[ next year. would he still be here in a year's time? would she? it's hard to say—people come and go in the resort with seemingly no rhyme or reason; she doesn't want to make promises she may not be able to keep. but he does while looking at her with so much affection in his gaze that it arrests her, the weight of it almost too much for her to bear. she has never doubted how much he cares, or that he cares at all—she hears it in his voice, she feels it in his touch; she sees it in his expression when they're alone, drawn close together time and again.
it's such a strange feeling, to hope for him to find a way home and for him to stay. she'll have to address it sometime, but for now she steps closer to him, leaning her cheek against the back of his hand. ]
I won't. [ and because she's come this far she may as well— ] I'll always be there whenever you want.
[ it almost undoes him. clorinde steps closer, presses her cheek to his hand, looks up at him with countless unspoken words in her gaze, and—tseng is almost undone, words crowding the tip of his tongue, tripping over themselves to be set free.
he kisses her instead, bringing his free hand up to cup her jaw as their lips press together. it's a kiss that's equal parts urgency and tenderness, a way to hold himself back from saying that which might utterly change the course of their relationship, and also a perfect expression of exactly that emotion.
tseng wishes he could say it. even now, as he holds himself back, he knows that he will—that he must, that telling clorinde the truth is no longer optional but rather necessary. however terrifying it is to him, she deserves that much, especially when he can't even promise tomorrow, let alone a year from now.
when they pull apart, their noses still brushing, tseng asks, ] Even if I want you there all the time?
[ it's as if her chest is ready to burst with something—a feeling, more promises, among other things she can't identify in this moment. nothing ever feels quite enough recently; enough for what, she can't quite explain either. but the kiss helps to soften some of that restless ache, just enough for her to pull herself together again before she goes and says something on impulse that she may end up regretting. later, perhaps, after she finally figures out how to put words to it. ]
Of course. [ her smile is helpless, almost resigned, despite the flush on her cheeks. ] I'll be there until you grow sick of me.
[ she hopes he doesn't. a small, selfish part of her hopes he'll still remember her when he returns to his world, wherever it may be. she allows herself to sit with that hope for a moment longer before she stifles that too, leaning up to kiss him again, a little harder but no less indulgent. ]
Impossible, [ tseng says, and that's the last he manages to speak before their mouths are pressed together again.
by now he knows there's no point in pretending that he's speaking anything other than the truth: he doesn't think he could grow sick of clorinde if he tried. her presence is a balm for him in so many ways, soothing against aches tseng had forgotten he carried—her quiet smiles, her tender touches, the way she seems to understand and accept even the parts of tseng of which he isn't proud. she had seen the worst moment of tseng's life and instead of recoiling from it, she had held him close, let him lean against her even though tseng hardly believes he deserves it.
how could there ever be words enough to put a name to that kind of feeling?
tseng moves closer, wraps his arms around clorinde's waist to hold her. their bodies press together from chest to hip, and every inch of her is perfectly warm. kissing her, and then kissing her again, does plenty to quiet the maelstrom of thoughts in tseng's mind, leaving him contented and affectionate. full of desire, of course, as he always is with her, but happy to take it or leave it according to clorinde's wishes. ]
[ it's funny how it ended up like this, that the person who understands her so completely and intimately would be someone from a different world entirely; someone whom she's known for less than a year, who has a chance of disappearing from her life entirely should the resort will it. how cruel is it to develop these feelings for someone when they're doomed from the start? but tseng knows that, too, she's certain he does. yet he chooses to wade deeper in spite of it, holding her so closely as if to keep her right where she is. as if she could think about leaving in this moment even if she wanted to.
it should be concerning how easily he provides comfort, how he always seems to understand before she explains herself. and it is—it's as terrifying as it feels right; like everything she's always known that she could never have, because sometimes you have to kill the things you love to keep them safe, and she would rather not love at all. but this is different, tseng is different, and if she's to be given one chance, perhaps she can allow herself this much: he would be her first and her last.
she's short of breath by the time they pull away, his arms around her waist the only thing keeping her properly upright with how distracted she was with kissing him. she wets her lips, feeling how swollen they've become, only to press another kiss to his lips and then his cheek. ]
You'll stay, won't you? [ not that she's really thought that far yet, but she really doesn't want him to leave. ] At least for dinner.
