission, one she couldn’t abandon.

The orb spoke again, and Lilith looked beyond it, over to Silas. He was talking back to it, and was doing what it-- she?-- said. As the orb flashed a brilliant light, Lilith felt her body being pulled with such a strong force that she landed against Silas, her face buried in his chest. She pressed a hand against him, trying not to keep her full body weight leaning onto him, but the force of the teleportation was too strong to fight.

They finally found themselves grounded in a new place. This is what the orb told Silas to focus on? So… he knew where they were, then. She pulled away from him, noting the scenery, as well as checking for danger. There wasn’t anything around that she could sense. It seemed this was a safe haven.

Lilith looked back to Silas, watching as his auras and magical effects wore off, fading into the atmosphere around them. She looked back to his eyes, wishing to see those galactic orbs one more time, but realized his peaceful greens were back in place. Guiltily, Lilith blushed, hoping he didn’t suspect her intentions, however, it seemed unlikely because his body gave out at that very moment.

Lilith rushed closer to him, wrapping her arms around in inventor to catching him. His body felt weak and frail, but his dead-weight was far more than she expected as she held onto him. She dug her feet down, her legs covering with ice to hold herself in place as she supported him. “Silas…” she muttered with labored breath.

She looked around, noting the cottage not far from where they’d landed. She glared at the floating orb. “You couldn’t just drop us off inside? I don’t suppose you’d want to help me out here.” she hissed at it. She huffed air out of her nose, then pushed forward while holding Silas. “Your gear makes you heavy. This is. . . very inconvenient. . . inventor.” she complained to the unconscious man.

Lilith’s grip on him slipped, and Silas fell more forward, his face now incredibly close to her own. She stopped in place, her heart suddenly racing as his nose touched her own. Her cheeks grew warm as she held him there, and she couldn’t help but lean forward, placing her lips against his. A cold rush of energy left her lips, coursing through him with a tingling sensation that would travel throughout his whole body. She pulled herself away slowly, her mouth only inches away from his as she stared at him. What had she just done? And… why?
 
As Silas began to fall towards the ground, he was caught in the arms of Lilith, who seemed to underestimate the heft of a fully immobile body. He was braced against her, however, and it kept him from hitting the ground with what appeared would have been an incredible amount of force. Lilith had no doubt saved him from a more serious injury. The orb floated nearby, a gentle hum emanating off of it and it seemed to shimmer a little bit as Lilith addressed it. "I can only go where the creator envisions...He envisioned the outside," the orb responded with the metallic, feminine voice from before. Silas was breathing, though it was incredibly labored and ragged and she could feel a gentle tremble coming from his body, though he felt unbelievably warm. Channeling that much energy had done something to him and it was unclear at this point how extensive the effect was.

"I would help, but I am uncertain how...The creator would have to issue an order to me...However, considering his current state and his amicable relationship with you, I may be able to take orders from you until the creator comes to," the orb stated with a bit of a despondent tone, seeming as though it wished to help, but didn't have the means to do so in it's current state. It hovered nearby, inert and useless for the time being, the light that was peaking through the trees glimmering along the metallic surface and carved symbols of the sphere which held the soul.

As Silas fell forward, a small part of his mind began to respond to the cold feeling at the tip of his nose and a soft, relaxed sigh escaped his lips, though it sounded shaky from the trembling in his body. As her lips pressed up against his, a shiver ran through him slightly and a bit of revitalization poured into him and roused him to a slightly less unconscious state. She felt his lips pushing a little back against hers, his semi-unconscious self kissing her lightly upon her chilled lips. It was at this moment that she would taste something foreign drip into her mouth, something with a metallic tang as it touched her tongue.

As she pulled back, she would see blood dripping from the inventor's nose and mouth, though something was off. His blood had been normal human blood just the day prior, but now it was a much more vivid red and seemed to almost sparkle in the rays of light as if tiny pieces of gemstone dust had found its way into his blood. Slowly, as the energy she gave him began to push his body back towards consciousness, his weight against her seemed to lessen and lessen as he grumbled incoherently, It sounded as though he was fighting off a terrible bout of sleepiness. Slowly, the inventor's eyes opened and as she had gotten so close to him, she would see they were quite bloodshot, the small little blood vessels running throughout seeming to have ruptured from the amount of magic that had been flowing through him previously.

"L-Lil...Lilith..." was the first thing he said, she seeing the carefree, but bloody smile of his slowly spreading over his weary face and she could hear a simultaneous joy and relief in his voice as he almost completely went limp against her again, embracing her warmly with his trembling body. "A-are you...Alright?" he had to stop to take a breath partway through, she hearing the strain in his voice as he breathed raggedly. His voice was dripping with concern for her and a shaky hand began to move from around her and pushed up against her cheek softly, cradling it and stroking her cheekbone with his thumb as his fingers traced over her ear and into her brunette locks.
 
If there was one thing Lilith hadn’t expected, it was an actual response from the orb. She didn’t even know how to reply. What did the orb know of Silas’ feelings toward her? It would allow her to control it, to give it orders? What orders could one give such a device? Lilith shook the thoughts from her head. Besides, the cottage wasn’t too far away, and considering what had happened to his finger when they’d teleported so quickly between jumps, she didn’t want to risk it.

Lilith placed a finger to her bottom lip as she tasted something off on her tongue. She licked her lips, realizing it was blood. She tilted her head down, pressing against Silas’ forehead with her own to raise his head, then wiped his face with the long sleeve of her formal wear. She held him as steadily as she could, and he began to grumble from beneath the fabric of her sleeve. She removed her arm from his face, noting a glimmer of shine where the blood was still smeared, and attempted to make out any words he might have been trying to say.

His eyes began to open again, and Lilith could see the strain his power had taken on his body, first with the bleeding, and then with the bloodshot whites of his eyes. Her lips shifted into a tight frown as she shifted her weight and head to better hold him up. He spoke her name, though shakily, and then hugged her. She feared he’d slipped back out of consciousness, but he was just that weak.

When he asked her if she was alright, some of the tension in her shoulders went away and she looked at him with sympathetic eyes. “You idiot.” she said to him. Lilith let the ice around her legs fade away as if it had never been there. She wrapped her arms around him, looking over his shoulder at the cottage, then with little effort, used her power to teleport the both of them inside.

