I'm in love with a fairytale
Sandor: *so, returns to the room with /relief/ when the fireworks are over, breathing out hard once the door is closed behind them*
Phedre: *looks at him, and just -- tugs him into a hug, if he lets her*
Sandor: *hugs her back, head kind of dropping onto her shoulder* --sorry.
Phedre: Hush, it's -- don't apologize. *will hug him tightly, as much as she can with her small arms*
Sandor: *hugs /her/* I shouldn't go to these things.
Phedre: *leans into him* to all of them?
Sandor: I just end up not enjoying them and ruining your - fun.
Phedre: I was glad to be with you, though...
Sandor: Really?
Phedre: Yes, Sandor, really. *earnestly*
Sandor: *sigh, looks away* Yeah. Okay.
Phedre: *reaches to touch his face and bring him to look at her* -- Sandor...
Sandor: What?
Phedre: Speak to me? *softly, coaxing*
Sandor: I'm not - good at these things. I'm just not.
Phedre: but you are good at others, love. That suffices me.
Sandor: Do you really want me to come to these - parties?
Phedre: Love, I always enjoy your company, but I only want you to do what you want to do. *firmly*
Sandor: I don't know. I just feel like I cause trouble for you.
Phedre: *:|* -- you are /not/ a source of trouble. *a beat* Sandor, is this about Sugar?
Sandor: Her and anyone else. *:|*
Phedre: *sighs* What else happened?
Sandor: Nothing this time, but it's not like she's the only one who dislikes me.
Phedre: *aaaw, you feel unloved, silly man* -- Sandor - sit with me?
Sandor: *breathes out, sharply* --why?
Phedre: because I want to be close to you. *softly*
Sandor: ...*sits, slowly*
Phedre: *sits next to him, takes his hand* -- tell me everything.
Sandor: You know everything.
Phedre: And I'm still here. *softly*
Sandor: I don't want to be a - some kind of embarrassment to you.
Phedre: You are not. *firmly*
Sandor: You saw how that - woman looked at you when she saw you with me
Phedre: Do I care? *a bit combatively*
Sandor: It means that yes, I /am/ an embarrassment. People don't think of people like you - don't think people like you /should/ be with people like me.
Phedre: *a touch more fiercely* Sandor, I love you. That is the only truth I know.
Sandor: And I love you, but other people here - know you, think about you.
Phedre: They can think as they wish. Cal did not seem to be bothered - and Sugar... does not know me.
Sandor: It bothers /me/ that people might think less of you for being with me!
Phedre: Love as thou willt, Sandor. I am free to love as I wish.
Sandor: Why doesn't it concern you?
Phedre: I am D'Angeline. By following my heart and loving you, I honor Blessed Elua.
Sandor: *comes back to her, resting his forehead on hers* --you're not ashamed? *of me?*
Phedre: No. I am not, Sandor. *earnestly* I am yours, and proudly so.
Sandor: *just - sighs a little, privately relieved, staying where he is*
Phedre: *reaches to touch his face, slowly, to offer him a kiss, very tender*
Sandor: *kisses her back, with a little bit of a sigh, still*
Phedre: *might leave her hands in his hair, just -- touching him, kissing him a little more, still gentle, but offering, too*
Sandor: *kisses her a bit more heatedly, more passionately*
Phedre: *responds to that, hands still in his hair, her body pressing against him a little*
Sandor: Phedre... *low, in his throat, pulls her a little closer* --door closed?
Phedre: *smiles against his lips, replies in a conspirational whisper* -- I think so?
Sandor: Good. I want to be by myself with you. Now.
Phedre: I like being alone with you. *softly, and nuzzles him before she steals another soft kiss*
Sandor: *kisses her back, a lot...less soft, though*
Phedre: *whimpers just a little in the kiss, might be leaning back into the bed, perhaps, with him coming on top?*
Sandor: *would love to, mmmhm, though he might just be pressing her back a little for the moment*
Phedre: *makes a soft sound, hands moving to rest on his chest, but is going to comply to anything he asks, with words or not*
Sandor: *kissing her mouth hungrily, almost devouring, just - wanting her body, all of it*
Phedre: *moans a little into the kiss, pressing, hands caressing his chest through the fabric. She's by no means passive, she always wants him*
Sandor: *gropes his hands down, pulls her hips against his to grind against her* I need you. *through his teeth*
Phedre: *moans again, nods, hands now sliding under his shirt* I am yours. *breathed, on his lips* -- take me.
Sandor: --say that again. *hungrily, mouth on the base of her neck*
Phedre: *touches his belly* -- I am yours. Take me, Sandor. *softly, promising*
Sandor: *hikes up her skirt, putting his hands on bare skin* I /will/. *low, a promise as well*
Phedre: *shivers* -- good -- *breathing hard, already, feeling so very /owned/*
Sandor: *slips his fingers between her legs, barely* I don't need your praise.
Phedre: *just moans, then, not using words, but closes her eyes and lets him have his way - blissfully, thighs spreading for him*
Sandor: *undoing his breeches with one hand, the other on her belly pushing her down to the bed, legs bent over the edge*
Phedre: *is pushed down, braces her feet on the edge of the bed, just -- looking at him, expectantly*
Sandor: *probably has moved his fingers to tease at her a bit more directly...*
Phedre: *nnnnngh, is arching into his hand, eagerly* -- Sandor --
Sandor: *presses a little harder* Yeah-
Phedre: *moans louder* -- please --
Sandor: *finishes opening his pants and answers her by spreading her legs a little farther and thrusting into her*
Phedre: *cries out, because as much as she always wants him, it does hurt, and it's /good/ -- * Elua --
Sandor: --does that /hurt?/ *low, into her skin*
Phedre: --- yes -- *panting, but she probably looks like she's having the best sex ever* -- yes --
Sandor: And that's what you want, isn't it?
Phedre: Yes -- yes -- *could be agreement, or encouragement, or just pleasure, who knows? probably all three*
Sandor: *suckles at the skin of her neck, thrusts again with a low grunt*
Phedre: *another cry, she might cling a little more, her hips move to meet his, to invite him deeper*
Sandor: *takes that invitation, greedily, shifting his angle as well to press against more of her*
Phedre: *oh Elua - another moan, louder, she likes when he does this, she likes when he's rough, when he just takes her -- and her neck extends, her hips twitch more*
Sandor: *nips at the skin and moves harder against her, feeling - needier*
Phedre: *another cry, rocking against him, hands clamping on his shoulders, now, and she's still enjoying him feeling conected, more and more*
Sandor: *pants a little, pulling his mouth away, only to seal her lips with his*
Phedre: *kisses him passionately, tenderly, still moaning when he muffles her cries*
Sandor: *kissing back harder, now, fisting his hands in her hair*
Phedre: *and still moving, getting close to her edge, riding it, even, and clinging, moaning loudly, in the kiss*
Sandor: *pulls her head back, pulling her mouth again* Say - something-
Phedre: -- please -- *blearily, she's just so lost in him* --- Sandor --
Sandor: *moans, and lets go, with relief, hand tightening in her hair as he climaxes*
Phedre: *will allow herself to follow, then, with a little cry, clinging a little more, and she'll shift her legs to wrap them around his waist, to give him a complete body hug*
Sandor: *loves it when she does that. weirdly, but he loves it.*
Phedre: *might -- then, relax under him, reaching to touch his face, his hair, breathing still a bit heavily, but*
Sandor: *probably face pressed against her shoulder as he finishes*
Phedre: *still touching his hair, might reach to make sure it's not in the way, to wipe some sweat off his face, very tenderly. She's not making any sign that she wants him to move, though*
Sandor: Hnn. All right?
