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Yeah?
[ His voice is a low rasp as he watches her, tone turning soft and husky as his lips curve against the brush of his fingers. He doesn’t miss the way she’s avoiding his gaze. Or the way her pulse had jumped in response to his own brush against her lips. ]
And who’s gonna protect you from me?
[ He doesn’t give her a chance to answer that before he’s leaning down and catching her lips with his own in a slow but deep kiss. He shouldn’t be doing this. She was still drunk and he really shouldn’t be taking advantage of her like this.
But Goddess. Her mouth, her body, had been a near constant on his mind since the maze. Since before it, even. And his willpower in resisting temptation had never been very strong. ]
[ His voice is a low rasp as he watches her, tone turning soft and husky as his lips curve against the brush of his fingers. He doesn’t miss the way she’s avoiding his gaze. Or the way her pulse had jumped in response to his own brush against her lips. ]
And who’s gonna protect you from me?
[ He doesn’t give her a chance to answer that before he’s leaning down and catching her lips with his own in a slow but deep kiss. He shouldn’t be doing this. She was still drunk and he really shouldn’t be taking advantage of her like this.
But Goddess. Her mouth, her body, had been a near constant on his mind since the maze. Since before it, even. And his willpower in resisting temptation had never been very strong. ]
[ She shouldn't be doing this.
Hilda knows she tempted fate, or in this case Sylvain, by asking her question, but the words had rushed out without a second thought. At least that's what she tells herself. She's awful, she thinks. Just awful. This is the opposite of stepping aside and quietly letting the two of them explore whatever it is between them.
But the taste of Sylvain's lips on hers soften the edge of those thoughts. They remind her of her admission, that she does want this. That she wants him. She wants all of him even if he can't give that to her. Being content with moments like this shouldn't even be in the realm of possibilities because the care she has for him as rooted so deeply in her heart that it's impossible to untangle.
The sigh she presses against his lips is more longing than sound. Her hand finds the back of his neck, nails lightly scraping against it as she pulls him closer like she's willing this to last. Hilda's tongue gently pries open his lips so she can savour the taste of him, commit more of it to memory. When she finally breaks for air she lets out a brief laugh. ]
I was going to say you, but you'd just let yourself walk right through and let yourself have your way.
Hilda knows she tempted fate, or in this case Sylvain, by asking her question, but the words had rushed out without a second thought. At least that's what she tells herself. She's awful, she thinks. Just awful. This is the opposite of stepping aside and quietly letting the two of them explore whatever it is between them.
But the taste of Sylvain's lips on hers soften the edge of those thoughts. They remind her of her admission, that she does want this. That she wants him. She wants all of him even if he can't give that to her. Being content with moments like this shouldn't even be in the realm of possibilities because the care she has for him as rooted so deeply in her heart that it's impossible to untangle.
The sigh she presses against his lips is more longing than sound. Her hand finds the back of his neck, nails lightly scraping against it as she pulls him closer like she's willing this to last. Hilda's tongue gently pries open his lips so she can savour the taste of him, commit more of it to memory. When she finally breaks for air she lets out a brief laugh. ]
I was going to say you, but you'd just let yourself walk right through and let yourself have your way.
[ You should have looked closer and read the fine print before clicking accept on the terms and conditions, sorry!
Hilda can't help the immediate look of incredulousness on her face at his suggestion. ]
Best of five? Why not best of three or something?
[ Regardless of what they decide to land on, it’s clear by the end that she’s tiring. Months of not properly training and keeping up her stamina with a weapon in her hand shows. Objectively however, it’s clear that her body still remembers what she’s supposed to do and the axe still feels like an unfortunate extension of herself. The last round sees her splayed out on her back staring up at the sky. Her chest heaves and she can feel a bead of sweat begin to form in her hairline and trickle down her forehead.
The feel of it only spurs the whine that wrenches from her lips. ]
I’m exhausted, please tell me it’s dinner time now.
Hilda can't help the immediate look of incredulousness on her face at his suggestion. ]
Best of five? Why not best of three or something?