When she teleported, their bodies were covered in a velvety smoke, and the distinct smell of lavender filled the air. There was no bright light, no long time to wait. They simply disappeared from one spot, then appeared in the next. Lilith aimed for just inside the door, hoping to miss any painful landings involving furniture, then used a hand to lift Silas’ face.
“Hey…” she nearly whispered to him. It was the first time she’d ever used a teleport with another being before, and she hoped it hadn’t made him any worse for wear.

“Silas…?” she spoke his name, being sure she could grab his attention fully. “Let’s get you sitting down now.”
 
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Silas just smiled at her as she called him an idiot and he wrapped his arms around her a little more as she began to embrace him, his eyes glimmering softly. As her forehead pressed up against his and she was so close to his eyes, she would notice that the green was starting to speckle with what looked like little white and yellow stars, though they were far and few between. He stroked her back softly as he held onto her, his shakiness slowly beginning to subside though he was still trembling ever so slightly as his fingers traced delicate patterns on her back. The blood still flowed from his mouth and nose, though the tide was slowly stemming.

As she began to focus, Silas felt the shimmer of the energy around them before they teleported within the living room of the cottage, in the middle of two couches and standing harmlessly next to the coffee table, all of which had a thin layer of dust over top of it. Silas looked at her with grateful eyes as he held onto her, not feeling any worse from the teleportation rather than a little bit of unease in his stomach.

"Thank you," he replied to her softly as she called his name and motioned him towards the couch, however, he'd had other intentions. He felt this chill on his lips as he began to stir, but he did not see what had caused it when he opened his eyes, though he suspected he knew from whence it came. Something within him was driving him for another taste of her lips on his and he leaned forward towards her, the smell of lavender relaxing his speeding mind as he gently but affectionately kissed her on her lips.

He still tasted a bit of the metallic taste of blood, though it was fading rapidly as his lips moved softly against hers for several seconds before he slowly pulled away, licking his own lips as his green hues glimmered a little with shyness and happiness. They were near enough to a couch that he would be able to just sit and relax, and he started to reach his one hand out for the couch to brace himself against the back before lowering his body down onto it with a little more force than he intended to, the weakness in his muscles still not fully abated.
 
With her hand still resting against Silas’ cheek, Lilith saw a new version of his eyes as she stared deep within them. Had those stars always been there, or was this something new? She hadn’t ever really stared so intently at him before, and not so close, so it was hard to know. She seemed puzzled, but incredibly drawn to him in that moment.

“Wh-what are you..?” she whispered in wonderment. She wasn’t expecting an answer, but even more than that, she hadn’t been expecting what had happened after she spoke.

Silas leaned forward, his lips touching her own in a delicate embrace. Her body tensed at the shoulders, then slowly relaxed as he held her there, kissing her so tenderly. Lilith’s hand slid forward, into his hair, her eyes closing as she truly allowed herself to feel him there with her in that moment. His lips were warmer than hers, though her coolness seemed to overpower his heat, offering tingles and chills to go along with the kiss to the both of them. It was magical. And, for a few seconds, she enjoyed that time with him.

As soon as his kiss ended, he pulled away, and she watched him find a seat on a couch. It was then that she snapped back into the current reality, watching him land uncomfortably as if he still didn’t have complete control of his own weight. She walked to him slowly, sitting beside him on the couch, on top of her bent knees, peering around to his face, specifically his nose. The blood looked as though it had stopped. She sighed with relief then stood back up, looking around.

This place seemed like an abandoned house. Since Silas had a rather large home that she’d - sort of - broken into, and this place was from his memories, it was likely something that belonged to either him or a family member. At least they weren’t trespassing, or at least, that’s what she hoped. She walked off, leaving Silas alone as she fumbled around, finding a kitchen and with what seemed like a lot of effort, a glass of water which she returned with.

“No all of us can just… make water.” she said with a smirk as she sat back down, the same position as before, glass in hand. It was apparent, from her position, and how her sleeves had settled, that she had tended to him, the blood from his face now dried into the rich blues and purples of the cloth. “We need to get you cleaned up, also.” she mentioned, her tone cool and collected as she tried to distance her emotions from the kiss minutes ago. Her mind, however, longed to go back to that memory, as if it were so long ago she needed to remember every detail so she would never forget.
 
Silas smiled and shivered as the cool tingles tickled at his lips, making the kiss all the more enjoyable for him as his lips pressed against hers with warmth and a soft passion which told her some of how he was beginning to feel for her. Silas lingered a little when he had pulled away from her, as if hesitant to part from this moment, but he had to as his strength to hold himself fully upright was rapidly failing.

As she sat next to him, she would see the inventor's cheeks were bright crimson and he was absentmindedly touching his lips with a coy smile on his face, his green hues seeming to shimmer with an elation that she'd previously only seen when he found out his invention had worked. A high honor from him, as inventing was his entire life and livelihood. He noticed that she was looking to his nose and he remembered that he'd been bleeding and she had cleaned him up, the taste of iron still a little fresh in his mouth. He swallowed softly as she sat so close to him, and she could feel his body trying to push forward to be closer to hers, but he hadn't the strength to do so.

Instead, Silas leaned back onto the couch and he breathed deeply and raggedly, his heart pumping excitedly in his chest at the moment they had shared. He didn't seem as weary, though, the happiness in him pushing back all the negative feelings he was experiencing from his overexertion. As she walked off, Silas' fingers stretched out towards her a little as if to beckon her to stay, though he didn't make any noise to alert her to it, the embarrassment from his previous boldness silencing him briefly.

A warm smile spread over his face as she returned and she would swear she'd see him perk up just from her coming back towards him. Seeing the glass in her hand, Silas blushed a little more heavily as she began to speak of the favor he had done for her previously and he looked at her with a big, goofy grin. "T-tha-thank y-you..." he managed to stammer out and she could hear the bashful nature in him overtaking the tone in his voice. He took the glass from her hand slowly and she could feel him shaking again as he held onto the glass, trying to keep his hand steady as he placed the cup to his lips and began to drink deeply, his throat extending and audible "gulps" sounding with each pass of water into him. He desperately needed the refreshment, only pulling the cup away from his lips when it was drained with a heavy sigh.