[ there's no attempt by tseng to stop his gaze from dropping down to clorinde's mouth, to the flushed and swollen shape of her lips, before it moves back up to meet her eyes. she's so beautiful he feels it like an ache behind his breastbone, a magnet inside him drawn to her: polarity. ]
Of course, [ tseng says. he lowers his head until their foreheads are touching, their noses brushing together. ] I'll stay as long as you'll have me.
[ their lips touch again, a soft brush, and then again more firmly, and then tseng pulls away so he can ask, ]
Do you have any plans this afternoon?
[ followed by a glance back toward her bed, because if she doesn't have anywhere else to be today then tseng is absolutely going to keep her in bed with him for as long as she'll stay there. ]
[ she tracks the way his gaze drops to her mouth, to her eyes, to her bed behind him; pleasure lances down her spine like a lightning flash, there and gone again as she curls her fingers into the material of his sweater. often, she wonders at the ease with which her body responds to him—how a simple touch is enough to leave a lingering warmth in its wake, how every glance feels like a physical caress. now, as she stands pressed up against him, sharing his warmth and his breath, she thinks she knows the answer.
even if she did have plans, she'd much rather stay in bed with him anyway. but she shakes her head with an amused huff, close to a giggle if she were the type to do so. ]
... Earlier, I had thought about giving you the gift myself, but I wasn't sure if you'd be busy. I'd assumed I wouldn't be able to see you today.
[ so she had the staff deliver it instead. she feels oddly—not quite shy, but perhaps a little tentative, finding her gaze straying to the collar of his shirt instead. ]
[ the admission makes tseng smile, an expression he hides first against the curve of clorinde's jaw, then down her throat as he presses his mouth there in a series of slow kisses. ]
What a relief, to know it's not a disappointment that I turned up at your door.
[ there's a lightness to his tone that suggests he's joking, that he knows clorinde would never be disappointed by his presence. a part of him perhaps wants to argue that he can always make time for her, but then again it's not a bad thing to have realistic expectations of time and space spent apart—and it makes it all the sweeter in moments like these, where they're able to steal away and indulge in each other for a while.
with his hands resting at clorinde's waist, tseng slowly presses her back toward the bed, walking them steadily as his mouth continues to explore the warm skin of her throat. ]
I may not have a gift to give you, [ he says, ] but I do have some ideas about how I might be able to return the favor regardless.
[ it feels a little bit silly to admit it, in hindsight. but perhaps that's okay—there's no need for her to be perfect in front of him; she never had to be. and so his joke merely teases another quiet laugh, winding her arms around his shoulders as he walks them back towards her bed. she tips her head up to give him more room, closing her eyes when his lips brush against a more sensitive spot. ]
There's no need for you to return the favor. [ she didn't give him something with the expectation of receiving anything back, but she understands the need to fulfill it anyway. ] But, please, share them with me. I tend to enjoy your ideas.
[ especially ones that involve them staying in bed for much longer than is really necessary. ]
[ there's something so pretty about the way clorinde responds to his mouth, how she tips her head and arches her back as if to open herself up to him. tseng rewards her by sucking a bruise against pale skin, tongue and teeth worrying the spot until it's flushed red and sensitive, a mark that will darken to purple over the course of the evening. although tseng isn't one for outward possessiveness, he takes a certain smug satisfaction in the knowledge that anyone who sees clorinde for the next few days will know that he was here.
when he's done with the hickey, tseng kisses his way back up her throat to press his lips just below her ear. there, he murmurs, ]
I want you to sit on my face and let me eat you out until you make a mess of me.
