I love me some gen threads, especially funny or drama-filled ones, but I am also shamelessly here for shipping AUs. The general Liem-shipping vibe is "I want more than this, but I shouldn't & they can't possibly want me back," so if you're into that, I've got what you need. His default setting is very D&D-like high fantasy, but I'm comfortable playing him in modern fantasy settings as well. Pretty much any prompt can also accommodate Liem being a full vampire instead of a dhampir, if that's your thing.
Prompts for inspiration:
• Arranged Marriage: Liem's shady vampire family has arranged his marriage to you, but he seems a rather reluctant fiance.
• Bodyguard Shipping: It's Liem's duty to keep you safe and out of trouble, possibly despite your best efforts.
• Companion to Royalty: Reclusive vampire king Liem and YOU! Are you a gift from a local power? Sacrifice from the townsfolk? Or did you just stumble up the road to his castle during a storm?
• Enemies to Lovers: Maybe Liem is a foreign agent trying to sabotage your country or organization. Or maybe you're rebelling against the current regime and he's trying to take you in.
• Fake Dating/Fake Married: A relationship is your cover story while you're travelling for some secret reason. Gotta keep up appearances.
• Hunter & Hunted: Are you a hunter trying to track Liem down? Or a snack that proved more than he bargained for?
• Hurt (Comfort Optional): Whether he's hurt, sick, drugged, or just upset, two things remain constant: Liem needs help, and he doesn't want to accept it. But maybe you don't want to fix him anyway; maybe you want to make him worse.
• Living a Lie: Whether you're undercover on a mission, or you lied to cover something up and now you have to commit, you're stuck playing a role until you accomplish some secret objective — or until you can shake off your nosy company.
• Loss of Control: For whatever reason, one of you is struggling not to go berserk — or perhaps has already failed. If it's Liem, can you help him come back to himself, or are you the one pushing him over the edge?
• Out of the Frying Pan: The classic "tried to help someone in trouble, ended up with a new and possibly worse problem" situation. But at least you're in it together!
• Priest/Celibacy: Default here is that Liem is the priest, but it could go the other way. Smutty, or just laden with UST? You decide.
• Texting: Stupid TFLN-style text threads, my beloved...
• Random Scenario: For if none of the above tickle your fancy.
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It would be easier if that were the case… but he's not the most available man around, and certainly not the best suited to give her the pleasure of the relief that she so clearly wants. He's someone who has slept beside her, and travelled with her through towns and through back country, and who has had care of her marriage knife for much of that time. He can understand how she would fall under the impression that he was a good man.
With a pang in his chest, he hopes he never has to disabuse her of that notion. But there is no one around to condemn them for seeking a bit of temporary solace, just now.]
Yes.
[He answers her even though she hasn't said what she wants, even though part of him meant to say "We shouldn't," and "Not as good as you deserve." He tips his face up, brushing his nose along her jaw, as his skin heats beneath her careful touch.]
You can. A little.
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So she's sure. And when he gives her permission even though she realizes she had shyly demurred from spelling out in words just exactly what she wanted... Relief is audible in her next little sound, a tiny whimper as her fingers curl in his shirt above his heart where he'd placed her touch. He'd given his permission anyway.]
Just a little...
[So she repeats it for him in a breathy whisper, like a promise, a reminder out loud for herself... before her other hand leaves his shoulder to trace down his side, seeking out... his belt. Not to undo, but to tangle her fingers in, as if to leash herself. She shouldn't go farther down than that line. She should-
Kiss him, soft and needy and heated, a bit of potential inexperience evident in the way she has to cock her head and find the right angle to bring them together, a little clumsy. Or maybe that's just because she surges forward a half step, her lower breast nudging up against his hips to almost pin him to the wall behind, sharp centaurine canines nicking accidentally into his bottom lip in her eagerness.]
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But on top of those reasons lies the damning fact that Liem is not human, and it becomes increasingly hard to hide that fact the more intimate he is with anyone.
If this was still at the forefront of his mind, Liem would already have made his excuses and slipped away from Konoha's questing fingers. He might even have gone back to the inn by himself, callous though that would have been.
