"Shall we turn your misery into something else, farmboy?"
While too far up on his chest to get her point across the way she'd prefer, she does slide her tail from his arm down to the crease of his inner thigh. She leaves it there as a pointed invitation.
"I could name a couple of things, but that'd ruin the mood." Ardbert has learned a thing or two about keeping his mouth shut. "But how about we continue in our bedroom?"
"That I can do." Ardbert strokes her back softly for a few moments before rearranging her so that he can get one arm around her back and the other under her knees.
It's a practiced set of motions, often used. He hugs her closer to him, simply enjoying her weight in his arms. Maybe someday these arms will carry a child....
He walks into their bedroom, smiling down at her lovingly. "How about you let me lead tonight?"
It is a comfortable position; familiar. It makes her feel safe and loved, wrapped in his arms and held to his chest. Ardbert loves her. He chose her (even if there wasn't an abundance of options for him to choose from). She exists to him, and he is happier for it.
Era fights back the wetness in her eyes at the thought, rubbing her face against the breadth of his chest and wrapping her tail over his arm.
"...That sounds nice," she agrees, allowing some of her exhaustion to sink into her voice. "Call me by my name? No pet names tonight. Just... my name, please?"
It's comforting to him, too, to hold her in his arms. She trusts him so completely that she can relax in his arms. Her tail around his arm gives him pause from putting her on the bed, wanting to cherish the feeling.
"All right, Era," Ardbert replies with love and affection. "I can do that for you, too. My wondrous Era. I love you."
With her face now burning from more than just unshed tears, Era shifts and begins rubbing her horn against his chest instead. A slow, purposeful, and relaxing movement back and forth, soft vibrations making their way through the appendage to be translated to sound.
The kiss catches her off guard, stealing her breath away in a small gasp. She's had enough practice that it doesn't take long for her to lean into it. Era keeps the kiss chaste, but it is no less meaningful or passionate for it—quite the opposite.
It's caste, for now. Sometimes emotions need be expressed without lust. They love each other.
Eventually, Ardbert breaks it off, smiles to her, and turns around to gently catch the door and shut it with his foot. "Shall I ravish you into ecstasy or shall I make heat slowly rise inside of you?"
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While too far up on his chest to get her point across the way she'd prefer, she does slide her tail from his arm down to the crease of his inner thigh. She leaves it there as a pointed invitation.
"I wouldn't mind a quick session before I sleep."
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Ardbert's hands slide lower down her back, slowly smirking. "I'd be up for plowing your field."
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"...How about you just fuck me instead?"
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It's a practiced set of motions, often used. He hugs her closer to him, simply enjoying her weight in his arms. Maybe someday these arms will carry a child....
He walks into their bedroom, smiling down at her lovingly. "How about you let me lead tonight?"
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Era fights back the wetness in her eyes at the thought, rubbing her face against the breadth of his chest and wrapping her tail over his arm.
"...That sounds nice," she agrees, allowing some of her exhaustion to sink into her voice. "Call me by my name? No pet names tonight. Just... my name, please?"
But they have to be sappy, first!
"All right, Era," Ardbert replies with love and affection. "I can do that for you, too. My wondrous Era. I love you."
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"I love you," she echoes. "Ardbert de Fortemps."
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Eventually, Ardbert breaks it off, smiles to her, and turns around to gently catch the door and shut it with his foot. "Shall I ravish you into ecstasy or shall I make heat slowly rise inside of you?"
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She would rather not fall asleep midway, after all.
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Unless he undresses her and readies her for bed once they've finished...which she has to admit is an appealing thought.
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nsfw achieved
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