Ari ♫ ♪ ♬ (gracenotes) wrote in emillion, @ 2013-12-14 22:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !log, arielle chiaro, aspel cassul |
Good morning lover, give me your hand; today begins and it's all that we have...
Who: Aspel & Ari
What: Pfft, like we know.
Where: Aspel’s apartment
When: Noonish
Rating: PG
Status: Complete
A low, 'heh' lodged in her throat as arms wrapped around the smaller woman, pulling her close enough for Aspel to easily nuzzle against the bard's shoulder before letting out a contented sigh, and seeming to settle. With naked bodies wrapped together under the covers, it was easy to forget the blistering cold outside, and frankly, if it hadn't been for a glimpse of the snow through the blinds the thought may have never occurred at all. A thought flickered away from the turmoil wound tightly within her, away from the snow, away from the feeling of soft skin and warm sheets to food for a brief moment before it was a just as quickly banished. With a slight grumble, Aspel shifted, pressing a kiss to the bard's bare collar bone, and fingers absently caressed over the bits of skin they had the easiest access to. Even with all of the other thoughts picking away at her, this still seemed a much better place to be. Ari stretched, yawning, before curling closer into the embrace and determinedly closing her eyes. Whatever the time on the clock might be, it bothered her not at all -- she, too, had spotted the weather out the window earlier, and really, if she spent the rest of the day in this bed, she would consider it time well-spent. For one thing, it was warm here. For another, the company was more than pleasant. Her head settled against Aspel’s shoulder, her lips placing a lazy kiss at the base of the other woman’s neck, one hand skimming down her ribs, lingering for a moment on an old scar. “You’re thinking very loudly,” she murmured. Even the stroking of hands against her skin seemed a bit absent, though right in this moment, sated, she was content with such perfunctory caresses. Her own mind, perhaps fortunately, was blissfully blank right at present. Sometimes, thoughts got in the way of the moment. The yawning and stretching of Ari earned a passive, throaty chuckle, followed by cuddling in closer with the other woman. Such a simple action provoked an oddness of its own, it wasn't unpleasant in the least just a bit.... Odd. Had Aspel ever felt such a calm warmth before? Though, the pleasant caress would pull her mind away from where it had been once again, and the smith left out another slight, yet content sigh. "Is that so?" The words dragged lazily with hints of sleep still clinging to her speech. The 'is' if the sentence barely audible, making it sound more like 'that so?' than not. What thought could be so loud as to be heard? However, the point of her absent attention seemed to pull the smith back around a bit as the path her fingers had taken previous seemed to firm up a bit, designs being created against Ari's skin slowly starting with each stroke. “Yes,” Ari insisted. Between all the shifting and the grumbling, she wouldn’t be surprised to find Aspel had already had a full conversation with herself while Ari lay in her arms, blissfully unaware of anything except the fact that -- she shifted, too, dragging up the corner of the blanket to cover the back of her neck -- the air in the room was not nearly as warm as it had seemed a quarter hour previous, with her blood cooling. “I can almost hear you, even if I don’t understand.” Eyes closed, she focused instead on the motions of the other woman’s hands. Writing or drawing -- she could not entirely tell -- though she spent some time trying to decipher a meaning as fingers danced across her skin. The silence stretched. She contemplated letting herself doze off again, but she wasn’t truly sleepy just… comfortably lazy. For all that she had thoroughly enjoyed getting here, she couldn’t deny this was one of her favorite parts of falling into bed with someone, this warm, tangled comfort. “What’s on your mind?” she asked after a few more moments of quiet, the question colored with only a tinge of her usual curiosity. Another gentle kiss would be pressed against Ari's shoulder, arm curling the other woman closer briefly so that Aspel could stretch up, putting a kiss upon the crown of the bard's head before settling back into the comfortable - perhaps even safe - warmth of their embrace under the covers once more. Regardless of herself, fingers continued in idle, mindless patterns of circles and lines without much thought aside from the softness of skin beneath her touch. "Mm?" Brow furrowed for a moment at the question before the full weight of it seemed to sink in. "Mm." It took a moment to drag herself away from the half distracted state that her mind had stumbled into once again. "I am... Uncertain." The faintest frown formed on her lips for a moment before vanishing to a slight smile. "How nice you feel." Another