But right now, his mind is filled with her warmth and her scent and the soft, half-apologetic, half-hopeful sound of her voice. It's filled with the way her lower chest presses against his hips, drawing a short, soft sound of want from him even as her teeth nip into his lip. Liem slides his hand up to cup the back of her neck, her skin feverish beneath his palm.
And he kisses her; carefully, with need coiling restlessly in his belly and shivering up his spine. He tries to keep to what he'd said, tries to kiss her only a little—but he can't do anything to stop the swell of arousal just below where he's pinned against the wall.]
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But he smells so good, and back here, so close, he’s almost the only scent that surrounds her. He feels so good, slightly cool somehow against her feverish heat but growing warm himself, his pulse quickening and his hand so soft yet solid where it curls at the back of her neck. He’s so skilled? She thinks, anyway, surely this is what a good kiss feels like… ?]
Liem, you’re such a good kisser…
[She praises him absently between little flutters of inhaled breath before she returns to his lips. It’s almost a question, more “how is a priest such a good kisser?” but honestly she can’t even be curious right now, not when subconsciously she’s grown aware that there’s a more masculine spike in the air, a swell of desire against her skin… and she raised a foreleg to gently (if not a bit awkwardly), slide along his outer thigh, rubbing the strong muscles of her lower chest against him in the process.]
I’m glad you were my first…
[The words just tumble out soft and aching and thoughtless in between another sweet, needy kiss, trying to find some way to press further against him, her fingers tightening at his belt, in his shirt, because she knows that otherwise she might… she might try to do more than a little… (This is still a little, right?)
But before her client-cum-temporary-heat-makeout-partner can begin to worry if he might be involved in something far more maidenly than anticipated-]
Plains centaurs don’t really kiss… It’s sad…
[There’s a hint of a whine in Konoha’s voice, a lamenting of the clash between the more human-like culture she’d been raised in and the partners she’s built and designed to have and want, but it doesn’t linger in the air long.
Not when she can press back into another breathless kiss, a bit of a moan muffled on her tongue.]
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He breathes a soft laugh against her when she compliments his kissing—a little bashful, considering the kind of compliment it is for an unmarried priest to receive. But when she continues, he—well, he pauses. He isn't really able to draw back, pressed against the wall as he is, but after her words catch up to him and they part from another kiss, he tilts his head in an effort to look at her, seeming a little dismayed.]
You've never kissed anyone else?
[The culture among the plains centaurs had seemed so shameless, at least among those who seemed perfectly comfortable contemplating and even discussing her sex life in public. It seemed impossible that she could have endured other heats and never so much as kissed another man. And yet, if centaurs mounted from the back…]
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Because she’d wanted to kiss him again. Because sometimes when they’d been lying in bed she’d almost asked him how a priest of Abadar got so good at such things, and even though she knew it wasn’t right of her… she’d kept proposing they share the mattress even once she didn’t have a good excuse of an injured fetlock. Because in his own, pale, two-legged way she thinks that Liem is handsome, and he’s been so respectful with her marriage knife, and with her, and-]
No…
[… Centaurs mounted from the back. Mid-coitus it was just impossible to do, and in her experiences most stallions during a rut didn’t bother with foreplay, and even if they did…]
They… centaurs have their own… like- like brushing the mane…
[Where she’d had him grip earlier, that vestigial line of hair over the border between hide and skin. Konoha tries to answer, to educate, but her voice is still breathless, grown amorous, the sound of her tail flicking more audibly between her words as she tries to not kiss him again yet.]
Tugging on… tails…
[It’s her duty as a guide to educate Liem along the way, so she does try, really and truly.]
They have a… forehead thing…
[Which she tries to demonstrate, but… she ends up just pressed against him, their breaths mingling, her own ragged and wanting as it leaves her chest. The hand on his curls and splays.]
… Is that- Is it bad?
[To have never kissed anyone before a man she only knew as a client had tugged her down and shocked her almost as much as they’d shocked the bar patrons hassling them. To be kissing him again now.]
