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> Reply to: @Rhiannon Edain, TA (@Toffee (Rhiannon/Mathias)) > "I've got everything I need right here," she replies, relaxing fully now that her over-stimulated core has calmed down. "m'lo... "Love you too," he whispers back. He fights sleep for a few moments more, long enough to appreciate the perfect weight of her in his arms, to stroke her soft skin, to brush her hair back from her face as her features turn slack with sleep. "I love you so much." He falls back asleep holding the most important person in the world.

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> Reply to: @Archie Cliffgate (@Alvilda (Tav: Helaena+)) > The thought makes his softening cock give a valiant twitch, almost painful for how sensitive everything's gotten. He stifles a s... "I've got everything I need right here," she replies, relaxing fully now that her over-stimulated core has calmed down. "m'love you," she mumbles, slipping back into slumber.

> Reply to: @Rhiannon Edain, TA (@Toffee (Rhiannon/Mathias)) > Her eyelids start to droop too. "I missed you. And this. And us." She yawns and intertwines their fingers. "Do you...do y... The thought makes his softening cock give a valiant twitch, almost painful for how sensitive everything's gotten. He stifles a small sound in the crook of her neck. "Fuck, yes, I can- yes, I can do that." Her casual displays of magic still amaze him, every time. Even something as simple as a Prestidigitation, or a Tiny Servant. Her ingenuity and creativity is seemingly endless, and her magic itself is beautiful. "Are you okay? Is there anything you need?" With her request, his mobility is very limited, but he'll give it his best shot.

> Reply to: @Archie Cliffgate (@Alvilda (Tav: Helaena+)) > "My arm's fine, don't worry," he quickly reassures her. No stitches popped, none of the searing pain of the flesh tearing, just... Her eyelids start to droop too. "I missed you. And this. And us." She yawns and intertwines their fingers. "Do you...do you think you could stay inside?" she asks while holding his arm close and settling into the pillow. She waves absentmindedly and the covers snake their way up atop them.

> Reply to: @Rhiannon Edain, TA (@Toffee (Rhiannon/Mathias)) > She jerks as her cunt continues to spasm randomly, blissed out of her mind. "Yeah, I'm...I'm g—great. Please tell me we don't... "My arm's fine, don't worry," he quickly reassures her. No stitches popped, none of the searing pain of the flesh tearing, just a bit of soreness from using a muscle he'd been instinctually babying. "We don't have to leave the bed, no. At least not for a bit." He gently rolls them both onto their sides and holds her close as the pounding of his heart begins to slow, a familiar wave of languid exhaustion making his eyelids droop. "Missed your bed," he tells her. "Missed holding you in it."

> Reply to: @Archie Cliffgate (@Alvilda (Tav: Helaena+)) > Thank fuck it’s his good arm she’s gripping like that, or it might have ruined this. He’s not sure he would have noticed until ... She jerks as her cunt continues to spasm randomly, blissed out of her mind. "Yeah, I'm...I'm g—great. Please tell me we don't have to l—leave this bed." Then she remembers his arm. "Wait! H-how, is your arm? Is it o-okay?"

> Reply to: @Rhiannon Edain, TA (@Toffee (Rhiannon/Mathias)) > It happens so fast that it causes her eyes to roll back and she starts to pass out. *Her walls seize up and flutter, milking ... Thank fuck it’s his good arm she’s gripping like that, or it might have ruined this. He’s not sure he would have noticed until after even if it wasn’t. The sound that’s ripped from him when she begins to come is borderline feral, a growl of pure satisfaction as he speeds up, chasing his own release. Coming inside her like this, with her walls still spasming around him, her drunken moans of pleasure filling his ears… it’s the closest he’s ever felt to heaven. He collapses on top of her, utterly spent, barely having the presence of mind to angle himself so his full weight doesn’t fall on her. “Hells, Rhi,” he gasps, still nestled inside her as he presses soft, sloppy kisses to her shoulder, the nape of her neck, the line of her spine. “Are you alright?”

> Reply to: @Archie Cliffgate (@Alvilda (Tav: Helaena+)) > It’s all he can do to hold on, to focus on her, on making this as good as possible for her because fuck does she deserve it. ... It happens so fast that it causes her eyes to roll back and she starts to pass out. Her walls seize up and flutter, milking and undulating around his cock, as she yelps. She will definitely feel it all day as she jerks and clutches at his arm, her nails digging in, and she succumbs.

> Reply to: @Rhiannon Edain, TA (@Toffee (Rhiannon/Mathias)) > *Words are hard and he's kissing along her erogenous ears again, so she fumbles for his hand and pulls it between her legs once ... It’s all he can do to hold on, to focus on her, on making this as good as possible for her because fuck does she deserve it. She’s incredible, perfection even before she starts clenching around him, and he knows he won’t be far behind her. “Good,” he grits out, groans of pleasure punched out of him every time he bottoms out inside her. “So good for me, Rhi, so fucking good, need you to come for me, love, need to feel you, _gods…_” His words cut off as his focus narrows to making her come, as his fingers speed up, as his sharp teeth stay as gentle as possible while nipping at the sensitive tip of her ear. “_Please._”

> Reply to: @Archie Cliffgate (@Alvilda (Tav: Helaena+)) > He doesn’t stop, he doesn’t slow down, but he does trail kisses along the delicate shell of her ear as he keeps going, fucking h... Words are hard and he's kissing along her erogenous ears again, so she fumbles for his hand and pulls it between her legs once more to slip and slide against her swollen bundle of nerves. His touch there zips and make her clench prematurely, so she holds on to his arm as it starts to work at her clit and she starts to sink.

> Reply to: @Rhiannon Edain, TA (@Toffee (Rhiannon/Mathias)) > *This angle is fucking perfect for getting railed within an inch of your life is all she can think, doing everything she can not... He doesn’t stop, he doesn’t slow down, but he does trail kisses along the delicate shell of her ear as he keeps going, fucking her like she asked, demanded. “What do you need, love? Tell me, and it’s yours,” he gasps, his heavy breaths hot against her skin.

> Reply to: @Archie Cliffgate (@Alvilda (Tav: Helaena+)) > "Sweet, perfect girl," he breathes, setting a rhythm that might not be too fast, but is firm, and deep. "You always take me ... This angle is fucking perfect for getting railed within an inch of your life is all she can think, doing everything she can not to shriek and moan so loud that her suitemates think she's dying or turned undead. "Fuckkkkkk," she whines. "I-I need-uhn–" He's just fucking the sense right out of her and all she can do is hold on.

> Reply to: @Rhiannon Edain, TA (@Toffee (Rhiannon/Mathias)) > She keens and trembles as she tries to stay still. It's not what he asked of her but she doesn't know what else to do. *Her b... "Sweet, perfect girl," he breathes, setting a rhythm that might not be too fast, but is firm, and deep. "You always take me so well, always feel so good I can't stand it," he babbles, groaning as the slightest shift in angle lets him go even deeper. "I love you, Rhi, more than anything, you- _fuck_, how are you this tight from this angle?"

> Reply to: @Archie Cliffgate (@Alvilda (Tav: Helaena+)) > He's not gone for long, already moving back inside her before pulling out fully. He can't bear to be parted from her for long. ... She keens and trembles as she tries to stay still. It's not what he asked of her but she doesn't know what else to do. Her brain is just awash with want.

> Reply to: @Rhiannon Edain, TA (@Toffee (Rhiannon/Mathias)) > *His ridges slide back through her and she twists her head to muffle a cry into her own shoulder, hands clenching in the sheets.... He's not gone for long, already moving back inside her before pulling out fully. He can't bear to be parted from her for long. "Hold on, love. I'll take care of you," he promises. That promise ranges... so far beyond the bed he likes to think of as theirs, but it goes for here, too. "Let me look after you."

> Reply to: @Archie Cliffgate (@Alvilda (Tav: Helaena+)) > "You always are, sweetheart." He presses one more kiss to the soft skin at the nape of her neck before thrusting back inside he... His ridges slide back through her and she twists her head to muffle a cry into her own shoulder, hands clenching in the sheets. "Archie, *please,*" she thrusts back as he starts to withdraw. She shivers and her nipples draw tighter.

> Reply to: @Rhiannon Edain, TA (@Toffee (Rhiannon/Mathias)) > She gasps as he leaves more nips on sensitive flesh. He’s spoiling her and he doesn’t even know it. *Then he’s asking if she... "You always are, sweetheart." He presses one more kiss to the soft skin at the nape of her neck before thrusting back inside her. Gods, if this angle doesn't work for her, it might actually be killing him. "Hells, Rhi," he groans, his eyes slipping shut as his world reduces to tight, wet, perfect.

> Reply to: @Archie Cliffgate (@Alvilda (Tav: Helaena+)) > "Beautiful," he praises, admiring the lovely curves and planes of her, the soft skin dotted with freckles. His hand runs down t... She gasps as he leaves more nips on sensitive flesh. He’s spoiling her and he doesn’t even know it. Then he’s asking if she can come again and oh. His timbre is so sexy like this, crooned into her ear with his front pressed to her back. Her core clenches and she whimpers. “I-I think so. I want to be good for you.” A third? Thank the Gods for college-aged stamina.

> Reply to: @Rhiannon Edain, TA (@Toffee (Rhiannon/Mathias)) > *She cries out at the loss of him, each ridge retreating and she looks as bereft as she feels in that moment. But then he's tell... "Beautiful," he praises, admiring the lovely curves and planes of her, the soft skin dotted with freckles. His hand runs down the curve of her spine until it fondly squeezes her ass. He bites into the soft flesh, more than hard enough to leave a mark, for a moment considering what it might be like to eat her out from this angle. Another time. "You said you wanted it harder, love. You'll have it, but I want you to be good for me and come again." His words are interspersed with more nips to her thighs, the curve of her hip, then a soft kiss to the mark already blooming dark red at the crook of her neck. "Can you do that?"

> Reply to: @Archie Cliffgate (@Alvilda (Tav: Helaena+)) > Harder. It's second nature to do as she wants. Everything he has, all that he is, is hers. But Rhiannon isn't tiny or dainty... She cries out at the loss of him, each ridge retreating and she looks as bereft as she feels in that moment. But then he's telling her to roll over and she licks her lips, biting her bottom one in anticipation. Archie's chest is rising and falling rapidly and his curls fall loosely around his horns. He looks like what she imagines a young Lathander would appear, golden and beautiful. Her swollen cunt throbs as she sits up and shucks the hoodie off. Then she rolls over and dips low in the front, ass on display. She presents on all fours, a shiver of excitement pebbling across her skin.

> Reply to: @Rhiannon Edain, TA (@Toffee (Rhiannon/Mathias)) > Gods, she loves him so much. *The way his teeth fit against her pulse point, the stutter of his hips when he draws out like h... Harder. It's second nature to do as she wants. Everything he has, all that he is, is hers. But Rhiannon isn't tiny or dainty or overly delicate, that's one of the things he loves about her. He loves knowing she won't break if he looks at her wrong, that she likes it when he gets a little rough. "Hold on, love." He groans softly from the loss as he pulls out of her, but it's tempered by the knowledge it won't be for long. "Roll over for me, sweetheart?" It's a request, but it carries an undeniable, if slight undercurrent of command.

> Reply to: @Archie Cliffgate (@Alvilda (Tav: Helaena+)) > He's not trying to tease her intentionally. He really isn't. It's just that his brain stops functioning for a moment around the... Gods, she loves him so much. The way his teeth fit against her pulse point, the stutter of his hips when he draws out like he doesn't want to draw out ever again before sliding back home, even the smoky pine scent of him. She keens and her other hand curls around his horn to hold him in place as he marks her. He picks up the pace a bit and he's punching little noises straight out of her with each slide back in. "Archie," she whines. "Baby, you can— go harder."

> Reply to: @Rhiannon Edain, TA (@Toffee (Rhiannon/Mathias)) > "Archie, baby, move, please," she whines, reaching down to squeeze the base of his tail, massaging the underside. "Touch me, ... He's not trying to tease her intentionally. He really isn't. It's just that his brain stops functioning for a moment around the time Rhiannon starts massaging the underside of his tail, his whimper only barely hidden by the way he's still mouthing at her neck. If he nips her, just a bit too hard... Well, she's always looked beautiful covered in marks. Move, please. Fuck, anything she wants. Anything. His rhythm is a little sloppier than he might like, just bordering on the edge of rough, and fuck, she feels too good, it's going to be the death of him.

> Reply to: @Archie Cliffgate (@Alvilda (Tav: Helaena+)) > She’s trying to kill him. That’s the only conclusion he can make as she reaches for his tail, as she moans and clenches around h... "Archie, baby, move, please," she whines, reaching down to squeeze the base of his tail, massaging the underside. "Touch me, Gods, please, please," she begs.

> Reply to: @Rhiannon Edain, TA (@Toffee (Rhiannon/Mathias)) > Her eyes widen comically and she smirks, "Ohhh, that's very good to know." *He shifts when he twitches and she feels his ... She’s trying to kill him. That’s the only conclusion he can make as she reaches for his tail, as she moans and clenches around him. “Rhi, you… oh Hells, the underside, it’s sensitive, please,” he begs, his eyes squeezed shut as his hips jerk forward without his conscious decision to.

Her eyes widen comically and she smirks, "Ohhh, that's very good to know." He shifts when he twitches and she feels his ridges move inside her swollen center, simmering need making itself known again and causing her to moan. "Fuck, Archie, you feel amazing, *Gods*." Her hands roam and find his tail base eventually. She remembers how this drove him wild last time and so she lightly scratches along the top of it as far as she can reach.

> Reply to: @Rhiannon Edain, TA (@Toffee (Rhiannon/Mathias)) > *She peeks from between her fingers and he uses his nose to move them out of the way to pepper her blazing face with kisses. She... "I can't tell if it's just you, or if it's because I love you so much, or both," he whispers back. He twitches involuntarily as her fingers play with the vestigial claws on his shoulderblades, muffling a ridiculous sound in the soft skin below her ear. "Sorry, that tickles," he admits, a little sheepishly.

> Reply to: @Archie Cliffgate (@Alvilda (Tav: Helaena+)) > He blinks for a moment as she begins to sputter, then bursts into laughter as she begins to apologize. Rude, really? She's ut... She peeks from between her fingers and he uses his nose to move them out of the way to pepper her blazing face with kisses. She cannot help but giggle since his kisses tickle. “I do think you’ve ruined me for anyone else,” she whispers in the quiet, safe space between them as her hands resume stroking his back, thumbing over his vestigial wingtips.

> Reply to: @Rhiannon Edain, TA (@Toffee (Rhiannon/Mathias)) > She whimpers at the delightful friction, clutching at his back lest he retreat in concern. *She pants when he releases her mo... He blinks for a moment as she begins to sputter, then bursts into laughter as she begins to apologize. Rude, really? She's utterly adorable. He peppers her face with kisses between stray chuckles. Gods, he loves her so much. "Rhi, love... It's 100% fine. I'm... flattered? I mean, I didn't think you hated sleeping with me or anything, but there's nothing wrong with a bit of verbal confirmation."

> Reply to: @Archie Cliffgate (@Alvilda (Tav: Helaena+)) > "I love you too," he whispers, leaning down to kiss her a moment before finally pushing inside of her in one slow, deep stroke. ... She whimpers at the delightful friction, clutching at his back lest he retreat in concern. She pants when he releases her mouth and peppers down her jaw and throat. "Fuck, I love your cock so much," she says without thinking. A beat. And then she goes maroon and starts sputtering, letting him go to cover her face in shame. "Oh my Gods, I'm so sorry. That was probably so rude," she whines, embarrassed, like she doesn't have said cock buried inside her right now and didn't just tell him she liked it rough. -# Her ideas about propriety are skewed, folks. I don't know what to tell you.

> Reply to: @Rhiannon Edain, TA (@Toffee (Rhiannon/Mathias)) > *She grins and laughs, a bright sound, as he pulls her underwear off. She takes the moment of freed hands to check that her cont... "I love you too," he whispers, leaning down to kiss her a moment before finally pushing inside of her in one slow, deep stroke. His groan of pure, bone deep satisfaction is muffled against her lips, but there's no hiding the way his tail squeezes her thigh, or the way his hands clench in the sheets. "A blessing, then," he breathes in her ear once he's gathered some shred of his self control.

> Reply to: @Archie Cliffgate (@Alvilda (Tav: Helaena+)) > Maybe it's the tenday of absence, maybe it's the fact he can say he loves her now, maybe it's the fucking things she's saying,... She grins and laughs, a bright sound, as he pulls her underwear off. She takes the moment of freed hands to check that her contraceptive charm earring is secure. And then he is right back where he belongs, muscles and ridges pressing in her soft flesh. "I don't know if I'm a miracle, honey, but I'm glad to be your blessing. I love you," she offers quietly, melting at the shiver that runs down his tail. The reaction is so endearing; he is so endearing, her lover. Her safe harbor. Her beginning of something wonderful...and maybe forever? Her hands stroke soothingly down his sides and up his back as he nudges against her, rutting through her swollen lips and wet center. His head catches on her clit a few times and she shivers herself.

