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At Cayd's humorous comment that alluded to her 'talent' of burning the table they were currently rutting against, she tried to lift a hand to swat against his chest as playfully as she normally would, but it was clear she wasn't the only one feeling the pleasurable effects of their love-making. What little force she had put behind her hand to hit him faded away as a coil of desire seemed to burst through every nerve ending in her lithe, trembling body, and the hand instead, rather weakly, tapped against his chest and just rested their, where her fingers curled against the rough, brown fabric of his undershirt. She had been on the verge of some kind of exasperated reproof - possibly another "menace", but his lips closed over hers before she could form the word. Not that she would complain, of course, and Ari eagerly returned the kiss, the passion and need that was always between them rising and rising - if the way Cayd's tongue sought her own out, and the way he grasped her thighs, which were covered in a sheen of sweat.
The kiss was over soon, too soon for Ari's liking, though she also relished those moments when their faces weren't as close together, so that she could see his expression change, eyes become lidded, cheeks reddening with his exertion. Cayden was more expressive with her than he was with anyone else; spending most of his life as a faceless, emotionless soldier, stoic and silent... there were times, very rarely, where she wondered what he would have been like had he not been given away as a mere baby, if he would have been a proper lordling. Her own life, of course, wouldn't have changed much, if at all. From the moment of her conception she was meant to enter this world as an elven mage - some of the unluckiest odds in Fereldan, and mage children didn't have a chance at hiding and controlling their magic. She would have been found out eventually. But she couldn't imagine having to contain her emotions so strongly - it didn't happen often, thank the Maker, but there had been times where a 'brother' of his thought her ass was his to touch and had grasped it firmly in his clammy hands. At least she had been able to react outwardly, but when she had looked up she saw that Cayd had seen the whole thing; their eyes met and she could see his jaw was set a little more stiff than usual, but little else. Later, when they had been able to catch up, anyone would have thought that Cayd had been to blame entirely for the whole thing, by the way he practically grovelled at her. Ari understood perfectly, however, and had never held Cayden in contempt for his actions or lack thereof, when surrounded by other Templars. She supposed it was a little self-serving of the two of them, in not bringing undue attention to them, to not have anyone suspect they had anything going on other than a passing familiarity. But Aria was more than willing to be selfish if it came to Cayden, in almost every respect.
Except their love-making, however. Occasionally, she would tease him and prolong his pleasure for a short while, though without any malice - and she'd found out that Cayd, too, could give as good as he got. But as Cayd's nose bumped against hers, she could tell his body was reaching that point where it just began to take over, its owner almost entirely lost in desire, and in this moment Aria wasn't inclined to hold out on him, not in the least because she wanted to erase any lingering melancholy from their attempts at humour just now. Ari's own body, erupting in a heat that she could feel emanating from her lover's body also, felt soft and shaky, her lower abdomen feeling pleasurably on fire. Both of her hands dropped, fingers laced together and pressing against her chest as a soft mewling sound started in the base of her throat - over the years, the lovers had quickly learned they usually had to dampen their sounds, especially in moments of release, but for Aria it could sometimes be a hit and a miss. Toes curling, her grey eyes squeezed shut as harshly panted words slipped from her pink lips into the infinitesimal space between their faces; at first she could only manage to say his name several times: "Cayd-... Cayden. Cayd-" The last utterance of his name shut off quickly as it threatened to fill the room around them, her hands immediately pressing against her mouth as the sound, that could only be described as a muffle scream, was now dampened considerably. Cayd would, at this point, be well versed with the rapid arrival of her own orgasm, confirmed by the way her back arched from the table. Even though she knew she wouldn't be able to say his name again without screaming it for anyone who might happen to still be awake and in this part of the Tower to hear, her brain kept repeating it, over and over, heart almost bursting in her chest as a tear escaped from the closed corner of each eye.
The kiss was over soon, too soon for Ari's liking, though she also relished those moments when their faces weren't as close together, so that she could see his expression change, eyes become lidded, cheeks reddening with his exertion. Cayden was more expressive with her than he was with anyone else; spending most of his life as a faceless, emotionless soldier, stoic and silent... there were times, very rarely, where she wondered what he would have been like had he not been given away as a mere baby, if he would have been a proper lordling. Her own life, of course, wouldn't have changed much, if at all. From the moment of her conception she was meant to enter this world as an elven mage - some of the unluckiest odds in Fereldan, and mage children didn't have a chance at hiding and controlling their magic. She would have been found out eventually. But she couldn't imagine having to contain her emotions so strongly - it didn't happen often, thank the Maker, but there had been times where a 'brother' of his thought her ass was his to touch and had grasped it firmly in his clammy hands. At least she had been able to react outwardly, but when she had looked up she saw that Cayd had seen the whole thing; their eyes met and she could see his jaw was set a little more stiff than usual, but little else. Later, when they had been able to catch up, anyone would have thought that Cayd had been to blame entirely for the whole thing, by the way he practically grovelled at her. Ari understood perfectly, however, and had never held Cayden in contempt for his actions or lack thereof, when surrounded by other Templars. She supposed it was a little self-serving of the two of them, in not bringing undue attention to them, to not have anyone suspect they had anything going on other than a passing familiarity. But Aria was more than willing to be selfish if it came to Cayden, in almost every respect.
Except their love-making, however. Occasionally, she would tease him and prolong his pleasure for a short while, though without any malice - and she'd found out that Cayd, too, could give as good as he got. But as Cayd's nose bumped against hers, she could tell his body was reaching that point where it just began to take over, its owner almost entirely lost in desire, and in this moment Aria wasn't inclined to hold out on him, not in the least because she wanted to erase any lingering melancholy from their attempts at humour just now. Ari's own body, erupting in a heat that she could feel emanating from her lover's body also, felt soft and shaky, her lower abdomen feeling pleasurably on fire. Both of her hands dropped, fingers laced together and pressing against her chest as a soft mewling sound started in the base of her throat - over the years, the lovers had quickly learned they usually had to dampen their sounds, especially in moments of release, but for Aria it could sometimes be a hit and a miss. Toes curling, her grey eyes squeezed shut as harshly panted words slipped from her pink lips into the infinitesimal space between their faces; at first she could only manage to say his name several times: "Cayd-... Cayden. Cayd-" The last utterance of his name shut off quickly as it threatened to fill the room around them, her hands immediately pressing against her mouth as the sound, that could only be described as a muffle scream, was now dampened considerably. Cayd would, at this point, be well versed with the rapid arrival of her own orgasm, confirmed by the way her back arched from the table. Even though she knew she wouldn't be able to say his name again without screaming it for anyone who might happen to still be awake and in this part of the Tower to hear, her brain kept repeating it, over and over, heart almost bursting in her chest as a tear escaped from the closed corner of each eye.