Please say “no”… I think I like it a lot…
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He's sure a sweet woman like Konoha must have had at least some attention from other centaurs, even if she spends so much of her time travelling. She has such lovely dark hair and such an open, honest manner, he finds it unlikely that no one would have ever courted her at all. But he wonders if being raised among humans has made intimacy with other centaurs difficult.
Not that he has any business wondering about things like that.]
… No.
[His fingers stroke gently along the back of her neck as he tilts his head, his forehead angling against hers until he's able to brush their noses together. His glasses make this a little awkward, but only a little.]
No, it's not bad. If either of us were being disreputable right now, it would be me.
[A priest masquerading as a married man, making out with his hired guide. It's hardly becoming behaviour.]
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But she doesn’t think of it yet. Not now, when Liem smells so tempting and feels so cool-warm against her body, his fingers light and almost teasing along her neck as he absolves her from oddity. No, no, it’s not bad, he’s-]
Don’t say that, Liem… I’m the one- I’m the one who asked…
[A hint of a whine creeps into her voice at the idea he might could think he was the one at fault or dishonorable here in this cramped back alley, when she… She’s the one who started it. He was just helping…
Her fingers untangle from his belt, they start to move down, instinctively wanting to feel for the swell and stiffness she can feel between the firm muscles of her lower chest, but she remembers she shouldn’t just in time and pulls her hands up to… to his face, her breasts pressing up against him as she gentles her fingers along the part of his glasses where the arms meet the frames.]
Here… I don’t want to break them…
[Surely he’d let her remove them for safekeeping… ? It’s shaded here in the alley beneath the colorful fabric awnings, the sun shouldn’t hurt him here… and they’re in the way of her kisses, even the one she tries to nuzzle into before he can barely answer, soft and insistent and trying (failing) so hard to keep from devouring him.]
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His breath catches when her hand disentangles from his belt and begins to drift lower toward where the hard length of his erection just barely nudges against her lower chest. He should say something to dissuade her, because that certainly isn't only "a little"—but it's her decision, part of him argues, and he so aches to be touched. He almost groans in frustration when she catches herself, moves her hands up instead. It's so foolish of him to let her heat and her scent and her nearness rile him up like this, even if her touch is very gentle and her breasts feel so soft through her clothes, and her lips taste so irresistible—
His hands fly to cover hers, pale fingers curling around hot brown ones as she begins to slide the dark lenses from his face. His grip is tight, implacable.]
I need them.
[It's all the explanation he offers, spoken steadily despite the hard, uneven thump of his heart. His grip doesn't loosen until she releases his glasses, at which point he moves to push them back up his long nose.]
We should probably head for the inn, now.
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For a moment, Konoha almost looks upset. Why? He claimed he needed them, just the same way he needed his wide-brimmed hat and heavy clothes, and she could maybe even believe it, the idea that he got sun sick easily… if he hadn’t work those same glasses in their rooms, in the bath… What could be under there? More importantly… what could be under there he either wouldn’t let anyone see or wouldn’t let her see?
She almost asks.
Until he reminds her of where they were. Where they could, perhaps should, be instead. The inn. Where there were doors with locks, baths if she had to just try and wash the proof of her needs off her hide, beds if-]
R- right…
[She forces herself to withdraw a bit from him, even though it’s almost painful to lose the line of his body against hers and the cool heat of his flesh. She bites into her lip to muffle the whimper as she shifts her weight from one back leg to another and feels a traitorous slide of viscous slick drip down the inside of a thigh.]
Let’s… go…
[Once she gently, fingers slightly twitchy, adjusts his hat back onto his head and tries to help smooth out his clothing. Above the belt.
She has to back out of the alley rump first, and though she tries to hide it by ducking her head and using the thick fall of her bangs… Konoha looks humiliated in a way she hadn’t in the “privacy” of the alley. Because this time when they walk the streets… it’s even way more obvious from before what’s happening. She tries to just close her ears, keep him in the shadow of her larger frame to hide his own… situation, but.