[ Regardless of what they decide to land on, it’s clear by the end that she’s tiring. Months of not properly training and keeping up her stamina with a weapon in her hand shows. Objectively however, it’s clear that her body still remembers what she’s supposed to do and the axe still feels like an unfortunate extension of herself. The last round sees her splayed out on her back staring up at the sky. Her chest heaves and she can feel a bead of sweat begin to form in her hairline and trickle down her forehead.
The feel of it only spurs the whine that wrenches from her lips. ]
I’m exhausted, please tell me it’s dinner time now.
It's dinner time now.
[It probably isn't a surprise that Alucard looks fairly put together in spite of the length of time they've spent romping about. There's a little sweat that means his shirt clings to his chest, but he's not panting. Not falling over. Nothing seems to remotely bother him, he might as well have gone for a walk in the park.
His sword is sheathed, and Alucard offers Hilda a hand up.]
I'll even carry your axe for you.
[It probably isn't a surprise that Alucard looks fairly put together in spite of the length of time they've spent romping about. There's a little sweat that means his shirt clings to his chest, but he's not panting. Not falling over. Nothing seems to remotely bother him, he might as well have gone for a walk in the park.
His sword is sheathed, and Alucard offers Hilda a hand up.]
I'll even carry your axe for you.
[ At the confirmation she lets out a weary little cheer and a half-hearted fist pump to the sky.
Of course he looks fine. He looks fine in every sense of the word on any given day, even when he looks disheveled in the middle of a desert. She tries not to look too envious when he steps into view, and definitely brushes away the intrusive thought about what it would look like if he were more sweaty.
The offer is tempting. But as she takes his hand she gives him a bat of her eyelashes trying to look as pathetic as possible. ]
How about you just carry me instead as part of my consolation prize for losing so badly? I think my legs are jelly after that last round.
Of course he looks fine. He looks fine in every sense of the word on any given day, even when he looks disheveled in the middle of a desert. She tries not to look too envious when he steps into view, and definitely brushes away the intrusive thought about what it would look like if he were more sweaty.
The offer is tempting. But as she takes his hand she gives him a bat of her eyelashes trying to look as pathetic as possible. ]
How about you just carry me instead as part of my consolation prize for losing so badly? I think my legs are jelly after that last round.
[ Being told that Sam is a friend of Hilda’s doesn’t seem to take the edge off of the wyvern’s general demeanour. In fact, it only seems to prompt him to size him up more. There’s a measured criticalness to his gaze as he regards Sam and the meat.
Hilda doesn’t do much to help or encourage. Instead she stands off to the side in his next, keeping one hand resting gently on Waffle’s forehead just in case. The meeting bit is arguably the most important part of meeting a wyvern for the first time. If you couldn’t gain their trust, riding them would be far more of a challenge, even for the most seasoned of riders.
Then again, they were in the Horizon and they literally her creation. Following that logic, no harm should come to anyone while they’re here apart from maybe some light ego bruising.
Adelheid trills from her stall as if laughing at the young pup’s scrutiny and that seems to prompt Waffle to give Sam’s offering a long, drawn out and very exaggerated sniff. Finally he opens his jaw wide, revealing several rows of shiny, sharp teeth. The action makes Hilda look positively delighted and immediately perks up. ]
Oh, I think he wants you to feed him! Just extend the skewer into his mouth and he’ll do the rest.
Hilda doesn’t do much to help or encourage. Instead she stands off to the side in his next, keeping one hand resting gently on Waffle’s forehead just in case. The meeting bit is arguably the most important part of meeting a wyvern for the first time. If you couldn’t gain their trust, riding them would be far more of a challenge, even for the most seasoned of riders.
Then again, they were in the Horizon and they literally her creation. Following that logic, no harm should come to anyone while they’re here apart from maybe some light ego bruising.