> Reply to: @Rhiannon Edain, TA (@Toffee (Rhiannon/Mathias)) > "Baby," *she purrs, so so comfortable with him like this,*"I like the sensitivity. I want to feel it later. It doesn't always ha... Maybe it's the tenday of absence, maybe it's the fact he can say he loves her now, maybe it's the fucking things she's saying, but he needs to be inside her, immediately. I want to feel it later. The pajama pants he slept in are kicked off in a moment, her underwear taking a second longer, but then his brain is melting all over again at how fucking good it feels to slot against her, even before he pushes inside. "You're a godsdamned miracle, Rhi." His forehead rests against hers for just a moment. A shiver of anticipation runs down his spine, all the way to the tip of his tail, wrapped securely around her thigh. My miracle.

> Reply to: @Archie Cliffgate (@Alvilda (Tav: Helaena+)) > She's going to make his brain melt out of his ears at this rate. "Fuck, Rhi." He grinds mindlessly against the soft flesh o... "Baby," *she purrs, so so comfortable with him like this,*"I like the sensitivity. I want to feel it later. It doesn't always have to be fast and hard, but I definitely like when it is~" She kisses him deeply, stroking along his tongue, and slides her hands down his back and under his top, to run her nails up and down his spine as he rocks against her thigh. Gods, his ridged cock is the stuff of dreams and she clenches down involuntarily at the thought of it filling her.

> Reply to: @Rhiannon Edain, TA (@Toffee (Rhiannon/Mathias)) > She slides a knee between his legs, only because she doesn’t want to stop holding his handsome face. “Yeah? Anything I want?”... She's going to make his brain melt out of his ears at this rate. "Fuck, Rhi." He grinds mindlessly against the soft flesh of her thigh, seeking what friction he can get. "I want- I want to fuck you, but not- not if you're too sensitive," he quickly amends.

> Reply to: @Archie Cliffgate (@Alvilda (Tav: Helaena+)) > He groans softly into her mouth, his hips rolling against hers with renewed desire. "I'm never, ever going to say no to that. A... She slides a knee between his legs, only because she doesn’t want to stop holding his handsome face. “Yeah? Anything I want?” she whispers, husky and still blissed out of her mind a bit. She scrapes her teeth down his throat and sucks on the apple of his voicebox. “I want you to tell me what you want~ Do you want my mouth, my hands, what’s between my thighs? What does my sweet honey want?” she teases, pushing her bare leg against his leg so he can get a little relief.

> Reply to: @Rhiannon Edain, TA (@Toffee (Rhiannon/Mathias)) > “Are you going to let me reciprocate?” she asks before pulling his lip between her teeth. He groans softly into her mouth, his hips rolling against hers with renewed desire. "I'm never, ever going to say no to that. Anything, love. Anything you want."

> Reply to: @Archie Cliffgate (@Alvilda (Tav: Helaena+)) > He's not going anywhere. Why on Toril would he? "I love you too," he whispers. He has tendays of bottling it up to compensate... “Are you going to let me reciprocate?” she asks before pulling his lip between her teeth.

> Reply to: @Rhiannon Edain, TA (@Toffee (Rhiannon/Mathias)) > Mmm, yes. This is what she wants next. *She takes his face in her hands and holds him there, languidly kissing and nuzzling a... He's not going anywhere. Why on Toril would he? "I love you too," he whispers. He has tendays of bottling it up to compensate for. He'll say it so often she gets sick of it, probably.

> Reply to: @Archie Cliffgate (@Alvilda (Tav: Helaena+)) > She’s adorable, ridiculously beautiful, and his. He might be the luckiest guy on this plane or any other. He rolls her onto ... Mmm, yes. This is what she wants next. She takes his face in her hands and holds him there, languidly kissing and nuzzling against his stubble. "Love you, love you, love you," she mumurs between kisses.

> Reply to: @Rhiannon Edain, TA (@Toffee (Rhiannon/Mathias)) > She grins the dopiest smile possible, afterglow making her flushed and radiant, and says, very eloquently of course, "No, you.... She’s adorable, ridiculously beautiful, and his. He might be the luckiest guy on this plane or any other. He rolls her onto her back, and leans over her to kiss her, slow and utterly adoring. “Good morning,” he mumbles against her lips. He’s smiling too much to kiss her properly.

She grins the dopiest smile possible, afterglow making her flushed and radiant, and says, very eloquently of course, "No, you."

He smiles and peppers what of her face he can reach with kisses. “I love you,” he says, because that’s what matters. “And you’re the best thing that ever happened to me.”

He's talking to her, probably whispering more sweet praise and loving on her, but she is slowly drifting back into her body which has relaxed back into the bed and into his arms. "Whaazat?" She blinks over at him, brain trying to come back online.

> Reply to: @Rhiannon Edain, TA (@Toffee (Rhiannon/Mathias)) > *His fingers work gently, but they do not stop. And so they push her back into a boil, close but oh so far from spilling over. T... He’s not sure exactly what he expected of this morning, but this is better than anything his mind could have conjured up while he laid awake, tired and lonely, missing her. “You’re a marvel,” he breathes, mostly to himself, as he works her through it with slow, steady movements of his fingers. “Best thing that ever happened to me, Rhi, I swear, I want to keep you forever…” Forever’s a dangerous word. A word that conjures images of anniversaries for much longer than a month, for a home they share, for a future they decide. He doesn’t let himself even dream of more than that. Not yet. But someday.

His fingers work gently, but they do not stop. And so they push her back into a boil, close but oh so far from spilling over. Three of them are in her now and then he adds praise to the mix, tickling sweetly against her ear and she seizes up again. Her mouth opens in a silent scream and she throbs around his fingers, spilling wetly over his hand and her thighs as her back arches. Everything turns to white noise.

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It's awkward to kiss her like this, a little off-center, but he doesn't care. "_Mine._” He doesn't stop. He wouldn't dream of it. He does reduce the pressure on her clit, knowing it'll ride the line of too much even for her right now, but he's greedy. "You're so good for me, love, always, my good girl every single time." He wants to give her anything she could ever want, but more than that he wants to be the one to give it to her. The only one.

She rolls her hips and the peak of overstimulation starts to make her shiver as she pants, mouth open. She turns her head to look at him as best she can as the noise of her wetness grows even more obscene. Eyes hooded, blue staring into green, she pleads, "Yours, yours, all yours, don't stop, please, don't stop, honey..."

> Reply to: @Rhiannon Edain, TA (@Toffee (Rhiannon/Mathias)) > *Maybe it is because of the tenday she spent away from him and his dexterous fingers, calloused and firm. Perhaps it is because ... "Fuck, Rhi, that's it," he coaxes, moaning himself as her walls clench down around his fingers, as she does her best to stifle her cries. Part of him wishes they didn't have to try to be quiet, that he could get to hear every single sound she's trying to contain without the risk of bothering roommates or neighbors. His hand squeezes hers, providing the anchor she needs to let go, to just be. He can't help it, he's grinding against her ass, searching for enough friction he won't lose his mind with need. "Beautiful, so damn beautiful I can't stand it." His fingers slow, but don't stop, not quite yet.

> Reply to: @Archie Cliffgate (@Alvilda (Tav: Helaena+)) > "I love you too." That might just become his favorite sentence in the world. "Do you remember," he murmurs between gentle nip... Maybe it is because of the tenday she spent away from him and his dexterous fingers, calloused and firm. Perhaps it is because he is whispering sweetly into her erogenous ear. No, what really does her in is the promise of more. He is hers and she is his and he would give her everything. So she doesn't have to worry right now and the comfort and safety that comes with being in his capable hands is what brings her to completion. Her grip on his horn and his hand are her tethers to reality as she shatters, eyes rolling back into her head as she whimpers through clenched teeth to keep from shouting.

> Reply to: @Rhiannon Edain, TA (@Toffee (Rhiannon/Mathias)) > *She will never, never take for granted the way he plays her like a fiddle. It surprises her every time, the way he just sin... "I love you too." That might just become his favorite sentence in the world. "Do you remember," he murmurs between gentle nips and kisses to every inch of her ear, trying not to overstimulate the sensitive tip. "The first time I did this for you? Even then, I was yours." He always was, more or less from the moment he met her. He just didn't know it yet. "Are you going to be mine, love? I think you've earned at least one like this. My beautiful, incredible girlfriend... One like this, love, fuck, *please*, I'll do anything to hear you come..."

> Reply to: @Archie Cliffgate (@Alvilda (Tav: Helaena+)) > Oh _hells_, she’s wet already, perfection even against his fingers. “You feel incredible,” he breathes into her ear as he sinks... She will never, never take for granted the way he plays her like a fiddle. It surprises her every time, the way he just sinks in and takes up residence. And his mouth on her ear is sinful. "Archie, baby, oh Gods," she whines, pleading for nothing, anything, and everything. "I love you so much, I love your hands, your mouth, mmmmhhhh," She parts her legs so he has better access and drapes one back over his hip. Her hand leaves his to its work and she laces her fingers with the other one. Her free hand drifts to one of his horns, using it for whatever leverage she can muster as she rides his fingers.

> Reply to: @Rhiannon Edain, TA (@Toffee (Rhiannon/Mathias)) > “Yes, please, Gods—“ *she plants her other hand against his and shoves his hand down into her pants impatiently right to where s... Oh _hells_, she’s wet already, perfection even against his fingers. “You feel incredible,” he breathes into her ear as he sinks two fingers inside her, a bit awkward with the angle and clothing to navigate but fuck is he motivated. “Missed feeling you like this, missed getting to be the one to make you come, getting to hear all those gorgeous little sounds you make…” He moves his thumb to circle her clit, still littering her ear with kisses and small bites. This, he could do this for her forever. Gods, he’d do it happily, anything to get her to make those beautiful whimpers and moans for him.

> Reply to: @Archie Cliffgate (@Alvilda (Tav: Helaena+)) > Her hand tightens in his hair, the burst of pleasure-pain making him groan into her ear as his hips grind forward more insistent... “Yes, please, Gods—“ she plants her other hand against his and shoves his hand down into her pants impatiently right to where she wants his fingers, to where she is slick and wet.

> Reply to: @Rhiannon Edain, TA (@Toffee (Rhiannon/Mathias)) > "You. Everything. Arch–ah," she gasps out, grinding backward against him. *She whimpers as he sucks on the tip of her ear, ha... Her hand tightens in his hair, the burst of pleasure-pain making him groan into her ear as his hips grind forward more insistently. “Hells, Rhi, can I-?” His hand lingers on the waistband of her underwear, keen to get her off, any way she’d like. “Please?”

> Reply to: @Archie Cliffgate (@Alvilda (Tav: Helaena+)) > ”Good,” he rumbles, pleased with just a hint of promise. His own hips roll forward, seeking the delicious plushness of her ass,... "You. Everything. Arch–ah," she gasps out, grinding backward against him. She whimpers as he sucks on the tip of her ear, hand clenching in his hair. "Gods, I missed you," she groans, rolling her hips. "Worked night and day so I didn't have to feel the emptiness."

> Reply to: @Rhiannon Edain, TA (@Toffee (Rhiannon/Mathias)) > *She groans, eyes fluttering shut as he teases her ears. Gods, he's never really paid much attention to her ears and what a way ... ”Good,” he rumbles, pleased with just a hint of promise. His own hips roll forward, seeking the delicious plushness of her ass, and fuck, he’s missed this, missed how needy she gets in the mornings, missed how her voice gets soft and breathy, still half caught in a dream. “Tell me what feels good,” he urges as his lips close around the tip of her ear again, testing what combination of suction and teeth gets the best response. His hand slides down the zipper of her hoodie, his hoodie, reaching in to squeeze fondly at her breast before gently pinching her nipple. “Fuck, but I missed you. So much. My Rhiannon…”

> Reply to: @Archie Cliffgate (@Alvilda (Tav: Helaena+)) > Her reaction is intoxicating. He resolves to make her gasp like that over and over again. He grins before nipping at her ear ... She groans, eyes fluttering shut as he teases her ears. Gods, he's never really paid much attention to her ears and what a way to wake up. "So well, now that I'm where I'm meant to be," she answers. She grinds her hips back against that lovely solid thing in his lap, need starting to grow between her legs.

> Reply to: @Rhiannon Edain, TA (@Toffee (Rhiannon/Mathias)) > *She jolts away with a frisson of shivers, hand flying up to tangle in his hair and a gasp, arching back into him. His morning w... Her reaction is intoxicating. He resolves to make her gasp like that over and over again. He grins before nipping at her ear again. A successful experiment, as far as he’s concerned. “Good morning, love. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” He absolutely did, but that’s neither here nor there. “How’d you sleep?” he asks innocently, as if he’s not biting her ear with his erection pressing into her ass.

> Reply to: @Archie Cliffgate (@Alvilda (Tav: Helaena+)) > He chuckles, ridiculously fond, and presses a line of kisses down the line of her neck. “Are you going to keep sleeping, love? ... She jolts away with a frisson of shivers, hand flying up to tangle in his hair and a gasp, arching back into him. His morning wood is present and she grins. "Mmmm, g'morning~" she murmurs, voice thick with sleep.

He chuckles, ridiculously fond, and presses a line of kisses down the line of her neck. “Are you going to keep sleeping, love? That’s alright, you’ve more than earned it.” He could just leave her be, let her sleep, perhaps doze a little more himself while holding her, but he’s curious… Her ears are so beautifully sensitive, her hearing too good, to the point of causing her discomfort. He’s teased her with kissing them before, but maybe… He starts with the lobe, gently sucking it between his lips before kissing up the shell towards the delicate tip, and nipping ever-so-gently at the sensitive cartilage with his sharp teeth.

Her ear twitches and she mumbles in her sleep.

Archie wakes in his favorite place in the world, holding his favorite person close. Even his tail stayed wrapped tightly around her, unwilling to let her go anywhere. His smile is buried in her messily braided hair as he thinks of what he finally got to tell her the night before. And even better, to have her say it, too. "I love you," he breathes into her ear, just because he can, now. Because he does, more than anything. It's such an indescribable relief to get to have this again, to get to wrap his body around hers, to fall asleep listening to her breathing, to wake up with the scent of her hair filling his nose. It feels right. He never wants to be without it.

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> Reply to: @Rhiannon Edain, TA (@Toffee (Rhiannon/Mathias)) > *His tail wraps around her leg and she feels a huge weight lift off her shoulders. It's not her appendage and yet it feels like ... He's smiling too much to kiss her properly, but gods damn it all, he'll give it his best shot. Rhiannon is everything, and she loves him too. "That might be a good idea," he admits, his rain-slick fingers brushing her rapidly cooling cheek. Between his infernal blood and thicker clothing, he's mostly fine, but she needs to get warmed up, and soon. "Let's get you warm and dry, yeah? And then bed sounds like heaven." At home. A place he's rapidly realizing isn't a room, even though he does love Rhiannon's, but a person. A space they create together. "Let's go home."

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> Reply to: @Archie Cliffgate (@Alvilda (Tav: Helaena+)) > She touches his face, and his heart stutters for a moment, then speeds up, every single beat for her. It has been for longer tha... His tail wraps around her leg and she feels a huge weight lift off her shoulders. It's not her appendage and yet it feels like it could be with how much comfort it brings her. And then he says it back and a blinding smile breaks across her face. She can't help but press forward and kiss him with that persistent smile. Archie feels like home and she thanks Lathander, Mystra, and the founding dragons of Strixhaven for everything that led them to here and now. She pulls back enough to rub her cold nose against his warm one. Blessed tiefling warmth. "Let's head home and warm up in the shower. Then crawl into bed and sleep for 12 hours."

> Reply to: @Rhiannon Edain, TA (@Toffee (Rhiannon/Mathias)) > Everything fades to a pleasant hum of just rain. *No admonishing voice. No goodbye. No 'I realized I didn't really need you a... She touches his face, and his heart stutters for a moment, then speeds up, every single beat for her. It has been for longer than he should admit. His tail wraps around her leg, where it belongs, pulling her closer even as his own hands touch her face like the precious, beloved person that she is. I will never not want you. That’s enough. So much more than he could ever hope for. More than he’d ever ask. His eyes widen almost comically as she says a deceptively simple sentence, one he’s been doing his best not to blurt out for tendays. He never, ever imagined her saying it first. In his more hopeful moments, he imagined her saying it _back_, yes, but not… Not this. Not this perfect imperfection, sheltered under another piece of her beautiful magic, and he loves her so much it might kill him and he’d welcome it. “Rhiannon, I…” Part of him’s still afraid of being too much. Too soon. The best thing that’s ever been hers. He wants to be hers forever. “I love you too. I love you so much, I’ve been terrified of screwing this up, of scaring you away, but you… you perfect, brilliant woman, you… you’re a bloody miracle,” he laughs, his heart so light he might float off the ground. “I love you, Rhi.”