Phedre: *kisses his forehead, with so much love* -- yes, love. Always, with you.
Sandor: Always?
Phedre: *another kiss, soft and tender* Always.
Sandor: It seems like saying that's...tempting fate.
Phedre: *softly* And yet you asked.
Sandor: I just - Hm. I don't know.
Phedre: It's alright. *reaches up, to kiss his adam's apple* -- Sandor, I love you. I want you. I desire you, and I trust you.
Sandor: I don't want things to go wrong. For you. *has this weird idea that nothing ever really has...*
Phedre: *oh, dear, if only he knew* -- Sandor, I am not as easy to break as I seem to be...
Sandor: --I know that. But still...
Phedre: But still?
Sandor: I don't want any - risk.
Phedre: *shifts a little under him* -- what worries you, Sandor?
Sandor: I don't want you to get...hurt. Somehow.
Phedre: *melts a little* -- Sandor -- *wants to hug him, or something*
Sandor: --what?
Phedre: -- let me -- let me hold you, please?
Sandor: What did I say?
Phedre: Nothing -- please? *is all kittenlike and melty*
Sandor: ---all right...
Phedre: *wrriggles under him, that means they probably need to move and lie properly on the bed* -- hmmÉ
Phedre: ?
Sandor: *is just fine with that, and moves to circle his arms around her* --yeah?
Phedre: *snuggles close, presses her face against his chest* -- you know - I never want you hurt either.
Sandor: I know. But if it was me or you...
Phedre: -- Sandor, please --
Sandor: No. I mean it.
Phedre: -- so do I.
Sandor: If it was your life on the line there'd be no point in holding back.
Phedre: *closes her eyes* -- do you realize I feel the same way?
Sandor: Phedre - I need you to accept that you're more important than I am.
Phedre: Never! *fiercely*
Sandor: It's /true./
Phedre: I refuse to live in a world where you are not.
Sandor: If I died, I'd come back. And it's nothing I haven't felt before.
Phedre: I don't -- *what if you didn't come back?*
Sandor: I /mean/ it.
Phedre: -- *in a very small voice* -- what if you -- some people didn't come back --
Sandor: I'd come back. Where else would I go?
Phedre: I don't know, Sandor. *worriedly*
Sandor: I don't have anywhere to go. And nowhere else I'd want to be.
Phedre: -- but we don't -- you didn't choose to come here, and neither did I. What if the gods interfered?
Sandor: There are no gods, Phedre. Not for me.
Phedre: -- if we are here, you and I --
Sandor: That doesn't mean it's because of gods.
Phedre: -- *sighs* -- I respect your opinions, love. Perhaps -- I'm just terrified that you would not come back. Terrified that you would suffer more than you already have. The thought is just --
Sandor: It matters to me more that you don't suffer.
Phedre: -- it would make me suffer.
Sandor: And what about the people who need you?
Phedre: *breathes* I was made to suffer in the place of others, Sandor. You seem to want to rob me of my very purpose.
Sandor: Are you saying I can't protect you?
Phedre: I'm saying, Sandor, that you can and should protect me -- so that I can do what needs to be done.
Sandor: And I have to /watch/ you get - torn apart by people who don't care about hurting you?
Phedre: *you don't have to watch* -- no, Sandor. Just -- accept that some pains are mine to bear.
Sandor: *breathes out* I've never been any good at /accepting./ *not quite growled*
Phedre: -- it is in my nature... *but snuggles him close* -- Sandor, do you know how I feel?
Sandor: ---no. *still >:|*
Phedre: -- exactly the same way. *softly*
Sandor: ...you seem to accept everything just fine when it happens to you.
Phedre: ... and yourself?
Sandor: I can't just watch you in pain and not - /you don't know what happens./
Phedre: *quietly* -- tell me?
Sandor: You - saw my face when that /woman/ kidnapped you.
Phedre: -- I did.
Sandor: That's what I turn into without you there to keep a check on it.
Phedre: *looks at him, a long moment* - - Sandor -- you were not wearing that face, the first time I saw you.
Sandor: I was lost.
Phedre: So was I... *touches his face* -- Sandor, I can't imagine life without you.
Sandor: I don't want to know what I'd do without you.
Phedre: I will never leave you. *kisses something of him* -- I am yours.
Sandor: And if you die?
Phedre: It is as you said. I will come back.
Sandor: ---fine. *doesn't feel...capable of explaining*
Phedre: *curls up closer* -- Sandor --
Sandor: What.
Phedre: I will not die.
Sandor: You've come close.
Phedre: And you prevented it - and you will again. I am well protected, Sandor.
Sandor: And if I'm not fast enough?
Phedre: you are not alone. *there's Oberyn, and Mildmay, and Muraki who owes her a boon, Aramat who has a crush on her...*
Sandor: If none of them are? Or if they aren't there when they need to be?
Phedre: I can defend myself. *softly* I've killed before, Sandor.
Sandor: ---*blink?*
Phedre: *looks at him* Surprised?
Sandor: ...a little.
Phedre: It was -- necessary.
Sandor: I didn't think that you would ever kill.
Phedre: *closes her eyes* -- the Markaghir -- Sandor, he was -- darkness incarnate. He would have sacrificed me to his gods, and unleashed evils on the world.
Sandor: *still working on the Phedre killing someone part*
Phedre: ... *stops talking, looks at him, suddenly worried*
Sandor: --I just can't picture you-
Phedre: -- he held a boy captive, along with many others. I was to free him, and them with him. When the time came...
Sandor: He would have killed you.
Phedre: Yes. He would have. So instead -- I killed him.
Sandor: *nods, slowly* --I understand.
Phedre: *nods again* -- so, you see. I can defend myself too...
Sandor: But sometimes you don't.
Phedre: ... what do you mean?
Sandor: Sometimes you just seem to - let things happen!
Phedre: --- when did I ever --- *is a bit shocked*
Sandor: Like with that - woman-\
Phedre: -- Sandor -- I did not /let/ anything happen.
Sandor: It looked like that to me.
Phedre: -- why would you say this?
Sandor: ---never mind. I'm sorry. *looks away* I'm just frustrated.
Phedre: *reaches to touch his face - the feeling side, if she can* -- Sandor, just -- can't we enjoy here, and now?
