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Hilda Valentine Goneril ([personal profile] theidlemaiden) wrote2022-11-26 05:11 pm
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[personal profile] godshattering 2024-06-24 01:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ For all the anxiety he'd kept to himself over what this moment might look like, how it might feel to outright say what he's hidden in actions as a whisper of three important words, it all disappears now. What's left is peace even as Hilda looks at him with something in her face he can't quite interpret. There's the feeling that he should know given he's learned so many of her expressions by now, but - what it is eludes him until suddenly a pillow meets his face.

At that he has to laugh even if it's muffled to let her protest ring out loud and clear, but it doesn't dissuade him as much as she might've hoped it would. ]


Are you saying I shouldn't look at you while saying them?

[ That makeshift barrier's swatted away playfully to let the words not get lost while it's pushed up somewhere over their heads against the headboard as Claude links his fingers through hers after. A familiar grasp for more than just here, though it's certainly very familiar to now when he uses their hands to very loosely pin hers back against the pillow beneath her head. All the better to swing a leg over her hips to hover above her with an entirely shameless grin. Shameless especially since they both know she could move him aside with one hand quicker than he can blink, but useful until that happens. ]

That's fair enough. I can think up plenty of other ways to get my point across.

[ Like first by leaning down to kiss her cheek made all the warmer by the flush bright enough to be seen even in the dimly lit room, for a start. More follow from there in an unplanned constellation across her face. Next is down her neck to complete the path he'd began along one shoulder earlier but now on the opposite one while he continues on with words between each bit of affection imprinted along her collarbone and lower where he'll continue on his meandering path until interrupted. ]

The same ways from before still meaning all the same things. Even if I'm not looking at you, I still love you.
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[personal profile] godshattering 2024-06-30 03:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Hilda's protest or start of one is ignored as he continues on but not without lightly squeezing her fingers in his first. A closeness he still marvels at after all this time, and the same for touch and that she's here. The skin he moves across with each spot chosen deliberately for each kiss left behind is all that he'd mapped on nights light this long ago and revisited and relearned every night since.

Each would have once served to substitute for those all important words as if they could ever be a proper stand in though he'd convinced himself it could be the same. That every bit of affection could replace the deeper meaning behind it all or that it'd somehow translate into something she would know without it needing to be voiced. A silly hope for which he can't entirely blame his past self but something to which Claude knows he won't return to again - though the words have been said, there's far too much else to add. To pretend it all away would be a task even he wouldn't set himself to.

Absorbed in his task of quiet adoration as he is, her visual embarrassment is mostly lost on him despite that flash of it after he'd demolished the great pillow divide. But - her continued insistence there should've been some sort of warning gets laughter pressed into and against her skin when it finally breaks his concentration enough to not continue on. ]


Uh huh. [ One last kiss to the top of her chest before he's sitting up again, albeit a little reluctantly for having not continued his advance any lower in the name of taking his time, and enough to look down at her with a smile and no shortage of amusement. ] And tell me, how exactly does one warn for that sort of thing?

[ Claude releases her hands, shifting to lean his weight on his elbows then arches an eyebrow as though he's actually waiting for an answer as he runs his fingers through some of her hair scattered across the pillow. ]
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[personal profile] godshattering 2024-07-07 07:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[ When Hilda's hands go to her face after the sputtered start of one sentence and then another, Claude reaches for them to pull them away after giving her a few seconds of composure. But nothing else from him follows since it feels important to wait for what she'll say without influencing it one way or another; it's not difficult to tell she's wavering between different thoughts as he traces his thumbs across the back of her hands and watches her expression.

What she admits in that soft voice hurts at first in an instinctive reaction and one Claude knows isn't rational. It's the same fear, in some ways, which kept him holding onto this and keeping it to himself. His expression softens as he looks at her. Though he doesn't respond right away, Claude doesn't have to question what to say. ]


How could I ever stop?

[ Rhetorical. It's a question to which Claude believes there's no answer when there is no question behind it; rather, it's an immutable statement. It's true that last year he had spent some time trying to bury it and force himself to forget, but all that had done was make the roots of it that'd formed years ago take hold that much more. There is no future in which he can imagine it not being there, not even in the years in which he'd become what he wants to believe was someone else entirely. Even then, that love never once wavered.