It feels like it takes an eternity to reach the inn, to fumble their key out and get the door unlocked, to close it behind them…]
Liem, I…
[And only then realize she doesn’t know what to say.]
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But although his own dishevelment is disguised well enough by the shade of his hat and the fall of robes over his trousers, Konoha has no such luxury. Her humiliation is palpable, and he can’t help but feel like he has only made it worse.
When they return to the inn, he slips hurriedly inside so she can close the door, so she can finally have some privacy from the onslaught of stares they’d waded through out in the street. The thought of being in an enclosed space with her all night makes him want to jump out of his skin, but there’s no way he could wander town alone without attracting notice now. Too many people have gawked at him today for him to risk being seen out without his “wife,” and although he does have a spell that could solve his problem… it’s an incredibly suspicious spell for a priest to have learned. There’s no way he could demonstrate it for Konoha to ease her worries, even to give her some privacy.
So he simply hangs his hat up once they’re inside, glancing back across the room’s dimly lit interior to find Konoha’s gaze when she speaks again. His pale cheeks are still flushed, but now the cause is shame just as much as arousal.]
I’m sorry, Konoha. I didn’t mean to… to distract you. Or to lose track of time like that.
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Please don't... apologize.
[She should move. She should fetch her "skirt" she kept for such occasions as this from her baggage, the one that she hadn't worn because she wasn't supposed to have entered her cycle yet, and she hadn't wanted to believe she had. She should turn around so he can't see how her tail lilts into a desperate little curve, so ready and wanting to flick or sway and expose how aroused she's become. But instead... she's looking down. She had been bothered by its presence at first, unused to such jewelry, but over time... It had started feeling natural, she barely noticed it. Now, though... the two-headed eagle ring on her finger feels heavy, and she twists it slightly back and forth. ... Back and forth.]
I'm the one who was fool enough to think... it could be fine to have just a little.
[She should have known better. With heats, it was either complete abstinence, completely removing herself from any sort of sexual situation... or it was complete indulgence. There wasn't much allowed in between. But she'd wanted to believe that maybe... Maybe with a partner with two legs it would have been possible.]
You probably don't want-
[... more than "a little". Which meant- She swallows, slow and heavy.]
It might be best if... I could just try to get some sleep, so. I wouldn't... go out alone in town right now if I were you, but you could take your meal downstairs if you like...
[That had been... her plan sometime around the stairs. That way he wouldn't have to stay cramped in this room with her while she shifted and writhed with discomfort, the sheets staining gradually with sweat.]
Or, I can...
[Her fingers twist the ring again, toying with pulling it from her finger. If she did that... she shouldn't do it wearing his ring, even if it was all an act. It would be wrong.]
... We could lose two or three days if I don't... take care of this, so. I can... go out myself. You don't have to wait up.
[They wouldn't be passing through this village again. It wouldn't follow him back to Oppara, the idea that he might be a cuckold. It would only follow her- maybe. But he... He seemed so determined to get to Goka as quickly as possible, and she- Now she wanted it. Badly. Even if she resented her body for putting her in a situation to want in the first place, even if she didn't know or fancy any of the stallions they'd passed at the market... If she's confident about anything in that moment, it's that she wouldn't have to look far to find an enthusiastic partner. Maybe not a kind one, or a generous one, but they would be... able, to dampen her heat and more quickly return her to travel-fit condition, able to walk without mincing and interact with others without causing strife or attracting undue attention.
She tries to sound professional, to offer him the various option she could supply or provide as his guide as if minutes ago she hadn't been gently pressed against him pleading for kisses and touch, but. Konoha is failing.
Because if she gave him all the options available... There was one more.]
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But… she doesn't tell him. And she doesn't look up either, her eyes seemingly glued to the golden ring on her finger: her "wedding band." Liem thinks of her fingers splayed across his chest, of her nuzzling into his hair as she tells him, softly, You're a good man.
He doesn't think he can keep hiding the truth from her in good conscience. At least this secret is his own to divulge.