Sandor: *breathes out* ---I guess.
Phedre: *quietly* -- kiss me?
Sandor: *leans forward, captures her chin and kisses her*
Phedre: *kisses him back, passionately, as if to try and erase the angst*
Sandor: ...*with her kisses, not actually that hard*
Phedre: *might slowly work her way so that she can straddle him, still kissing*
Sandor: *nnngh* Phedre- *but not a sound of /protest/ oh no*
Phedre: *smiles against his lips, nips a little, kisses him again, hands on his face* -- I'm here --
Sandor: So I /feel./ *deep voice, in his throat*
Phedre: *another kiss, more passionate, more demanding* -- I want you. *yes, again*
Sandor: You're not just - saying that to distract me, are you?
Phedre: *maybe a little, but she does want him* -- I want you, silly man.
Sandor: Only asking. *kiiiisses, though, passionately*
Phedre: *moans a little, presses, her heat teasing at him, but not close enough to take* --- Sandor ---
Sandor: -/tease-/
Phedre: *chuckles a little* but yours, my lord....
Sandor: My tease?
Phedre: Yes. Yours. *breathlessly, scraping her breasts on his chest, on his scars, even*
Sandor: *lskdjflkj tries to adjust his hips against hers* Come /here/-
Phedre: *tauntingly* make me!
Sandor: Are you tempting me?
Phedre: Perhaps. *wriggles a little*
Sandor: *growls, moves to turn her on her back*
Phedre: *laughs, resists, but fails and is flipped*
Sandor: *presses her down - she's still naked, yes? and spreads her legs with one hand*
Phedre: *is still gloriously naked! resists again, for show* -- Elua --
Sandor: *slaps her leg* Stop that.
Phedre: *moans a little* -- yes, sir. *on purpose!*
Sandor: Don't call me /ser./
Phedre: -- forgive me -- Se--
Sandor: *turns her head sideways into the pillow, maybe* No!
Phedre: *is positionned, but resists a little* -- why not?
Sandor: Don't call me that.
Phedre: Whyever not?
Sandor: Ser? *presses her back with a little hiss, hand going to rub between her legs* You know very well why.
Phedre: And do you know why I disobey? *breathlessly*
Sandor: You want me to hurt you.
Phedre: Perhaps. *flippantly, she's pushing him*
Sandor: *growls* Phedre-
Phedre: -- well?
Sandor: *wraps his hand around her leg* /Perhaps?/
Phedre: *moooans* -- yes ---
Sandor: *tightens his hand* You have a better answer than that.
Phedre: *another moan* -- please -- hurt me --
Sandor: Why should I give you what you want when you're infuriating me?
Phedre: Because you want to hurt me. *slurred, a little, she arches to touch him a little more*
Sandor: *moans* Phedre-\
Phedre: Do it. --- beat me, tie me, use me -- strain me to my limit --
Sandor: I don't /know/ your limit!
Phedre: Then seek it -- I will use my signale if you push be beyond what I can bear.
Sandor: *hand on her shoulders, pressing down* Phedre-
Phedre: *is pressed* -- aye?
Sandor: *pulls his hand away* Be careful how far you push me.
Phedre: I trust you. *softly*
Sandor: *presses his forehead against her shoulder* Do you?
Phedre: With my life, and more, Sandor. *softly, earnestly*
Sandor: *presses against her, then* --on your knees.
Phedre: *a small whimper, tries to obey, though he might need to move for that - or is he giving her an impossible task on purpose?*
Sandor: *possibly both - mostly wants her knees under her, hips up*
Phedre: *strains to do as he says, it might be a bit long if he's being obstrusive*
Sandor: *probably* *here, Phedre, have a smack* Can't you move any faster?
Phedre: *cries out* -- yes -- Sandor -- *but is pinned, still, and that's a moan*
Sandor: Then /do it./
Phedre: *tries, again, but of course, can't really shift, as heavy as he is* -- Yes, Sandor.
Sandor: *bites the back of her neck, briefly* You're not listening, are you.
Phedre: *cries out, that hurts, and brings water to her eyes* -- I can't move, my l- Sandor --
Sandor: Yes?
Phedre: --- I am restrained -- please --- allow me to obey you -- ?
Sandor: *kisses her ear, abruptly* --didn't think of that.
Phedre: *moans again, shifts against him* -- allow me?
Sandor: *shifts to let up the weight on her, sliding one hand into her hair*
Phedre: *flips around, then, trying to scramble to her knees, hips up and breasts to the mattress*
Sandor: *sitting back a little, runs a finger along the bottom of her feet*
Phedre: *shivers, half-expecting to be flogged there*
Sandor: What's that for?
Phedre: *-- breahthed* -- it's -- sensitive.
Sandor: *does it again* --really.
Phedre: *shivers* --- yes.
Sandor: *again?* I like the way you do that.
Phedre: *whimpers a little more* -- yes --
Sandor: I didn't think something like this... *heeagain?*
Phedre: *it's almost ticklish* *whiiiimper, her foot twitches*
Sandor: --would get to you.
Phedre: *stops twitching, slowly* -- it does --
Sandor: *shifts a little, leans down to kiss her hip* That's - new.
Phedre: *a soft hum of pleasure, accepting the attention*
Sandor: *another, slightly nibbling kiss, turning her to her side*
Phedre: *moans softly, is supple in his hands, and moved as he wishes*
Sandor: I like that noise.
Phedre: *does it again, shifting a little*
Sandor: *laughs, a little* Phedre...
Phedre: *looks at him, can't help but smile, she loves when he laughs* -- hmmm?
Sandor: *tracing the hollow of her waist, over her hip* Mmm.
Phedre: *shivers again in expectation* -- Elua ---
Sandor: --think that's enough playing. *her shivers get to him*
Phedre: *is almost disappointed, what do you mean, enough playing?* -- as you wish, Sandor --
Sandor: I /want/ you.
Phedre: -- I am here --
Sandor: *body curved around her, rubs against her second entrance* I'm not done with you. Just for now.
Phedre: *moans a little, submits to it - she forces herself to relax, to be supple* -- I am yours, Sandor --
Sandor: *breathes in the smell of her skin* Mmm, say that again?
Phedre: Yours Sandor. I am yours.
Sandor: *braces against her and eases inward, not too gently*
Phedre: *cries out, but accepts him, hips bucking a little*
Sandor: *takes a few deep breaths, gasping a little, then finishes thrusting the rest of the way into her. through his teeth, kind of--* Phedre - come here. *arms outstretched*
Phedre: *moans at his thrust, but does try to twist a little, to be closer to him* -- Elua -- *is very, very warm*
Sandor: *arms around her waist, holding her against his chest, and twists against her, rubbing against more of her*
Phedre: *another cry out, moaning, but it's good, it's -- him, and she likes this, even as her insides are burning up* -- Sandor -- *another moan*
Sandor: *another hard push of his body* Yes-
Phedre: *cries out again* -- Sandor --*
Sandor: --/Phedre./
Phedre: *spreads her thighs, so that he can enter her deeper* -- Elua -- you --
Sandor: Talk to me-
Phedre: *it's hard to find words --* -- it hurts --
Sandor: *touches her hair* Yes-
Phedre: -- It's good --
Sandor: It is? *moves, again, with a groan*
Phedre: *moans louder in response* -- yes --
Sandor: Feels so good-
Phedre: -- tell me how it feels --
Sandor: *moans a little, breathes a few times* Good - it feels /good/, tight and /hot/-
Phedre: *moans in response, arches* -- you are so hard -- I want -- tell me how it compares --
Sandor: Compares to-?