[ it's a touch more direct than tseng might otherwise be, but truthfully it's been far too long since he was given the opportunity to put his tongue in clorinde's cunt, and if she's amenable, tseng is more than eager to rectify that. as if to encourage her, his hands drop from her waist down to her ass, where he squeezes generous handfuls in order to pull her flush against him from chest to hip. ]
[ her breath hitches beneath his tongue and teeth, and if she hadn't gone through the training she did, she's sure she would have stumbled at least once on the way. the prospect of anyone finding out about the marks he leaves on her doesn't register anymore, not since the day he'd covered her thighs with bruises and she'd walked back to her suite like that, legs on full display. but she likes that—she likes finding those marks later when they're apart, likes pressing her fingers to it to recall the feeling of him leaving them in the moment.
there's another hitch of breath at what he says next, or it could be from his hands on her ass, a shiver racing down her spine as she tugs his head back up for a desperate kiss. she's only ever been on her back when he decides to use his mouth, but she can't deny that the change in position is even better, if only so that she could also get her mouth on him at the same time. heat flushes through her and she does stumble a little; with how close they are to the bed, she lets herself fall onto it, pulling him on top of her before rolling them over. ]
Is this all right? [ she kicks off her pants and underwear, turning around so that she is facing away from him. carefully, she shifts back until her cunt is above his face, leaning forward to brace her hands outside of his hips. ]
[ even in the midst of their most heated moments, tseng can't help a moment of wonder at how much he likes her. even beyond the far deeper emotions he carries in his heart for clorinde, the fact remains that he just enjoys himself when he's with her—it makes it easy to allow himself to be pulled down atop her, then rolled onto his back so clorinde can briefly straddle him.
his hands are everywhere as she removes her clothes, shameless in how he touches every inch of bare skin revealed to him. along the soft planes of her thighs, the curve of her ass, her hips as he steadies her while she kneels above his face. every inch of her is exquisite. ]
This is perfect.
[ and he doesn't just mean her posture. but without elaborating, because he thinks clorinde will understand, tseng guides her hips down until her cunt meets his mouth, where he sets about immediately licking into her, dragging his tongue along her clit and then delving into her body in a steady, enthusiastic rhythm. ]
[ his hands are warm against her skin, her breath hitching whenever he palms over her thighs and ass despite how accustomed she's grown to his touch. it shouldn't feel so new each time, it shouldn't feel so sensitive—but it does, and it only worsens the ache, makes the emotions she harbors for him that much more intense.
perfect is not praise she's actively chased; it was expected and demanded, anything less than perfect would mean she would not be where she is today. but the way he says it burns so sweetly, so personal and intimate, because she knows he isn't just talking about her posture. heat flushes through her and she's momentarily glad for the fact that she's turned away from him, only for that thought to be dashed immediately when he pulls her down to his mouth.
she moans the second his tongue touches her clit, catching herself on her palms to avoid slumping onto him entirely. she widens the spread of her knees to give him more room, changing the angle just enough for his tongue to reach deeper into her eager cunt. she's wet enough that the slide is easy, inner muscles fluttering around the intrusion as her body quickly gets accustomed to it. only then does she have the wherewithal to reach for his slacks, shaky fingers undoing his fly to find his length with the intention of making him feel the same pleasure he inflicts on her. ]
[ every time, it takes tseng by surprise how well and how thoroughly he knows clorinde's body. he's familiar with the shift of muscle in her thighs, her ass, the way she spreads her thighs a little and shifts so his tongue can reach deeper inside her. he knows what she's seeking, unconsciously, and knows how to give it to her, his tongue delving deep into her slick entrance in steady thrusts before he withdraws again to focus on her clit.
for a moment it's easy. for a moment, tseng is able to give his full attention to the task of eating her out with obvious avarice. but when her fingers find his zip and coax his cock free of his slacks, tseng's focus falters, his tongue pausing in its strokes while he shivers at the sensation.
