Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20170609225054/@comment-28358106-20170621054003

The pair are pushed into the chamber before they can react. Thomas straightens his coat huffily. "I could've cast a silencing rune on this room too," he mutters. He turns back to Tirush, and is surprised to see her further in the room. She stands still, facing away from him.

He steps forward to her. "Come on, let's get back outside. Leontyne is arriving and she'll want to..."

He stops as she slowly turns to face him. Her eyes are moist.

"Danthe, my beloved, I am so sorry...so sorry. I have shamed you.  This was...this was never my intention.  I heard what had happened, how Regina had been attacked, and I was angry, and afraid, because I was not there."

"Tirush..." Thomas starts.

"Afraid that my family, our family, so young together, would end. That I should lose her, that we should lose her.  I became angry.  I thought of what would happen if it were not harmless, and I became angry.  I thought these things, even though they were not so.  And then I understood that it was not so."

Her voice wavers. "And I saw your eyes, the way you looked at me. Your eyes, and how I would rather die a thousand times before I would give you a reason to look at me in such a way again!  I have shamed you, beloved..."

Thomas is in front of her, his hands on her arms. His hands travel up the contours of her shoulders, then up her nape, cradling her face. "Tirush, don't do this to yourself. You didn't do anything wrong.  You just got angry, and that's natural.  Nobody blames you if you thought Regina was in serious trouble."

"But she was not, and that made me even angrier..."

"...And you reacted exactly how a Wyvern should." He gives a little smile. "You're full of Dragonfire, darling. It's going to show every once in a while."

She blinks away tears. "You...you are not upset?"

Thomas smiles.

And then he moves his hands to her arms again. He gingerly but firmly pushes her back the few feet to the wall. In one gentle, swift movement, he presses his body against hers, their contours becoming one. His left hand reaches up and takes the back of her head. He pauses with her hair for a moment.

Then his right hand reaches up and grabs her breast, pushing it up, squeezing it through her thin dress. She gives a gasp of surprise, and he takes the opportunity to kiss her deeply, his body presing her against the wall.

She can only give a muffled squeak of shock, which quickly melts away. Slowly her arms wrap around him, her wings enveloping him.

They remain this way for some time, the only sounds her short moans of pleasure as their bodies occasionally shift in response to one another. Finally, Thomas slowly pulls away.

Tirush opens her eyes dreamily. Thomas lets her breast go and holds her close, pulling her head to rest on his shoulder.

"We're going to be married soon. Very soon.  And when we do, I want all of your fire.  Every bit you have.  I wanted it all when I pledged myself to you, and I still do."

"It's yours, Danthe," she whispers in his ear. "I am yours. Every part."

-

"Where's that friend of yours got to, Jaghund?" Bale says, leaning against the cask, swirling his drink. "He's been gone a bit."