Phedre: -- my other entrance -- *blearily*
Sandor: --*moans* Tighter - I feel more - of you-
Phedre: *shifts a little* -- Elua -- Sandor --
Sandor: --/Phedre-/
Phedre: -- please ---
Sandor: Please what-?
Phedre: .... harder --
Sandor: --yes- *harder, then, moves more violently*
Phedre: *cries out, loudly, blissfully*
Sandor: Damn - Phedre- *through his teeth, groaned*
Phedre: -- please -- can I ---
Sandor: Yes-
Phedre: *bucks against him, and clenches, comes powerfully, crying out his name*
Sandor: *comes as well, with a harsh sound in his throat*
Phedre: *shivers a little, hands clinging to his arms, and waits, drinking in his pleasure - if only with her mind*
Sandor: *stays pressed against her, just - breathing, hard*
Phedre: *closes her eyes - she's just -- relishing the moment, basking in their nearness*
Sandor: *mmm, it is good, Sandor agrees, isn't it?*
Phedre: *yes, yes it is - it's just a moment of peace, she feels, and deep connection*
Sandor: ...Phedre?
Phedre: Hmmm?
Sandor: How do you do it?
Phedre: *lazily* -- do what, love?
Sandor: Take all the - ...make everything peaceful.
Phedre: *shifts a little, so that she can hold him* -- it's not me, Sandor. It's love.
Sandor: ...I'm pretty sure it's you.
Phedre: *nuzzles him* I love you, Sandor.
Sandor: I love you too. But it's still something /you/ do.
Phedre: You do it to me too. *softly*
Sandor: ...I do?
Phedre: *smiles a little* I do, love. I do.
Sandor: ...how do /I/ do that for /you?/
Phedre: With you, I feel desired, beautiful - and owned.
Sandor: ...I don't /own/ you.
Phedre: *a bit of a quirky smile* -- you do, after a fashion.
Sandor: ...I do?
Phedre: Yes, love. You do.
Sandor: How?
Phedre: You are my consort - you have my heart.
Sandor: That's not - ownership.
Phedre: It's as much of it as it can be applied to me. *softly*
Sandor: I love you. Isn't that supposed to be different?
Phedre: *sighs* -- Sandor, I yield to you, when we lay I -- *shakes her head, sighs*
Sandor: --*sighs* Never mind. It doesn't matter. I love you.
Phedre: *touches his face* I love you too. *another kiss?
Sandor: *another kiss? is fantastic.*
Phedre: *is going to try to distract him with that kiss, if she can*
Sandor: *distraction! yay! kisses back, fiercely, warmly*
Phedre: *moans a little, might flip back to her back to have him on top, perhaps?*
Sandor: *is just fine with that, straddling her automatically and kissing more*
Phedre: *touching his face, his shoulders, kissing him with a little groan. Her hands move to touch his back, all over*
Sandor: *arches his back into her touch* You're beautiful. /Beautiful./
Phedre: *smiles against his lips, kisses again, keeps on touching him* I'm in love with you -- *another kiss*
Sandor: I'm in love with you and I've never been in love with anyone else. *still kissing, ferociously*
Phedre: *can't say that, unfortunately, but that doesn't mean her emotion isn't sincere - and she kisses back just as passionately, clings to him in response*
Sandor: *kisses down her neck, up her face, her lips again*
Phedre: *accepts and receives his kisses with gasps and sighs, she touches his hair, his face, his shoulders, anything of him that she can reach, almost desperately*
Sandor: You're - beautiful- *when he's not kissing, just - needs to be saying something, to tell her how much this matters*
Phedre: Yours -- *softly, between kisses, in response, every time.* -- My hound -- I am yours --
Sandor: I'm /yours/-
Phedre: I accept you. *lovingly*
Sandor: *leans his forehead against her* What does that even mean?
Phedre: *nips at his lips tenderly* that you - everything that you are, Sandor - are in my heart.
Sandor: I don't get you.
Phedre: *smiles a little* you say that you are mine, Sandor. For that, I need to accept you, don't I?
Sandor: --yeah, that doesn't mean it has to make sense.
Phedre: Would you sooner things were otherwise? *softly*
Sandor: No. I can deal with things not making sense.
Phedre: *is relieved even if it's maybe not obvious* -- good.
Sandor: *kisses her a little more, just - because* I'd think you'd know that.
Phedre: I always like to hear it again. *softly, on his lips - yes, part of her is insecure, and worried that he might leave her, one day*
Sandor: I love you, Phedre. Don't be - stupid.
Phedre: *she worries that he won't love himself enough to allow himself to stay with her, actually* -- Come now, kiss me, tell me I'm silly?
Sandor: *kisses her* You're silly. *is too selfish for that, really. he couldn't give her up.*
Phedre: *chuckles in the kiss, kisses him again* Your silly woman, Sandor?
Sandor: Nnnh. I like that. Sure.
Phedre: *grins, kisses him again, so tenderly* I like it too.
Sandor: My silly woman. *mock growl*
Phedre: *mock yelp* -- my silly Hound!
Sandor: I am not silly.
Phedre: *laughs* Hmmm, never?
Sandor: No. Never. *nips some skin*
Phedre: *nnngh, a little, leaning into him* Never ever?
Sandor: No. /Never./
Phedre: Hmmm... I beg to differ. *softly*
Sandor: --you do?
Phedre: Yes, love, I do. *a tender kiss*
Sandor: Why?
Phedre: Because you've thought I might leave you before.
Sandor: ...you're beautiful. Elegant. Wonderful.
Phedre: *smiles a little, she feels he just proved her point, and kisses him again, with incredible tenderness*
Sandor: *kisses her back* How could I not think of it?
Phedre: Hush. You are my life. *another kiss*
Sandor: I won't hush just because you tell me to. *grouchily*
Phedre: *kisses him again* Just be a bit kinder to yourself, if you please?
Sandor: Easier said than done. *muttered* *but mollified by kisses. always.*
Phedre: *nuzzles him* I'm here to help you with that.
Sandor: Huh. Just that?
Phedre: A simple little task. *sweetly*
Sandor: *rolls over to be on top of her* What about other things?
Phedre: *wriggles a little under him* Those too.
Sandor: Well. Good.