Adelheid trills from her stall as if laughing at the young pup’s scrutiny and that seems to prompt Waffle to give Sam’s offering a long, drawn out and very exaggerated sniff. Finally he opens his jaw wide, revealing several rows of shiny, sharp teeth. The action makes Hilda look positively delighted and immediately perks up. ]
Oh, I think he wants you to feed him! Just extend the skewer into his mouth and he’ll do the rest.
[Bluff calls bluff.
Alucard wordlessly extends both arms and crouches down low.]
Very well. But then you're carrying your axe.
Alucard wordlessly extends both arms and crouches down low.]
Very well. But then you're carrying your axe.
[ He gives a soft groan when her nails rake lightly against his skin, the sensation sending a shiver of delight down his spine. His own conscience is still sending up red flags over all the reasons he should not be doing this right now, but…
He gives her lower lip a playful nip before he kisses her again, deeper this time, tongue delving in to slide against her own, teasing and challenging, daring her for more. ]
I suppose now would be a good time to admit I’m very bad at saying no when its something I really want?
He gives her lower lip a playful nip before he kisses her again, deeper this time, tongue delving in to slide against her own, teasing and challenging, daring her for more. ]
I suppose now would be a good time to admit I’m very bad at saying no when its something I really want?
[ The hunger in his kiss, his mouth all warm and wonderful, works at dislodging the claws of fear that had slowly tried to dig into her.
It brings her back to the night where she had first crawled into his bed, back to a time when the only thing she’d had to contest with was her death. But even that did not detract from the fact that for that moment, the things that had been causing her strife had been made to feel simple and easily conquered. It had been bathed in a soft light that she come to associate with Sylvain.
He made her feel safe. Wanted. A thought surfaces: she wants to make him feel the same way too whether that’s with her or with someone else.
She laughs into his lips, running her fingernails lightly against warm skin noting how he had groaned before. With her forehead pressed to his, it makes a warm, private space just for them. ]
So earlier when you didn’t want to bathe with me — was that a rare show of self-restraint or was that because you didn’t want to?
It brings her back to the night where she had first crawled into his bed, back to a time when the only thing she’d had to contest with was her death. But even that did not detract from the fact that for that moment, the things that had been causing her strife had been made to feel simple and easily conquered. It had been bathed in a soft light that she come to associate with Sylvain.
He made her feel safe. Wanted. A thought surfaces: she wants to make him feel the same way too whether that’s with her or with someone else.
She laughs into his lips, running her fingernails lightly against warm skin noting how he had groaned before. With her forehead pressed to his, it makes a warm, private space just for them. ]
So earlier when you didn’t want to bathe with me — was that a rare show of self-restraint or was that because you didn’t want to?
[ Obviously she had hoped he'd say yes but hoping that is a little different from actually having it happen. She tries not to look too surprised before nodding. Holding her axe is a small sacrifice if it means not having to walk after a training session.
Hilda pulls the axe across her lap, blade pointing away from Alucard before looking towards him expectantly. ]
Ready when you are!
Hilda pulls the axe across her lap, blade pointing away from Alucard before looking towards him expectantly. ]
Ready when you are!
That was because I was trying to be good, because you were very, very drunk and not thinking clearly and if I let myself crawl into that bathtub with a very wet and naked you, we weren’t going to be getting out of there for a long, long time.
[ That sentence ends with his voice dropping an octave into a low, husky growl as he rolls her over onto her back again, pinning her down onto the mattress beneath him as he cages her in. His lips don’t move away from hers, however. In fact, he deepens the kiss now that he has her under him once more. ]
And right now I’m having a very hard time remembering why I was trying to behave myself in the first place.
[ That sentence ends with his voice dropping an octave into a low, husky growl as he rolls her over onto her back again, pinning her down onto the mattress beneath him as he cages her in. His lips don’t move away from hers, however. In fact, he deepens the kiss now that he has her under him once more. ]
And right now I’m having a very hard time remembering why I was trying to behave myself in the first place.
I’m not that drunk.
[ Which is exactly what someone who is drunk would say. Whatever serious conviction she tries to imbue into it is lost in another giggle as she’s rolled onto her back. Her legs hook around his waist as they shift positions, dragging his lower body down on top of hers demandingly. No space was allowed to exist between them while they were in her bed.