Reaching up, he plucks the lenses carefully from his face, revealing two very pale, ice-blue eyes set against a background of night black. Fatigue shadows them, standing out against pale skin like bruises.]
Konoha.
[He takes a step closer, waiting for her to look at him. His fingers clutch the delicate arms of his glasses tightly, though his expression is composed.]
If I wasn't really a human man, would you still want me to stay?
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And this time… She doesn’t really want to do either of the things she proposed to him just now. She wants… to stay there, alone with him. She wants to spend her heat with someone she thinks is interesting and kind, who she’s talked to more than twice, who wasn’t just going to be seized by a rut and mount her without a single kiss, even if that might still accomplish the goal of bringing her heat to an end quicker. Even if he was a client…
She can’t hide the hopeful look on her face, nor the way her tail hitches an inch higher, when he says her name and she turns around to-
To meet his eyes, and not dark glass shades.
At first, she’s so shocked that she can’t even speak, her mouth opening slightly only for nothing to come out. She has to swallow, first, her fingers tightening on the ring, before,]
That’s… what was behind your glasses this whole time?
[He’s not human- he can’t be with those eyes, no matter how he wanted to claim he spent most of his life away from the sun in a temple, but what was he, then… ?]
…… Your eyes are so blue.
[She forgets to even ask.]
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[He says it simply, forcing himself to hold her gaze without flinching. Yes, these eyes are the reason he's worn his lenses so religiously over the past few weeks they've travelled together. These eyes that mark him unquestionably as other, even if their exact provenance isn't immediately clear.
And then, after a pause and a small, wry smile, again:]
Yes.
[Blue is not the only thing they are, but yes, they are that too. He supposes it's an uncommon colour here, even more so than in the country where he was born.
Despite the smile, though, he stays where he is: halfway across the room, with his glasses still clutched warily in his hands. He doesn't want to find out what might happen if he moves closer, when she's still looking at him with such shock on her face.]
Like my mother, I was told. Konoha… I'll understand if you feel I've been dishonest with you.
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She likes that he smiles, even if it’s small and wry. She likes… this time, she likes that he apologizes. Well- He doesn’t, actually, understanding isn’t the same thing, it just sounded like the same tone…
And for a moment she has to just stand there too, the both of them staring at each other across the small room until finally-]
They’re really pretty…
[Is it strange that they are surrounded by black and not white? Yes. But though she sometimes did see races other than human and centaur on the trade routes and in larger cities when she made stops, she didn’t know encyclopedic knowledge of the many sorts of men who walked the earth- let alone on the other continent. He could be anything, despite how human shaped he seemed to her. Yet…
Konoha finds that she can’t help take a cautious, hopeful step away from the door and towards him, her skin still flushed and her tail still betraying her in a high arc over her bay rump. He talks of being dishonest with her, but… he’d never said he was human, had he? She’d just assumed, and he hadn’t corrected her… which is not quite the same either.
And now, here- He isn’t human. So what is she going to do… ?]
Liem, do you think…
[One more step, her fingers lacing and unlacing, fidgeting with the ring and her knuckles while his hands stay tight and still.]
Do you think… I care a lot about being human?
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[When Konoha takes a hesitant step nearer, then another, his grip on the arms of his glasses tightens for just a moment. He knows that Konoha isn't human either, that this land isn't like the one he came from, where even seeing a non-human at a town market was remarkable. In the time since he arrived on the shores of Tian Xia he's seen people with the glossy feathers and beaks of crows, the scales of serpents, the tails and whiskers of rats. And he's spent weeks travelling through centaur lands while posing as Konoha's husband, despite the strange looks it's earned her.
But there is a difference between belonging to a non-human people and being the bastard offspring of the natural and the unnatural. He knows the concept of such things exists even in this distant land: the spawn of demons or yokai, born of humans and living among them. And he has no other lineage to his name; the best he could possibly say of his father was that he never knew him, which is no real virtue.]
But I have no other heritage worth claiming. I won't pretend otherwise.
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Did you... pretend to be human to hurt people... ?