Phedre: *kisses him again, perhaps?*
Sandor: *kisses are never a question mark. kisses her, slow and sweetly*
Phedre: *looks at him, and just -- tugs him into a hug, if he lets her*
Sandor: *hugs her back, head kind of dropping onto her shoulder* --sorry.
Phedre: Hush, it's -- don't apologize. *will hug him tightly, as much as she can with her small arms*
Sandor: *hugs /her/* I shouldn't go to these things.
Phedre: *leans into him* to all of them?
Sandor: I just end up not enjoying them and ruining your - fun.
Phedre: I was glad to be with you, though...
Sandor: Really?
Phedre: Yes, Sandor, really. *earnestly*
Sandor: *sigh, looks away* Yeah. Okay.
Phedre: *reaches to touch his face and bring him to look at her* -- Sandor...
Sandor: What?
Phedre: Speak to me? *softly, coaxing*
Sandor: I'm not - good at these things. I'm just not.
Phedre: but you are good at others, love. That suffices me.
Sandor: Do you really want me to come to these - parties?
Phedre: Love, I always enjoy your company, but I only want you to do what you want to do. *firmly*
Sandor: I don't know. I just feel like I cause trouble for you.
Phedre: *:|* -- you are /not/ a source of trouble. *a beat* Sandor, is this about Sugar?
Sandor: Her and anyone else. *:|*
Phedre: *sighs* What else happened?
Sandor: Nothing this time, but it's not like she's the only one who dislikes me.
Phedre: *aaaw, you feel unloved, silly man* -- Sandor - sit with me?
Sandor: *breathes out, sharply* --why?
Phedre: because I want to be close to you. *softly*
Sandor: ...*sits, slowly*
Phedre: *sits next to him, takes his hand* -- tell me everything.
Sandor: You know everything.
Phedre: And I'm still here. *softly*
Sandor: I don't want to be a - some kind of embarrassment to you.
Phedre: You are not. *firmly*
Sandor: You saw how that - woman looked at you when she saw you with me
Phedre: Do I care? *a bit combatively*
Sandor: It means that yes, I /am/ an embarrassment. People don't think of people like you - don't think people like you /should/ be with people like me.
Phedre: *a touch more fiercely* Sandor, I love you. That is the only truth I know.
Sandor: And I love you, but other people here - know you, think about you.
Phedre: They can think as they wish. Cal did not seem to be bothered - and Sugar... does not know me.
Sandor: It bothers /me/ that people might think less of you for being with me!
Phedre: Love as thou willt, Sandor. I am free to love as I wish.
Sandor: Why doesn't it concern you?
Phedre: I am D'Angeline. By following my heart and loving you, I honor Blessed Elua.
Sandor: *comes back to her, resting his forehead on hers* --you're not ashamed? *of me?*
Phedre: No. I am not, Sandor. *earnestly* I am yours, and proudly so.
Sandor: *just - sighs a little, privately relieved, staying where he is*
Phedre: *reaches to touch his face, slowly, to offer him a kiss, very tender*
Sandor: *kisses her back, with a little bit of a sigh, still*
Phedre: *might leave her hands in his hair, just -- touching him, kissing him a little more, still gentle, but offering, too*
Sandor: *kisses her a bit more heatedly, more passionately*
Phedre: *responds to that, hands still in his hair, her body pressing against him a little*
Sandor: Phedre... *low, in his throat, pulls her a little closer* --door closed?
Phedre: *smiles against his lips, replies in a conspirational whisper* -- I think so?
Sandor: Good. I want to be by myself with you. Now.
Phedre: I like being alone with you. *softly, and nuzzles him before she steals another soft kiss*
Sandor: *kisses her back, a lot...less soft, though*
Phedre: *whimpers just a little in the kiss, might be leaning back into the bed, perhaps, with him coming on top?*
Sandor: *would love to, mmmhm, though he might just be pressing her back a little for the moment*
Phedre: *makes a soft sound, hands moving to rest on his chest, but is going to comply to anything he asks, with words or not*
Sandor: *kissing her mouth hungrily, almost devouring, just - wanting her body, all of it*
Phedre: *moans a little into the kiss, pressing, hands caressing his chest through the fabric. She's by no means passive, she always wants him*
Sandor: *gropes his hands down, pulls her hips against his to grind against her* I need you. *through his teeth*
Phedre: *moans again, nods, hands now sliding under his shirt* I am yours. *breathed, on his lips* -- take me.
Sandor: --say that again. *hungrily, mouth on the base of her neck*
Phedre: *touches his belly* -- I am yours. Take me, Sandor. *softly, promising*
Sandor: *hikes up her skirt, putting his hands on bare skin* I /will/. *low, a promise as well*
Phedre: *shivers* -- good -- *breathing hard, already, feeling so very /owned/*
Sandor: *slips his fingers between her legs, barely* I don't need your praise.
Phedre: *just moans, then, not using words, but closes her eyes and lets him have his way - blissfully, thighs spreading for him*
Sandor: *undoing his breeches with one hand, the other on her belly pushing her down to the bed, legs bent over the edge*
Phedre: *is pushed down, braces her feet on the edge of the bed, just -- looking at him, expectantly*
Sandor: *probably has moved his fingers to tease at her a bit more directly...*
Phedre: *nnnnngh, is arching into his hand, eagerly* -- Sandor --
Sandor: *presses a little harder* Yeah-
Phedre: *moans louder* -- please --
Sandor: *finishes opening his pants and answers her by spreading her legs a little farther and thrusting into her*
Phedre: *cries out, because as much as she always wants him, it does hurt, and it's /good/ -- * Elua --
Sandor: --does that /hurt?/ *low, into her skin*
Phedre: --- yes -- *panting, but she probably looks like she's having the best sex ever* -- yes --
Sandor: And that's what you want, isn't it?
Phedre: Yes -- yes -- *could be agreement, or encouragement, or just pleasure, who knows? probably all three*
Sandor: *suckles at the skin of her neck, thrusts again with a low grunt*
Phedre: *another cry, she might cling a little more, her hips move to meet his, to invite him deeper*
Sandor: *takes that invitation, greedily, shifting his angle as well to press against more of her*
Phedre: *oh Elua - another moan, louder, she likes when he does this, she likes when he's rough, when he just takes her -- and her neck extends, her hips twitch more*
Sandor: *nips at the skin and moves harder against her, feeling - needier*
Phedre: *another cry, rocking against him, hands clamping on his shoulders, now, and she's still enjoying him feeling conected, more and more*
Sandor: *pants a little, pulling his mouth away, only to seal her lips with his*
Phedre: *kisses him passionately, tenderly, still moaning when he muffles her cries*
Sandor: *kissing back harder, now, fisting his hands in her hair*
Phedre: *and still moving, getting close to her edge, riding it, even, and clinging, moaning loudly, in the kiss*
Sandor: *pulls her head back, pulling her mouth again* Say - something-
Phedre: -- please -- *blearily, she's just so lost in him* --- Sandor --
Sandor: *moans, and lets go, with relief, hand tightening in her hair as he climaxes*
Phedre: *will allow herself to follow, then, with a little cry, clinging a little more, and she'll shift her legs to wrap them around his waist, to give him a complete body hug*
Sandor: *loves it when she does that. weirdly, but he loves it.*
Phedre: *might -- then, relax under him, reaching to touch his face, his hair, breathing still a bit heavily, but*
Sandor: *probably face pressed against her shoulder as he finishes*
Phedre: *still touching his hair, might reach to make sure it's not in the way, to wipe some sweat off his face, very tenderly. She's not making any sign that she wants him to move, though*
Sandor: Hnn. All right?