there's nothing like her touch, really. clorinde's fingers around his length, her lips against the head. tseng draws a sharp breath, his fingers flexing at her hip, and then he redoubles his efforts in an attempt to make up for the way his focus is split now. half of him with his face buried between her thighs, half of him feeling the way she touches him. she'll be his undoing, tseng thinks. ]
[ he knows her body as well as she does by this point. she'd even say that he likely knows it better—she has learned as much about herself as tseng has in the time they've been together, as new to intimacy as she was prior to her arrival in the resort. he has not been the only one to touch her, but he is one of the first, and it shows in the easy, familiar way he gives her what she wants without her needing to say it: pressing his tongue deeper each time, swirling it against her slick inner muscles and then retreating to give attention to her clit, the texture of his tongue lancing pleasure down her spine. she should be used to this, too—how many times has he tasted her now? what part of her has he not yet pressed his mouth to? but she shivers anyway, free hand gripping the sheets tightly as she takes the head of his cock into her mouth, tasting the precum that drips onto her tongue.
with the way they're positioned, she can't see his face nor his reactions, but she can feel them—the small shiver that runs through his frame, the sharp inhale that she hears, and the flex of his fingers against her hips. it fills her with a warmth and affection that she isn't prepared for, something that she can't analyze in this moment, too preoccupied with maintaining her focus on getting him off before she does. it feels almost easier for her to take him in her mouth at this angle, freeing her hands to palm over his thighs as the seal of her mouth slips further down his length, dipping the tip of her tongue into the slit at the head.
she doesn't think she'll last very long, she never does when it comes to him, but the newness of their position keeps her balanced precariously on the edge, listening for his voice beneath the wet sounds of their mouths. ]
[ it's easy to be less restrained with clorinde, to let go of the inclination to stifle his sounds and muffle the way his body reacts to her. the heat of her mouth on his cock is enough to earn a low noise of pleasure, followed by a shiver as she begins to work him over. his hands flex against her soft thighs before he uses his thumbs to spread her a little wider, giving his tongue easier access to fuck her in slick, sinuous rhythm.
just like clorinde is thinking of trying to get him off before she does, so too is tseng thinking about whether he'll be able to get clorinde off before he succumbs to his inevitable climax. it's going to be a close thing one way or another, because even just this much has him feeling dangerously aroused, some combination of the new position and the touch and feeling of her hands and mouth leaving him dizzy with desire. still, it spurs tseng on, his lips returning to clorinde's clit to suck at it with firmer suction this time.
after a moment, even though the angle isn't quite right, tseng shifts a hand as well so he can slide his middle finger inside her, curling it forward and down to rub against her gspot as his mouth alternates between her clit and her wet opening. it's a sacrifice, to replace the depth of his tongue with the pressure of a finger instead—but tseng finds he can still lick into her even so, and he's rewarded a few seconds later by the way clorinde clenches around his finger and comes with a moan, wetness dripping over his hand and chin as he licks her through her climax. ]
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it's such a strange feeling, to hope for him to find a way home and for him to stay. she'll have to address it sometime, but for now she steps closer to him, leaning her cheek against the back of his hand. ]
I won't. [ and because she's come this far she may as well— ] I'll always be there whenever you want.
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he kisses her instead, bringing his free hand up to cup her jaw as their lips press together. it's a kiss that's equal parts urgency and tenderness, a way to hold himself back from saying that which might utterly change the course of their relationship, and also a perfect expression of exactly that emotion.
tseng wishes he could say it. even now, as he holds himself back, he knows that he will—that he must, that telling clorinde the truth is no longer optional but rather necessary. however terrifying it is to him, she deserves that much, especially when he can't even promise tomorrow, let alone a year from now.
when they pull apart, their noses still brushing, tseng asks, ] Even if I want you there all the time?
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Of course. [ her smile is helpless, almost resigned, despite the flush on her cheeks. ] I'll be there until you grow sick of me.