It's what Hilda deserves to hear. What's already been said was to open the door to it, and what waits is nothing but more honesty she should have heard long ago. ]


Fear made me selfish and kept me from telling you what I should have far too long before now, but I won't let that be the case any longer. When I was a kid, I used to spend a lot of time looking up at the stars every night. I felt less alone then, and everything that felt so big and insurmountable no longer felt impossible when they were there. The stars made it feel like everything was in reach if I only waited for them to appear.

You're the stars of my life, Hilda. Maybe that was just a silly nickname once upon a time when we were younger, but it became more than to me. It's still more than that to me now. It's a truth for how much you mean to me and for how much that'll never change. Not now, not ever, no matter what. You'll always be the stars to me.
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[personal profile] godshattering 2024-07-20 05:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The look on her face reminds him of a kaleidoscope in how it changes each time he looks at it, never quite the same in the emotions shifting through it but each feeling identifiable as they move through her expression. Glimpses of emotions he's seen before, ones he'd pinned hopes upon for what they could mean, and now they fall into place to form that ever changing picture. But the constant is there - the core of it all no longer a hope he'd quietly kindled on his own that's grown into a confirmation of feelings shared.

There is, of course, the ever present desire to banter back about the idea of being deserving and how Hilda is applying it to herself. Claude lets it go. Decides for now it doesn't matter when there's the same words back for each of them to hold onto that makes the long road to get here and all it's taken for both of them to know the other means it as each of those kisses are returned if he doesn't beat her to another one first when happiness is far more distracting.

It takes him a moment to place what she's saying next, if only because it's been so long since he's heard Almyran spoken by anyone other than himself. To hear Hilda speak it now - the words filter through his surprise before they fully register. Surprise which is plain on his face momentarily though once the language he knows so well clicks as does the recognition Hilda's taken the time to learn it to tell him this, it quickly softens. Whatever was there before melts into an expression full of affection and love, unguarded in its entirety as Claude has to take a moment to swallow back the tightness that's formed in the back of his throat. ]


My love, you are already everything I ever wanted.

[ The words are carefully chosen and spoken to make sure they're enunciated and not lost in hoarseness from sentiment he's not entirely successful from keeping out as it slips in anyway. The same for not getting misplaced in between their lips, not until he leans down for another slow kiss with no less intensity behind it as though it'll transfer those words if they weren't understood. To pass on all the rest waiting to be said for the time they still have, to seal them with another promise. Now that they've been said, it feels all the sillier to him that he'd waited years upon years to voice them beyond hiding them in touches, looks, and any number of smaller things he knew she'd love like they could ever be a proper substitute when they should have been a supplement all along.

It's a lot to put into a kiss, but he means to. Until Claude interrupts it to pull back just enough so Hilda can see the amused look on his face. ]


And how long, exactly, have you been planning to drop learning Almyran on me out of nowhere?
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[personal profile] godshattering 2024-07-31 07:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Maybe.

[ No hesitation before that answer as if he's really weighing up some sort of supposed consequence here in the wake of knowing not even he'd managed to hide what this had meant to him. A final tearing down of whatever guards he'd had remaining, and ones he's not sorry to see go nor is the desire to put them back into place anywhere near being on his mind. There's nothing about that he wants to criticize even playfully when the meaningfulness behind the gesture could never be forgotten.

It's tempting to continue to stay right here and continue basking in the glow of her smile as warm as any sunlight, but Claude lets a thoughtful expression cross his face like something's just occurred to him. Like it's not going to be recognizable to her as yet another one of his usual ploys from being used so many times before, but he doesn't linger where he is. He'd been interrupted in what he was doing before, after all.

So it's easy, then, to bend again to drag his lips along her jaw as if picking just where to stop before skimming teeth just as lightly along the curve of her throat down to her collarbone as if still deciding. At the same time he shifts the hand on her back down along it, another deliberate trail moving even slower southward to catch the hem of what she's wearing to run it between his fingertips with no particular rush in any of his movements with the words pressed into her skin in between leisurely kisses left behind. ]


Or maybe later. I can think of other things I'd rather do first.
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[personal profile] godshattering 2024-08-03 08:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[ A laugh gets pressed into her shoulder at what he recognizes could be the start of a whine as a preface to more. It might've been, if not for that inhale betraying her and it's with a smile his lips meet her skin next. Another time he would've given into it and gladly so to start their round of supposed squabbling back and forth when the fondness of falling into old and beloved routines.