Phedre: *kisses his forehead, with so much love* -- yes, love. Always, with you.
Sandor: Always?
Phedre: *another kiss, soft and tender* Always.
Sandor: It seems like saying that's...tempting fate.
Phedre: *softly* And yet you asked.
Sandor: I just - Hm. I don't know.
Phedre: It's alright. *reaches up, to kiss his adam's apple* -- Sandor, I love you. I want you. I desire you, and I trust you.
Sandor: I don't want things to go wrong. For you. *has this weird idea that nothing ever really has...*
Phedre: *oh, dear, if only he knew* -- Sandor, I am not as easy to break as I seem to be...
Sandor: --I know that. But still...
Phedre: But still?
Sandor: I don't want any - risk.
Phedre: *shifts a little under him* -- what worries you, Sandor?
Sandor: I don't want you to get...hurt. Somehow.
Phedre: *melts a little* -- Sandor -- *wants to hug him, or something*
Sandor: --what?
Phedre: -- let me -- let me hold you, please?
Sandor: What did I say?
Phedre: Nothing -- please? *is all kittenlike and melty*
Sandor: ---all right...
Phedre: *wrriggles under him, that means they probably need to move and lie properly on the bed* -- hmmÉ
Phedre: ?
Sandor: *is just fine with that, and moves to circle his arms around her* --yeah?
Phedre: *snuggles close, presses her face against his chest* -- you know - I never want you hurt either.
Sandor: I know. But if it was me or you...
Phedre: -- Sandor, please --
Sandor: No. I mean it.
Phedre: -- so do I.
Sandor: If it was your life on the line there'd be no point in holding back.
Phedre: *closes her eyes* -- do you realize I feel the same way?
Sandor: Phedre - I need you to accept that you're more important than I am.
Phedre: Never! *fiercely*
Sandor: It's /true./
Phedre: I refuse to live in a world where you are not.
Sandor: If I died, I'd come back. And it's nothing I haven't felt before.
Phedre: I don't -- *what if you didn't come back?*
Sandor: I /mean/ it.
Phedre: -- *in a very small voice* -- what if you -- some people didn't come back --
Sandor: I'd come back. Where else would I go?
Phedre: I don't know, Sandor. *worriedly*
Sandor: I don't have anywhere to go. And nowhere else I'd want to be.
Phedre: -- but we don't -- you didn't choose to come here, and neither did I. What if the gods interfered?
Sandor: There are no gods, Phedre. Not for me.
Phedre: -- if we are here, you and I --
Sandor: That doesn't mean it's because of gods.
Phedre: -- *sighs* -- I respect your opinions, love. Perhaps -- I'm just terrified that you would not come back. Terrified that you would suffer more than you already have. The thought is just --
Sandor: It matters to me more that you don't suffer.
Phedre: -- it would make me suffer.
Sandor: And what about the people who need you?
Phedre: *breathes* I was made to suffer in the place of others, Sandor. You seem to want to rob me of my very purpose.
Sandor: Are you saying I can't protect you?
Phedre: I'm saying, Sandor, that you can and should protect me -- so that I can do what needs to be done.
Sandor: And I have to /watch/ you get - torn apart by people who don't care about hurting you?
Phedre: *you don't have to watch* -- no, Sandor. Just -- accept that some pains are mine to bear.
Sandor: *breathes out* I've never been any good at /accepting./ *not quite growled*
Phedre: -- it is in my nature... *but snuggles him close* -- Sandor, do you know how I feel?
Sandor: ---no. *still >:|*
Phedre: -- exactly the same way. *softly*
Sandor: ...you seem to accept everything just fine when it happens to you.
Phedre: ... and yourself?
Sandor: I can't just watch you in pain and not - /you don't know what happens./
Phedre: *quietly* -- tell me?
Sandor: You - saw my face when that /woman/ kidnapped you.
Phedre: -- I did.
Sandor: That's what I turn into without you there to keep a check on it.
Phedre: *looks at him, a long moment* - - Sandor -- you were not wearing that face, the first time I saw you.
Sandor: I was lost.
Phedre: So was I... *touches his face* -- Sandor, I can't imagine life without you.
Sandor: I don't want to know what I'd do without you.
Phedre: I will never leave you. *kisses something of him* -- I am yours.
Sandor: And if you die?
Phedre: It is as you said. I will come back.
Sandor: ---fine. *doesn't feel...capable of explaining*
Phedre: *curls up closer* -- Sandor --
Sandor: What.
Phedre: I will not die.
Sandor: You've come close.
Phedre: And you prevented it - and you will again. I am well protected, Sandor.
Sandor: And if I'm not fast enough?
Phedre: you are not alone. *there's Oberyn, and Mildmay, and Muraki who owes her a boon, Aramat who has a crush on her...*
Sandor: If none of them are? Or if they aren't there when they need to be?
Phedre: I can defend myself. *softly* I've killed before, Sandor.
Sandor: ---*blink?*
Phedre: *looks at him* Surprised?
Sandor: ...a little.
Phedre: It was -- necessary.
Sandor: I didn't think that you would ever kill.
Phedre: *closes her eyes* -- the Markaghir -- Sandor, he was -- darkness incarnate. He would have sacrificed me to his gods, and unleashed evils on the world.
Sandor: *still working on the Phedre killing someone part*
Phedre: ... *stops talking, looks at him, suddenly worried*
Sandor: --I just can't picture you-
Phedre: -- he held a boy captive, along with many others. I was to free him, and them with him. When the time came...
Sandor: He would have killed you.
Phedre: Yes. He would have. So instead -- I killed him.
Sandor: *nods, slowly* --I understand.
Phedre: *nods again* -- so, you see. I can defend myself too...
Sandor: But sometimes you don't.
Phedre: ... what do you mean?
Sandor: Sometimes you just seem to - let things happen!
Phedre: --- when did I ever --- *is a bit shocked*
Sandor: Like with that - woman-\
Phedre: -- Sandor -- I did not /let/ anything happen.
Sandor: It looked like that to me.
Phedre: -- why would you say this?
Sandor: ---never mind. I'm sorry. *looks away* I'm just frustrated.
Phedre: *reaches to touch his face - the feeling side, if she can* -- Sandor, just -- can't we enjoy here, and now?
Sandor: *breathes out* ---I guess.