> Reply to: @Archie Cliffgate (@Alvilda (Tav: Helaena+)) > Why won't he-? Because I love you, godsdamnit. "I should have told you," he agrees. "I'm so sorry, Rhi, I didn't..." _I don... Everything fades to a pleasant hum of just rain. No admonishing voice. No goodbye. No 'I realized I didn't really need you all that much.' Her heart clenches with an epiphany. She looks up at him and brushes the rain off his face. She casts prestidigitation with her other hand and a clear shell like an umbrella forms over the top of them, a giant, yellow-orange, translucent maple leaf. Rain continues to pour down on the top of it, a dull white noise that gives them quiet. Then she cups his face, leaning her head against his, and says, "Archibald Cliffgate, only I get to decide what I deserve, what I want. Not my mother, not the world, and not even you." She raises his face so she can look into those green eyes, a pair of eyes she adores. "You are the best thing that has ever been mine. I will never not want you." "I love you, Archie."

> Reply to: @Rhiannon Edain, TA (@Toffee (Rhiannon/Mathias)) > "Archie...I..." She frowns at his arm, freshly stitched and looking raw and angry. "You didn't screw up. Things happen, it...... Why won't he-? Because I love you, godsdamnit. "I should have told you," he agrees. "I'm so sorry, Rhi, I didn't..." I don't want to be a burden, either. You already deserve better, I can't be difficult on top of that. "It scares me, how much I missed you. How much you mean to me, already. How much I care what you think, how much I worry about you, especially when you aren't here." His good hand run through his hair in frustration. He can't tell her like this, she'd run away screaming, as she damn well should. You deserve so much better than me, Rhiannon. "It's been just over a month, and already you're the person I want to spend all my time with. The person I want to talk to before I go to sleep and see first thing in the morning. And that's terrifying, especially because your mother's right, you could do so much better, you should do so much better, and I'm scared one day you'll realize and..." You'll leave again. Go somewhere I can't follow, somewhere you don't want me to follow. "I don't want to be something holding you back. You deserve so much better than me."

> Reply to: @Archie Cliffgate (@Alvilda (Tav: Helaena+)) > It was probably inevitable she found out. Still, her hissed admonition, the word he's thought himself as he stared down at his ... "Archie...I..." She frowns at his arm, freshly stitched and looking raw and angry. "You didn't screw up. Things happen, it...it's okay. But you could have gotten really sick. Really, really sick. That would have really sucked." She misses his tail's embrace more than ever as it hangs limply in against the wet portal platform. She uses Prestidigitation to remove the blood from his sleeve and rolls it back down, buttoning it. She can't make herself look up at him because she knows he's just beating himself up. "You should have told me. You wanted me to tell you, share why I was so angry and upset. You wanted me to share that with you, so why...why won't you share your burdens with me?" That last question shouldn't hurt the way it does, but for some reason her eyes start to prickle with hot tears. Out of sight, out of mind. When she's not there, she's not important unless she's truly needed to fix something. She wants to be remembered, to be thought of. She wants to be wanted as strongly as she remembers others, thinks of others.

> Reply to: @Rhiannon Edain, TA (@Toffee (Rhiannon/Mathias)) > *She's getting irritated with the cold rain drizzling into her eyes and the fact that Archie is undoubtably right when she spots... It was probably inevitable she found out. Still, her hissed admonition, the word he's thought himself as he stared down at his phone, trying to find a way to tell her he fucked up, again, in the middle of one of the most important tendays of her grad school program... It hurts. It hurts a lot more than his arm. "It got infected a few days after you left," he admits, his voice defeated. "I tried to tell you when I called you, but that's no excuse. I didn't want to give you another thing to worry about." Her healing spell removes the worst of the throbbing pain her unknowing grip caused, and then a bit more, speeding up the healing of the injury. Her magic is just as beautiful as she is, and he hates her having to waste it on him. "I delayed going to the clinic for antibiotics because I was working too much, basically in the stables or asleep 24/7. I told myself it was because of Corvid leaving us short staffed, but it's because I missed you, and when I'm busy, I'm not constantly thinking about it." His head ducks, avoiding meeting her eyes. He's afraid of what he'll find there. Anger, of course, fear, perhaps, but resentment? Pity? Contempt? He couldn't bear it. "The scar's going to be worse, but I'll be off antibiotics in a couple of days. I'll be fine. I'm sorry. I should have told you. And I shouldn't have screwed up like this. "

> Reply to: @Archie Cliffgate (@Alvilda (Tav: Helaena+)) > A thesis? The prosthetic? "Is it more important than you taking care of yourself? Is it more important than you getting some fu... She's getting irritated with the cold rain drizzling into her eyes and the fact that Archie is undoubtably right when she spots something odd on his jacket sleeve as he gestures about. She rubs at her eyes again and then surges forward to gently take his arm. "Archie." She unbuttons the end of the work jacket and peels the sleeve back with a gasp. "You hypocrite!" she hisses, incensed and worried all at once, the fight and drive from before fizzling out and turning to lead in her stomach. "What is this?! What happened to your arm?! How did it get worse?!" Her eyes start to glow yellow and her lemon sage scent grows stronger as she holds his arm gently in one hand and casts Cure Wounds on the other to help fix whatever damage she just caused when she grabbed his forearms. -# I should have stayed. -# But he's a grown man. -# I should have stayed. -# He's not a child. -# He could have died and I wouldn't have told him. -# It's not that serious. -# But life is too short.

> Reply to: @Rhiannon Edain, TA (@Toffee (Rhiannon/Mathias)) > *She blinks through the rain falling, pushing her hair back out of her face. She takes her glasses off and rubs the rain out of ... A thesis? The prosthetic? "Is it more important than you taking care of yourself? Is it more important than you getting some fucking rest when you've been running on fumes and caffeine for a tenday?" The rain gets stronger still, strong enough it wouldn't be safe to take Kevin out no matter what, even if it wasn't dark. "Rhi, you can't keep doing this to yourself. And this, especially? It's not safe, it's dark, it's raining, you don't know Kevin very well, and one or both of you could get hurt. Let's wait. Just until tomorrow."

> Reply to: @Archie Cliffgate (@Alvilda (Tav: Helaena+)) > You interrupted the plan. His tail droops as she steps back, moves away, raises her voice. I'm screwing this up already. ... She blinks through the rain falling, pushing her hair back out of her face. She takes her glasses off and rubs the rain out of her eyes. "I finally have a thesis, Archie! I need to try it out, this is important!" She has a plan, a vision. Everything has changed. She see it so clearly, why can't he? -# handler note: She's forgetting she hasn't told him so of course he can't see it duh

> Reply to: @Rhiannon Edain, TA (@Toffee (Rhiannon/Mathias)) > *She bristles at that. She wanted him to be as excited about this as she is but he's clearly not in a place to be. Something's u... You interrupted the plan. His tail droops as she steps back, moves away, raises her voice. I'm screwing this up already. "I don't think you're insane. I've never thought you were insane." Rain begins to fall, just a few drops at first, then intensifying until it's soaking through his hair and doing its best to break through the water-resistant coating on his jacket. "I know you have a plan, but can't the plan wait until it's at least bloody daylight?"

It's cold, but not cold enough to snow. So instead, it starts to rain.

She bristles at that. She wanted him to be as excited about this as she is but he's clearly not in a place to be. Something's up, but she's really focused on making this happen. This is the linchpin for her thesis. The thesis he inspired her to decide on. "It might be insane to you, but I have a plan! I always have a plan! I jumped out of a window to go after Val because of that supposed insanity, but I had a plan. You interrupted the plan!" She steps back, frustrated. She needs space suddenly.

> Reply to: @Rhiannon Edain, TA (@Toffee (Rhiannon/Mathias)) > *She takes the prototype from him and places it on top of her luggage. Then she reaches for his forearms, gripping them with exc... The flinch is entirely involuntary, but he just barely manages to cover it. It just _hurts_, the still-mending flesh sore and tender to the touch, even with the antibiotics working as they should to bring the inflammation down and fight the infection. Rhiannon doesn't notice, and that almost hurts more. Her project matters more. Sending proof of it working to Pete matters more. It's petty, but that bothers him more than the accidental squeeze. "Rhi, it's fucking insane to go traipsing through the vet campus in the middle of the night to bug an axebeak that's only friendly half the time as it is. Pete can wait."

> Reply to: @Archie Cliffgate (@Alvilda (Tav: Helaena+)) > "Why are you so set on this? Rhi, he's been lame for six years, he can wait one night for you to get some rest and have a chan... She takes the prototype from him and places it on top of her luggage. Then she reaches for his forearms, gripping them with excitement. "I've had a huge number of espressos, that's why! And I want you to see it in action! Plus I want to send Pete video proof of it working right away—"

> Reply to: @Rhiannon Edain, TA (@Toffee (Rhiannon/Mathias)) > She puts her hands on her hips. She did not come all this way on five espressos to go to sleep immediately upon return. "Arch... "Why are you so set on this? Rhi, he's been lame for six years, he can wait one night for you to get some rest and have a chance to breathe." He's tired, too. Maybe not as worn out as her, but bloody exhausted between his arm paining him and sleeping worse without her there. He just wants Rhiannon and sleep, in that order.

> Reply to: @Archie Cliffgate (@Alvilda (Tav: Helaena+)) > Kevin's always been a bit of a night, err, axebeak, but that's not really the point here. "Rhi, babe, you need sleep. We _both_... She puts her hands on her hips. She did not come all this way on five espressos to go to sleep immediately upon return. "Archie. Please?" She tries to ask politely once more, but she is a woman on a mission. After all, he doesn't even know the whole of it yet.

> Reply to: @Rhiannon Edain, TA (@Toffee (Rhiannon/Mathias)) > She pays no mind to his wisdom and far too excited for any sort of reasoning. "Are you sure Kevin is asleep? Would he be inte... Kevin's always been a bit of a night, err, axebeak, but that's not really the point here. "Rhi, babe, you need sleep. We both need sleep, not to fiddle with a prosthetic in the dark and try to persuade a grumpy axebeak woken up from a nice nap to cooperate. Can't it wait until tomorrow?"

> Reply to: @Archie Cliffgate (@Alvilda (Tav: Helaena+)) > He frowns in confusion and a bit of concern. “Love, it’s 11pm. You said you’ve barely slept all tenday, wouldn’t you rather get... She pays no mind to his wisdom and far too excited for any sort of reasoning. "Are you sure Kevin is asleep? Would he be interested in running a bit?"

> Reply to: @Rhiannon Edain, TA (@Toffee (Rhiannon/Mathias)) > She slides back over to him, hands resting on his under the prosthetic. “Thank you,” she whispers, a little bashful. “Did ... He frowns in confusion and a bit of concern. “Love, it’s 11pm. You said you’ve barely slept all tenday, wouldn’t you rather get some rest?” He’d been looking forward for a chance to hold her, to tell her just how much he missed her, to apologize for screwing up with his arm. “Kevin’s going to be asleep, as will most of the rest of campus. The night shift started hours ago.”

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"Thesis advisor?" he echoes. "Damn, really? That's impressive!" He knows full well how much a professional connection like that can mean, even more so with his name attached to her thesis. "Congratulations, love," he tells her earnestly. She could do better. She deserves better. Someone who can support her properly, give her everything she could ever want.

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“Rhi, it’s good to have you back. It sounds like the internship went well. Looks like you have an external thesis advisor now, very good!” He drapes an arm over her and hugs her one-armed. “I think I’ll leave you two be. The magic of reunion is in the air.” He lumbers off after a pat to Archie’s shoulder in direction of Witherbloom’s orchards.

He hugs her and holds her by the shoulders, kissing each of her cheeks. “La belle, I have enjoyed our time together. You have been fantastique! I cannot wait to see the tests in action so do send them. Ma plus jeune cousine, I am very excited to help you defend your thesis. C’est magnifique!” He pats her cheeks and gives Halsin a handshake. Before he steps through the portal, he glances over at Archie with an unreadable expression and then he’s gone back through the portal.

Her face hurts from how much joy she has right now. She turns to find Pierre with his arms already open.

> Reply to: @Rhiannon Edain, TA (@Toffee (Rhiannon/Mathias)) > She beams at his response. “I can’t wait to put it on him. The initial tests were with a dummy of sorts. Pete said that they... "Of course, love, take your time." He kisses her temple one more time before stepping back, hefting the odd shape of the lightweight prosthetic easily. It's fascinating, really, so different yet so similar to ones he's seen for humanoid legs. It's a work of art, in truth. Not that he should have expected anything else from Rhiannon.

> Reply to: @Archie Cliffgate (@Alvilda (Tav: Helaena+)) > He blinks rapidly, but he doesn't cry, and that's something. Not in front of Halsin, and Rhiannon's sort-of boss. A niggling fe... She beams at his response. “I can’t wait to put it on him. The initial tests were with a dummy of sorts. Pete said that they don’t have any sort of rehab facilities or axebeaks in Waterdeep but we did manage to get a bear with a missing leg to try out a similar model. I’ve never done so much math in life,” she add with a laugh. “Will you hold it while I say goodbye to Pete?”

> Reply to: @Rhiannon Edain, TA (@Toffee (Rhiannon/Mathias)) > Her ears go a little pink and twitch. “Right! That’s right!” *She starts to tremble with excitement, a bit like someone turn... He blinks rapidly, but he doesn't cry, and that's something. Not in front of Halsin, and Rhiannon's sort-of boss. A niggling feeling at the back of his mind reminds him of the words of Rhiannon's mother, but no, he won't let that... woman ruin this, or anything else. "Thank you," he tells her, trying to fit all the gratitude he feels into those two simple words. "You're bloody brilliant, you know that?"

"Rhi, is this..." He's no mechanic, or artificer, or even a blacksmith like his Pop. He barely recognizes any of the component parts, it's never been his field. But the KEVIN stenciled down one side silences any doubts. "This is your prototype? You made this, for Kevin?" She'd spent her internship at one of the most prestigious engineering firms in Waterdeep, debatably the whole Sword Coast... making a prosthetic leg for his possibly brain damaged lame axebeak. His best friend, before he met Rhiannon. His best friend who'd decided to wingbird him by shoving him face first into the girl he definitely didn't already have a crush on at the time.

Her ears go a little pink and twitch. “Right! That’s right!” She starts to tremble with excitement, a bit like someone turned on her vibration setting. She surges forward and gives him a peck on the lips, with a whispered “Later.” “Archie, I have something to show you!” She turns and goes to Pierre, taking the package out of his hands. She turns to show him and unwraps the careful packaging on the odd shaped item. Slowly, a strange looking device that could be any number of robotic parts is unveiled. It’s a familiar looking color in white and covered in synthetic feathers. On the flank is a read-out of schematic information but the header text clearly reads The KEVIN Model. A slip of paper with a schematic design is underneath it, probably slipped in while being packaged up.

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> Reply to: @Rhiannon Edain, TA (@Toffee (Rhiannon/Mathias)) > *She gives a watery laugh and nuzzles into him, her hands sliding under his jacket so she can hug him closer. She’s thankful he ... He should probably care about the rest of the world. He doesn't, not particularly. He's holding the only thing that really matters. A somewhat pointed throat clearing does reach him through their little bubble, but he only lifts his head enough to look at Halsin questioningly. He hasn't consciously noticed Pierre there at all.

He clears his throat, so that Pierre doesn’t have to wait too long to return.

> Reply to: @Archie Cliffgate (@Alvilda (Tav: Helaena+)) > He puts her down, mostly so he can hold her without worrying about gravity getting any ideas, and buries his nose in the lemon-s... She gives a watery laugh and nuzzles into him, her hands sliding under his jacket so she can hug him closer. She’s thankful he left it unzipped and unbuttoned. She presses a kiss to his chest over his heart, something that feels very much like home. “I’m so happy to be back, right here. In these arms,” she whispers back. They are in their own bubble, their own universe.

> Reply to: @Rhiannon Edain, TA (@Toffee (Rhiannon/Mathias)) > *Her face lights up the moment she sees him but she can’t even react before he’s twirling her and she’s barking out a laugh of s... He puts her down, mostly so he can hold her without worrying about gravity getting any ideas, and buries his nose in the lemon-sage scent of her hair as his lips press to her temple. Hugging her feels like coming home, even when she's the one who's been away. Rhiannon is his home, and that thought isn't nearly as scary as it probably should be. "It's so good to have you back," he breathes into her soft skin.

“O-oh, he is well, Dr. Silverbough. He sends his regards and says to check your email.” -# [DC 15 Perception || The harengon seems to be blushing under his soft facial fur. ||]

He grins so broadly, one would think Rhiannon was his daughter. Archie’s love for her is a wonderful thing to behold. Then he turns to Pierre with a kind smile. “Well met, Pierre. How is Cieran?”