Like this one, also, as Claude nudges the strap of her slip off her shoulder until it falls slack to the side and out of his way. Better for leaving more kisses behind as if he's decided to cover everywhere he can with a kiss as a small shiver of pleased delight runs its way down his spine as her hands move across him with the light scratch of fingernails in turn. All the more reason to switch to open mouth kisses as he shifts down to reach the curve of her breasts without moving her nightgown away.

Claude distracts himself when he lets her hem fall from his fingers to instead run those fingertips along her skin beneath in a lazy pattern winding to nowhere in particular. No rush in taking time to map out what he knows from touch alone or to trade it for sight (yet) all over again with touch varying to featherlight as he moves over her hip. ]


I suppose that depends on whether I should tell you or show you.
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[personal profile] godshattering 2024-08-15 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
[ This time rather than simply let laughter work its way into her skin or the fabric of her slip, Claude leaves one more kiss behind before tilting his head up just enough so Hilda can see the widely present smirk as he shifts to move down the length of her body slowly and with ease. There are some things too permanently etched in his memory to ever forget, there as permanently as ever as they were when they'd spent many a night learning each other.

It's with that in mind that he's content to take his time. Another part of the game they're playing and one he can play his part in. ]


And what is it you'll be learning tonight?

[ Innocence matched for innocence even as he settles himself between her legs and lets both hands slide down her sides with one at one hip and the other paused at the back of her thigh. At her hip where those hands beneath the fabric have worked it up enough to ride up to expose more skin, he leaves behind another kiss with a bit of teeth before sitting up just enough to look at her with eyes half lidded in contemplation. Only partly feigned this time, since Hilda before him is a sight distracting all in itself. ]

I seem to remember you having a few ideas we never got to.

[ That hand beneath her thigh lifts it to prop her leg against his shoulder, and as he speaks he moves the hand still beneath her slip with fingernails this time dragging against the skin beneath. This time his destination isn't so meandering as he cups her breast. With the pad of his thumb he draws unhurried circles around her nipple in touches deliberately not enough even if she moves into them as he turns his head without breaking their gaze to kiss the inside of her thigh by her knee in another intentional tease. ]
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[personal profile] godshattering 2024-08-25 12:29 am (UTC)(link)
[ Hilda's movement gets him to pause with lips still pressed to her skin as she protests having no ideas and them proceeds to demonstrate one. The reveal of skin he'd left untouched as of yet for tonight is effective.

So is the trace of her hand in a suggestion even as she'd moved into the touch he was intentionally keeping light in what certainly isn't enough for either one of them. But his deliberate semi-stalling continues as he moves his gaze back to hers while simultaneously moving his fingers again, first to cup her breast more before no longer teasing alone but teasing her nipple with proper touch in search of more of those sounds. ]


Hmm, I think that's not clear enough. I bet you can be more specific.

[ Like wherever her hand might go next while he plays at patience with her thighs parted around him and the smallest bit of fabric left to be moved. He can wait when it will be well worth whatever her next move is, Claude decides as he moves further up her inner thigh before stopping short of the destination they both know he intends to reach. This time when he pauses again it's to slowly worry a light mark into sensitive skin, something to last until the morning and proof of a smoldering desire.
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[personal profile] godshattering 2024-08-26 09:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Not even Claude with his control over showing or feeling something can pretend like those noises and that needy lift of her hips doesn't affect him, half hard as he is already inside his sleep shorts. And Hilda's challenge? It's a successful one: Claude withdraws his hand again, this time to slide it beneath her underwear as well. His hand comes to rest over hers with her free fingers curled into his palm as his other ones join hers around her clit. Much as he's enjoying her legs over his shoulders he leaves them around his waist now as he moves back up the bed to lean over her. ]

Like this end of the bed instead of where I was?