The smell of the tavern is long gone thanks to the bath, but her body still feels lit up from the inside out. While some of it is realistically the effects of the alcohol, Sylvain’s attention, his gaze, the low timbre of his voice certainly adds to that. A small moan escapes her this time, muffled by the tangle of tongues and press of his lips before she returns it with equal fervour. ]
I really did want to take care of you - [ She’s insistent in the small break of their kiss. The rest of the sentence is hurried out before she grasps his face with her hands to drag him in again. ] but I’d be lying if I said that I didn’t think about that too.
[ This is a good consolation prize, she thinks. Tangled in the sheets with his weight on top of hers, the smell of him around her. ]
[ Which is exactly what someone who is drunk would say. Whatever serious conviction she tries to imbue into it is lost in another giggle as she’s rolled onto her back. Her legs hook around his waist as they shift positions, dragging his lower body down on top of hers demandingly. No space was allowed to exist between them while they were in her bed.
The smell of the tavern is long gone thanks to the bath, but her body still feels lit up from the inside out. While some of it is realistically the effects of the alcohol, Sylvain’s attention, his gaze, the low timbre of his voice certainly adds to that. A small moan escapes her this time, muffled by the tangle of tongues and press of his lips before she returns it with equal fervour. ]
I really did want to take care of you - [ She’s insistent in the small break of their kiss. The rest of the sentence is hurried out before she grasps his face with her hands to drag him in again. ] but I’d be lying if I said that I didn’t think about that too.
[ This is a good consolation prize, she thinks. Tangled in the sheets with his weight on top of hers, the smell of him around her. ]
I’m going to remind you that you said that in the morning, when you come back to your senses.
[ His lips quirk into a smirk against her own, even as he catches her hands and pins them above her head. If only to keep her from wiggling so much - not that it seems to be very effective as she wraps her legs about his waist and tries to drag him down against the enticing heat of her - very naked - body. There’s no way to hide the way he’s hardened beneath his boxers as he half-collapses atop her, pinning her beneath his weight now. He gives a strained groan against her lips when her squirming only emphasizes that even more. ]
Tell me what you thought about.
[ His lips quirk into a smirk against her own, even as he catches her hands and pins them above her head. If only to keep her from wiggling so much - not that it seems to be very effective as she wraps her legs about his waist and tries to drag him down against the enticing heat of her - very naked - body. There’s no way to hide the way he’s hardened beneath his boxers as he half-collapses atop her, pinning her beneath his weight now. He gives a strained groan against her lips when her squirming only emphasizes that even more. ]
Tell me what you thought about.
[ The motion of pulling her hands by the wrists over her head is met with a delighted gasp. She can feel how hard he is against her and sends a shockwave of warmth to pool in the pit of her belly. She wants to remember this, she thinks, she doesn’t want to forget any of this night. Well, except maybe the puking part but even that seems dim and miles away now.
Breaking away from his kiss is a necessary evil, but only so she can do as she’s asked. WIth his body pressed so close to hers however, she takes the opportunity to pepper whatever she can reach with her lips in kisses — in this case, his collarbone, his shoulder and the gentle curve of his beautiful neck. ]
I thought about washing your hair and running my hands down your neck and chest. [ Small nips and bites are added between her kisses as she fights the temptation to not leave behind marks. ] I thought about reaching down between your legs to take care of you the way you took care of me that night in the maze.
[ As if to emphasize it, there’s a pronounced jut of her pelvis into his hardened cock. ]
You ran away before I could.
Breaking away from his kiss is a necessary evil, but only so she can do as she’s asked. WIth his body pressed so close to hers however, she takes the opportunity to pepper whatever she can reach with her lips in kisses — in this case, his collarbone, his shoulder and the gentle curve of his beautiful neck. ]
I thought about washing your hair and running my hands down your neck and chest. [ Small nips and bites are added between her kisses as she fights the temptation to not leave behind marks. ] I thought about reaching down between your legs to take care of you the way you took care of me that night in the maze.