> Reply to: @Archie Cliffgate (@Alvilda (Tav: Helaena+)) > "Rhiannon!" Is it a bit silly to run forward and pick her up for a spin or two, especially with his arm still healing? Maybe. H... Her face lights up the moment she sees him but she can’t even react before he’s twirling her and she’s barking out a laugh of surprise. Her eyes water a bit with emotion; no one’s ever made her feel this important and loved. Gods, she loves him so much. She twines her arms around his neck and buries her face in his collar. “I missed you, too, honey.”

> Reply to: @Rhiannon Edain, TA (@Toffee (Rhiannon/Mathias)) > *Pete carries the prototype behind her as she steps through the portal and back onto Strixhaven campus. It even smells diffe... "Rhiannon!" Is it a bit silly to run forward and pick her up for a spin or two, especially with his arm still healing? Maybe. He's missed her so much he doesn't care one whiff. "Gods, I missed you, love."

Pete carries the prototype behind her as she steps through the portal and back onto Strixhaven campus. It even smells different here. Home. Her eyes immediately look for Archie.

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Archie's been there for a while already. Work knew not to expect him back for the rest of the day, so all he has to do is welcome Rhiannon home. Home being Strixhaven, obviously. Not him. Well, also him, hopefully? He nods at Halsin, a little awkwardly. He still doesn't quite know how to handle the overlap and contrast between his girlfriend's closest family member and one of his indirect superiors.

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The archdruid stands at the portal, idly scrolling through his phone. Despite being very in-sync with nature, it seems the old bear can learn new tricks and is enjoying all of the recent photos of Cheeto the cat posted by his colleagues. The artificer, his cousin, is due to arrive home to Strixhaven within minutes.

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His smile warms even more. He is still kicking himself for not putting the two of them in a room together sooner. "She's a resourceful one, that one. Nothing can stop her when she really wants something." He turns and looks at the vet tech. "You mean so much to her already, Archie. Don't forget to take care of yourself. And come find me if you need anything." He's about to walk off when he remembers the wince Archie made during Rhi's departure and he pats the young tiefling on the shoulder, casting Cure Wounds to help bolster whatever healing he might need. Then he's lumbering off into the distance, whistling a Winnie the Pooh song.

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> Reply to: @Halsin (@Toffee (Rhiannon/Mathias)) > He gives Archie a sympathetic look. He's seen that look on many a young lover. *He claps a large hand on Archie's shoulder an... ”I consider myself lucky to have the privilege.” He barely stops himself from calling Halsin sir. The wood elf told him simply Halsin would do within his first month on campus. “I just hope she’ll be alright.” His brow furrows as he looks at where the portal’s dissipated.

He gives Archie a sympathetic look. He's seen that look on many a young lover. He claps a large hand on Archie's shoulder and gives it a squeeze. "I'm glad she has you, Archie. She's needed someone for a long time."

> Reply to: @Rhiannon Edain, TA (@Toffee (Rhiannon/Mathias)) > For a moment, she pauses. Paralyzed by indecision. *Archie's voice from a previous memory, waxing poetic about her brilliance... "No goodbyes," he echoes, nodding. He stands there, a little dumbstruck, as the portal swirls, taking Rhiannon away. Well, that was certainly a kiss designed to last them for a tenday. He clears his throat and straightens the collar she yanked him in by, and tries not to think too much about the fact he's alone with the closest thing Rhiannon has to a father figure.

> Reply to: @Archie Cliffgate (@Alvilda (Tav: Helaena+)) > He smiles back, even if it's hitting him very all at once that Rhiannon is leaving, she's going to be far enough away he had t... For a moment, she pauses. Paralyzed by indecision. Archie's voice from a previous memory, waxing poetic about her brilliance gives her the push she needs. She hopes against hope they'll be ok. So she reaches over and grabs him by the collar, yanking him in for a searing kiss. When she breaks away, she whispers, "No goodbyes. I'll see you soon, honey. I'm just a phone call away." She gives him another peck and then turns away, takes Pierre's arm and nods at Halsin. And then she's stepping through the portal with her wheeled luggage.

> Reply to: @Rhiannon Edain, TA (@Toffee (Rhiannon/Mathias)) > "Yes!" She beams at Archie, proud to be his. "Archie is my boyfriend, talented in his own right." He smiles back, even if it's hitting him very all at once that Rhiannon is leaving, she's going to be far enough away he had to look up the surcharge for phone calls to Waterdeep. If he had his choice, she'd never be further away than he could see her every single day. "I'll see you soon, love," is all he says, stepping back, out of the way. "Enjoy Waterdeep."

> Reply to: @Archie Cliffgate (@Alvilda (Tav: Helaena+)) > "Ah, no, I'm just here to see her off," Archie answers, a bit self-consciously, as if he's doing anything wrong. He runs a hand... He gives Archie an appraising look. Whether or not its one of appreciation or calculation is anyone's guess. "Indeed. I will take very good care of our Rhiannon, rest assured." He turns to Rhiannon and offers her an arm, "Shall we?"

> Reply to: @Pierre de Roulle (@Toffee (Rhiannon/Mathias)) > "Ah, yes, but I wanted to escort our newest talent myself! We are very very thrilled to have you joining us for the next tenday... "Yes!" She beams at Archie, proud to be his. "Archie is my boyfriend, talented in his own right."

> Reply to: @Pierre de Roulle (@Toffee (Rhiannon/Mathias)) > "Ah, yes, but I wanted to escort our newest talent myself! We are very very thrilled to have you joining us for the next tenday... "Ah, no, I'm just here to see her off," Archie answers, a bit self-consciously, as if he's doing anything wrong. He runs a hand through his hair, still soft from the cream Rhiannon put in it, and has to fight down a wince because he used his bad arm, like an idiot. "I'm Archie, Rhiannon's boyfriend," he explains. "A pleasure." He shoots a concerned look towards Rhiannon, knowing she's not always comfortable with strangers touching her, but she'd never speak up when it's someone who's technically going to be in charge of her for the next tenday.

> Reply to: @Archie Cliffgate (@Alvilda (Tav: Helaena+)) > Archie nods in greeting to Halsin, but stands back, letting Rhiannon take the spotlight, as she deserves. His eyes briefly wide... "Ah, yes, but I wanted to escort our newest talent myself! We are very very thrilled to have you joining us for the next tenday!" He grasps both of her biceps and squeezes before releasing her. Then he notices Archie behind her. "Oh, hello? I don't believe we had any other interns this round? Was there some confusion? We're running the program at one intern every other tenday for the next year."

> Reply to: @Archie Cliffgate (@Alvilda (Tav: Helaena+)) > Archie nods in greeting to Halsin, but stands back, letting Rhiannon take the spotlight, as she deserves. His eyes briefly wide... "H-hello, Mr. de Roulle! Thank you for the opportunity, again. I didn't expect to see you so soon."

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Archie nods in greeting to Halsin, but stands back, letting Rhiannon take the spotlight, as she deserves. His eyes briefly widen when the harengon kisses her hand, but he watches Rhiannon’s reaction before doing anything. He wouldn’t dream of objecting unless she’s uncomfortable, but she seems… flattered, perhaps? Or a little embarrassed.

She has to let go of Archie's hand to accept Peter's in exchange for a handshake. Instead, he turns it and kisses the back of her hand. Her ears go very pink in response. -# @Alvilda (Tav: Helaena+)

He arches one brow, appraising, and sticks out lightly furred hand. "Ms. Edain, a pleasure."

"Archie! Lovely to you see you again. Pierre, Rhiannon Edain. Rhi, Pierre de Roulle."

As the ranger and artificer approach, the archdruid professor and a harengon man turn to greet them.

"...so then I going to send over Cieran— Rhiannon!"

> Reply to: @Archie Cliffgate (@Alvilda (Tav: Helaena+)) > I love you, I love you, I love you- He reaches for her hand and smiles, hoping the tinge of sadness doesn't show. "Let's go.... She took his hand and they had a death grip on each other the entire trek to the portal station.

> Reply to: @Rhiannon Edain, TA (@Toffee (Rhiannon/Mathias)) > "Me too, baby." *Her eyes flutter and she lingers, savoring this moment. When he pulls away, she takes a moment before opening ... I love you, I love you, I love you- He reaches for her hand and smiles, hoping the tinge of sadness doesn't show. "Let's go. It's time for you to go be bloody brilliant, yeah?"

> Reply to: @Archie Cliffgate (@Alvilda (Tav: Helaena+)) > One more kiss, sweet and lingering. Don't be needy. It's barely been more than a month. "I'm going to miss you." _Great job... "Me too, baby." Her eyes flutter and she lingers, savoring this moment. When he pulls away, she takes a moment before opening her eyes. Blue meeting green. She let's go and as she settles back to her heels, her hands slide down his shoulders to his chest. She presses a kiss to his heart. "You're right," she replies quietly and she smiles at him encouragingly, she hopes.

> Reply to: @Rhiannon Edain, TA (@Toffee (Rhiannon/Mathias)) > Her mask almost cracks at his question and how small he suddenly sounds, but she keeps it together. "If you want, of course, ... One more kiss, sweet and lingering. Don't be needy. It's barely been more than a month. "I'm going to miss you." Great job. "We should probably get going," he admits reluctantly.

> Reply to: @Archie Cliffgate (@Alvilda (Tav: Helaena+)) > ”I’ll try not to abuse the privilege,” he promises, smiling as he hears her allowing herself to be excited, to look forward to t... Her mask almost cracks at his question and how small he suddenly sounds, but she keeps it together. "If you want, of course, honey." She runs her knuckles over his cheek, trying to memorize his face. Ten days. That's it. They can do this. Why are they like this?! She thinks it best not to ask; that's a conversation to be had with a therapist.

> Reply to: @Rhiannon Edain, TA (@Toffee (Rhiannon/Mathias)) > “Either way, they’re stuck with me for the tenday.” She tries to focus on more interesting things, new experiences. “This is... ”I’ll try not to abuse the privilege,” he promises, smiling as he hears her allowing herself to be excited, to look forward to things. If he’s picked up an extra long shift or two just to have something to do so he won’t be stuck moping around, back alone in his own bed, well, the first proper round of seasonal flu was tearing through campus, and the manpower was needed. “You’ll tell me about it?” he asks, a hint of his own vulnerability shining through. Please don’t forget about me. Please don’t realize you could do so much better, that I’ll only hold you back.

> Reply to: @Archie Cliffgate (@Alvilda (Tav: Helaena+)) > He loves kissing Rhiannon. Every part of it, from the way she clings to him, to the soft sounds she makes, the feeling of her ha... “Either way, they’re stuck with me for the tenday.” She tries to focus on more interesting things, new experiences. “This is my first time in Waterdeep, I’m pretty excited…and nervous,” she adds with a soft laugh. She kisses him again with her smile, hoping to press it into place for him. Remember me, remember me, remember me. “I’ll text and call as often as I can. And I’ll pick up the phone when you call as long as I’m allowed to.”

> Reply to: @Rhiannon Edain, TA (@Toffee (Rhiannon/Mathias)) > “I’ll do my best, baby.” *She strokes over his jaw and kisses him ardently, trying to memorize every bit of it. She will feel ... He loves kissing Rhiannon. Every part of it, from the way she clings to him, to the soft sounds she makes, the feeling of her hands sliding into his hair. Ten days. “You’re going to do great,” he reassures her. “You’re too incredible to do anything else.” I love you. He’ll tell her when she comes back. Not now. Ten days. He can wait ten days.

> Reply to: @Archie Cliffgate (@Alvilda (Tav: Helaena+)) > ”I’ll do my best, if you promise to do the same,” he counters. Rhiannon gets stressed. Anxious. In her head. He doesn’t know ho... “I’ll do my best, baby.” She strokes over his jaw and kisses him ardently, trying to memorize every bit of it. She will feel like a starved woman over the next tenday. It will be hard, but it will be worth it.

”I’ll do my best, if you promise to do the same,” he counters. Rhiannon gets stressed. Anxious. In her head. He doesn’t know how a new environment and unfamiliar surroundings might impact her, but he worries it won’t be good. “Look after yourself, yeah? I need my girlfriend back in one piece so I can spoil her rotten and tell her just how much I missed her.”

The mask isn’t so hard to wear when you don’t have to pretend that you would trust your life in the hands of your boyfriend. “You couldn’t let down someone if you tried, Archibald Cliffgate. And even if you did, it wouldn’t be for lack of trying multiple times. Just…be safe, ok? I–“ she pauses, almost letting it slip. This isn’t the right time. She know’s that. “You deserve happy and healthy and thriving, just like your charges, mister.”

> Reply to: @Rhiannon Edain, TA (@Toffee (Rhiannon/Mathias)) > *She didn't want him to see her like this. Despondant and reluctant. She wants him to remember her as vibrant and bombastic. Opt... ”Yes, yes, I’ll be careful with it,” he promises lightly, gently tapping the bandage she changed just an hour earlier. “I’d never let you or Val down,” he swears, more seriously, as his forehead leans against hers. I love you. I don’t want you to go. “It’s just ten days,” Archie mumbles. “You’ll have far too much fun to worry about anything back here.” It’s probably healthy, right? Codependence is bad. He’s not supposed to need her around. He doesn’t. He just wants her to be. He’s perfectly capable of living on his own, but Rhiannon makes life so much brighter.

She didn't want him to see her like this. Despondant and reluctant. She wants him to remember her as vibrant and bombastic. Optimistic and full of life. So she flips the switch and hides the fear. Bottles it up. It's only for a little while. "You're right. You are the best handler I could hope for. There are no better hands than these that hold me." She pats his hands and then turns in his arms, winding her own around his neck. "Please remember to take care of your arm, baby. This is a very important arm. The person attached to it is in charge of my rabbit while I'm gone."

> Reply to: @Rhiannon Edain, TA (@Toffee (Rhiannon/Mathias)) > No, her heart yells petulantly. “Yeah, let me do my checks again.” *She reluctantly lets go of Val with a kiss to his no... "Don't worry, love, I'll take great care of him." His tail wraps around her before his arms, hugging her gently from the back. "Is there anything I can do?" They have plenty of time. Work won't expect him until well after her scheduled portal slot. He'd rather have time for one more hug than send her off in a hurry.

> Reply to: @Archie Cliffgate (@Alvilda (Tav: Helaena+)) > It's just a tenday, he tells himself in the days leading up to her departure. _She'll be back before either of us know it. I'l... No, her heart yells petulantly. “Yeah, let me do my checks again.” She reluctantly lets go of Val with a kiss to his nose and pulls the folded piece of paper out of her bag and goes through each item again. The paper is necessary this time because when she closes her eyes to concentrate, she’s met with flashes of Archie instead. “Ok, I think everything is packed.” Everything but you.

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> Reply to: @Rhiannon Edain, TA (@Toffee (Rhiannon/Mathias)) > “I going to miss you both so much,” she tells her beloved automaton. *Val nuzzles against her jaw as she tucks her face into ... It's just a tenday, he tells himself in the days leading up to her departure. She'll be back before either of us know it. I'll still talk to her every day. It'll be fine. The day comes, and he is decidedly not fine about her leaving. "Rhi, love?" he asks from the doorway, seeing her snuggling Val. "Are you ready to go?

“I going to miss you both so much,” she tells her beloved automaton. Val nuzzles against her jaw as she tucks her face into his fur.

-# @Alvilda (Tav: Helaena+)

“I know, honey bun, but this is a light trip. You’re gonna stay here with Archie.” She picks him up, and holds him close, hugging him like one might a toddler.

*Mmmrreppphh?” He raises up on his hind legs, paws leaning against her slacks.

The day has come for her departure. She…is terrified of what this means for her and Archie and she’s scared she’ll fail spectacularly. But she has to try. She has to prove she’s worth something. To herself. To the universe. Unfortunately this isn’t a hole the love of a good man can fill. She tugs at her turtleneck once more, rocking back and forth to calm herself.

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> Reply to: @Archie Cliffgate (@Alvilda (Tav: Helaena+)) > He's not surprised in the slightest Rhiannon's fondest of the colder seasons. "I've always liked spring more. It's lambing and ... They make their way to the door and she slips her yellow converse on. She shrugs into her coat and helps Archie ease his arm into the sleeve of his own coat. She pecks him on the nose and he chases her with a tickle to her sides before they are off to # Channel Not Found

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> Reply to: @Rhiannon Edain, TA (@Toffee (Rhiannon/Mathias)) > She smiles sheepishly and stretches. "Let's drive. That way you can relax a bit." *She slides out of bed and into some cute ... He's not surprised in the slightest Rhiannon's fondest of the colder seasons. "I've always liked spring more. It's lambing and calving season, you get to watch nature slowly wake up from its slumber," he muses as he shrugs into a simple pair of pants and one of the few flannels Rhiannon hasn't annexed yet. "But winter has its charms," he agrees, laughing at just how adorable that little beanie is. "Driving's fine, Daisy needs to be taken out once in a while without a crate of raccoons in the bed, yeah?"