[ Asked with a heavy dose of faux innocence - of which they both know well he has none and this isn't what she meant by sitting back to watch. But Claude's choosing to find his own inspiration as he moves their fingers at pace which gets incrementally quicker every few seconds while watching her reaction considering he knows it's still not quite enough.

Which is why with a slight smirk he bends his head down, this time foregoing teasing her with his (other) hand to run his tongue over that bud of her nipple a few times in time with the strokes of her clit before pausing as he keeps their hands moving together while trailing his other fingers along her heat in more teasing than intent without further permission first. ]


Seems to be working out okay right here, unless there's something else you want.
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[personal profile] godshattering 2024-08-27 10:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Her legs tightening around him as a different kind of betrayal to the need, the desire, the want already being telegraphed in all those noises and all those motions is enough to bring a smirk to Claude's face. One which is short lived when her fingers in his hair in a grasp he knows she knows he likes get his lips to part on an exhale. It's not until she pulls him down for a kiss that a noise slips out and gets lost between their mouths as he meets her just as insistently.

For that Hilda earns another sweep of his fingers and he's rewarded with her falling back against the pillow with a look on her face he never gets tired of memorizing. Her petulance never fails to be something he finds endearing even as he risks a breathy laugh. ]


Not doing a good enough job showing you, am I?

[ A question he's not looking for an answer to as he's admiring that flush where it stands out even in the room's dim light. Where it'd been teasing before, now his touch quickens to take over for her fingers that've lost focus. That suits him just fine as he keeps his focus on her clit to keep those smaller waves of pleasure that could be bigger still as he leans down again, but this time to murmur into her ear in a low voice. ]

Should I make it up to you by making you come now or later?
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[personal profile] godshattering 2024-08-29 11:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[ That noise after his question like the words dragged it out of her ignites the feeling already running through his veins more than when she'd given herself over to his touch alone. Claude has to swallow back his own need when his focus stays on Hilda and altering each movement to tailor it to each reaction. His name on her lips as her hips jerk again as he keeps his fingers moving nearly erases the thoughts from his mind despite his resolve from seconds ago, and same for the sight of her beneath him as he sits up enough to watch her resisting an edge he's working her carefully towards. Ready to bring her over it right then and there, in fact, but then there's another option she's just presented him with. ]

No? Well, if you'd rather wait...

[ Slowing it down for just a very impatient minute is valid, right? A couple more strokes of her clit and then he withdraws his hand from her underwear and with a smirk that says he knows that's exactly what she wasn't asking for. Before she protests - with any luck - he leans down to kiss her deeply before catching her bottom lip between his teeth when he breaks it. Not long enough for his liking, but: the whole point of being difficult was with something else in mind as he reaches for her nightgown with the intent of finally taking it off her. ]

If I have to earn it, then I want back between your thighs. I'm sure I can think of something that'll count as later instead of now.
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[personal profile] godshattering 2024-09-03 11:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The nightgown gets bunched up in his hands to toss aside with all intentions of it being forgotten until later - much later if he had any say in it - and Claude tosses it aside unceremoniously. Maybe he would've put a little more flair into it simply because he can, but for now his attention stays riveted on Hilda.

At first when she moves he almost thinks, what with his own mind beginning to whirl even without being the one on the other end of the teasing what with orchestrating it, she's sitting up for another kiss. Something he leans forward for in a near surrender to keeping her beneath him like this, but then she takes his hand. If Claude thought he'd been engrossed before, the rest of the room fades away now to nothing but her gaze pinned on his as she works over his fingers in a way which makes him ache.

Fitting considering he'd just done the same to her and by the time she releases his hand there's something between a strangled laugh, a breathless curse, and a groan which rumbles its way out of the back of his throat. ]


Has anyone ever told you you're very convincing?

[ He might have before. There's no pretending it's not with a swiftness he lowers himself to her hips after unwinding her legs from around him. With a practiced move Claude skims both hands down her lower back to her ass for a gratuitous squeeze before hooking his fingers into her underwear to tug them down. Even moving with quickness won't stop him from skimming his mouth along her thigh he hadn't teased before along the way, just to make sure he earns it. ]

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