Day Twelve - Promises

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Who: Eric, Jan
Where: His Room
When: Post-Party
Rating: R, presumably

Status: Closed, Finished
Summary: Eric takes Jan back to his room and she finally aquiesces to his request of exclusivity.  Eric has a go at making sweet sweet love to her and they fall asleep, presumably in each others arms.  Awww, how sweet...

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Her fingers were laced with his, though as she walked along, she pondered the events of tomorrow. She wondered what would happen ... if she'd wind up in someone's body, or if DauphinMare would have wild and unpredictable weather.

She wondered if she'd manage to keep herself from making a storm if they had sex ... and she doubted it. She'd feel bad for whoever got caught in the rain ... though at least it would wash away the snow.

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He opened the door to his room, and glanced to her.

"Something on your mind?" he ventured quietly, and he wondered if her thoughts were even still going in that direction.

He didn't want to assume they were, after all. There'd been an announcement that trouble was bound to arrive, and she might have other things she wished to attend to. Not that she'd indicated as much, but ... well, he just didn't like to assume anything.

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"Just ... a little worried, I guess." She licked her lips as she stepped into his room, fingers moving to the pins and clips binding her hair up. "Well, no, more than a little worried. There are a lot of variables here. Things we didn't have before. People with already unstable powers, and ..." she shrugged.

"But I guess I can worry about that later," she said, setting the clips onto his desk before she shook out her hair, letting it fall freely around her head.

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Eric frowned faintly. He supposed he should have been more concerned with the situation at hand instead of rather eagerly wanting to take her back to the dorms.

"Will later be too late?" he murmured quietly, though he was admittedly distracted by her hair.

Not that things like that should be distracting him, but ... well, it did.

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"Whatever is going to happen is going to happen," she said. "Worrying isn't going to help it." She slipped the tiny blade out of her hair, setting it with the other pins before she eased her sleeve up to slip the blades off her arm, setting those on the desk as well.

Like mother, like daughter. She didn't even think, really, that it was simply a local party and not something with assassins she had to guard against. It was part and parcel of formal wear - you hid your weapons on you.

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Eric tried to watch detachedly as she removed her weaponry, but it was difficult. Did she always carry all that on her? He attempted not to be shocked, but he kind of was.

"I suppose not," he managed.

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Jan patted herself down, because she always forgot something. Oh, sure, in the heat of things her hands knew where to reach for blades, but trying to actually remember ... oh, there it was. She slipped a long, thin, hollow blade out of her boot before she slipped her boots off.

"All set," she said with a little grin, her head tilting. Maybe it was her, or the lighting, but he looked a little off. "Everything okay?"

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Eric grinned a little.

"Yeah," he agreed, "I just didn't expect you to be carrying an entire armory on your person."

But he supposed it made sense; hadn't she said she was an assassin? Well maybe part of him had thought she might be joking.

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"Oh." She flushed a little. "It's ... habit, I guess. I mean, I wear this stuff usually to ... big events with lots of royals and ... danger lurking in every corner. So we have to be ready for anything. From the really subtle to the physical engaging." She smiled, and shrugged a little. "I'm all dearmoried now though," she promised him as she started toward him.

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"You're sure?" he teased, "Nothing else that's going to jab me later?"

Well, it was possible. All the same, he smiled to her as she moved to him, hands reaching out to receive her without thought.

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"I can very sincerely promise you that nothing on me is going to jab you," she said as she eased into his embrace almost naturally, as if she fit there, was meant to be there.

Tilting her head, she brushed her lips along his jaw slowly.

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Eric let his eyes close a little, and he wondered again if he should ask her ... but no, he'd promised himself to just let it go for tonight.

He did turn his head to capture her lips, though. They weren't in a crowd of people now, and he had no cause to hold himself back, or behave for them. He wanted to kiss her, and he could kiss her. That was that.

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Jan made a quiet noise against his mouth as she returned his kiss tenderly. Her arms wrapped around him, and one hand eased up along the back of his neck to slide into his hair.

The arm around his waist tightened a little as she eased her body closer to his, pressing herself against him and enjoying how his body felt against her own.

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Eric eased his arms around her waist, though one hand slid up her back to hold her closer. He broke the kiss to trail his lips along her jawline to her neck. Almost ashamedly, he realized that he was already excited for her, that he had been on the edge of it all night.

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Jan tipped her head to the side, her throat bared for him as she moved her hands slowly over his shoulders and arms, caressing him softly before she started to slowly, gently work at his clothing.

"Eric," she murmured. "I ... if you want." She frowned, because that wasn't starting out quite right. "I want to be with you," she finally said. "I mean... just you."

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Eric paused, and he pulled back to look her in the eyes.

"You're certain?" he asked quietly, though she must have been because she'd said as much.

He realized then that his movements had been somewhat tentative up until then, and he moved to capture her lips almost hungrily, though still gentle in his own way.