[ The way he says her name sounds like a prayer. More than anyone who reverently murmurs Sankta Alina to her. There's a special sort of weight and appreciation in Aleksander's voice. It feeds hers and nurtures something powerful deep within. He's so responsive to her too. She likes the way he twitches beneath her touch. She wants to learn all the ways he'll respond to her. Her kefta falls to the floor, leaving her only in her tunic.
She giggles against his throat. She playfully nips at it again. ]
Did you think the library would-- [ The rest of her words are swallowed by his kiss. She parts her lips in happy invitation to taste her. The slide of lips and tongues against one another makes her tremble with need. She's deftly trying to remove his tunic off of him, or at least undo it enough that she can slide more of her hands on bare skin. Her hips rock against his, determined to share the friction for both of them. ]
Frustration emerged in soft little grunts, exhaled into their kisses. Alina lapped at his mouth, willingly submissive and so very eager, and his desire for her flooded his mind until his whole world devolved to just her. Writhing in his lap. Tugging at his clothes. Kissing him dizzily.
But his hands weren't idle, either. They made quick work of her tunic, shredding the laces to part the fine material, revealing, thank the Saints, her beautiful skin. And his fingers wasted no time in devouring it, painting his touch everywhere he could reach.
And to think, he'd genuinely hoped that the library would keep them from doing just this, but the pull between them was just too strong. Too deep. Too hot. Aleksander had half a mind to carry her back to his quarters right now, or, at the very least, spread her out atop his kefta on the damn floor.
Only the burning in his lungs lifted his head, and he gasped a swift breath, exhaling it to say, "...Alina...we...we have to--"
--a door slammed down the corridor. And five heartbeats, the Darkling's quick ears heard the absolute worst sound: that of the library doors slowly creaking open. Then a familiar voice: "...Alina?" Genya. No doubt searching for her lost charge.
His hands on her skin felt divine. She felt as though she was on the precipice of a spiritual experience like this, as blasphemous as it was to think so. Every inch of her skin he touched seemed to warm at his touch. She wanted them to be skin to skin, utterly bare. All these articles of clothing were driving her mad.
She was panting and catching her breath too. That didn't mean she stopped kissing him. She dipped her head and peppered kisses towards his earlobe. Her teeth bit lightly at it as she murmured into his ear. "We have to...?" she teased.
But the sudden sound of Genya's voice was like ice cold water tossed on her. She realized that they were moments away from being caught in such a compromising position. Gasping softly, she quickly scrambled off of him and stood before him instead. Alina's eyes were wide as she snatched her kefta off the floor and shrugged it on. Her back was to the doors while she stood before Aleksander.
Genya was discreet and respectful, but still. This was intimate. This was just for them.
There was no hiding what they were doing though. With her kefta open and tunic wrinkled, she knew she looked every bit thoroughly kissed. The Darkling looked no better seated before her. His neatly styled hair was wild and askew with strands draping across his forehead. She rather liked that look on him.
Genya Safin was hardly naive. Or innocent. She correctly interpreted the breathlessness in the Sun Summoner's voice, and smiled. General Kirigan had also disappeared right after supper, and he hadn't been in his office or private quarters. Neither had Ivan nor Fedyor been standing station in his corridor; the mystery deepened.
So the Tailor simply folded her hands in front of her and waited. And gave a cordial smile when Miss Starkov did finally appear, looking...a little worse for the wear. Her hair was mussed, her tunic untucked, and her kefta actually buttoned haphazardly. Yet Genya said nothing of it; she merely looped her arm through Alina's and began heading back towards the library's entrance.
Though she did pause, glance over her shoulder, and rather cheekily call, "Have a lovely evening, General..!" before ushering her charge out and into the gilded corridor.
Alina hurriedly buttoned her kefta. She wasn't sure how much time she'd bought them, but she knew she couldn't idle long. Her eyes drifted back to the General. Looking at him filled her with such aching yearning. There was nothing more she wanted to do than to crawl back in his lap to resume their activities. Instead, she leaned forward to run her fingers through his hair to smooth it out. His hair was so silky soft. She loved playing with it.