> Reply to: @Archie Cliffgate (@Alvilda (Tav: Helaena+)) > He laughs, lifting his head enough to press a kiss to her cheek. "Well, there's my answer. I did promise you breakfast, didn't ... She smiles sheepishly and stretches. "Let's drive. That way you can relax a bit." She slides out of bed and into some cute little sweater knit loungewear she got last winter with Laena on her holiday trip to the Cresswells. A white cable knit pant and sweater combo. She pulls the tie out of her hair, shakes it out, and pulls a pom beanie over her sensitive ears. "I'm so glad its getting cold again."

> Reply to: @Rhiannon Edain, TA (@Toffee (Rhiannon/Mathias)) > "Like a dream," she replies. *And then her stomach protests that statement with a rumble which makes her cheeks and ears go p... He laughs, lifting his head enough to press a kiss to her cheek. "Well, there's my answer. I did promise you breakfast, didn't I?" I love you. "Benny's it is." It's with great reluctance he disentangles them enough to allow independent movement. He'd spend the rest of his life wrapped around her if he could. "Drive or walk?" It's a bit long to walk, but a bit short to drive, leaving both an option.

> Reply to: @Archie Cliffgate (@Alvilda (Tav: Helaena+)) > "Sore," he admits, sighing happily as she scratches his scalp. The tufted tip of his tail sways lazily back and forth, tickling ... "Like a dream," she replies. And then her stomach protests that statement with a rumble which makes her cheeks and ears go pink.

> Reply to: @Rhiannon Edain, TA (@Toffee (Rhiannon/Mathias)) > *It's about an hour later when he stirs and nuzzles into her chest and she grins. She brings a hand up to scratch at his scalp w... "Sore," he admits, sighing happily as she scratches his scalp. The tufted tip of his tail sways lazily back and forth, tickling her thigh. Now he's awake, the deep ache of the wounds is starting to set in. Ugh. Experience tells him distraction is the best way to manage it. Painkillers always make his head foggy. "How'd you sleep?" It's so damn hard to build up any motivation to move a single inch when where he is is quite possibly the best place in this plane or any other.

> Reply to: @Archie Cliffgate (@Alvilda (Tav: Helaena+)) > He wakes slowly. How could he not, with no alarms or direct sunlight or noise to wake him? Instead, he sleeps surrounded by his... It's about an hour later when he stirs and nuzzles into her chest and she grins. She brings a hand up to scratch at his scalp while she scrolls on her phone, reading some emails. "Good morning, it's just after 10am. How's your arm feeling?"

> Reply to: @Rhiannon Edain, TA (@Toffee (Rhiannon/Mathias)) > This time she wakes first. She did have more sleep on the books, even if it was broken into chunks. *She lies there, catalogu... He wakes slowly. How could he not, with no alarms or direct sunlight or noise to wake him? Instead, he sleeps surrounded by his favorite person in the world, her arms around him, the scent of her skin filling his nose, her chest his pillow. He always sleeps well in Rhiannon's bed, but this is the deep, peaceful sleep of true exhaustion, of his body demanding rest to heal. He can't remember the last time he slept this peacefully. Shit, he's more or less faceplanted in her tits. Ugh, does he have to move? That seems like a lot of effort, and he's feeling uncharacteristically lazy. "G'morning," he mumbles eventually, once the sun is high in the sky, his arms tightening around her waist for a moment. "Wha' time's it?" Every single time he gets to have this, the privilege of waking up in Rhiannon's arms, he wants it a thousand times more. Forever.

This time she wakes first. She did have more sleep on the books, even if it was broken into chunks. She lies there, cataloguing. The way his tail is still wound around her knee. The pattern on his horns and the way they shine or see matte in certain places. The spring of his curls, moisturized well. His wingtips and how they look a little softer than they initially appear to be. She blanket has slipped since they fell asleep to their legs, but she is no less warm thanks to his tiefling body temperature. She studies the way his tail curves from his back across his pert ass. She tries to memorize the pattern of ridges down the flat of it but comes back to the start. Such a nice ass. Moving on. So she looks down at his peaceful face. Smooshed against her boobs, adorable and sexy all at once. His lips are in full pout and he is breathing softly against her arm and breast. I love you, Archie. So much. Please don't let me break my heart or yours.

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> Reply to: @Rhiannon Edain, TA (@Toffee (Rhiannon/Mathias)) > “Personal weighted blanket,” she murmurs, kissing his nearest horn. *She’s quickly succumbing to sleep as well. This is the c... "Good," he mumbles back, sighing happily at her show of affection. He's asleep before another syrup-slow thought manages to form. If he had, it would be just three words. I love you. In his dreams, she says it back.

> Reply to: @Archie Cliffgate (@Alvilda (Tav: Helaena+)) > She can play with his hair anytime she wants, really. She's working in... some sort of product, he can smell its vaguely cosmeti... “Personal weighted blanket,” she murmurs, kissing his nearest horn. She’s quickly succumbing to sleep as well. This is the closest thing to heaven she can think of, his tail wrapped around her bare knee and his arms around her waist. Comfortably warm in their little cocoon.

> Reply to: @Rhiannon Edain, TA (@Toffee (Rhiannon/Mathias)) > She giggles quietly, adding a bit of product to her hands and getting to work on adding it to his curls. *She twirls each clu... She can play with his hair anytime she wants, really. She's working in... some sort of product, he can smell its vaguely cosmetic scent, feel the slickness of the hair she's already touched, but he's too damn tired to ask what or why. It just feels nice. I love you. His tail wraps around her knee, his arms winding around her shoulders as her clever little hands stay busy and he slowly drops closer and closer to sleep. "M'not crushing you?" he worries out loud, one of the last thoughts breaking through the fog of impending sleep. He is relatively heavy, and more or less his full weight is on her.

> Reply to: @Archie Cliffgate (@Alvilda (Tav: Helaena+)) > He blearily reaches for a pair of sweats to sleep in while Rhiannon putters around getting ready for bed, but his eyes keep stra... She giggles quietly, adding a bit of product to her hands and getting to work on adding it to his curls. She twirls each clump, working through his hair with care until a yawn is breaking free again. She wipes the rest of the product on the comforter and pulls it up around his shoulders.

> Reply to: @Rhiannon Edain, TA (@Toffee (Rhiannon/Mathias)) > She guides Archie to bed and once he’s sat upon it, she shuts the door. *She’s yawning now too as she walks about the room, ... He blearily reaches for a pair of sweats to sleep in while Rhiannon putters around getting ready for bed, but his eyes keep straying back to her, a soft smile curving his lips. It's normal, now, he's seen every part of this routine at least a dozen times, but it's still more special than anything. Getting to have this with her will always be special. He drops into her embrace happily, burying his nose in the calming lemon-sage scent of her skin. He doesn't immediately notice that she has anything in her hands. "Mmm, love the way you smell," he mumbles nonsensically. "Just as perfect as the rest of you."

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She guides Archie to bed and once he’s sat upon it, she shuts the door. She’s yawning now too as she walks about the room, pulling out fresh underwear, pulling the curtains shut, taking her medication. Then she’s climbing into bed with a small bottle of curl cream and lying there with open arms.

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She springs out of bed before she can even recall where the clinic is on campus and falls over trying to put her shoes on. She winces, hoping it didn't wake Mead and throws on some joggers, grabs for her glasses and bag, and sprints out the door. She remembers to lock the door behind her, but she sprints down the stairs instead of taking the elevator and takes off in a jog toward the # Channel Not Found

She wakes up again an hour or two later, restless. Archie doesn't work overnight shifts often apparently, but when he does she usually waits up for him. Well...usually as in the last two tendays. But that is neither here nor there. He had encouraged her to go to bed earlier tonight and not wait up for him because that sleep debt had started to creep up on her and she was falling asleep at her computer in the middle of the day when working on her computational math. He had walked in and found her face down on the keyboard. She sighs and pouts a little, rubbing her eyes on the sleeve of the hoodie she had stolen from him and slept in, hoping it would help with his absence. It was hard to sleep without him now. She had gotten spoiled. She reaches up to check the time and sees a few notifications with one from Archie. She's automatically swiping through them without a thought when she reads his last message. @Alvilda (Tav: Helaena+)

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> Reply to: @Rhiannon Edain, TA (@Toffee (Rhiannon/Mathias)) > *She smiles, flushed and oh-so-warm in his grasp. The thought that she’ll never be cold again crosses her mind and is hopeful th... He’s lost but a moment before she is. His lips part around a low, broken moan as every wave of her peak extends and enhances his own, until he captures her mouth in a desperate kiss. My sweet, beautiful Rhiannon. When his eyes open, it’s to her. Just her. I want to wake up next to her every day, for as long as she’ll let me. But if it was his choice alone? It’d be her. Forever.

She smiles, flushed and oh-so-warm in his grasp. The thought that she’ll never be cold again crosses her mind and is hopeful thing. More tinder for the spark of hope she is a little scared of consuming her whole. As if she wasn’t already on fire for him. She whispers against his mouth where they share air and her fingers become gently electric. She slips them against her clit and it only takes a few seconds and her mouth opens in a silent scream, one hand cupping Archie’s nape, as she comes around him, meeting him thrust for thrust. His ridges draw out every flutter and pulse of her walls as they clench around him so they can crash together.

> Reply to: @Rhiannon Edain, TA (@Toffee (Rhiannon/Mathias)) > "Do you want—*ah*—that, babe? Tell me, let me give you—*hah*— I'm yours, whatever you want, its yours." *She would need just a ... "Always," he breathes. "Always, love, always, you feel- mm, so damn good when you come around me." It's selfish, really. There's nothing, nothing like the sensation of Rhiannon clenching around him as he swallows her cries of pleasure with his mouth. "Please?"

"Do you want—*ah*—that, babe? Tell me, let me give you—*hah*— I'm yours, whatever you want, its yours." She would need just a little bit of a push, to get there, so she wedges her hand down to above where he slides in and out, slick and hot. She waits though, for what he wants. Her selfless to a fault, handsome, gentle hearted man.

> Reply to: @Rhiannon Edain, TA (@Toffee (Rhiannon/Mathias)) > *The ridges of his cock are rubbing in ways that are unbelievable. She wants this every morning, the selfish part of her vocal a... If Archie's ever able to refuse her anything... He won't be himself anymore. Obvious sign of demonic possession, to be quite honest. His rhythm stutters and then speeds up at her words, chasing his own pleasure in truth. Their foreheads press together as he's inches from losing himself, from the wonder, the privilege of being allowed, even encouraged to spill inside her, but he has one more thing he has to ask. "Do you want to come again?" he groans against her mouth. "I'm so close, babe, but I can- fuck, I can hold out for you if you want to- *gods...*"

The ridges of his cock are rubbing in ways that are unbelievable. She wants this every morning, the selfish part of her vocal and loud in her head and in her heart. "Honey, baby, my Archie," she continues to sigh and plead. She kisses him possessively, sucking on his tongue and slipping hers along his sharp teeth while her hands in his hair, roaming and scratching at his scalp. She could drown in him happily, relishing the feeling of being held tight by him. "Let go, baby. Let go."

> Reply to: @Rhiannon Edain, TA (@Toffee (Rhiannon/Mathias)) > *His love bites send pleasant zings through her, making her flutter around him as he drives home. The praise makes her heart sin... He's going to start to believe her someday soon if he's not careful. He wants to believe her so badly. Their bodies move together as the first rays of dawn begin to reach Strixhaven, their lips joined more often than not. It feels so perilously close to making love, their limbs entangled, their bodies pressed together, his tail wound tightly around her thigh, loving and possessive both. I love you, his kiss whispers. I love you, the hand gently, so gently brushing the hair out of her face says. I love you, his eyes cry as they meet hers. "Rhiannon," he gasps instead, over and over again. Just her. No one else. He'll be hers, no matter if he gets to have her in return. He's never been able to love anyone with anything less than all of his heart.

His love bites send pleasant zings through her, making her flutter around him as he drives home. The praise makes her heart sing and she thinks this is ruin—ruined for anyone else ever again, quite possibly. But she doesn't care. Nothing matters more than this moment, encouraging him to take, have her. Keep her, that tiny spark of hope whispers. "Yours, only yours— all yours, Archie—" she chants, sighing and whimpering as they rock together.

> Reply to: @Rhiannon Edain, TA (@Toffee (Rhiannon/Mathias)) > "Oh honey," she croons, her head leaning all the way back to give him access. *She tosses the condom behind her and cradles t... You can have it all. A dangerous thing to tell a man already on the brink. Let me give you whatever you need. His mouth closes around the soft skin of her throat, nipping just a little harder than he should, hard enough it'll leave a mark, just for the gorgeous sound she makes, he tells himself, not for the implicit claim. "I need you to be mine," he whispers against where the scent of her is most concentrated, lemon and sage and, right now, sex. "Like I'm yours." His grip on her thigh tightens as he fucks into her, dumbstruck once again by just how good she feels. "My sweet, beautiful girl," he groans. "So good for me, feel so good, always."

"Oh honey," she croons, her head leaning all the way back to give him access. She tosses the condom behind her and cradles the back of his head, urging his mouth forward. "We're safe. I have you. You have me. I am so ok. Take. Take whatever you need. You can have it all. Let me give you whatever you need," she whispers, voice husky with both low simmering arousal and lingering sleepiness.

> Reply to: @Rhiannon Edain, TA (@Toffee (Rhiannon/Mathias)) > She tightens her leg around his hip, reluctant to let him leave. He could if he really wanted to though. *The nervous edge to... "No, no, I just... I just wanted to make sure," he sighs against her jaw, his eyes squeezed shut as he tries to think despite the glorious tight, wet heat pulling him in, his every instinct screaming to take. "I want to make sure you're okay. You're safe. Just wanted-" He presses kisses down the line of her neck, groaning with desperate need. "Please, Rhi, fuck, tell me I can? I want- I want to fuck you so badly."

She tightens her leg around his hip, reluctant to let him leave. He could if he really wanted to though. The nervous edge to his voice makes her brow furrow. "Hmm, oh— I have an enchantment I wear. It's one of my hoops." She flicks her helix piercings and one of them stands out as particularly shiny. "No surprises meant here and I'd love to keep going, but if you'd rather a condom...?" She reaches up on the bookshelf gently so they don't move and lose their minds and grabs one from the pile they keep there now.

> Reply to: @Rhiannon Edain, TA (@Toffee (Rhiannon/Mathias)) > She’s still sleep warm and pliant. Still blissed out in her afterglow but she knows. She can tell. “I need you. Only you,” *s... His eyes flutter shut as she touches him, his forehead resting against hers as he gives a low, desperate groan. "Rhi, plea- _ah_..." His hips jerk forward involuntarily, burying him deeper inside her, and hells, she feels... Bliss. Heaven. His mind wipes blank as he moans into her mouth, his hand shifting to her thigh to give himself more leverage, but then one, single intrusive thought breaks through his sex-addled mind. He's not wearing a condom. She'd mentioned having an enchanted contraceptive, an earring, but he's always considered it simple good manners to never assume, to share the burden of being safe and responsible. She's still half asleep. She's not thinking. She's acting on pure instinct, pure need, not making rational decisions. Very, very reluctantly, his hips still, his resolve wavering for a moment as her cunt flutters around him. "Rhi, do you- _fuck_, are you wearing your contraceptive? Do you need me to pull out and grab a condom?"

She’s still sleep warm and pliant. Still blissed out in her afterglow but she knows. She can tell. “I need you. Only you,” she says as she smooths a hand down and over his straining erection. She pulls it free of his underwear and gives it a few lazy pumps. She keeps kissing him, languid and unhurried as she hikes a leg over his hip and guides him, pulls him into her with a pleased sigh. “Archie, take what you need. Please.”

> Reply to: @Rhiannon Edain, TA (@Toffee (Rhiannon/Mathias)) > “Not always. I…usually somnophilia is about the other person taking what they need while you are asleep. And I’ve really only ha... ”This was what I needed,” he tells her, sighing into her kiss. “Making you come like that is a reward of its own.” Archie chuckles as her fingers run through the mess she’s made of his face, leaning in to kiss her again with a satisfied hum. “I’m never, ever going to complain about that,” he swears. She’s still in just his t-shirt, ridden up so it barely covers her navel, still an utter, glorious mess that he made of her, and she’s so damn beautiful he can’t stand it. His kisses turn just a little hungrier as his own need returns with a vengeance, but _fuck_, he can’t assume, he can’t. “What do you need, love?” His voice is husky with desire, his eyes dark as they meet hers. I want you so badly it hurts.

> Reply to: @Archie Cliffgate (@Alvilda (Tav: Helaena+)) > He squeezes her hand back, smiling with a gentle affection that’s incongruous with the mess still covering his face, her thighs,... “Not always. I…usually somnophilia is about the other person taking what they need while you are asleep. And I’ve really only had one other partner who I trusted with this.” She hums under his affections, a lazy smile on her lips as she captures his mouth in an equally lazy kiss, tasting herself on his tongue. “Oh baby, I’ve made a right mess of you,” she remarks, rubbing through his stubble along his cheek.