He noted the blood on her clothing and he realized it must have come from him and he looked down a little bit as he bit his lip lightly, then looked back up to her with a grateful look and pinkness on his cheeks. "T-thank you again.." he said softly as he looked at her with his emerald orbs, his mind replaying the previous moments of their affection and the happiness in his eyes perhaps portrayed those thoughts to her. "T-there is...A bath...Upstairs," he said softly as he pointed up the steps, the brief rest being enough that he was able to move about again. Picking himself up off of the couch with a grunt of effort, he looked at her with a bit of need as he bit his lip again. "W-would you help me?" he asked her cautiously as he fidgeted about a little bit.

The orb, which hadn't been teleported with them, suddenly appeared in the room near Silas' shoulder and hung in the air, silent for the time being as the soul within needed to recharge after being expended with such urgency.
 
Lilith watched Silas and the curious way he always seemed to be biting his lip. She was sure he’d just make himself bleed even more at the rate he was chewing on himself. She just barely shook her head, snorting a little air through her nose, which was almost a laugh. He drank the water down until the glass was emptied, and she was sure he could have kept going had the glass been taller. However, it was for the best, because he was probably only going to hurt himself further. She reached for his hands, grabbing the empty glass from him before his shaky hands dropped it. She didn’t need him getting anymore hurt.

As if Silas read her thoughts, and then chose to do the complete opposite of them, he began to stand up. Her eyes widened with disbelief, seeming very cross with his stubbornness. “Silas!” she scolded him as she jumped up, placing the glass down hastily on a dusty table near the couch. She nearly slipped with the glass herself, and without thinking, froze the cup to the table. She reached forward, grabbing onto his arm with both hands.

“You’re being impossible. You shouldn’t be up. You only just sat down.” she reminded him. If he wasn’t going to take care of himself, then apparently she was going to have to. “I mean, yeah, I guess I’ll help you. You aren’t really giving me any choice.” she huffed.

The glint of the soul-orb caught Lilith’s eye just then. Had it not come with them? She tilted her head, wondering if she should try to reach out and poke it, but images of Silas’ poor finger flooded her mind and she avoided the orb instead.

Lilith sighed and heaved the inventor’s arm up over her shoulder, walking with him toward the stairs. It was only a little awkward, since he was a bit on the taller side, but considering her home life, it was fairly normal for her. “Come on, then.” she muttered, sounding aggravated with him. She didn’t have time to baby this man. . . with the stars in his eyes…

Lilith shook her head, again, and marched up with Silas, taking him to the door he’d motioned toward. “Okay, so. . . Here you are. Uh,” she hesitated, looking into the dark room, wondering what she was supposed to do in there. The Celestial’s realm was so very different from this more primitive place.
 
"Thank you," he said softly to her as she took the cup and he gave her a warm, gentle smile as he looked over at her with his green hues shimmering a little with the light that was peering in through the windows. He watched on with amusement as she fumbled with the glass and then froze it to the table as he'd stood up and then she rushed over towards him and grabbed his arm with both of her cool hands, making him sigh a little with a gentle grin on his face.

"I can't be impossible, I'm standing right here..." he said with a puzzled expression on his face, it being a bit of a science joke and he couldn't help himself from chuckling a little bit at his own joke. As she said that she had to take care of him, he squinted his eyes at her a little bit and furrowed his brow at her. "If you don't want to help, you don't have to," he said softly to her in a matter-of-fact tone as she began to lead him upstairs.

His legs shook a little with each step as he braced himself a little against her and she could feel his hand gently caressing her shoulder as they moved towards the upstairs of the home. "First door on the left here," he said as he pointed with his other hand as they got to the top of the steps, his breathing deep and ragged as he exerted himself to help her get him up the steps. As she went into the bathroom with him alongside, he noted how dark it was in there and he gave a bit of a "hm" as he reached to the wall and felt around before flipping a switch. Gas lamps began to light around the room, filling it with a warm glow as he leaned up against her a bit.

"Here we are," he pointed out as he gestured to the bathroom, there being a finely carved marble bath with a metal faucet and polished knobs on each side of it, resting in the one corner of the room and appearing large enough to fit two people of average size. In the corner adjacent to it was a walk-in shower with a metal head with lots of holes in it and more knobs built into the wall, everything visible through the clear glass enclosure. There was a cabinet between the two, filled with towels and other toiletries and on the wall next to the bath was a sink with a mirror with various self-care implements stored atop it in specific places that were carved just for them and on the opposite side was a commode should a need arrive for it.

"I really appreciate you doing this for me," Silas said quietly and warmly, still a little shy at the situation but he was doing his best to be comfortable with her. She made it very easy for him, and that sometimes made his bashful nature come out further and he had a hard time staying bold and confident.
 
Lilith’s mouth shifted into nearly a frown as she looked at Silas from the new lighting of the washroom. “Here,” she instructed as she basically guided him to the wall so that he could lean against it. Her fingers slowly and hesitantly reached for his chest. Her hand, outstretched as it was, seemed a little shaky from the start, but as she studied Silas’ face, and how awkward he seemed in that moment, she sighed and got herself into the mindset of completing a mission: undress the man-child.

Slender fingers reached for the sleeve-cuffs and golden ropes that attached to buttons that stretched across his chest, and one by one, she focused to remove them from being in place, until she could press both hands against the jacket, pushing slowly up his shoulders, then all the way down his arms until it fell to the floor. She treated his tunic with the same amount of care in the beginning, until it, too, was heaped onto the floor. However, all of his silly inventions he wore left her wondering.

Her eyes lifted to peer up at him, trying to look in control of the situation at hand, though she in fact found herself very nervous. “I don’t know how your things work.” she whispered quietly to him, as if someone might hear and catch them where they stood.
 
Silas looked at Lilith and gave a slow nod before going over towards the wall, lightly blushing as he did so. He had been undressed before her, almost completely, but he'd never been undressed by her, and it was making his heart rate skyrocket as he pondered the implications of it. He was witing the corner of his lip as she studied his face and he looked at her, his green hues a mixture of emotion, but primarily bashfulness was the most visible as she studied him. He noticed her shaking hand steadied and he saw her attitude towards him shift a little bit and he felt almost as though as she were judging him. He didn't care much for that feeling it gave him when she looked upon him in such a way.