[ As if to emphasize it, there’s a pronounced jut of her pelvis into his hardened cock. ]
You ran away before I could.
[ He gives a low strained groan, both at the rock of her hips up against his length and the bite of her teeth against his throat - something he doesn’t mind in the least. She can leave as many marks on him as her little heart desires and he wouldn’t utter a single complaint. ]
I wasn’t sure how much longer I could keep my identity a secret. And I didn’t want to upset you if you found out and weren’t happy about it. I didn’t want to ruin your night.
[ She’d seemed happy enough to indulge with a stranger and he’d been afraid to find out if that would have changed, had she known it was him beneath that mask. ]
I wasn’t sure how much longer I could keep my identity a secret. And I didn’t want to upset you if you found out and weren’t happy about it. I didn’t want to ruin your night.
[ She’d seemed happy enough to indulge with a stranger and he’d been afraid to find out if that would have changed, had she known it was him beneath that mask. ]
[ The desire to make good on her thoughts from the bath earlier would be easy to act on were it not for the fact that he has her hands captured and pulled taut above her.
There’s a brief pause in her kisses however when he explains why he had left so abruptly that evening. It has her peering up at him in thought. In hindsight it would be easy for her to say that she wouldn’t have been upset - but even she knows that that isn’t entirely the truth. Her kisses turn from heated to tender, practically apologetic in nature as she traces the shape of his collarbones with her lips. ]
You definitely didn’t ruin my night, Sylvain. [ That she can admit with certainty; and surprisingly, she finds herself admitting something else that brushes up on something that only seems to surface now. ] I think, maybe, I was more upset about you not telling me it was you. [ She buries her face into the hollow of his collarbone. ] I don’t want us not being honest with one another anymore.
There’s a brief pause in her kisses however when he explains why he had left so abruptly that evening. It has her peering up at him in thought. In hindsight it would be easy for her to say that she wouldn’t have been upset - but even she knows that that isn’t entirely the truth. Her kisses turn from heated to tender, practically apologetic in nature as she traces the shape of his collarbones with her lips. ]
You definitely didn’t ruin my night, Sylvain. [ That she can admit with certainty; and surprisingly, she finds herself admitting something else that brushes up on something that only seems to surface now. ] I think, maybe, I was more upset about you not telling me it was you. [ She buries her face into the hollow of his collarbone. ] I don’t want us not being honest with one another anymore.
[.......................oh he didn't think this was going to.
Wait.
He should have absolutely expected it, what is wrong with him.
Picking Hilda up is like carrying a pillow. It is easy to just scoop her up and wait just long enough so she can adjust the axe. Then he starts walking, the intended destination being the office he shares with Jaskier.]
This second part is not going to be a regular occurrence.
Wait.
He should have absolutely expected it, what is wrong with him.
Picking Hilda up is like carrying a pillow. It is easy to just scoop her up and wait just long enough so she can adjust the axe. Then he starts walking, the intended destination being the office he shares with Jaskier.]
This second part is not going to be a regular occurrence.
[ Bluff calls bluff, Alucard. Did you really think that she wouldn’t capitalize on an opportunity to be cradled close to someone’s well defined chest?
The way she settles right in with a not-so-hiddden smile on her face as they walk through the streets of Cadens looks something akin to a smug cat.
The faux-innocence of her voice could either be endearing or nauseating. ]
Are you sure? I think we should add it in as a consolation prize for all future training sessions. We can’t really expect the loser to have to walk all the way home after losing so badly, right?
The way she settles right in with a not-so-hiddden smile on her face as they walk through the streets of Cadens looks something akin to a smug cat.
The faux-innocence of her voice could either be endearing or nauseating. ]
Are you sure? I think we should add it in as a consolation prize for all future training sessions. We can’t really expect the loser to have to walk all the way home after losing so badly, right?
What if I lose on purpose one day and you have to carry me about?
[He asks it with just as smug a tone.]
[He asks it with just as smug a tone.]