> Reply to: @Rhiannon Edain, TA (@Toffee (Rhiannon/Mathias)) > *She jerks and whimpers as he sucks a new mark on her thigh. The jolt makes her clench again and she twitches, squeezing his han... He squeezes her hand back, smiling with a gentle affection that’s incongruous with the mess still covering his face, her thighs, and a bit of the bed. “Of course, love.” His own (plentiful) arousal is ignored in favor of wrapping his whole body around Rhiannon’s, holding her close as her heartbeat begins to slow. Mindblowing. Archie presses a kiss to her neck, too softly to be anything than a display of affection. “I can see why you like it,” he mumbles in her ear. “Is it always that intense for you?” If so, he’d happily wake her up with his mouth every single day if she’d let him. Even if either their sleep or their work or both were likely to suffer for it. I love you. The words linger on his tongue, and he almost says it, but… no, not now. Not yet. It’s not the right time yet.

She jerks and whimpers as he sucks a new mark on her thigh. The jolt makes her clench again and she twitches, squeezing his hand in the process. “Archie,” a love-filled, saccharine sigh is all she can offer for a moment. She blinks, trying to regain her senses and looks down at him. “I…” Iloveyou. I love you. I love you I love you I love you I— “I want to hold you. That was mindblowing.” She tugs on his hand to try and draw him up and over her.

> Reply to: @Rhiannon Edain, TA (@Toffee (Rhiannon/Mathias)) > He pushes all the right buttons and says the very thing that is her hairpin trigger. *She comes with a wail, cutting off the ... If he grins in triumph as he licks her through her orgasm, a little proud of himself, well… he’s only mortal. His mouth shifts to her thigh once her tremors cease, biting down on the soft flesh to leave a mark right next to the one rapidly fading. Mine, the most primitive part of him insists. No one else’s. I’m hers and she is mine. Somewhat belatedly, he wipes the back of his hand over his face, mostly managing to spread the mess she’s made of them both further. She’s so fucking beautiful when she lets go like that. “How are you feeling?” His voice is low, far more suited to the early hour than her cries of pleasure. He reaches for her hand with the one least coated in her come, seeking the reassurance of the gentle touch of fingers laced and palms pressed together. Was this okay? Was it as good for you as it was for me? Can you please make that sound every time you come? Because I’ll never be able to forget it.

He pushes all the right buttons and says the very thing that is her hairpin trigger. She comes with a wail, cutting off the noise with clenched teeth as she barely remembers its early morning and they are in a suite of dorms. It's intense and her vision whites out as she slumps to the bed and her back arches, body taut as her walls clench around his fingers like a vice. Her legs shake and if she was capable of being aware, she'd realize she's flooded his face and the bed. But she's not aware because she is a limp noodle.

> Reply to: @Rhiannon Edain, TA (@Toffee (Rhiannon/Mathias)) > *One moment she’s dreaming that Archie is between her legs, drawing out and edging her brilliantly. And the next, awareness is s... She’s whining, swearing, grinding herself against his face with the leverage given to her by her hands wrapped around his horns, and fuck if she isn’t the sexiest thing he’s ever seen. She’s not quite there yet, but he can feel her getting close, can see the need in her eyes, hear it in every choked moan. Archie keeps going. He’s been called stubborn as a goat more than once, a quip about his horns, perhaps, but he’s never seen the harm in adopting a few of the animal’s more admirable traits. His mouth leaves her clit for just a moment, just long enough to look her in the eye. “Good girl, just like that. Are you going to come for me, love? I think you are.”

One moment she’s dreaming that Archie is between her legs, drawing out and edging her brilliantly. And the next, awareness is slamming into her as her core continues to burn molten hot. “Huh-nnggghhh, Archie, Gods” comes out raspy with sleep and ends on a whine. She shoots up and grabs his horns on instinct as he looks her directly in the eyes, sucking at her like it’s his fucking job. “Fuck, fuck, fuck—“

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I’m right here. Hells, if he wasn’t turned on already, hearing her moan part of his name would do it. Even in her dreams, he’s the one doing this to her. His free hand reaches up to lace together with hers as his mouth and fingers speed up, keen on watching her fall apart, for him, because of him. A soft moan falls past her lips as her walls flutter around his fingers, her brow furrowed in pleasure or confusion or both. That’s it, love. You can do it. Are you going to come for me, Rhi?

Her dream turns pleasant. Very pleasant. "Arch..." she moans in her sleep, hands twitching along with her thighs.

The lack of direct response, of the feedback he usually gets from her voice, her hands, is a bit strange, but her body... her body tells him plenty. The faint tremble of her thighs under his hands tell him. The pooling moisture coming from her core tells him. Even her toes, slowly curling and uncurling, tells him. He starts slowly, but soon his tongue is circling her clit as two fingers slip inside her. Come on, sweet girl...

She twitches in her sleep and sighs.

> Reply to: @Rhiannon Edain, TA (@Toffee (Rhiannon/Mathias)) > She mumbles in her sleep. Something about the effects of fireball and time magic to make nuclear fission happen. He has to stifle a chuckle at just how damn adorable Rhiannon's occasional talking in her sleep is. Hopefully he can turn her sleeping mind away from the intersection of magic and science. "Beautiful," he breathes against the skin just below her navel. Even if she isn't awake to hear them, he'll never stop lavishing her with compliments. Rhiannon is still dead to the world as he carefully rolls her underwear down her legs and tosses them off... somewhere, what does it matter, because now he has the gorgeous expanse of her inner thighs to cover in kisses. There's only one small, fading mark from his mouth there, inches from her cunt, and that's completely unacceptable to the point where he has to consciously restrain himself from sinking his teeth into that soft, delicate skin and leaving a mark that'll last for tendays. Not yet. Instead, he spreads her legs further and licks a gentle stripe up the length of her folds, groaning softly at her taste bursting on his tongue.

She mumbles in her sleep. Something about the effects of fireball and time magic to make nuclear fission happen.

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He's never going to get used to how wonderful it feels to wake up wrapped so tightly around Rhiannon it's hard to tell where she ends and he begins, and what does it matter, anyway? It's very early, still, not even the first rays of dawn peeking through the closed blinds, but he expected that when they fell asleep by 9pm. One of them's kicked off the comforter most of the way at some point, but Rhiannon had compensated for the loss of warmth by moving closer, using him as her personal heating pad. There's really only one downside to how much they both enjoy falling asleep tangled up together, and it only really counts as a downside in his book if they're both too busy to act on it. Rhiannon's incredible ass is pressed tightly against his groin, his fingertip just barely grazing her nipple where his hand is splayed across her chest, and _hells_, he's only mortal. She said you could. She said she enjoys it. His hand moves to cup one perfect breast properly, his thumb working her nipple just because he can, just because he wants to, just because it makes Rhiannon's ass rock backwards in her sleep, rubbing against his rapidly-intensifying arousal. A spark of curiosity is lit as he wonders just how far gone he can get her before she wakes up. Could she come without waking up? Fuck but he wants to find out. He gently guides her onto her back and presses a lingering kiss to the soft skin between her breasts, that her shirt (his shirt) has ridden up enough to bare.

She's shifted in her sleep to be the little spoon, Archie's shirt riding up and his hand splayed across her stomach, her sternum. She went to bed with no pants, just her underwear and one leg is kicked up at the knee. The other is stretched out along Archie's own and his tail is wrapped around her ankle. She is out cold, clinging to the other arm her head is pillowed on where it wraps over her shoulder and down her chest.

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His breath hitches as Rhiannon's hand trails appreciatively over his chest, as she suggests going stargazing. "That sounds like a great plan." Down, boy. You basically just let go of her. They do have to leave the bedroom at some point, right? Thankfully, Rhiannon seems to agree, even if she seems as regretful about it as he is. There's always later.

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Hearing him talk shop about car parts should not get her hot and bothered, but it does. She saunters over and finger walks up his now clothed chest. "Maybe we can take her our stargazing sometime, setup a portable mattress in the truck bed." She should stop touching him or they will never leave this room...so she reluctantly trails her hand over his stomach to his hand and pulls him out the door. # Channel Not Found

”Nah, she’s more like a member of the family. Fixed her up with my Pop back when I was just a kid myself. She’s an old F100,” Archie finally explains. “Sixty-four I think? But we changed out all her guts more or less. I take good care of her, she takes good care of me. Even if she spends more time parked than driving these days.”

> Reply to: @Archie Cliffgate (@Alvilda (Tav: Helaena+)) > ”Perfect.” Archie regrets every inch of space between them, but sees the sense in it, too. He loves touching her too much to _n... “Daisy, huh? Your other girlfriend?” She smirks, teasing him while she pulls on her outfit for hiking and then pulls her hiking boots out from under the bed.

> Reply to: @Rhiannon Edain, TA (@Toffee (Rhiannon/Mathias)) > "Let's walk over to your place and while you're getting changed, I'll grab our provisions from Firejolt?" ”Perfect.” Archie regrets every inch of space between them, but sees the sense in it, too. He loves touching her too much to not do it if it’s an option. “So the best place is maybe half an hour away by car. And I’m realizing I haven’t introduced you to Daisy, yet.”

"Let's walk over to your place and while you're getting changed, I'll grab our provisions from Firejolt?"

That doesn’t sound half bad. “You’re right,” Archie admits with a sigh. There’ll be other chances to hold her like this. He reluctantly lets go of Rhiannon and slips out from under the covers, glancing at a clock on her desk as he does. Damn, it’s past 1pm. “Are you hungry, love? We could grab lunch on the way to the orchard if you’d like.”

Her goes pink and she buries her face in his throat. "Stahhhpppp," comes a muffled plea that is clearly half-hearted. They lie there and hold each other for a while. "Ughhhh, if we don't actively get out of bed, we'll be here all day just staring at each other."

> Reply to: @Rhiannon Edain, TA (@Toffee (Rhiannon/Mathias)) > She wraps her arms around his neck to play with his hair, grinning at the tail tickling up and down the back of her leg. "I f... Said face splits in a happy grin at the compliment. His tail thumps happily against Rhiannon's calf. "I don't think I'll ever not want to kiss you, Rhi. My brain might have been permanently rewired when I met you. And for the record, your face is just as utterly beautiful as the rest of you."

> Reply to: @Archie Cliffgate (@Alvilda (Tav: Helaena+)) > Apple picking. "I'd love that. But only on the condition I still get to take you out this end-of-tenday. I'll just have to th... She wraps her arms around his neck to play with his hair, grinning at the tail tickling up and down the back of her leg. "I feel it is my duty and obligation as your girlfriend. But as someone who likes your face a whole whole lot and wants to kiss you all the time, it would be an honor."

> Reply to: @Rhiannon Edain, TA (@Toffee (Rhiannon/Mathias)) > "Maybe we can go on that date? I haven't had a chance to get much fresh air at all minus the whole jumping out of the window thi... Apple picking. "I'd love that. But only on the condition I still get to take you out this end-of-tenday. I'll just have to think of something else for us to do, yeah?" He started a list shortly after meeting her. Ice skating is near the top, especially once the weather turns colder.

> Reply to: @Archie Cliffgate (@Alvilda (Tav: Helaena+)) > He taps his chin thoughtfully, but his smile somewhat ruins the picture. "Hmm, I'm not sure. This is pretty nice. You know, get... "Maybe we can go on that date? I haven't had a chance to get much fresh air at all minus the whole jumping out of the window thing..."

He taps his chin thoughtfully, but his smile somewhat ruins the picture. "Hmm, I'm not sure. This is pretty nice. You know, getting to hold my girlfriend close. I do like that a lot. Other than that..." Archie glances out the window. It's a lovely day out, if past noon by now. "Is it an utter stereotype if I say I'd like to go outside? We could go for a walk, or bring a blanket and camp out somewhere. Get some fresh air, build up a bit of an appetite..." He squeezes her hip, more playful and fond than with any real intent behind it. "But honestly, love, as long as I'm with you I'm happy doing almost anything."

She blinks and looks up with probably the puppiest eyes in the land "All day? What do you wanna do?"

"Nah, they'll live without me for a day. I texted Bryn while I was making breakfast, he said they've got it. I, uh... have quite a lot of PTO saved up, so it's not a problem." Archie really only uses it to go home to see his family, and only that for holidays, really. HR sent him a testy email about him having surpassed the limit of PTO that could be paid out at the end of the year at least once a quarter. "I'll be back bright and early tomorrow. But today, I'm all yours."

“Am I keeping you from important stuff? Do you have animals to feed or keep an eye on?” She suddenly feeling guilty for keeping Archie from work. What if Kevin is starving? What if he escapes? She nervously runs a thumb over his chest ridges.

"A very nice dream, then." His hand brushes a stray lock of hair back behind her ear, savoring this moment. Hopefully the first of many.

She snuggles deep into this arms and lazily kisses back. “Mmmm am I awake? I’m not sure this isn’t a dream.”

"Hi," he whispers back, ducking his head to press a gentle kiss to her lips. "How did you sleep?"

Another hour passes and her ears twitch, listening for sounds as she wakes up. She blinks, registering the hand on her boob with a smile. She is loathe to deprive the man of titty, but she wants to move so she turns in his arms. “Hi, love,” she whispers.

His smile softens and turns unbearably fond. Her ears twitch. Archie just holds her closer and lets her sleep. They have time.

She mumbles in her sleep, still dead to the world. Her ear twitches next to his face.

He wakes up smiling, from soft, half-formed dreams of happiness and comfort and home. Sometime in his sleep, one of his hands had migrated from Rhiannon's waist to gently gripping her breast. Archie's too sleepy and happy to care. "Hello, love," he whispers, and presses a kiss to the soft skin below her ear. "Do I say good morning, or good afternoon?" He has no idea how long they slept. It doesn't matter, either, and that feels... utterly wonderful. It's so much easier to relax and simply be with Rhiannon.

His whole body curls around Rhiannon's, happy to sacrifice a numb arm or risk a mouth full of hair to be this close to her. Archie pulls her close, his arms wrapped around her, his legs tangling with hers. The lemon-sage scent of her hair fills his senses as he buries his face in the back of her neck. Her breath is already turning slow and deep with sleep, but he's not far behind her. This feels like home, his half-asleep mind muses.

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She rolls over to make room for him and pulls a fresh blanket out from under the bed. “Tangled up with you, any way I can, works for me, hon.“ *She slips under the sheet and blanket and watches him shuck his pants. He’s gonna have to carry or stash some overnight clothes here, she thinks absentmindedly as her eyelids droop.*```

He smiles, hopelessly fond, at the sight and sound of her adorable yawn. Able to actually see, and without the haze of desperate desire clouding his mind, it's easy as anything to navigate to Rhiannon's door, the handle pushed open with his elbow. "Would you mind terribly being little spoon?" Archie asks conversationally as he sets her down on the edge of the bed and shrugs off his shirt. "I'm fine any way I get to hold you, though."

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He fucking winks at her. Once he's out in the kitchen, she jumps on her bed and starts silently screaming because did she win the fucking lottery or what???? She bounces off the bed and onto the floor, vibrating again and a little shaky this time from lack of blood sugar, and finds a hoodie and some shorts. Then she strips the bed and puts her spare set of sheets on it, before setting the other pile to the side. She swallows down a spare tablet of her crushed and pulverized anxiety mixture and then taps the tiny mechanized spider on the shelf. It whirs to life and chitters. Soon there are a dozen mechanized spiders chittering and whirring as they clean and tidy, water and tend her plants, and one even brings her glasses to her. "Thank you," she takes them and puts them on so she can watch the ~~Archie~~ the penguins from across the room better. # Channel Not Found.

> Reply to: @Rhiannon Edain, TA (@Toffee (Rhiannon/Mathias)) > Yes, that we climb right back into that bed and you help me break it. *She flushes a little and rubs her shoulders, bashful a... ”I’ll see you there, then.” He doesn’t kiss her, because he knows he wouldn’t stop at just a chaste peck or a brief show of affection, and she really does need to eat something. But he does wink at her before whistling softly on his way towards the kitchen in the # Channel Not Found.

> Reply to: @Archie Cliffgate (@Alvilda (Tav: Helaena+)) > ”I’ll do my best to see my artificer adequately fed and caffeinated at all times,” he teases, but doesn’t let go of Rhiannon bef... Yes, that we climb right back into that bed and you help me break it. She flushes a little and rubs her shoulders, bashful again. "No, no. I am looking forward to it," she adds with a grin she can't keep from her face. Her cheeks are starting to hurt.

> Reply to: @Rhiannon Edain, TA (@Toffee (Rhiannon/Mathias)) > She grins. “Oh that is crucial. An artificer runs mostly on coffee. Must keep your artificer properly caffeinated at all times... ”I’ll do my best to see my artificer adequately fed and caffeinated at all times,” he teases, but doesn’t let go of Rhiannon before one more kiss to her cheek. His own coffee tends to be taken black out of nothing more than practicality turned habit, but if Rhiannon wants enough milk and sugar it’s barely recognizable as coffee at all, she shall have it. He quickly pulls on his clothes, an easy task as he never wears anything complicated, but the way Rhiannon, still mostly naked herself, lets her eyes linger on his torso and backside is pretty flattering. “Pancakes and coffee coming right up, m’lady. Unless there are any other requests?”