press of lips against the bard’s shoulder, and hands stopped in their passive caresses, coming to fully cup against the other woman's body. "How comfortable," I am with you "this is." One eye sleepily opened, a half smile pulling at her lips. How I wish we never the thought was cut short. “Pleasant thoughts, all,” Ari decided after a moment of thought of her own. Minus, perhaps, the absurd number of difficulties they had needed to surmount to get here. Making up for the time we wasted, she thought, but did not say. Really, what did it matter in the grand scheme of things? At least all of that nonsense was done with for now, and they could enjoy each other’s company without… well, calamities, for one, getting in the way. She thought she could grow accustomed to this easy quiet. A quick thought, just as quickly discarded -- she was here right now. Whether she might want to be here tomorrow wasn’t worth considering; she would, or she wouldn’t, and things would progress however they progressed with roadblocks finally removed. No, much better to focus on the present moment. “I am comfortable enough to consider going back to sleep,” she added with a slight laugh. If after all of that we couldn’t be comfortable together, I would have been unbearably disappointed. “You are very warm.” A blessing, with the wintry weather outside the curtains. She opened her eyes, too, lifting her head just in time to catch the sleepy smile, which she returned with one of her own, not the least self conscious despite the utterly mussed tangle of hair forming a halo around her face and the high likelihood of a bitemark forming on her collarbone. "Mm." Aspel easily confirmed regarding the pleasantness of the thoughts she'd voiced. The rest were mostly just... Odd. And not particularly worth her time, effort, or energy right here and now. "Mm." was a second confirmation given to the ease with which one could fall back asleep if they so desired. The thought had occurred to Aspel as well, and while it held its own value, she wasn't entirely sure she could do much better than maybe doze a bit. "Winters in Kerwon." Aspel couldn't help but remind in a half asleep sounding mutter. It seemed a great deal of the time that growing into the cold assisted in making those who lived in such areas of sturdier stock, or at least, that had been her understanding and experience thus far. The notice of Ari's returned smile caused Aspel's own to widen more. Something about it made everything feel just a touch warmer, and arms tightened around the other woman, attempting to pull her closer as the smith's face buried in the other woman's shoulder just for a bit. It was a strange mood Aspel seemed to be in, but Ari supposed she couldn’t truly find fault with the result. She returned the embrace as she had the smile, settling back down against the pillow and giving serious consideration to a nap, perhaps followed by another round and then a late lunch. She felt the very best sort of worn out. “I am properly grateful for the Kerwonian climate then,” she said, her arms coming around to stroke lazily down Aspel’s spine. “And to think you’ve been resisting me and leaving me to sleep alone in the cold for so long, et cetera,” she teased. They could have been doing this ages ago, really. “Since I have nowhere to be until tonight,” she added, “a nap is sounding better and better -- unless you have other ideas, or choose to evict me.” "Strangely, I do believe you must have managed." A hand broke away from underneath the covers, slipping up just long enough to idly attempt to press some strands of wildly frizzy hair behind the bard's ear. "Yet," the thought of was the wait not worth it? died in her throat. "We are here now, is that not victory enough?" Her tone remained good humored as more thoughts were sacrificed to nothingness, things about how glad she was that they'd finally made it here, even if it did stir up other things she didn't quite understand all at the same time. Thoughts on how she'd quite like to keep this here, how... Such queer thoughts really. Since when did an assumption that anything would continue from one day to the next permeate her life? In the years before, only one thing had remained constant, and that certainly had not been a lo... Strange thoughts they were. "Mm, evict you, you say?" A teasing tone, something of a joke consideration being given to suggestion. An idle and oddly disturbing thought flashed through her head before being just as quickly dismissed. "I believe..." The word trailed off, thoughts sleepily turning over in her head once more. "I may have much better plans for you than that." Shifting, a series of chaste kisses were trailed over the bard's shoulder. Perhaps if action was taken, any action, she could banish the strange and oddly tumultuous thoughts and notions that Ari - as of late - seemed to continue to stir. Because really... Mag was the only one with a key, and for now, that was how it needed to be. |