[ At that quiet confession, he releases his grip on her wrists in order to slide his hands back down to cup to either side of her face. ]
I should have told you. I’m sorry I kept it a secret. I kept telling myself I didn't know for sure, but… I think that was just an excuse I was telling myself, even when I didn’t fully believe it either.
I should have told you. I’m sorry I kept it a secret. I kept telling myself I didn't know for sure, but… I think that was just an excuse I was telling myself, even when I didn’t fully believe it either.
[ She gasps, looking mildly offended at the suggestion. ]
You'd like that, wouldn't you? But there's no way I could actually beat you in a fight even if you lost on purpose.
[ Also losing on purpose is her thing. He needs to find his own thing. ]
Also, how would I carry you? You're so much taller than me.
[ Said as if she hadn't carried Claude after a particularly long training session or when she had found him snoring and hunched over a table with books surrounding him. It is do-able - but she isn't going to let Alucard know that. ]
You'd like that, wouldn't you? But there's no way I could actually beat you in a fight even if you lost on purpose.
[ Also losing on purpose is her thing. He needs to find his own thing. ]
Also, how would I carry you? You're so much taller than me.
[ Said as if she hadn't carried Claude after a particularly long training session or when she had found him snoring and hunched over a table with books surrounding him. It is do-able - but she isn't going to let Alucard know that. ]
Maybe I would.
[He grins, smug, and keeps moving forward. This really isn't a problem, but it's more fun to tease about failing to account for Alucard throwing a match.]
If you're so worried about carrying me, then don't throw out suggestions someone that aren't equitable to all parties.
[He grins, smug, and keeps moving forward. This really isn't a problem, but it's more fun to tease about failing to account for Alucard throwing a match.]
If you're so worried about carrying me, then don't throw out suggestions someone that aren't equitable to all parties.
[ The trail of his hands leaves a wave of goosebumps in their wake. With her hands free, it provides an opportunity to loop one loosely over his neck while the other is left free to explore the curves and strong lines of his chest. Her back arches ever so slightly to bump their noses up against one another.
Her voice still holds that apologetic quality to it, eyes trained on his. ]
I can't say that I blame you especially after how I reacted at the loft. I would have been hurt too. [ Her eyes suddenly fill with regret. ] I don't think there's anything I can do to ever make it up to you for hurting you like that. But I want to try if you'll let me.
Her voice still holds that apologetic quality to it, eyes trained on his. ]
I can't say that I blame you especially after how I reacted at the loft. I would have been hurt too. [ Her eyes suddenly fill with regret. ] I don't think there's anything I can do to ever make it up to you for hurting you like that. But I want to try if you'll let me.
Alucard, please.
[ To say that she looks completely unimpressed with the thought of something that she can absolutely see him doing is an understatement. ]
That's hardly the gentlemanly thing to do! Even if I could carry you, don't you think that would look silly? You don't want to look silly, do you?
[ She shifts slightly in his hold, mindful of the position of her axe. Her protest draws the looks of several of the locals as they pass by but she pays them little heed. ]
If you think about it that way, I'm really just adding to your mysterious yet dashing vampire image.
[ To say that she looks completely unimpressed with the thought of something that she can absolutely see him doing is an understatement. ]
That's hardly the gentlemanly thing to do! Even if I could carry you, don't you think that would look silly? You don't want to look silly, do you?
[ She shifts slightly in his hold, mindful of the position of her axe. Her protest draws the looks of several of the locals as they pass by but she pays them little heed. ]
If you think about it that way, I'm really just adding to your mysterious yet dashing vampire image.
You're moving the goal posts. This isn't about looking gentlemanly or silly. It is about who wins and loses, and nothing else.
[This is so dumb. And yet he keeps going.]
No. What you're doing is risking me walking into the office only for Jaskier to see this particular arrangement and to give us both hell until the end of our days.
[This is so dumb. And yet he keeps going.]
No. What you're doing is risking me walking into the office only for Jaskier to see this particular arrangement and to give us both hell until the end of our days.
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