She grins. “Oh that is crucial. An artificer runs mostly on coffee. Must keep your artificer properly caffeinated at all times,” she replies. “I drink it with 2 sugars and enough milk so that it’s the same color as your skin,” she adds cheekily though correctly.

> Reply to: @Rhiannon Edain, TA (@Toffee (Rhiannon/Mathias)) > Hunger pain pangs uncomfortably and she winces. "I guess we should eat," she concedes while stretching above him. *She sli... He is so unbearably fond of her already, every tiny little thing she does beautiful and perfect because it’s Rhiannon. The fact she’s magicking away the mess they made, with a mark from his teeth still prominent on the underside of her breast, well… he never claimed not to be a little primitive. But the care and attention she shows to something as unimportant as his clothes, simply because they’re his… Archie blinks away a wave of emotion as he runs a hand through the damp, tangled mess of his hair, finally managing to get out of the damn bed. “Thank you,” he tells her sincerely, pressing a kiss to her temple. “Now, I have another crucial question.” He pauses for effect, his smile too fond for it to be anything but a tease. “How do you take your coffee?”

Hunger pain pangs uncomfortably and she winces. "I guess we should eat," she concedes while stretching above him. She slides off him and waves a hand, flexing her fingers absentmindedly, to whisk away the mess, but leaves the condom to him to deal with. She finds a fresh pair of underwear and slips them on. Then she finds his shirt, underwear and pants, laying them out on her chair with care and performing a more concentrated versions of prestidigitation. His smell of pine blooms in the air immediately and she sniffs appreciatively.

> Reply to: @Rhiannon Edain, TA (@Toffee (Rhiannon/Mathias)) > She lies down on his chest once more and kisses him right after he finishes his last work. "Shhhhhh, honey," *she coos agains... ”We should,” he agrees, smiling like a fool as she kisses his face with the simple affection of someone who cares. “I just… want to make sure you’re okay. It’s one of those treating you like you deserve things, yeah? If it was up to me we wouldn’t leave this bed until we both starved.” Archie ducks his head just enough to catch her lips again, humming happily against her mouth. Maybe everything else can wait a little. Maybe he can just hold his girlfriend close, and kiss her simply because he wants to, and that’s enough right now. Savor the moment. You have time.

> Reply to: @Archie Cliffgate (@Alvilda (Tav: Helaena+)) > ”I hope I never get used to your magic,” Archie muses as he sets the empty glass aside on the bedside table. “It’s… really impre... She lies down on his chest once more and kisses him right after he finishes his last work. "Shhhhhh, honey," she coos against his lips. He's thinking about literal syrup and she is feeling like literal syrup. "If you are calling out of work, we should nap after," she suggests while peppering his face with kisses."

”I hope I never get used to your magic,” Archie muses as he sets the empty glass aside on the bedside table. “It’s… really impressive, Rhi.” There are probably better words, smarter words, better ways to compliment his girlfriend or explain the thrill and awe he feels watching her turn a simple bar of soap into so much more. “How are you feeling?” he asks after one more kiss to her temple, he can’t, he won’t stop kissing whatever part of her is closest. “I could get the shower running for you while I get started on those pancakes? Or I could get you a snack, you should probably get some sugar in your system.” If he’s tired, she has to be exhausted. Not that he can bring himself to regret a single moment. Still, he’ll prepare better for the aftermath next time. There’ll be a next time.

She groans pitifully as she sits up to rest on his stomach upright, his soft cock having slipped out on her way up. A tired but pleased smile breaks across her face as Archie reaches down curiously and grabs the glass, handing it to her. She drinks half before insisting he drink the other half, which he does.

The Tiny Soap Servant opens the door before springing back down to the floor. You can hear the sounds of the tap running and ice cubes hitting a glass before the small suction cup noises of its legs moving across the floor. Then it reappears, moving much more slowly with a glass of water balanced on its flat soapy head. It comes to stop at the edge of the bed.

She lays her head back down on his chest and yawns, trying hard not to fall asleep. She blinks and furrows her nose, ears twitching, trying to hear.

He laughs and presses a kiss to her forehead. "Don't worry, love, I make fantastic pancakes. My pop taught me. But how about a glass of water for you, first?" Another way magic would be useful... He's loath to let go of her, but he can always hold her later. Looking after his girlfriend comes first. I do really like the sound of that.

Her stomach chooses that moment to rumble very loudly and she goes very pink. "I...could eat some pancakes."

"I promised to make you pancakes, didn't I?" But for now, it's time to just hold her, for as long as she'll let him. And if that's forever, so be it.

> Reply to: @Archie Cliffgate (@Alvilda (Tav: Helaena+)) > "Oh, gods, Rhi, how are you this, how-?" His words cut off in favor of a hoarse groan as Rhiannon's peak drags him down with... She looks at him and looks at him...and looks at him. It's hard to focus her eyes. "What...?"

"Oh, gods, Rhi, how are you this, how-?" His words cut off in favor of a hoarse groan as Rhiannon's peak drags him down with her, her gorgeous cunt gripping him like a vice as she comes, again, was that four? This wonder of a woman... How is he supposed to want to ever do anything but this? Be with anyone but her? What does the outside world matter, when their little bubble has the two of them and the relationship they're both hurtling into headfirst but enjoying every second of the ride? Rhiannon Laurea Edain. She turns boneless in the aftermath, her body draped across his, her still-rapid breaths tickling his cheek. His hands stroke her back, her shoulders, her hair, slow and soothing while she comes back to herself. When she finally lifts her head, he smiles and strokes a messy lock of hair out of her beautiful eyes. "I guess I should call off work, huh?" he muses out loud.

He pulls her down to hold her, wrap those strong arms around her, and she's grateful for it because the fourth one slams into her like a punch to the gut when he plants his feet and starts to thrust up to meet her. Her walls flutter and clench around on him frantically as her mouth falls open in a silent scream with their foreheads tipped together and she bucks wildly. She's almost certain she would have blown apart without him holding her together. She can barely hold herself up with her forearms on either side of his head.

Rhiannon is magnificent, Rhiannon is fierce, Rhiannon is greedy when it comes to chasing her pleasure, riding him like she needs this as much as he does. Archie can't get enough of her, might not ever get enough of her, and it's fast, so fast, but he doesn't even care, he doesn't, not when it's this good, not when it's this right. He's always had a big heart, always cared too easily, too deeply. He tries not to give his affection to people unworthy of it. Rhiannon is worthy of it. Is Archie lost already? Perhaps. Does he worry? Not particularly. Instead, he simply holds his lover closer, closer, closer, riding the train to sweet oblivion together.

She shivers with the intensity of it after so many orgasms. She's so so sensitive. And then he's kissing her like she's everything and she wants to cry, its so good. She wraps her arms around his torso and peppers kisses over his collarbone, his throat, his voicebox as she wiggles and adjusts. Once she feels the feeling subside a little, she starts rock gently, gasping at the feeling of those ridges rubbing in just the right way. Then she leads up and start to speed up, riding him hard and chasing the feeling. This is addictive; Archie is addictive.

His eyes flutter shut, the breath leaving him in a soft groan as Rhiannon sinks down on him, fitting him like a glove. "Hells, Rhi," Archie sighs. Her forehead is pressed to his temple, her hands braced on his chest, he's literally inside her... and still she isn't close enough. He cups her chin, kissing her soft and slow and ardently. "Take your time," he urges. "I, mm, I've got you, I can take over if you need t-to, gods, you feel incredible..."

She sits up and then rises up on wobbly knees - three times already gods, the knees deserve a wobble - and lines him up, smoothing the tip through her swollen folds and sending shocks up her spine when she nudges her clit. Then she is sinking down onto him, hands on his chest to brace herself. “Hnngghh, Archie,” is all she can manage as each ridge slips inside one by one. The feeling is glorious.

Is he *ready*? Archie gives a breathless laugh, resting his forehead against Rhiannon's for just a moment. His tail is wound around her waist, but his hands rest on her hips, ready to support her, gently kneading the soft flesh, ready to support her if she needs it. "Yes, love, more than. I'm yours, Rhi. Any way you want me."

He breaks for air first and she’s panting, limbs still trembling from effort but she sits up and looks for the condom, finding it and ripping it open. She scoots back, glad his tail is there to help her stay balanced as she wobbles and she rolls it on as patiently as she can. “Are you ready?” she asks.

Rhiannon's casual display of strength is incredibly attractive, and Archie's about to tell her so, but then she's kissing him, drinking him down like he's oxygen, and he can't think, he can't, Rhi has a way of wiping his mind clean. "You are the sexist damn thing I've ever seen," is what comes out of his mouth when he withdraws to suck in a ragged breath. Without his conscious input, his tail's wrapped itself around her again, this time her waist, as if to hold her even closer than his arms can manage. I'll do that every bloody day if it means you kiss me like that afterwards. Her hips roll teasingly against his, and his eyes fly open, a ragged gasp torn from his lungs as he's reminded of exactly how hard and aching he is for her. "Gods, Rhiannon-"

Somehow. Somehow, she surges with want once more. She might pass out soon, but she needs to watch him fall apart again. If she's been a good girl, he's been an even better boy. She pulls on his horns to pull him up a bit and propel herself down a little, bringing her knees up under his armpits and flips them so she is on top once more. She waves over his face with prestidigitation—not that she cares about the taste—and consumes his mouth. She cups his face and devours him.

She collapsed back to the bed, panting, limbs heavy. She really really wants to throw him down and climb on top of him, but where the mind is willing, the body is not. "I...don't think...I have much—" she trails off as she looks down at him and for a moment is speechless. His stubble is covered in her, glistening in the sunlight. He has left another mark on her inner thigh and her cunt throbs at the site of it, making her whimper. And that tail. It's wagging happily through the air, almost taunting her.

He carefully gentles his touch as she begins to come down and get too sensitive. He could continue, of course... But even his patience has its limits, and gods, he wants. "Good girl," Archie rumbles against her inner thigh, before nipping teasingly at the soft flesh, just barely hard enough to bruise. "That was beautiful, Rhi." Her poor bedspread might be a casualty of the day... He'll buy her a new one, a dozen, anything to be allowed to do that again. "What do you need, darling? It's yours, all of it, anything you want."

She doesn't heed her warning and for a moment, a flash of memory from just days ago goes through her mind. Her jumping and falling, prepared for the landing and being caught in strong arms. Archie will catch her. He looks up at her expectantly and she realizes he wants her to gush again. He wants her to let go and spill. And he will catch her. 'Be good for me and come' echoes through her brain at the same time as he sucks on her clit and she shouts, feeling like the floor was ripped from under her. She arches, taut as a pulled bowstring as it ripples almost painfully through her, pulsing and flooding his mouth and leaking onto bed spread.

As if that was going to discourage him in any way. Archie's never minded a bit of a mess. Her warning only makes him more determined to see her through to the end, the careful interplay of fingers and lips and tongue working to see her losing her damn mind. Make a mess of me, love. Gush all over me if you want, I don't care, just let go, let yourself feel. I've got you.

> Reply to: @Archie Cliffgate (@Alvilda (Tav: Helaena+)) > He groans into her folds as she pulls on his horns, calls him honey, the tip of his tail swishing back and forth in anticipati... "Ar-Archie, I'm gonna make a mess again," she whines, unable to stop herself from voicing it out loud. "And your face is right there..." His fingers are glorious and he's so so gentle. Tears prickle in her eyes and she knows its gonna be a hard finish, one that he pulls out of her through his persistence. Damn him, being a quick learner. Her thighs tremble under his secure grip and she's edging closer and closer the precipice.

He groans into her folds as she pulls on his horns, calls him honey, the tip of his tail swishing back and forth in anticipation. Let go, he'd beg if he didn't have his mouth very much occupied. You can do it, love, just let go, let yourself feel. It's the first time he's done this with Rhiannon, and he already knows he'll want to do it a thousand times more. How could he not? Rhi is magnificent, in every single way. She'll have to beat him off with a stick. "That's it," Archie praises as he takes a second to press kisses to the soft skin of her inner thigh, unacceptably unmarked from his mouth. "You can let go for me, can't you love?" His fingers slip inside her, having the benefit of already knowing what she likes, what will make her lose herself in pleasure. "I know you want to, Rhi. All you have to do is be good for me and come." His mouth is back on her before she can react. He's always been a persistent guy.

She grips his horns and whines and whimpers, flames stoked high with every nibble and bite and mark. She dripping and he wastes no time breathing her in and licking between her folds. She moans and fidgets and squirms, so so needy. He pins her hips down with an arm thrown around her hip from behind which also spreads her further and he palms a butt cheek with the other hand. “Honey, honey,” she pants, pulling at his horns to pull him forward. His tail is wrapped around her knee and trailing that soft tufted end up the inside of her thigh, adding extra sensation to the mix. This part is always hard. She struggles each and every time to just let go when someone goes down on her toward the goal of completion, fearful that she will drown them or they will hate the mess.

Oh, she definitely likes to be bitten. He grins against the soft skin of her breast, before kissing the clear imprint of tiefling teeth left behind. Beautiful. Gods, he could cover every single inch of her in marks... But he did have a mission. He leaves another mark on her hip, on the jut of the bone, just to hear her whimper, before moving between her legs. His tail wraps eagerly around her knee, helping to spread her open. Hells, she's soaked. Incredible. "I'd tell you to let me know what you like." He glances up from between her thighs, his eyes just a little satisfied. "But judging from how vocal you were with just my fingers, I get the feeling you will." Rhiannon is so deliciously responsive, wet and sensitive and utterly gorgeous. A feast for every single sense. He could bury himself in her perfect cunt and never come up for air. Maybe he will. At least until he's heard her scream again.

He rolls them just like she had hoped, giddy at being manhandled a little. She runs her hands through his hair and massages the base of horns as he starts to put those lips to her skin. She is full of anticipation for his mouth on her breasts and she doesn’t have to wait for long. He bites down on the fleshy underside and she keens, grabbing his horns and trying to hold him there, press him closer. She can feel his length pressing against her and fuck, she is indecisive. He wants to put his mouth on her and she wants to put her mouth on him but she wants his cock in her now. This is why she lets her partner take the reins. She usually wants it all, all at once.

Fuck, making decisions is difficult when she's kissing him, touching him, rolling those damn hips of hers in a tease of what he has to look forward to... Show me. That he can do. Archie rolls them so Rhiannon's on her back, and begins paying attention to those gorgeous breasts again. "I want to learn you," he mumbles against her skin. "Every last bit of you. Starting with how you like to be eaten out." But first... He's done resisting, she more or less gave him explicit permission. The imprint of his teeth on her breast would make for a lovely souvenir of a fantastic morning.

She gives a muffled groan when he nips at her lip and decides to answer with a roll of her hips as she tangles her tongue within his. She goes to work on his throat, leaving gentle kisses until she gets to his ear and whispers, "Show me."

He's leaning up to kiss her before she's even done talking, his fingers tangling in her still-damp hair like needs an anchor to hold on to, like he needs her. "I'm trying to behave, but you seem to keep making it impossible," Archie teases, before nipping playfully at her lip. "Sweet, beautiful temptress." I could love you so easily. I might be halfway there already, and the thought doesn't even scare me. "It's a deal, love. If you'd like me to sign something, I can. Terms and conditions, yes no maybes, all that jazz. But for now, I'd really really like to not leave this bed until I've seen you come again. Does that condition work for you?" He's flexible with the how, but he will never get enough of her. Especially if he can get her to soak his mouth or cock the way she did his fingers.

She doesn’t know if he realizes it but she’s actively leaking on his torso, cunt just drooling openly. As if she hadn’t come twice already an hour ago. Gods. “Seal the deal with a kiss?”

A biter? Where did Rhiannon come from, and where had she been for the first thirty years of his life? Could he be even more lucky? "Rhi, _fuck,_" he groans as her ass rocks against him, a hint of her wetness easing the glide. "Yes, Rhiannon, you might be the literal manifestation of dreams I didn't dare to have, so yes, to anything, but especially to fucking you silly and then making you breakfast and watching Planet Earth after, how does that sound? Or we could go hiking, or I can take you to pet the rabbits, really, anything, just..." Girlfriend. She's his girlfriend now. What the fuck is this dream, and can he never wake up? "And also to being your boyfriend. That sounds amazing, actually. Especially if I'm allowed to bite you, too, not marking breasts like yours would be a crime." I want to kiss every single inch of you, I want to lick you until you scream, I want to learn exactly why you like being tied up so much, I want you to be mine, not anyone else's.