[ she hopes he doesn't. a small, selfish part of her hopes he'll still remember her when he returns to his world, wherever it may be. she allows herself to sit with that hope for a moment longer before she stifles that too, leaning up to kiss him again, a little harder but no less indulgent. ]
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by now he knows there's no point in pretending that he's speaking anything other than the truth: he doesn't think he could grow sick of clorinde if he tried. her presence is a balm for him in so many ways, soothing against aches tseng had forgotten he carried—her quiet smiles, her tender touches, the way she seems to understand and accept even the parts of tseng of which he isn't proud. she had seen the worst moment of tseng's life and instead of recoiling from it, she had held him close, let him lean against her even though tseng hardly believes he deserves it.
how could there ever be words enough to put a name to that kind of feeling?
tseng moves closer, wraps his arms around clorinde's waist to hold her. their bodies press together from chest to hip, and every inch of her is perfectly warm. kissing her, and then kissing her again, does plenty to quiet the maelstrom of thoughts in tseng's mind, leaving him contented and affectionate. full of desire, of course, as he always is with her, but happy to take it or leave it according to clorinde's wishes. ]
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it should be concerning how easily he provides comfort, how he always seems to understand before she explains herself. and it is—it's as terrifying as it feels right; like everything she's always known that she could never have, because sometimes you have to kill the things you love to keep them safe, and she would rather not love at all. but this is different, tseng is different, and if she's to be given one chance, perhaps she can allow herself this much: he would be her first and her last.
she's short of breath by the time they pull away, his arms around her waist the only thing keeping her properly upright with how distracted she was with kissing him. she wets her lips, feeling how swollen they've become, only to press another kiss to his lips and then his cheek. ]
You'll stay, won't you? [ not that she's really thought that far yet, but she really doesn't want him to leave. ] At least for dinner.
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Of course, [ tseng says. he lowers his head until their foreheads are touching, their noses brushing together. ] I'll stay as long as you'll have me.
[ their lips touch again, a soft brush, and then again more firmly, and then tseng pulls away so he can ask, ]
Do you have any plans this afternoon?
[ followed by a glance back toward her bed, because if she doesn't have anywhere else to be today then tseng is absolutely going to keep her in bed with him for as long as she'll stay there. ]
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even if she did have plans, she'd much rather stay in bed with him anyway. but she shakes her head with an amused huff, close to a giggle if she were the type to do so. ]
... Earlier, I had thought about giving you the gift myself, but I wasn't sure if you'd be busy. I'd assumed I wouldn't be able to see you today.
[ so she had the staff deliver it instead. she feels oddly—not quite shy, but perhaps a little tentative, finding her gaze straying to the collar of his shirt instead. ]
But it seems my wish has been granted anyway.
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What a relief, to know it's not a disappointment that I turned up at your door.
[ there's a lightness to his tone that suggests he's joking, that he knows clorinde would never be disappointed by his presence. a part of him perhaps wants to argue that he can always make time for her, but then again it's not a bad thing to have realistic expectations of time and space spent apart—and it makes it all the sweeter in moments like these, where they're able to steal away and indulge in each other for a while.
with his hands resting at clorinde's waist, tseng slowly presses her back toward the bed, walking them steadily as his mouth continues to explore the warm skin of her throat. ]
I may not have a gift to give you, [ he says, ] but I do have some ideas about how I might be able to return the favor regardless.
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There's no need for you to return the favor. [ she didn't give him something with the expectation of receiving anything back, but she understands the need to fulfill it anyway. ] But, please, share them with me. I tend to enjoy your ideas.
[ especially ones that involve them staying in bed for much longer than is really necessary. ]
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when he's done with the hickey, tseng kisses his way back up her throat to press his lips just below her ear. there, he murmurs, ]
I want you to sit on my face and let me eat you out until you make a mess of me.