[Her mouth feels so dry. The next anxious, cautious step towards him sounds so loud.]
Were you planning to hurt me... ?
[She doesn't think that's true, and those are... what matters, she thinks. Whether it was her kind nature or the fact that she had been raised amongst humans while possessing a body that would never allow her to pretend to be one of them... Konoha thinks she can understand very well why someone capable of it might prefer to just be thought of as a member of the more "normal" race. Surely... He just hadn't ant to attract undue attention?
And if they were to- If he would let her- He wouldn't be able to hide his eyes through that, would he? So is that why he'd admitted it now, of all times? Unless there was some other reason him not being human had become relevant... ?
She swallows, her upper spine curving slightly to subconsciously bring her down a bit closer to his height, her voice lowering as her cheeks redden, the dock of her tail quivering.]
Is your... are you not human-shaped... down there... ?
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No, of course not. I swear to Abadar that was never my intention.
[He watches her draw closer, wondering if he's just imagining the tentative hopefulness in the lines of her approach. He wants her to trust him. He wants her to keep thinking of him as a good man, even if it's a small and selfish want. Just that one bit of esteem would be enough, he thinks; just this one woman who would rather spend the night with his kisses and his cool hands than with a stallion who could give her what her body craves.
Even though that next, murmured question almost makes him choke out a laugh from sheer surprise.]
N-no! [He can feel a flush start to darken his cheeks.] That's not why, Konoha. I just wanted to be honest.
[His voice lowers a bit to better match hers, though he sounds a little bit strangled.]
I didn't want you to find out part way through, because of my eyes, or— or my teeth.
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I know, I know you wouldn't-
[And he swears by Abadar, so why would she ever doubt it? He isn't human, he isn't not a priest (somehow him admitting the lie of omission doesn't shake her faith in the rest of him), and she still wants... Even if the other centaurs had mocked them in the market over the idea that a human (er, human-shaped) person could satisfy a mare in heat... She still far prefers the idea of of his kisses and his hands to the quick, sweaty coupling with a stranger, no matter how filling or deep it might could be-
Her dark, calloused hands fly up to cover her face in embarrassment when he splutters into half-laughing defense of his dick and explanation for his need to confess, shaking her head and sending the voluminous bun of dark hair atop of her head to wobbling.]
I was j- Just checking, I-
[Her hearts feel so tight. She had tried to be professional and offer him ways out, but now she can't imagine allowing him to leave... and she hates that she'd even offered to go and let another man mount her, when that was the last thing she'd wanted, and- He said... "part way". Part way through. Which meant... It meant he wanted to also, didn't he? That he was imagining being with her?
A soft, aching whimper is muffled behind her hands as she struggles for the word she means to say, charging forward despite.]
Liem, if... If you like me at all-
["Like" could mean so many things, but-]
Can we... I want to kiss you again, and I want more than "a little", and... We could just be-
[Just be... Konoha stumbles, fumbling for the word in her second language and realizing she had... never had cause to learn such a thing, resulting in another pent-up sound of frustration, her tail whipping as she admits her failing.]
Liem, I don't know the word in Taldane for "sekisufri"...
[Hnngh...]
"Heat... heat time partner that you swear... to be loyal to for the contract time but it doesn't mean you can't part amicably later..."
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He folds his glasses up carefully, sliding them into a leather pouch attached to the belt at his waist.
And then, hands newly freed, he takes one last step toward Konoha to close the distance between them. He reaches for her face, for the dark, work-roughened hands pressed against it.]
We don't have a word for something like that.
[His fingers slide over hers, coaxing her hands from her face so he can take them, so he can pull them down toward himself. Liem brushes his thumbs over her knuckles looking up at her flushed, warm-looking face.]
But I do like you, Konoha. I want to kiss you again.
[And he does; he raises one of her hands so he can press a kiss just below the ring decorating her fingers, and then turns her hand to press her palm against his cheek.]
I will be your for-now partner, if you want me.
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No, of course Taldane doesn't have a word for that. They don't have people who go into heat, that was stupid of her, but.