She beams, enjoying both the friction of grinding in his ridges and the sunlight pouring through the window. She hasn’t lay out in the sun’s rays naked in a long while. “Well…I’m a biter. Soooo…” she trails off and bites her lip, curious about what he thinks of that. His second addendum sent shivers up her spine, feeling his arousal pressing up, hard, underneath her. She grins and hooks a leg under his to stabilize herself as she reaches over the side of the bed and snags her shield backpack. She pulls out a condom and holds it up. “So in summary, boyfriend,” she says pointedly. “Breakfast, lots of outdoor time, watching wild animals, and then…doing what wild animals do. Do we agree to those terms?” she asks playfully, playing with the condom in her hand.

He can't help but grin up at her as she speaks. Her terms? More like his privilege. "Rhiannon, I can't think of anything better. You'd have to beat me off with a stick." She ice skates? Another date idea for the list. His tail uncurls from it position securely wrapped around her thigh to mortifyingly wag back and forth, like he's a dog presented with a treat. But, well, he's too damn happy to care. "I do have a few questions, if you don't mind. Clarifications, if you'd like. One, I'd like to hear about exactly what kinds of marks you'd like on your skin." A soft groan is torn from him as the plushness of her ass rubs against his still-furious erection. "Two, I really hope you have a condom because I'm an idiot and didn't bring any, and there's nothing I want more than to fuck you right now." He'd live, but he might need at least an hour between her thighs to recover from the loss.

She holds on as he carries her through the suite like it’s their own apartment or something - hell if that isn’t an idea - scraping teeth down his neck and raking her fingers through his hair. As they pass through her door, she snaps her fingers and the Tiny Soap Servant goes to work shutting doors and tidying up. He drops them both to the bed and she laughs in surprise, delighted and just drunk on him. She pushes up sit, thighs astride his hips and reaches above the bed to her shelf to grab her industrial piercing. She slots into place and she faintly feels the enchantment activate. “My contraceptive,” she explains while tapping it at his inquisitive look. With the break between the shower and the bed, the proverbial pot has stopped boiling over and gone back to a simmer bordering on a roiling boil. She smooths her hands over his ridges at she talks, just to keep her hands busy as his palm and massage her thighs. “Ok. You didn’t ask but these are my terms.” She’s feeling confident and sexy and safe. A heady feeling that has her feeling a little assertive about her wants for once. “I want us to be exclusive, boyfriend and girlfriend. I want you all the time, everywhere but I also want to help you succeed. I want picnics, and hikes, and to see you at my ice skating performances, and feel the marks of you on my skin and the scent of you in my hair. I want to watch penguins and foxes on documentaries and watch you fall asleep with your head in my lap.” Need prickles between her legs and she rocks back and forth over those ridges on his stomach and chest. Gods, they’re gonna need another shower.

His forehead rests against her shoulder as she works, as she uses her brilliant magic to figure out a solution, the last slivers of his wits seeing sense in her words, trying to calm himself. Honey. She called him honey. And babe, earlier too. Gods help him, he's doomed. A quick burst of magic later, she's kissing him again, and then they're dry (Fuck, magic's stupidly practical) and she's quite literally trying to jump him but fumbles, her groan of frustration muffled against his mouth. Archie's got a lot of things about himself he's less than entirely pleased with, but he is determined, and by the gods, Rhiannon is excellent motivation to do his best. She's reasonably tall for a woman, not built like a stick, either, but she isn't nearly as heavy as a cantankerous cow, and much more cooperative. "I've got you, love," he reassures her, easily lifting her by the thighs and stepping out of the bath. "Just hold on, yeah?" The doors are open, so the only thing he has to worry about as he carries her across the corridor is not letting his knees buckle from the way she's sucking on the tip of his ear, fuck, that's diabolical. "Are you trying to get me to drop you?" Archie huffs, a soft moan escaping him as her teeth scrape the tendon of his neck. "Fuck, Rhi, hold on, we're almost, _hells..._" He turns at the last moment so when they drop onto the bed, she's on top, all of her glorious body available to touch, to caress, to worship as she deserves. "Beautiful," he breathes, before capturing her lips with his own once more, already missing the taste of her. I never want to stop kissing her.

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It's just another quick flip of the wrist to use prestidigitation and dry them off...but nothing could dry her down below. She throws the curtain open as she sucks on his tongue and then does tries to figure out how to hop up and wrap her legs around his waist. All she manages is to lift a single leg onto the ledge of the tub, too distracted by his fingers kneading her rear.

The Tiny Soap Servant walks across the wall of the shower, leaving little soap scum imprints and twists the shower knobs into the off position. Before its controller and her lover can escape the confines of the shower, its already speeding across the floor and opening the bathroom door and moving down the hall to open the bedroom door. It emerges a moment later with a single sock, squeezes under the TA common room front door and positions the sock on the door handle with two of its eight little limbs. Then it retreats back into the common room, leaving more little soap scum circles in its wake.

She's stuttering along, trying to connect brain cells and comes up short on a quick solution. There's not a single spell she knows that could teleport them anywhere. Not that she wants to be anywhere else anyways. "Ok, ok," she mumbles against his mouth. "Listen, honey, listen," she pleads, trying to catch her breath. She wraps her arms around his neck and leans her forehead against his.* "Someday, I want you to fuck me against this shower wall so hard I scream." He starts to shake his head, a grunt of need and crumbling resolve. "I know, I know. But today, today we need, I'm not wearing my contraceptive. So here's what we're going to do," she pants out. "I'm going use as much magic as I can to keep us safe and uninjured and you are going to get us to the bed, ok?" She's already begun the plan as she explains it, her hand weaving arcane sigils into the air to turn the water off via Tiny Servant. She taps the bar of soap as she dips to kiss him again, unable to stop, and the Tiny Soap Servant sprouts little legs like an octopus.

He crowds her against the wall this time and if this had been anywhere else with better purchase, better footing, she'd climb him like a tree. She gasps when he rolls those hips against hers and the only reason she's not seeking out his cock with her hands is because she would have let go of his horns, his hair, his mouth to touch it instead.

Rhiannon kisses him like she needs him. She kisses him like she wants _right now_, but also so much more than that. Archie might have been lost from when she landed on top of him after jumping out of a window to follow a newborn homunculus. "Yes, yes, gods yes," he groans back, his hands beginning to grab instead of only caressing, squeezing her ass the way he's wanted to since he saw her reach up to grab something in that sinful little dress she wore the night before. He crowds her against the wall of the shower, kisses her like his life depends on it, breathes her in like she's the only air in the world. Bed, the last sane part of his mind supplies. A bed would be good. But they're still under the spray of the shower, and he'd have to let go of her to grab a towel to get them both dry, and that's simply unacceptable. His hips roll against hers, his rapidly returning hardness rubbing against her stomach, and it would be so easy to pick her up and just- She didn't agree to that. Never, ever assume, ask. "Hells, Rhi, if you don't have some fancy spell to get us back to your bed it'll be all I can do not to fuck you against this flimsy shower wall," he near-growls against her mouth. "I'm- fuck, I'm trying, but you are..." Incredible. Gorgeous. Magnificent. Divine. So beautiful I can't stand it. Perfect, in every single way. "I want you so badly," he confesses. "I don't want to ever let you go."

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Experience gives her crumbs of what to expect, of what to say or insist. But then his large, calloused hands are on her waist, hips, cupping her ass and she's gone. All thoughts disappear. Fuck it. She turns around and grabs his face, kissing him passionately. There is nothing more important than how fast she is falling for him. "Touch me, touch me everywhere, show me. Show me," she pleads between fervent kisses and needy hands climbing into his hair.

Her eyes go comically wide and her mouth falls open when he crowds up against her and whispers her name like that. Heat begins to pool in her stomach again and then he's pressing kisses down the line of neck to her shoulders.

He swears he can feel his heart expanding, growing, enough to fit someone new, as Rhiannon presses a kiss to one of the ridges covering his ribs. She has to be able to feel the way his heart is pounding, just beneath her soft, careful lips. Then, she turns around, baring the perfectly imperfect canvas of her back, all but covered in freckles, her fantastic ass that he's not had a chance to properly appreciate just barely grazing his groin in the cramped space, and he loses whatever resolve he had. "Rhiannon," Archie breathes into her ear. Why had he stopped touching her? He never wants to stop touching her, ever. Her body feels amazing under his hands, pressed against his, and part of him was literally inside her less than an hour ago, but it still doesn't feel close enough, not nearly. His hands run down soft, water-slicked skin, mapping the curve of ribs to waist to hips to thighs. "You are so incredibly beautiful," he mumbles against the crook of her neck. Screw work. Screw obligations. Screw the outside world. For once, Archie feels the urge to be selfish. To do anything necessary for this, for the chance to have this over and over and over until it's as normal and easy as breathing. The washcloth forgotten, he instead presses a line of kisses down the length of her throat, where faint, pink smudges already mark where his mouth has lingered. The sight makes his eyes flutter, a soft sigh fanning out over the sensitive skin. "Let me treat you as you deserve, love? Please?"

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She's already pink from the warmth of the spray and he looks glorious under the water, droplets running down his chest. She wants to lick every one of them. Rhiannon Laurea Edain. You are going to— the voice just stops. Archie is insisting she deserves treats and nice things and wants to make her pancakes and for the first time in a long time...she feels cherished and wanted. He's offering to wash her back and she wants to cry without how much this means to her already. She presses a kiss to his chest where his heart is, a solemn vow to try and care for it as if were glass. Then she turns around and moves her hair out of the way, showing him her very freckled shoulders.

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> Reply to: @Rhiannon Edain, TA (@Toffee (Rhiannon/Mathias)) > *Oh but she wants him to misbehave. She *wants*. Nothing comes to mind but just pure want. She pulls him into the shower and und... It's so incredibly nice, to be taken care of in a way as nonsexual and wholly innocent as having his hair washed. No one but himself and the guy who cuts it has washed his hair since he was just a child. "That is absolutely a deal, but I think I like your bed better already. Your couch, too," Archie quips, since they hadn't actually done any sleeping in her bed. "I just want to be allowed to spoil you a little. Treat you to nice things just because you deserve them. And I happen to be of the opinion that pancakes taste a lot better after you've worked up an appetite." Archie winks and reaches for a bar of soap to begin lathering up a washcloth. But then he makes the mistake of looking at her, already soaked from the shower's spray, just as utterly beautiful as through the haze of desire, if not more so. It kills him not to kiss her, to take her back to bed and have her properly, taking the time to cherish the gift of her touch as it merits. "Turn around?" he suggests, his voice just a little lower than before. "I'll wash your back." He's still holding on. Still behaving, in actions if not in words and desires. But only barely.

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> Reply to: @Archie Cliffgate (@Alvilda (Tav: Helaena+)) > Unfortunately, Archie can see the wisdom in her words. He sighs despondently, but nods before unselfconsciously shrugging off t... *Oh but she wants him to misbehave. She *wants. Nothing comes to mind but just pure want. She pulls him into the shower and under the spray. “I know, me too,” she admits to him at his despondent sigh, scrubbing his spend off her stomach and grabbing some shampoo in hand, before turning in his arms and directing him under the spray to work a lather into his hair. She takes care to massage around his horns.* “Breakfast is one of my favorite meals so it’s a deal if that also counts should I wake up in your bed next?” She directs his head back to rinse out the suds.

> Reply to: @Rhiannon Edain, TA (@Toffee (Rhiannon/Mathias)) > *There is a small worry creeping into the back of her mind about ruining a wonderful track record of being a dependable TA so sh... Unfortunately, Archie can see the wisdom in her words. He sighs despondently, but nods before unselfconsciously shrugging off the clothes he'd put back on to hopefully cover the worst of his state of post-sex messiness. Her words of warning are more or less the only thing keeping him from getting on his knees in the shower and figure out she responded to his tongue compared to his fingers. That and the time greeting him when he glanced at his phone. There's no way he'd make it back to his own room for a change of clothes without being hideously late. Thank the gods for Rhiannon, and her clever spellwork, he just might get away with wearing yesterday's clothing. Maybe it's lucky he wears almost the same thing most days. "I'll behave, on the condition I get to make you breakfast the next time I'm in your bed. Deal?"

There is a small worry creeping into the back of her mind about ruining a wonderful track record of being a dependable TA so she succeeds in her resolve. “…so no funny business, mister.” She waggles her finger affectionately.

As soon as he enters she tries to summon her resolve and puts her hands on her hips. “Now I’ve never been a bad influence before and I’d like to not start now…”

The bathroom is what you would expect for a suite of femme-ish teaching assistant slash graduate students sharing quarters. There are tons of hair care products, the room is full of competing scents, and there is a wastebasket full of hair spiders. The artificer turns on the shower to let it warm up and moves the blue Strixhaven curtain in place.

> Reply to: @Archie Cliffgate (@Alvilda (Tav: Helaena+)) > Archie makes a low sound of dismay at the thought of having to let go, having to stop having his whole body pressed against Rhia... She immediately misses the clutch of his tail around her leg but does appreciate the view while lying back on her elbows from the bed. His ridges, his soft tummy, his biceps flexing... He gestures between them and she decides to sit up, ignoring the mess. She likes messes honestly...but she needs to make sure she puts her piercing back in. She was watching his tail move back and forth when he leans down to kiss her. She follows his lips as he draws back and it is what draws her up and off the bed, into his arms. "I-what? Yes, yes! Let me peek outside..." She cracks the door and listens outside for anybody there. And then she decides to just be honest. "HEY IS ANYONE HOME?" She waits for an answer, gets none and decides to walk confidently through the TA common room like she owns the place. To say that she and Laena don't run through here every now and then in their birthday suit because they forgot their underwear or something would be dead wrong. Meadhbh might not appreciate it though... Do they normally have someone's spend on their stomach. No. Details, details. She opens the bathroom door and then gives Archie the all clear to join her.

> Reply to: @Rhiannon Edain, TA (@Toffee (Rhiannon/Mathias)) > *Ugh he's too cute for his own good and his gentle teasing makes her go pink a little. She nibbles on his lip in retort before k... Archie makes a low sound of dismay at the thought of having to let go, having to stop having his whole body pressed against Rhiannon's. His tail's still wrapped around her thigh, sweet and just a little possessive. But things are getting sticky, and he should probably make it to work before noon if he doesn't want to be fired. It should say something for the strength of the orgasm that just turned his brain into scrambled eggs that the thought doesn't immediately make him bolt out of bed and run for the Witherbloom side of campus. "You're right," he admits regretfully. His tail immediately begins to sway happily back and forth when he disentangles it from her leg and rolls off of her to sit up, looking around for his shirt, which went... somewhere. "If there was time, I'd make you breakfast," he tells Rhiannon, a little ruefully. "But I think that window of time was spent, well..." He gestures to both their current state of undress and messiness. He's not even undressed beyond his shirt, her dress is somewhere on the floor, her panties tossed towards the end of the bed... They'd maybe been in a slight hurry. "And a shower sounds wonderful, love." Archie leans down to press a playful kiss to her cheek. "Especially if you join me."

> Reply to: @Archie Cliffgate (@Alvilda (Tav: Helaena+)) > Chuckles, lighthearted and fond, begin to shake his frame at her Anytime and the hasty explanation following it. "Rhiannon, I... Ugh he's too cute for his own good and his gentle teasing makes her go pink a little. She nibbles on his lip in retort before kissing around his wide smile. She reaches up to play with the curl, winding it around her finger and tucking it behind his horn. "I think everyone has left so if you want to grab a shower, we can dart over to the shared bathroom. I can prestidigitate your clothes."

> Reply to: @Rhiannon Edain, TA (@Toffee (Rhiannon/Mathias)) > She's seeing stars in her vision a little and he feels amazing squishing her. She's a few minutes away from falling asleep... ... Chuckles, lighthearted and fond, begin to shake his frame at her Anytime and the hasty explanation following it. "Rhiannon, I like you too. So much. And I'd love to get to know you a lot better, and for a lot longer." Archie presses one last kiss to the crook of her neck before lifting himself up enough to look her in the eye, but not before irritatedly blowing away a stray curl that had escaped from his messy topknot at some point. "I like you so much that it's honestly killing me we can't stay locked in this room all day while I figure out exactly how you respond to every single bit of praise I can think of." He kisses her, but he's smiling too much to do it properly, so stupidly happy right now to think of much else.

> Reply to: @Archie Cliffgate (@Alvilda (Tav: Helaena+)) > "Shit, Rhi, you- oh _fuck..._" He was going to come within seconds of her gripping the base of his tail and squeezing, but ... She's seeing stars in her vision a little and he feels amazing squishing her. She's a few minutes away from falling asleep... No, girl, wake up! She nuzzles against his head where its pressed against her neck. She can't really think of anything intelligent to say so she just replies out of breath with, "Anytime." Girl are you serious. I mean she wasn't lying... "That sounded terrible, hells below. I meant that I would do that with you over and over and over again," she whispers back. The hand at the base of his tail strokes on either side of his spine, smoothing over the spine ridges. "I know we've only known each other for a brief moment, but I really like you, Archie."