Silas stood still for her, however, working on controlling his breath to bring his heart rate back down and he closed his eyes as she began to undo his jacket. Once it fell to the floor, she continued with the tunic and he felt his torso bare itself to her and she would notice his skin was a little more pale than it had been and she could see his heart beating swiftly in his chest. As she whispered to him about his things, he gave a soft chuckle and shook his head a little bit.

"You're not threatening me, so you can just take them off," he said softly to her with a bit of a rasp to his voice as he reached up with his gloved hand and removed his circlet, stretching the opening of the metal hoop so that it released from him. He then slipped his fingers inside of his glove and began to pull it off as well. Finally, he took the scepter from his waist and set all three implements onto the tunic on the floor and he looked at her, his gaze still uneasy although the bashfulness was beginning to recede.
 
“O-Oh, okay.” Lilith said, though Silas took his inventions off himself, anyway. She stared at each of them curiously as he placed them down, and she tilted her head, her eyes meeting his once more. “They make me a little nervous.” she admitted. “Especially that one,” she added, pointing to the orb. “Does it. . . Can you also set it down with the other things?” Her question was genuine. It was bizarre that it seemed to be sentient, but even so, she wasn’t sure it should get wet when it wasn’t necessary.

Lilith’s hand gently brushed along the pale skin of his chest, her fingers trailing up to his thumping heartbeat. She kept them there, her cool touch pulsing against his flesh at a slower rate than the beating she felt. “Let’s… get you taken care of.” she murmured, her attitude slowly shifting back to a soft nature.

Her hand against his chest slid down to the rim of his pants, noting how tightly they fit along his hips. She slowly undid them, her fingers working around them until they began to peel away from his body. She pushed them downward with both hands, the paused, realizing he was still wearing boots. “Oh.” she said with a giggle.

Lilith knelt down, then tugged a little against Silas’ pants. “Sit.” she told him, though it sounded more like a request from her tone. She tugged at one of his boots, her body falling back a great deal with an “oof” as she held the boot in her hands. She looked quite tangled up in all the fabrics of her own gown, and fought with her dress in order to get back upright.

“This is. . . certainly a process.” she said with a huff, sitting there defeatedly, with her arms and his boot lying in her lap.
 
As he looked at her and she admitted her nerves to him, he looked over towards the orb and gave a soft smile and a sigh. "Go wait outside, please," he said to it in a calm voice and there was a little hum from it before it floated its way out of the room. "Well, I can at least tell it to go places," he said softly and he looked at Lilith, the bashfulness in his eyes being slowly replaced by warmth and gratefulness.

As she brushed her hand against his chest, Silas gave a sigh of comfort in response, remembering how it felt for her to touch him in the bed and he seemed to melt up against the wall as the pulsing feeling entered his chest at a rhythm of different from his heartbeat. "Alright, then...Carry on," he said softly to her as he looked at her with expectancy in his eyes and a soft glow to them.

As she ran her hand along him to his pants, he shivered lightly and gave a bit of a gasp as he felt her starting to undo his pants, pushing them down and them stopping as the boots were in the way. As she requested for him to sit, Silas obliged happily and he looked at her as she struggled with the boots, tugging the one off and falling back with a laugh as he shook his head a little bit.

Silas reached with both of his hands as he chuckled and pushed other boot off with a grunt of effort and he slipped the pants off carefully afterward, leaning forward and his gaze that was on her turned from softness to a more intense warmth, seeing her tangled up in the dress making him think of when she'd gotten tangled in the bedspread. Reaching out towards her, Silas took her arms and pulled her forward and he slumped back into the wall with a "thump" as he brought her body crashing against his.
 
Lilith watched Silas push his other boot off with only a little less effort than it had taken her to do. He then reached forward, grabbing her arms. She thought something must have been wrong, or that he was after the shoe, but it was her he wanted, and he tugged her forward hard enough that her whole body lifted up and fell into him as he thudded against the wall. Her dress flew around the both of them in ruffles of colors and she quickly moved a hand to the back of his head, concerned at how hard he may have hit it.

Lilith’s face was so close to his that their noses practically touched. She felt her insides flush with a sudden warmth, a sensation she didn’t understand. At least that warmth in her chest didn’t leave her feeling sick. ‘…just like how Silas’ skin and lips felt against mine, so warm.’ She blinked several times, realizing just how on top of him she actually was.

“I-- Am I hurting you?” she asked him as she shifted her weight, ready to pull away from him, but his hand caught her arm once more as he kept her body touching his. Her chest lay against his and she could feel the rhythm of his heart trying to influence her own. She stared at him, her expression softening the longer she looked, until she leaned in further, tilting her head as her lips met his.

Her hand that held the back of his head played into his hair and her other hand lifted to his cheek. She held onto him, tasting his lips with the subtle taste of blood still lingering there. Her eyes closed and she forgot herself in that moment in his arms.
 
Silas relaxed almost immediately as her cool skin began to press up against him and he felt relief from his troubles as she sat atop him, so close to him as he was in such a vulnerable state. However, he didn't blush, his eyes meeting hers as she looked at him and she saw neither pain nor worry in his eyes, but warmth and affection. As her hand moved up into his soft and wild hair, she would notice that it felt a lot smoother than it looked and quite a bit softer than one would have expected from a male. The "stars" in his eyes seemed to twinkle as he looked at her, reliving the intimate moments he had with her recently with a fond smile.

He noticed how close she was, his nose practically against hers as she pushed her hand to the back of his head, drawing them a little closer as he bit his bottom lip a little, his heartbeat quickening a little as he too came to the realization that she was directly on him.

Suddenly, she asked him if he was being hurt and she attempted to pull away, just for his arm to tighten around her and keep her from going away from him. "You'll hurt me if you take my heart away from me," he said in a sweet tone, implying that she was his heart as he looked at her with the intensity of his green eyes twinkling with affection. Watching on, he felt her expression soften before meeting his lips with hers and his eyes widened briefly with shock before closing slowly. His smile wrinkled his eyes' corners as he kissed her in return, his arm wrapping up around her back tighter and his other hand dove into her hair to tousle her brown locks.

He leaned a little towards her hand a little bit, though not far enough as to interrupt the affection they were sharing with their mouths, his lips pressing a little more intently into hers as he took deep and slow breaths through his nose, simultaneously to keep himself calm and to inhale her intoxicating essence.
 