He takes her hands and reminds her how cool he felt against the flushed heat of her naturally high body temperature compounded by her season. (So... that was because he wasn't human, then, not because he just had poor circulation...) His lips press to her fingers and they finally still in his grasp from their anxious, hopeful fidgeting. They just curl, slowly, over his, and then smooth over his pale cheek as her bottom lip trembles.]
Please...
["For-now partner". She'll remember it. A new word. She never stopped learning.]
I do want-
[He likes her enough. It makes the insecurity drain from her expression and leave only softness and heat behind in her gaze, until she realizes that just that might make it sound like she wanted anyone in this state, when all of this has happened because that wasn't true. She didn't just want, or she would have just taken care of it the easiest, surest way. What she wants is-]
I want you...
[Him, specifically... him, whose temple she bends down to nuzzle against, a needy sound escaping in a quiet whine into his ear as she rubs her thumb along his cheekbone, encouraging him to tip his chin up for her, to meet her-
Where she kisses him, unable to torture herself any longer, desperately longing and full of curiosity for less centaur-like affection that comes across painfully clear in the warm slide of her tongue and the sharp nip of her teeth along his lip. She can't even wait to ask him first if he wants to sit on the bed, if he'd like the wall, if he'd prefer to lay down...
First she needs this. Hopes that now they need this.]
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He leans up, tipping his head to meet her questing lips, his other hand sliding up to cup her jaw. It's still with a bit of apprehension that he parts his lips at the slide of her tongue, but the ache of his wanting is stronger, and he kisses her until the need for air burns at his lungs.]
You can have me.
[It's murmured between hasty breaths, between kisses that grow hotter as his lips warm from the heat of her mouth. He nibbles tenderly at her lip, chasing the indulgent softness of it.]
You can have as much as you like, Konoha.
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It’s Liem.
Who she kisses over and over. At first they are purely sweet, inexperienced and slightly clumsy things. She chases every whim and fleeting little thought, from I wonder if I can feel how sharp his teeth are with my tongue to How long can I kiss before I have to take a breath? The answers are “yes” and “I lost count”.
For a while, kissing him takes all of her focus, scattered heat emotions and needs finally given an outlet- one that she actually knows, who says things like,]
Oh, no… That feels so risky to say when I’m in heat…
[Yet there’s no denying again that she wants it, not when it makes the double pulse of her hearts pound faster.]
I don’t want to exhaust you…
[That might be the first inadvertent lie she’d ever told him. Because judging by how heated her touch was becoming, how her tail was flicking behind her… She wanted nothing more than to have him until he just physically couldn’t respond any longer. When would that be… ?
As reluctant as she is to pull her hand from his cheek, his cool skin warmed beneath how overheated her own was… she needs it, to slip down and join her other in seeking out the buttons and clasps of his clothing, seeking to remove the barriers between them now that she can have more than a little, a soft whine released as she shifts her weight from one back hoof to another. Even though it might be obvious… she has to… She really should admit…]
Liem, I’ve never… been with a two-legged person before…
[Her home village may have primarily been human, but… he knew firsthand now that many in this land viewed relationships with her kind as taboo or perverse. She didn’t view it that way, she certainly doesn’t have reluctance in her own soft amber gaze, but.
Her voice lowers as if they might be overheard in their own room, nuzzling against his forehead as she releases a slow, shaky breath, her fingers still desperately attempting to divest him of some clothing.]
Maybe… we can both be guides today… ?
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No? But we won't be travelling tomorrow, will we?
[He's thinking that sounds like a very agreeable way to become exhausted, actually. And he's thinking that no one has ever threatened him so thoroughly with the opportunity.
At first, as Konoha's hands wander over his clothing, he simply lets her explore. His own hands slide along the hot skin of her neck, follow her robe over the curve of a breast, drag around to rub over her humanoid back. But when his fingers brush the pelt at her waist, it seems past time to help her free of it, and his hands move in search of the ties that will let him do so.
He tips his head gently, so her nuzzling slides slightly over to his temple.]
I'll guide you, if you'll continue to do the same for me.
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