[ it's a touch more direct than tseng might otherwise be, but truthfully it's been far too long since he was given the opportunity to put his tongue in clorinde's cunt, and if she's amenable, tseng is more than eager to rectify that. as if to encourage her, his hands drop from her waist down to her ass, where he squeezes generous handfuls in order to pull her flush against him from chest to hip. ]
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there's another hitch of breath at what he says next, or it could be from his hands on her ass, a shiver racing down her spine as she tugs his head back up for a desperate kiss. she's only ever been on her back when he decides to use his mouth, but she can't deny that the change in position is even better, if only so that she could also get her mouth on him at the same time. heat flushes through her and she does stumble a little; with how close they are to the bed, she lets herself fall onto it, pulling him on top of her before rolling them over. ]
Is this all right? [ she kicks off her pants and underwear, turning around so that she is facing away from him. carefully, she shifts back until her cunt is above his face, leaning forward to brace her hands outside of his hips. ]
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his hands are everywhere as she removes her clothes, shameless in how he touches every inch of bare skin revealed to him. along the soft planes of her thighs, the curve of her ass, her hips as he steadies her while she kneels above his face. every inch of her is exquisite. ]
This is perfect.
[ and he doesn't just mean her posture. but without elaborating, because he thinks clorinde will understand, tseng guides her hips down until her cunt meets his mouth, where he sets about immediately licking into her, dragging his tongue along her clit and then delving into her body in a steady, enthusiastic rhythm. ]
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perfect is not praise she's actively chased; it was expected and demanded, anything less than perfect would mean she would not be where she is today. but the way he says it burns so sweetly, so personal and intimate, because she knows he isn't just talking about her posture. heat flushes through her and she's momentarily glad for the fact that she's turned away from him, only for that thought to be dashed immediately when he pulls her down to his mouth.
she moans the second his tongue touches her clit, catching herself on her palms to avoid slumping onto him entirely. she widens the spread of her knees to give him more room, changing the angle just enough for his tongue to reach deeper into her eager cunt. she's wet enough that the slide is easy, inner muscles fluttering around the intrusion as her body quickly gets accustomed to it. only then does she have the wherewithal to reach for his slacks, shaky fingers undoing his fly to find his length with the intention of making him feel the same pleasure he inflicts on her. ]
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for a moment it's easy. for a moment, tseng is able to give his full attention to the task of eating her out with obvious avarice. but when her fingers find his zip and coax his cock free of his slacks, tseng's focus falters, his tongue pausing in its strokes while he shivers at the sensation.
there's nothing like her touch, really. clorinde's fingers around his length, her lips against the head. tseng draws a sharp breath, his fingers flexing at her hip, and then he redoubles his efforts in an attempt to make up for the way his focus is split now. half of him with his face buried between her thighs, half of him feeling the way she touches him. she'll be his undoing, tseng thinks. ]
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with the way they're positioned, she can't see his face nor his reactions, but she can feel them—the small shiver that runs through his frame, the sharp inhale that she hears, and the flex of his fingers against her hips. it fills her with a warmth and affection that she isn't prepared for, something that she can't analyze in this moment, too preoccupied with maintaining her focus on getting him off before she does. it feels almost easier for her to take him in her mouth at this angle, freeing her hands to palm over his thighs as the seal of her mouth slips further down his length, dipping the tip of her tongue into the slit at the head.
she doesn't think she'll last very long, she never does when it comes to him, but the newness of their position keeps her balanced precariously on the edge, listening for his voice beneath the wet sounds of their mouths. ]
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just like clorinde is thinking of trying to get him off before she does, so too is tseng thinking about whether he'll be able to get clorinde off before he succumbs to his inevitable climax. it's going to be a close thing one way or another, because even just this much has him feeling dangerously aroused, some combination of the new position and the touch and feeling of her hands and mouth leaving him dizzy with desire. still, it spurs tseng on, his lips returning to clorinde's clit to suck at it with firmer suction this time.
after a moment, even though the angle isn't quite right, tseng shifts a hand as well so he can slide his middle finger inside her, curling it forward and down to rub against her gspot as his mouth alternates between her clit and her wet opening. it's a sacrifice, to replace the depth of his tongue with the pressure of a finger instead—but tseng finds he can still lick into her even so, and he's rewarded a few seconds later by the way clorinde clenches around his finger and comes with a moan, wetness dripping over his hand and chin as he licks her through her climax. ]