[It would be like someone asking him to cease being a knight - it's in his blood, part of who he is, just like adventuring is part of who she is, and he would not try to prise her away from it even if it would make him the happiest person in this world if she would remain at his side.
Perhaps, some day. It could be something to look forward to.
He lowers his head down to kiss her, more full and deliberate than the chaste press of lips that he gave to her earlier. This time he holds her close, wrapping an arm around her back, and he pours how much he missed her into those few moments of contact.]
Make yourself comfortable. I'm sure we should have a fine meal to enjoy within the hour.
[ Y'tajha sighs her content into his kiss, and her arms tighten around him as she returns it, the fingers of one hand stroking up and into his hair to tease across his scalp. While she cannot give up her destiny or her dream for him, what she can do is give him the her that's here right now, right now and every other time she visits him until the day the threats are over and she can stay for good.
He murmurs words against her lips, and the miqo'te breaks the kiss just slightly to peer up at him, her mismatched eyes crinkled in tender amusement. ]
Mm, make myself comfortable? But ser, I do believe I am already quite as comfortable as a woman can be. Unless you would prove me wrong?
[ As if to heighten her point, Y'tajha's free hand creeps around Haurchefant's back, dipping to run over his behind as she smiles, an innocent expression on her face completely incongruent with the way she gropes him so openly. ]
[The physical response to her teasing is immediate. The small hairs on the back of his neck prick up and a pleasant little shiver runs down his spine, and the movement of her hand down his back only makes matters worse.]
Would you like to take a seat, or are you more at ease with your hands on my backside?
[He does not object to either and though he fights it for a moment a grin spreads across his face as he looks down at her innocent expression. That isn't fooling him for a second.]
[ Y'tajha chuckles, an open and fond sound pressed into his mouth. While she's not exactly wanting to stop touching him, taking a seat is certainly appealing, and is there not a way she can— kind of— have the best of both worlds? So she unwinds her arms from him and nudges him towards the nearest chair, having him sit before she deposits herself in his lap, a wicked smile curving her lips. ]
Well, I think I may have found the best seat in the house, my lord.
[ Her arms wind again, this time around his broad shoulders, and she leans to press a teasing kiss to the corner of his mouth. ]
[Oh, well how can he say no to that? Haurchefant smiles broadly as she slides into his lap and sets both of his hands against her waist, thumbing against the jut of her hips. Just how did he get so lucky to have this kind of attention?]
I believe that you may have, at that.
[He chases after that kiss when she pulls away, still smiling as he moves one hand to slide it up her back and draw her back in.]
How is it that I never realise how keenly I have missed you until I have you back in my arms again?
[ She knows it to be a rhetorical question, and of course there is something equally sweet she could say it reply, but Y'tajha is nothing if not witty with those whom she loves best (and of everyone, she loves him the best), and so instead her expression turns into something almost offended, mock-exasperation on her features as she raises her brows at him. ]
I'm unsure, ser. How is it that you are not waiting each and every moment for my return in the most poetic of agonies? Am I truly so forgettable that my absence is not noticed until it is over?
[ She raises her eyebrows and waits, face schooled into the perfect image of her most displeased self—
well, near-perfect, because the corners of her lips keep trying to twitch into a smile. ]
I can assure you that your absence is the most exquisite of tortures, my love.
[He knows better than to think she is really angry at the thought that he might not miss her every waking hour. Haurchefant does, of course. There is scarcely a moment that she shifts out of his thoughts. But one simply cannot be in his position and spend all their time lingering on how keenly they miss their beloved.]
If you wish me to prepare a ballad describing it for the next time you visit, then you have but to ask.
[While he isn't that much of a poet, at least as far as writing them goes, he's sure he can come up with something.]
[ There's no way to protect herself against the delighted shudder that courses down her spine in response to his words, a smile quite naturally finding her lips, happy even though she had to earn the words by teasing them out of him.
After all, is there is anyone who understands how little he can afford to spend all his time pining, it is she. If she spent all her waking hours thinking of him... well, she would have lost her life by now after one too many missteps on the field of battle.
But that doesn't mean she's going to deny the chance at a lovelorn ballad, either. She laughs, her forehead tilting against his cheek (even with her seated on his lap, he remains far taller than she is), and the smile on her lips is a contented one. ]
Then consider me asking. I do so enjoy hearing your voice on a normal day. To have a ballad composed would be delightful~
In that case, I shall begin my work on it immediately.
[And no doubt have it finished by the next time they are able to see each other again. It isn't as if he doesn't spend enough time thinking about her to have at least three odes to her beauty and strength half-finished in his mind at any one time as it is. How it is that he became so utterly obsessed with her is sometimes viewed as a mystery to those who do not know him well... but his brothers and father understand well enough just why his sights are so keenly set on this woman.
As if mimicking her previous movements he slides his palms down her back and cups them both against her ass, taking the opportunity to pull her in closer to him as he does so.]
But for the time being... I find myself entirely at your disposal. Mind, soul, and body, any way you may wish to have me.
[Oh, he truly is devoted. It's a wonder he holds himself to stay in Coerthas while she is away.]