Phedre: *quietly* -- kiss me?
Sandor: *leans forward, captures her chin and kisses her*
Phedre: *kisses him back, passionately, as if to try and erase the angst*
Sandor: ...*with her kisses, not actually that hard*
Phedre: *might slowly work her way so that she can straddle him, still kissing*
Sandor: *nnngh* Phedre- *but not a sound of /protest/ oh no*
Phedre: *smiles against his lips, nips a little, kisses him again, hands on his face* -- I'm here --
Sandor: So I /feel./ *deep voice, in his throat*
Phedre: *another kiss, more passionate, more demanding* -- I want you. *yes, again*
Sandor: You're not just - saying that to distract me, are you?
Phedre: *maybe a little, but she does want him* -- I want you, silly man.
Sandor: Only asking. *kiiiisses, though, passionately*
Phedre: *moans a little, presses, her heat teasing at him, but not close enough to take* --- Sandor ---
Sandor: -/tease-/
Phedre: *chuckles a little* but yours, my lord....
Sandor: My tease?
Phedre: Yes. Yours. *breathlessly, scraping her breasts on his chest, on his scars, even*
Sandor: *lskdjflkj tries to adjust his hips against hers* Come /here/-
Phedre: *tauntingly* make me!
Sandor: Are you tempting me?
Phedre: Perhaps. *wriggles a little*
Sandor: *growls, moves to turn her on her back*
Phedre: *laughs, resists, but fails and is flipped*
Sandor: *presses her down - she's still naked, yes? and spreads her legs with one hand*
Phedre: *is still gloriously naked! resists again, for show* -- Elua --
Sandor: *slaps her leg* Stop that.
Phedre: *moans a little* -- yes, sir. *on purpose!*
Sandor: Don't call me /ser./
Phedre: -- forgive me -- Se--
Sandor: *turns her head sideways into the pillow, maybe* No!
Phedre: *is positionned, but resists a little* -- why not?
Sandor: Don't call me that.
Phedre: Whyever not?
Sandor: Ser? *presses her back with a little hiss, hand going to rub between her legs* You know very well why.
Phedre: And do you know why I disobey? *breathlessly*
Sandor: You want me to hurt you.
Phedre: Perhaps. *flippantly, she's pushing him*
Sandor: *growls* Phedre-
Phedre: -- well?
Sandor: *wraps his hand around her leg* /Perhaps?/
Phedre: *moooans* -- yes ---
Sandor: *tightens his hand* You have a better answer than that.
Phedre: *another moan* -- please -- hurt me --
Sandor: Why should I give you what you want when you're infuriating me?
Phedre: Because you want to hurt me. *slurred, a little, she arches to touch him a little more*
Sandor: *moans* Phedre-\
Phedre: Do it. --- beat me, tie me, use me -- strain me to my limit --
Sandor: I don't /know/ your limit!
Phedre: Then seek it -- I will use my signale if you push be beyond what I can bear.
Sandor: *hand on her shoulders, pressing down* Phedre-
Phedre: *is pressed* -- aye?
Sandor: *pulls his hand away* Be careful how far you push me.
Phedre: I trust you. *softly*
Sandor: *presses his forehead against her shoulder* Do you?
Phedre: With my life, and more, Sandor. *softly, earnestly*
Sandor: *presses against her, then* --on your knees.
Phedre: *a small whimper, tries to obey, though he might need to move for that - or is he giving her an impossible task on purpose?*
Sandor: *possibly both - mostly wants her knees under her, hips up*
Phedre: *strains to do as he says, it might be a bit long if he's being obstrusive*
Sandor: *probably* *here, Phedre, have a smack* Can't you move any faster?
Phedre: *cries out* -- yes -- Sandor -- *but is pinned, still, and that's a moan*
Sandor: Then /do it./
Phedre: *tries, again, but of course, can't really shift, as heavy as he is* -- Yes, Sandor.
Sandor: *bites the back of her neck, briefly* You're not listening, are you.
Phedre: *cries out, that hurts, and brings water to her eyes* -- I can't move, my l- Sandor --
Sandor: Yes?
Phedre: --- I am restrained -- please --- allow me to obey you -- ?
Sandor: *kisses her ear, abruptly* --didn't think of that.
Phedre: *moans again, shifts against him* -- allow me?
Sandor: *shifts to let up the weight on her, sliding one hand into her hair*
Phedre: *flips around, then, trying to scramble to her knees, hips up and breasts to the mattress*
Sandor: *sitting back a little, runs a finger along the bottom of her feet*
Phedre: *shivers, half-expecting to be flogged there*
Sandor: What's that for?
Phedre: *-- breahthed* -- it's -- sensitive.
Sandor: *does it again* --really.
Phedre: *shivers* --- yes.
Sandor: *again?* I like the way you do that.
Phedre: *whimpers a little more* -- yes --
Sandor: I didn't think something like this... *heeagain?*
Phedre: *it's almost ticklish* *whiiiimper, her foot twitches*
Sandor: --would get to you.
Phedre: *stops twitching, slowly* -- it does --
Sandor: *shifts a little, leans down to kiss her hip* That's - new.
Phedre: *a soft hum of pleasure, accepting the attention*
Sandor: *another, slightly nibbling kiss, turning her to her side*
Phedre: *moans softly, is supple in his hands, and moved as he wishes*
Sandor: I like that noise.
Phedre: *does it again, shifting a little*
Sandor: *laughs, a little* Phedre...
Phedre: *looks at him, can't help but smile, she loves when he laughs* -- hmmm?
Sandor: *tracing the hollow of her waist, over her hip* Mmm.
Phedre: *shivers again in expectation* -- Elua ---
Sandor: --think that's enough playing. *her shivers get to him*
Phedre: *is almost disappointed, what do you mean, enough playing?* -- as you wish, Sandor --
Sandor: I /want/ you.
Phedre: -- I am here --
Sandor: *body curved around her, rubs against her second entrance* I'm not done with you. Just for now.
Phedre: *moans a little, submits to it - she forces herself to relax, to be supple* -- I am yours, Sandor --
Sandor: *breathes in the smell of her skin* Mmm, say that again?
Phedre: Yours Sandor. I am yours.
Sandor: *braces against her and eases inward, not too gently*
Phedre: *cries out, but accepts him, hips bucking a little*
Sandor: *takes a few deep breaths, gasping a little, then finishes thrusting the rest of the way into her. through his teeth, kind of--* Phedre - come here. *arms outstretched*
Phedre: *moans at his thrust, but does try to twist a little, to be closer to him* -- Elua -- *is very, very warm*
Sandor: *arms around her waist, holding her against his chest, and twists against her, rubbing against more of her*
Phedre: *another cry out, moaning, but it's good, it's -- him, and she likes this, even as her insides are burning up* -- Sandor -- *another moan*
Sandor: *another hard push of his body* Yes-
Phedre: *cries out again* -- Sandor --*
Sandor: --/Phedre./
Phedre: *spreads her thighs, so that he can enter her deeper* -- Elua -- you --
Sandor: Talk to me-
Phedre: *it's hard to find words --* -- it hurts --
Sandor: *touches her hair* Yes-
Phedre: -- It's good --
Sandor: It is? *moves, again, with a groan*
Phedre: *moans louder in response* -- yes --
Sandor: Feels so good-
Phedre: -- tell me how it feels --
Sandor: *moans a little, breathes a few times* Good - it feels /good/, tight and /hot/-
Phedre: *moans in response, arches* -- you are so hard -- I want -- tell me how it compares --
Sandor: Compares to-?