Lilith had never felt so safe and protected as she did in that moment with Silas holding her tightly against him. Barely finding the willpower to pull herself away from his kiss, she looked back at him with eyes that seemed heavier than they had been before. She considered his words only then, trying not to smile too obviously at the idea of him calling her his heart. No one had ever spoken to her like that before. Her cheeks were a soft pink from their kiss and as she looked at him it was difficult to keep them from turning a brighter shade of red.

“Uh. . . s-sorry. I just…” Lilith’s words trailed off quietly as she became distracted by Silas’ eyes. But, the dried blood on his face brought her back to the present. “Let’s get you back up, and we can get you cleaned off, okay?” she said as she attempted to stand back up.

Somewhere in the process of her getting to her feet, and helping to pull the inventor up as well, there was a tearing sound and a pull at the lower portion of her dress. Lilith paused and looked down at the gown, noting a large rip that showed a thin, silk dress slip underneath. “Ugh, this thing…”

Distracted, Lilith took her hands away from Silas and pulled roughly at the skirt of her dress, ripping it away and letting it fall down to the ground. The white, silk skirt of her slip fell just at the tops of her thighs. She also slipped out of her shoes before guiding Silas away from all of the clothing. “Formal wear is so… over done.” she said, trying to think of the right words.

For the time, she avoided removing the last of Silas’ clothing. There wasn’t even water in the bath yet, and she wasn’t ready to stand awkwardly waiting for it beside one tall, pale, naked inventor.

“Silas, which thing do you want to use?” she asked him, somewhat clueless about the technology and plumbing of his realm.
 
Silas felt great warmth from within himself and comfort in Lilith's embrace, continuing to hold onto her firmly as though his life depended on it. In a way, he felt that it did as he was becoming more attached to this strange but beautiful girl. As the kiss broke away, Silas gave one last gentle, brief kiss to her lips before they parted fully and his eyes slowly opened, she seeing an intense affection broiling behind the green, speckled hues of his. He noticed as a grin tugged at her lips and her cheeks reddened slowly, finding it positively adorable that she was blushing so because of him.

"Don't be sorry...Please," he said to her in a reassuring way as he lifted his hand to her cheek and gently caressed it with his fingertips. "That sounds good to me," he agreed with her suggestion with a chuckle, trying to help her to stand as best as he could, releasing his grip from around her back.

Hearing the tear ring out through the silent bathroom, Silas looked down to see the dress she'd been wearing had torn and a silk slip underneath which ran far further up his leg than he'd seen before. Silas stared and slowly traced her legs with his eyes as she began to rip the portion of the dress the rest of the way off. Drinking from her feminine form with his eyes, he watched intently as she stripped off her shoes and she helped him away and up from the floor.

Silas was made bare by himself after she'd gotten him upright and for the first time, should she choose to look, she would see the entirety of the inventor in his natural state. The manhood which had made such an obvious bulge in his undergarments that morning was now almost completely at rest, though there was some life brought into it from their kissing and affection.

"Well, the bath may be easiest for you," he said softly and he looked over at it, then over at the shower and he smiled a little while biting his lip gently. "Of course, if we use the shower, you could join me," he said, she noticing his voice becoming a little richer at the notion as if he were more pleased with that option as opposed to the other.
 
Lilith turned around as Silas responded, but hadn’t expected to see so much of him. She froze, her eyes glued to his figure before quickly darting back up to his own eyes to keep from staring. “Oh! You-- You’re undressed--!” she uttered in shock, thick in her Celestial tone. Her heart thumped so hard it threatened to burst out of her chest, though she wasn’t sure if she was from experiencing embarrassment or something else entirely. She slowly looked away from the very naked man, staring off toward the shower instead. “Oh, there’s nowhere to sit in there.” she mumbled as he explained about the bath being easiest.

Then he mentioned the shower and how that could be done. “...Silas, d-don’t be… dumb.” she said nervously as his voice seemed heavier and in perfect Celestial, making it all the more enticing. Even her standard insult to him was softened. His voice and words sent chills up her spine and down her front. Again she found herself wondering just who he was, and, a more recent thought of: who was he to her?

Slowly, Lilith turned back around to view Silas in full, her eyes trailing down his slim, yet toned frame, stopping to take in the sight of his manhood, and how calm he seemed standing there. What had happened to the stuttering, nervous inventor? Her gaze lifted again and she smiled softly at him before shaking her head.
“You need to sit down, I can’t help you and hold you up,” she paused with a grin, then spoke in that goblin language Silas often slipped into when he was frazzled. “Idiot.”

Lilith toyed with the tub for a while, finding it much like the kitchen tap had been. Water sputtered and spat out of the nozzle, at first, before a steady flow began to pour down. The color was brown at first, from rust, but that, too, cleared away and soon the water was normal. Lilith, bent down and slightly over the tub, looked up to the inventor, as if to ask about the water, but he didn’t seem too concerned over it. Perhaps his mind was elsewhere. She didn’t know.

Her hand touched the water, then she instantly pulled it back as she hissed an “ow.” She waved her hand around, frowning. The water was too hot. “How am I supposed to help you like this?” she asked, suddenly, her tone nothing short of aggravated. “Either I’ll burn or you’ll catch cold.” she said, sounding almost as if she were pouting, though her back was turned away from him, so it was likely hard to tell.
 
Silas smiled as he saw Lilith turn from embarrassment and he gave a hearty chuckle as he looked towards her, his eyebrow cocking a little bit as he stepped a little closer to her. "What...? Have you never seen a naked man before?" he asked her in Celestial, his tone warm and melodic with his teasing words. He listened to her mutter about the shower and he gave a nod of agreement, thinking it would be a little problematic given his current situation. Despite him holding himself upright, he began to feel the strength in his legs and back failing, his legs even starting to gently shake as he stood there.

She chastised him at his suggestion of them getting in the shower together, although he noticed that her words weren't as heavy as they normally would have been. She also sounded nervous and her tone had this quality to it that made him feel a bit of excitement run through him with a slight shiver. "I don't think it's dumb, for us to be close..." he replied softly, continuing to speak in Celestial and his tone held an alluring quality to it as though he were attempting to provoke her in some way. In many ways, he found himself enchanted by her and for some reason, and he didn't know what that reason was, he was beginning to feel as though she were the focal point of his entire perspective. Almost as if gravity was shifting to place her at the center of everything.