[ She chuckles in response to the promise; no doubt he'll keep it too, even though it is one made only in jest. It's not as if she truly needs a ballad composed, but she's also not going to complain about having one written for her, not when it's by him.
But— yes, for the time being, there are other things on which she would prefer to focus. Like the way his hands cup her ass and pull her closer, leaving her to hum lowly against his cheek before she reaches, cupping his face in her hands and tugging it, gentle, until his mouth is level with hers. ]
What if my answer is "all of the above", my lord?
[ Her eyes sparkle with playful adoration. When so much time passes between each of their visits, can anyone really blame her for wanting everything he'll give her and more? ]
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[It would be like someone asking him to cease being a knight - it's in his blood, part of who he is, just like adventuring is part of who she is, and he would not try to prise her away from it even if it would make him the happiest person in this world if she would remain at his side.
Perhaps, some day. It could be something to look forward to.
He lowers his head down to kiss her, more full and deliberate than the chaste press of lips that he gave to her earlier. This time he holds her close, wrapping an arm around her back, and he pours how much he missed her into those few moments of contact.]
Make yourself comfortable. I'm sure we should have a fine meal to enjoy within the hour.
[Until then, though...]
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He murmurs words against her lips, and the miqo'te breaks the kiss just slightly to peer up at him, her mismatched eyes crinkled in tender amusement. ]
Mm, make myself comfortable? But ser, I do believe I am already quite as comfortable as a woman can be. Unless you would prove me wrong?
[ As if to heighten her point, Y'tajha's free hand creeps around Haurchefant's back, dipping to run over his behind as she smiles, an innocent expression on her face completely incongruent with the way she gropes him so openly. ]
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Would you like to take a seat, or are you more at ease with your hands on my backside?
[He does not object to either and though he fights it for a moment a grin spreads across his face as he looks down at her innocent expression. That isn't fooling him for a second.]
I'll leave the choice to you.
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[ Y'tajha chuckles, an open and fond sound pressed into his mouth. While she's not exactly wanting to stop touching him, taking a seat is certainly appealing, and is there not a way she can— kind of— have the best of both worlds? So she unwinds her arms from him and nudges him towards the nearest chair, having him sit before she deposits herself in his lap, a wicked smile curving her lips. ]
Well, I think I may have found the best seat in the house, my lord.
[ Her arms wind again, this time around his broad shoulders, and she leans to press a teasing kiss to the corner of his mouth. ]
What do you say?
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I believe that you may have, at that.
[He chases after that kiss when she pulls away, still smiling as he moves one hand to slide it up her back and draw her back in.]
How is it that I never realise how keenly I have missed you until I have you back in my arms again?
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I'm unsure, ser. How is it that you are not waiting each and every moment for my return in the most poetic of agonies? Am I truly so forgettable that my absence is not noticed until it is over?
[ She raises her eyebrows and waits, face schooled into the perfect image of her most displeased self—
well, near-perfect, because the corners of her lips keep trying to twitch into a smile. ]
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[He knows better than to think she is really angry at the thought that he might not miss her every waking hour. Haurchefant does, of course. There is scarcely a moment that she shifts out of his thoughts. But one simply cannot be in his position and spend all their time lingering on how keenly they miss their beloved.]
If you wish me to prepare a ballad describing it for the next time you visit, then you have but to ask.
[While he isn't that much of a poet, at least as far as writing them goes, he's sure he can come up with something.]
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After all, is there is anyone who understands how little he can afford to spend all his time pining, it is she. If she spent all her waking hours thinking of him... well, she would have lost her life by now after one too many missteps on the field of battle.
But that doesn't mean she's going to deny the chance at a lovelorn ballad, either. She laughs, her forehead tilting against his cheek (even with her seated on his lap, he remains far taller than she is), and the smile on her lips is a contented one. ]
Then consider me asking. I do so enjoy hearing your voice on a normal day. To have a ballad composed would be delightful~
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[And no doubt have it finished by the next time they are able to see each other again. It isn't as if he doesn't spend enough time thinking about her to have at least three odes to her beauty and strength half-finished in his mind at any one time as it is. How it is that he became so utterly obsessed with her is sometimes viewed as a mystery to those who do not know him well... but his brothers and father understand well enough just why his sights are so keenly set on this woman.
As if mimicking her previous movements he slides his palms down her back and cups them both against her ass, taking the opportunity to pull her in closer to him as he does so.]
But for the time being... I find myself entirely at your disposal. Mind, soul, and body, any way you may wish to have me.
[Oh, he truly is devoted. It's a wonder he holds himself to stay in Coerthas while she is away.]
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But— yes, for the time being, there are other things on which she would prefer to focus. Like the way his hands cup her ass and pull her closer, leaving her to hum lowly against his cheek before she reaches, cupping his face in her hands and tugging it, gentle, until his mouth is level with hers. ]
What if my answer is "all of the above", my lord?
[ Her eyes sparkle with playful adoration. When so much time passes between each of their visits, can anyone really blame her for wanting everything he'll give her and more? ]