Phedre: -- my other entrance -- *blearily*
Sandor: --*moans* Tighter - I feel more - of you-
Phedre: *shifts a little* -- Elua -- Sandor --
Sandor: --/Phedre-/
Phedre: -- please ---
Sandor: Please what-?
Phedre: .... harder --
Sandor: --yes- *harder, then, moves more violently*
Phedre: *cries out, loudly, blissfully*
Sandor: Damn - Phedre- *through his teeth, groaned*
Phedre: -- please -- can I ---
Sandor: Yes-
Phedre: *bucks against him, and clenches, comes powerfully, crying out his name*
Sandor: *comes as well, with a harsh sound in his throat*
Phedre: *shivers a little, hands clinging to his arms, and waits, drinking in his pleasure - if only with her mind*
Sandor: *stays pressed against her, just - breathing, hard*
Phedre: *closes her eyes - she's just -- relishing the moment, basking in their nearness*
Sandor: *mmm, it is good, Sandor agrees, isn't it?*
Phedre: *yes, yes it is - it's just a moment of peace, she feels, and deep connection*
Sandor: ...Phedre?
Phedre: Hmmm?
Sandor: How do you do it?
Phedre: *lazily* -- do what, love?
Sandor: Take all the - ...make everything peaceful.
Phedre: *shifts a little, so that she can hold him* -- it's not me, Sandor. It's love.
Sandor: ...I'm pretty sure it's you.
Phedre: *nuzzles him* I love you, Sandor.
Sandor: I love you too. But it's still something /you/ do.
Phedre: You do it to me too. *softly*
Sandor: ...I do?
Phedre: *smiles a little* I do, love. I do.
Sandor: ...how do /I/ do that for /you?/
Phedre: With you, I feel desired, beautiful - and owned.
Sandor: ...I don't /own/ you.
Phedre: *a bit of a quirky smile* -- you do, after a fashion.
Sandor: ...I do?
Phedre: Yes, love. You do.
Sandor: How?
Phedre: You are my consort - you have my heart.
Sandor: That's not - ownership.
Phedre: It's as much of it as it can be applied to me. *softly*
Sandor: I love you. Isn't that supposed to be different?
Phedre: *sighs* -- Sandor, I yield to you, when we lay I -- *shakes her head, sighs*
Sandor: --*sighs* Never mind. It doesn't matter. I love you.
Phedre: *touches his face* I love you too. *another kiss?
Sandor: *another kiss? is fantastic.*
Phedre: *is going to try to distract him with that kiss, if she can*
Sandor: *distraction! yay! kisses back, fiercely, warmly*
Phedre: *moans a little, might flip back to her back to have him on top, perhaps?*
Sandor: *is just fine with that, straddling her automatically and kissing more*
Phedre: *touching his face, his shoulders, kissing him with a little groan. Her hands move to touch his back, all over*
Sandor: *arches his back into her touch* You're beautiful. /Beautiful./
Phedre: *smiles against his lips, kisses again, keeps on touching him* I'm in love with you -- *another kiss*
Sandor: I'm in love with you and I've never been in love with anyone else. *still kissing, ferociously*
Phedre: *can't say that, unfortunately, but that doesn't mean her emotion isn't sincere - and she kisses back just as passionately, clings to him in response*
Sandor: *kisses down her neck, up her face, her lips again*
Phedre: *accepts and receives his kisses with gasps and sighs, she touches his hair, his face, his shoulders, anything of him that she can reach, almost desperately*
Sandor: You're - beautiful- *when he's not kissing, just - needs to be saying something, to tell her how much this matters*
Phedre: Yours -- *softly, between kisses, in response, every time.* -- My hound -- I am yours --
Sandor: I'm /yours/-
Phedre: I accept you. *lovingly*
Sandor: *leans his forehead against her* What does that even mean?
Phedre: *nips at his lips tenderly* that you - everything that you are, Sandor - are in my heart.
Sandor: I don't get you.
Phedre: *smiles a little* you say that you are mine, Sandor. For that, I need to accept you, don't I?
Sandor: --yeah, that doesn't mean it has to make sense.
Phedre: Would you sooner things were otherwise? *softly*
Sandor: No. I can deal with things not making sense.
Phedre: *is relieved even if it's maybe not obvious* -- good.
Sandor: *kisses her a little more, just - because* I'd think you'd know that.
Phedre: I always like to hear it again. *softly, on his lips - yes, part of her is insecure, and worried that he might leave her, one day*
Sandor: I love you, Phedre. Don't be - stupid.
Phedre: *she worries that he won't love himself enough to allow himself to stay with her, actually* -- Come now, kiss me, tell me I'm silly?
Sandor: *kisses her* You're silly. *is too selfish for that, really. he couldn't give her up.*
Phedre: *chuckles in the kiss, kisses him again* Your silly woman, Sandor?
Sandor: Nnnh. I like that. Sure.
Phedre: *grins, kisses him again, so tenderly* I like it too.
Sandor: My silly woman. *mock growl*
Phedre: *mock yelp* -- my silly Hound!
Sandor: I am not silly.
Phedre: *laughs* Hmmm, never?
Sandor: No. Never. *nips some skin*
Phedre: *nnngh, a little, leaning into him* Never ever?
Sandor: No. /Never./
Phedre: Hmmm... I beg to differ. *softly*
Sandor: --you do?
Phedre: Yes, love, I do. *a tender kiss*
Sandor: Why?
Phedre: Because you've thought I might leave you before.
Sandor: ...you're beautiful. Elegant. Wonderful.
Phedre: *smiles a little, she feels he just proved her point, and kisses him again, with incredible tenderness*
Sandor: *kisses her back* How could I not think of it?
Phedre: Hush. You are my life. *another kiss*
Sandor: I won't hush just because you tell me to. *grouchily*
Phedre: *kisses him again* Just be a bit kinder to yourself, if you please?
Sandor: Easier said than done. *muttered* *but mollified by kisses. always.*
Phedre: *nuzzles him* I'm here to help you with that.
Sandor: Huh. Just that?
Phedre: A simple little task. *sweetly*
Sandor: *rolls over to be on top of her* What about other things?
Phedre: *wriggles a little under him* Those too.
Sandor: Well. Good.
Phedre: *kisses him again, perhaps?*
Sandor: *kisses are never a question mark. kisses her, slow and sweetly*