As Lilith turned to look at him and he felt her eyes lingering on him in places that hadn't been gazed upon by another for some time, he felt a tingle of electricity run through him as he found the glance to be quite stimulating. Then, her gaze came back up to his smoldering green eyes and he gave a soft nod as she spoke and then laughed a little when she spoke in the goblin tongue he'd used when frustrated. "Very well, then..." he began in Celestial and then switched to the Goblin-tongue as she had, "...Buffoon," he settled on that word because it sounded ridiculous in both languages and she'd see him grinning from his shenanigans.

Silas watched Lilith as she went over towards the tub and began to adjust the knobs while having to bend slightly to do so. Biting his lip as she watched her as she bent over the tub, his gaze fixated onto her feminine physique and, more presently, her posterior. As she lifted her gaze towards him, she'd see him staring towards her and there was admiration and excitement swimming in his eyes as he began to slowly walk forward as she stuck her hand into the water.

"Here, let me fix it," he said as she recoiled and complained of the water's temperature and flailed her hand about from it. Coming up close to her with a bit of a brisk stride, his legs too shaky to carry him slowly as he came alongside her without waiting for her to move out of the way. He'd adjust the knobs in different directions and then put his hand in, and then do a little more adjusting and testing. All the while, he was beginning to hum a charming little tune, his voice having a deep resonance in his throat as he tested the water one final time and he nodded, having decided to have it just a little bit more than warm.

"Are you able to tolerate this temperature?" he asked her softly as he motioned for her to test the water herself, his glimmering eyes looking towards her with expectancy, excitement, and affection.
 
"What...? Have you never seen a naked man before?" he’d asked her. She normally would have snapped at him, or anyone, that teased her about such a thing. However, Silas didn’t sound so much like he was teasing-- though he was-- as much as he sounded amused or entertained by the thought. Was he enjoying this? She nervously rubbed her arm with her hand, hugging herself close as if it would somehow comfort her in this time of vulnerability. Hadn’t he said he’d never slept beside a person before? Was he lying then, or was it that he never stayed with someone he was intimate with? Lilith found both of those questions to have unpleasant emotions tied to them and she decided maybe it was best to use more caution around him.

"I don't think it's dumb, for us to be close..." he said. His words rolled off of his tongue. Lilith’s body tensed and shifted as his tone grew more sensual in nature. She found herself wanting to give into his desires. Why was he becoming so difficult for her to resist? Maybe he was just good with words. She began to imagine Silas using such lines on other girls, and that was distraction enough to snap her out of whatever infatuation was forming in her mind.

As he played back with her in the Goblin tongue, she giggled, unable to resist laughing at his humor. At least he was enjoyable to be around, even if she had painted him as a fluffy-haired playboy. Such thoughts were what she needed to keep sane, though. Her people frowned upon relationships outside of their own realm and people. Some pairing had even ended in banishment and Lilith still had a mission to do. She glanced down at her necklace. It was still a bright red. Even with the souls she’d gathered from those elves, it wasn’t enough to turn the orb yellow, indicating that it was full.

After the water had burned her hand, Silas rushed over, leaning over her body in all of his height, adjusting the water. She felt his warm body against hers as he moved and the tension that had accumulated in her shoulders relaxed almost instantly.

‘Playboy, playboy, playboy.’ she tried to remind herself.

Hesitantly, she reached her hand back to the water, hoping her trust in him hadn’t been misplaced, and found he’d chosen a comfortable temperature. She nodded and smiled without realizing it. “That’s much better. Thank you. But my hands still might make the temperature drop some, so tell me if you need me to stop helping.” she warned him. She suspected, however, that it wouldn’t be the case. Not once had he complained of being cold, not even when she’d used so much of her powers in the other realm.

They stopped up the water letting the bath fill, and Lilith offered a firm hand to the inventor. “Here,” she said, taking his hand and helping him get safely inside without slipping. She could see how his legs trembled and she felt the heaviness of worry fill her gut. She frowned for a moment, though corrected her expression once he looked her way. She suspected he still saw her, but she wouldn't explain herself.

Lilith walked over to the rack dressed with towels and cloths, grabbing a small handful of hand towels to bring back to the tub. Upon instruction, she grabbed anything more Silas desired from the room, then came back to his side. The water was nearly high enough now, and as she waited to turn off the water, she ran a hand with a cloth into the stream, dampening the rag and blotting it against his face, under his nose with a gentle and precise hand.
 
Silas watched as she tested the water and smiled a bit as she did so, his own face lighting up a bit as he had suspected the slightly above warm temperature would be suitable for her. "Alright, great! You're very welcome!" he said in Celestial, the happiness he felt at it breaking through in his tone and then he considered what she'd said after, about the temperature. "I don't think that'll be a problem," he said softly to her with a feeling of nostalgia in his voice, the whole exchange continuing in her native tongue. He thought of how he'd enjoyed her presence in the bed, that subtle coolness which made him feel so comfortable.

As the bath began filling, his eyes looked at her hand as she offered it and he gave a soft nod before starting to carefully climb into the bath, using his other hand to brace himself on the rim on the other side as he lowered himself down with quaking trembles running through his body. As the bath began to fill around him, he noticed her frowning at his condition and he gave her a reassuring smile and shook his head. "Don't worry...I'll be right as rain in no time at all!" he said cheerfully, his positive spirit breaking through even when he was at his most vulnerable.

As she began to get the towels and washcloths, Silas called to her, "In the cabinet there, there should be some bottles...Grab the blue glass, the green glass, and the lavender glass," he instructed her with an encouraging, helpful tone as his green eyes followed her around, deep gratitude for her aid emanating from the very depths of him. As she came back towards the bath, linens and soaps in her arms, the reality of the situation began to set in and Silas began to get a little nervous again.

"I...I've not been bathed by someone since my mother bathed me as a child," he admitted with a soft chuckle, rubbing the back of his head a little bit and he tilted his head up at her and she could see the slight embarrassment he felt behind the far greater feeling of thankfulness and affection towards her. He leaned up and began to turn the water off as it reached a height of about his mid-chest as the bath was quite tall and long. "It's probably been about as long since someone's seen me this naked up close..." he began before adding on, "...Except maybe a few people that night I accidentally made my clothes disappear." He'd laugh heartily at the memory, she seeing nostalgia returning to his face as he thought of his younger days, when he invented much more frequently and less cautiously. It seemed to help him calm back down as she started to blot at his face with the rag, clearing off any dried on blood and getting some of the unnoticeable dirt which had accumulated on his face off.