"I will see you tomorrow," she murmured to him with a smile. She kissed him sweetly. Chastely. She didn't trust herself any further than that because she knew she wouldn't be able to stop.
Reluctantly, she pulled away and forced herself towards the library's doors. She smiled at Genya though with a touch of guilt for being caught. She let her friend take her arm to escort her back to her room, but the Tailor couldn't resist getting the last word in.
"Genya!" she hissed, mortified. Her cheeks were as red as the other woman's hair. She tugged her along back towards her quarters. "I can't believe you!"
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Date: 2023-07-05 04:04 pm (UTC)She giggles against his throat. She playfully nips at it again. ]
Did you think the library would-- [ The rest of her words are swallowed by his kiss. She parts her lips in happy invitation to taste her. The slide of lips and tongues against one another makes her tremble with need. She's deftly trying to remove his tunic off of him, or at least undo it enough that she can slide more of her hands on bare skin. Her hips rock against his, determined to share the friction for both of them. ]
Aleksander, please.
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Date: 2023-07-09 02:32 am (UTC)But his hands weren't idle, either. They made quick work of her tunic, shredding the laces to part the fine material, revealing, thank the Saints, her beautiful skin. And his fingers wasted no time in devouring it, painting his touch everywhere he could reach.
And to think, he'd genuinely hoped that the library would keep them from doing just this, but the pull between them was just too strong. Too deep. Too hot. Aleksander had half a mind to carry her back to his quarters right now, or, at the very least, spread her out atop his kefta on the damn floor.
Only the burning in his lungs lifted his head, and he gasped a swift breath, exhaling it to say, "...Alina...we...we have to--"
--a door slammed down the corridor. And five heartbeats, the Darkling's quick ears heard the absolute worst sound: that of the library doors slowly creaking open. Then a familiar voice: "...Alina?" Genya. No doubt searching for her lost charge.
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Date: 2023-07-09 03:03 am (UTC)His hands on her skin felt divine. She felt as though she was on the precipice of a spiritual experience like this, as blasphemous as it was to think so. Every inch of her skin he touched seemed to warm at his touch. She wanted them to be skin to skin, utterly bare. All these articles of clothing were driving her mad.
She was panting and catching her breath too. That didn't mean she stopped kissing him. She dipped her head and peppered kisses towards his earlobe. Her teeth bit lightly at it as she murmured into his ear. "We have to...?" she teased.
But the sudden sound of Genya's voice was like ice cold water tossed on her. She realized that they were moments away from being caught in such a compromising position. Gasping softly, she quickly scrambled off of him and stood before him instead. Alina's eyes were wide as she snatched her kefta off the floor and shrugged it on. Her back was to the doors while she stood before Aleksander.
Genya was discreet and respectful, but still. This was intimate. This was just for them.
There was no hiding what they were doing though. With her kefta open and tunic wrinkled, she knew she looked every bit thoroughly kissed. The Darkling looked no better seated before her. His neatly styled hair was wild and askew with strands draping across his forehead. She rather liked that look on him.
"I'll be right there, Genya!" she called out.
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Date: 2023-07-09 03:22 am (UTC)So the Tailor simply folded her hands in front of her and waited. And gave a cordial smile when Miss Starkov did finally appear, looking...a little worse for the wear. Her hair was mussed, her tunic untucked, and her kefta actually buttoned haphazardly. Yet Genya said nothing of it; she merely looped her arm through Alina's and began heading back towards the library's entrance.
Though she did pause, glance over her shoulder, and rather cheekily call, "Have a lovely evening, General..!" before ushering her charge out and into the gilded corridor.
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Date: 2023-07-09 03:36 am (UTC)"I will see you tomorrow," she murmured to him with a smile. She kissed him sweetly. Chastely. She didn't trust herself any further than that because she knew she wouldn't be able to stop.
Reluctantly, she pulled away and forced herself towards the library's doors. She smiled at Genya though with a touch of guilt for being caught. She let her friend take her arm to escort her back to her room, but the Tailor couldn't resist getting the last word in.
"Genya!" she hissed, mortified. Her cheeks were as red as the other woman's hair. She tugged her along back towards her quarters. "I can't believe you!"