"So, the blue bottle should be a soap which you can use on my body and face...The green is a shampoo for the hair...And the purple one we'll just ignore for now," he explained to her as he looked up at her wistfully, biting the corner of his lip gently before releasing it. He began to think about how she'd said he'd owed her a story and he figured it was about time for him to tell her about it since they had a bit of time.

"So...This story has been passed down through my family for generations...It's even cataloged in our family tree...But, far, far back, my female ancestor had begun this relationship with a man who she claimed came from the stars...Everyone seemed to think so as well because he was incredibly tall and handsome and he was said to have an accent which was unlike any of the lands anyone had ever been to. He was also said to have strange powers, though my ancestor said that his powers were much greater before he'd gotten her pregnant. She said that he told her that by giving of himself to her, he was diminished in some way. She didn't have any idea what he meant by that, but he seemed much happier than before she'd gotten together with him, so she didn't mind...They lived together for the rest of her life and she kept a journal which talked about how it seemed he was just as lovely as the day she met him...As though he'd not changed at all...After she passed on and his children and grandchildren began to spread out over the lands, he just vanished. No one ever found his body..." he told her all he knew from his family tree books plus research he did on his own as well. She could hear the truthfulness and sincerity in him, this being the truth that he knew and nothing more. He hadn't known what to think of this tale, though now that he was made aware that there were other realms where creatures could travel from, he began to put a little more faith into it being true.
 
More confusion filled her mind as Silas explained his nervousness about being bathed, and how the last time would have been as a child with his mother tending to him. Why, then, had he cracked a joke about her seeing him naked? Hadn’t he seen a fair share of the nude, female figure? She was sure that’s what he was insinuating when he teased her. Or was it that he thought she was a floozy? Her brow furrowed as she tried to wrap her head around what was said, but was soon distracted by his brief anecdote about causing his clothing to disappear. Her laughter flowed out of her at the very idea of him and his idiotic inventing. It only made her want to poke fun at him more, though she resisted calling him a name.

As she cleaned his face, Lilith stared at Silas with a curious expression, with an eyebrow lifted, as he told her to ignore the purple bottle for the time being. “If you say so,” she said hesitantly.

With a motion of her hand, the water in the tub raised up and she guided it through the air, letting it fall down into his hair, rolling slowly down his back and away from his eyes. She glanced at him with a smirk, then filled her palms with the shampoo from the green bottle, before kneading her hands into his hair. He began to tell her the story he owed her, and she sighed happily to herself, glad that she didn’t need to remind him about it. At least he seemed to pay attention to her. She remembered back to him carrying her around in his arms, and how deceivingly weak he first appeared to her. It was difficult to even view him as that same person now. He had become so much more in such a small amount of time.

With fingers scratching delightfully at his scalp, the soap suds gathered into quite a collection of bubbles on top of his head. She listened to his story, again guiding the water with her hands. This trick wasn’t the easiest for her. Water wasn’t as natural for her to move as ice was, and when she did this, the water did cool from her power, but Silas never complained.

She had moved onto the blue bottle. She peered down at the water, stray suds now floating on the surface. Lilith had to stand to properly reach Silas with the tub being so tall, and even then, to get to a lot of his body, she gathered she’d become rather soaked. Even so, Lilith began to wash Silas’ face again, carefully avoiding his eyes as she did.

“A man… from the stars,” she repeated, as if she was confirming her own belief that he had some Celestial origins. As his story continued, her hands had traveled further down his body, reaching his torso in slick motions from the soap. Her sleeves were completely soaked from the tub, wet and dripping as she lifted her arm back out. She should have removed the rest of her formal wear, but she hadn’t even thought about it, and even then, it still wasn’t on her mind. She was so taken by his tale that Lilith hadn’t even noticed.
 
As Lilith tended to his hair, Silas' tone took a more pleasing sound as though he were thoroughly enjoying the feeling of his scalp being washed. He was, to be sure, and his eyes began to flicker shut as he felt the tender ministrations of Lilith's fingers as she washed. She then began to scratch at his scalp and she'd feel a shiver roll through him, a signal of his delight in the washing as he continued with his story. He began to think of how cold and indifferent Lilith seemed to have been at first and then to now, her personality warming and she actually tending to him with the same compassion as one would show a lover. His ears turned a little red at that thought and he began to consider whether or not they were true lovers. The shampoo she was using on his hair had a unique and herbal smell to it, though it didn't seem to have any fragrances other than what was used in order to revitalize the hair.

The soap, on the other hand, had a masculine and alluring aroma, much similar to the one she had smelled on Silas before, it seeming that the inventor had created the liquid himself in order to compliment his own natural aroma. As she began to wash his face, his eyes remained closed and he kept his mouth from opening too far as he spoke and as she rubbed his face, she would feel the muscles trying to pull him into a smile but he fought against it as it would open his mouth too far. Once his face was washed, he splashed some water on to get the soap off so he could open his eyes, looking up to her with his warm, deep green hues. Affection was burning within him for her, radiating through the orbs as he lifted his hands up out of the water, rivulets of water running along with the lean musculature of his long arms. She felt his damp fingers run along each side of her face tenderly before he pushed his fingers up to the headdress she was wearing and lifting it off.

He'd finished telling his story at that point, and he let the headdress fall onto the floor next to the tub and he watched as she was having to stretch her arm down into the water to continue washing him. Her soaking sleeves made him shake his head a little bit, although a playfulness began to overtake him as he saw she wasn't really concerned with being in the wet clothes. As she washed further down his torso and drew her dripping sleeves back up from the water, Silas summoned all the strength he could muster in his weakened state.

She'd feel him grab her by the waist as he turned his torso in the water to face her, his wet hands pushing the fabric of the slip against her before he lifted and pulled her simultaneously. She'd feel a splash as the water rose around her quickly, though she wouldn't hit the bottom of the tub due to how he'd set her down. Rather, she'd be on his legs, almost completely in his lap as he grinned mischievously at her. "I...Uh...I apologize for the joke I made earlier, about me being naked...I've noticed you've been struggling with it since it happened...I was just trying to ease the tension I was feeling with humor...It wasn't mean to be anything to be taken seriously," he explained to her in Celestial, his tone gentle and placating as he looked at her, a sincerity in his eyes that made them fill with depth and warmth.

As she sat in the water with him, he noticed all too readily the way the water was soaking into the white fabric of the slip, making it cling to her flesh and become almost transparent. Gazing at her feminine form, she'd feel his admiration as his eyes slowly drank in the sight of Lilith before him. Rushing with all sorts of emotion, Silas brought his now impassioned gaze back up to meet her eyes, placing his hand under her chin and pulling her forward. "Lilith," he said sweetly in Celestial as he brought her face towards his and firmly kissed her with more conviction this time than the last. It seemed he was growing used to the soft, cool lips of hers on his as his body warmed up to her touch, his lips moving deliberately and with purpose as the firm, soft flesh danced with hers.
 
She had her hands in the water of the tub, washing the shampoo away from her fingers, a swirl of suds rising to the surface, when Silas brushed a hand against the soft skin of her face. Lilith felt the, now cool, droplets of water trail down her cheek as he carefully removed the headdress from her forehead. She considered his intentions with soft eyes. His every move was laced in intimacy and tenderness. Where had this come from, and why was it so hard to fight off her feelings of fondness for him? She followed his hand, watching the decorative headpiece drop onto the floor beside her. Her gaze, normally iced over and piercing with intimidation, now appeared to look like soft and gentle baby blues as she locked eyes with Silas.

She said nothing, simply considering his story, getting lost in Celestial tales she had heard as a child, searching for any connections, when she heard the motion of water swirl around his body as Silas moved in the tub. She stood closer, leaning over to help him get out, assuming that’s what he was after, but instead jumped in a bit of a start as his arm wrapped around her waist. She drew in a sharp breath, feeling a rush of anticipation fill her core as she wondered if he wished to kiss her again. When she was honest with herself, she admittedly enjoyed the intimacy they shared. However, Silas had a much different idea, she realized, as he removed the remainder of her gown off of her, soaking sleeves dropping quickly to the ground in a new heap on the floor. They had made a mess of the washroom.

With a swift, and what felt like, an effortless motion, Silas lifted Lilith over the edge of the tub and pulled her into the water on top of her. Lilith gasped and grabbed onto Silas, shocked by his actions that had no warning. “Wh- What are you doing?” She sounded startled, but perhaps amused as well. The warm water around her was comfortable, but she could tell is was turning a little cooler already. Her body was just naturally cold like that, and she had tried to warn him previously. What was he thinking? “Silas--” she began, sounding worried about his well being.

There was a lot to take in as she sat there. She could feel every bit of the inventor. His soft skin, his strong legs. The muscles in his neck and shoulders as she clung to him still, with fingers gripping him tightly. Her body seemed stiff, as if she was trying to avoid touching his manhood at all cost. That was for lovers, not someone like her. Her heart pounded at her chest with desperation, her body reacting in a way she couldn’t control. She felt warmer than normal, with a tingling sensation stirring in between her legs. He soothed her mind with his words, as if he understood one of the conflicts she was battling in her thoughts without her ever mentioning it. How could he be so inside of her head?

The tension she felt began to dissipate and as it did, Silas reached out underneath her chin, pulling her to him with the sweet sound of her name on his lips. She leaned forward, her body not giving her any other choice, and she lay on him, her chest pressed into his, her legs straddling his in the bath. She kissed him tenderly as his motions became more forceful and direct. She breathed in, a soft moan trailing from her mouth into his. Her eyes closed and she pulled her arms forward, wrapping them firmly around his neck. The soap on his chest pressed into her, leaving his scent covering her front. As the kiss broke into smaller pecks, Lilith spoke in between them.

“Silas,”
“You,”
“Still,”
“Need,”

She struggled to finish her sentence.
 
Silas felt his desire growing for her as he felt the presence of her body pressing against his in such an intimate way, his smoldering eyes closing as he continued to split his kisses as she began to speak. Her sentence hung and Silas put his forehead against hers, opening his intense eyes and there was such a deep and burning need building within him, combined with the affection he felt for her radiating from his sparkling hues. The stars in his eyes seemed to flare with this emotion as he put his arms around the small of her back and drew her closer still, inadvertently pressing her against his rising desire.

"I need you," he replied with passion in his voice, finishing her sentence in a way that he'd never predicted he would, but it just felt proper to him to say it. He wanted to. He needed to. Just putting the feeling into words sending a bit of a shiver through him as he pressed his lips back against hers, more firmly and passionately than before as his fingers began to lightly dig into the muscles of her back, desperately pulling her closer as if such a thing were even possible. Every inch of her was so soft, smooth and cool against him, reminding him of the luxurious feeling of silk but giving him this electric sensation which had never been reproduced.

He enjoyed the way she was clinging to him and feeling her relaxing as he continued onward only stirred his desire up further, the combination of sensations from her body as well as the connection he had to her causing his manhood to fully engorge as it pressed up against her stomach from its growth. Giving subtle little twitches, the flesh there was quite a bit warmer than the rest Silas' skin, and felt a bit warmer than the water had been when the bath was still fresh and untouched by the Celestial's cool grace.

His mind was a flurry of thoughts, simultaneously running through the possibilities of their interaction's progression and disbelieving the bold nature he was exhibiting at this moment. It was so unlike him to be so bold, but with her, it just came as naturally to him as inventing. Something about her wanted him to be stronger and more capable and he was striving for that in the only ways he currently could. His heart was thundering in his chest and, as she pressed hers into his, she could feel him taking deep breaths in, holding for a moment and then exhaling. He was taking her essence in, savoring the closeness between the two of them as the kiss intensified, one of his hands drawing up her spine from her back, his fingers splaying out as he reached her neck, tracing four different paths up into her hair before tangling within it.

His tongue began to slide from his mouth with a purpose as he sighed softly against her lips and a warm, moist softness began to trace along the edges of her lips, as if asking for access to her mouth. When he felt no resistance on her behalf, he pressed his tongue into her mouth slowly, gliding past her teeth and the tip of his caressed along the center of her tongue before beginning to intertwine with it, a soft moan vibrating her mouth as the inventor pressed more intimately against her, small bumps forming on his skin from the excitement that coursed through him like fire.
 
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