Juliet Nott (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} nottyjules) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} 20somethings,@ 2022-03-17 15:49:00 |
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| Entry tags: | c: juliet nott, c: raziel abadi, d: 2028 03, Ω: rp |
RP: A Very Secluded Birthday
Who: Jules/Raziel
What: Raz has planned a long, extended birthday weekend for his girlfriend.
When: 17 March 2028
Where: Secluded cabin somewhere
Warnings: NSFW
Completion Status: Complete
Things at the tattoo shop were going well, so well in fact that Raziel found himself far too busy to find time to just enjoy his girlfriend. Sure, they always made sure to fit a date night in, often one sleeping over at the other’s place. It wasn’t the same though as spending an entire extended weekend in bed at a beautiful secluded cabin that only had what Raziel had packed to bring with them. It consisted of food, drinks, wines, smoking materials, paints, his tattooing machine, and various things to help the two pass the time.
It was their first night at the cottage, and Raziel had planned the perfect way to start their trip. A colorful and delicious meal that his mother had helped him put together, that the pair ate by candlelight. There was something so wonderfully beautiful about being there with Juliet, feeling the quiet all around them.
As he finished dinner, he reached a hand across the table for hers. “I’ve planned a night where we celebrate you properly for your birthday. I was thinking we’d start with a nice bath. While you’re up there, I’m going to be down here getting a full body massage ready for you. Get the fire going, warm up the oils.” He found his fingers playing with hers. He had been thinking about this moment for weeks. He had so missed being able to truly enjoy his time with Juliet, not being exhausted from work. He had hired a new manager for the studio, he'd be cutting his hours back after their trip. That was another surprise for later.
Dinner had been absolutely lovely. Juliet always enjoyed seeing glimpses into Raziel's upbringing and culture through food. Life had been calm lately, so calm that she was beginning to get a bit nervous about something cropping up to disrupt things. But tucked away in that little cottage, the dusting of snow adding a quaint ambiance, the whole world and all its potential troubles seemed to melt away. Sitting across from him in the candlelight, Jules felt beautiful and loved, and she couldn't think of a better way to spend her birthday.
That it would be extended through the full weekend only made it sweeter.
"You mean you don't want to take a bath with me?" she asked playfully. She'd only gotten a small glimpse of the tub earlier, but she thought it was big enough for them to share it. Though the thought of his hands on her for a full body massage was quite appealing. Couldn't she have both? "Would you think me terribly greedy if I said I wanted both? The shared bath and the full body massage?" she asked, her cheeks flushing a bit in the flickering light.
While Jules may have just been teasing, Raziel had thought about getting in the tub with her. It was big enough for the two of them, beautiful old claw foot tub. He grinned as she finished her question, using that moment to get up and meet her on her side of the table. "Not even slightly greedy. Let's compromise, you go get into the bath, and I'll join you once I get everything mostly set up," he counter offered. He thought it a rather good idea, light the candles magically so he didn't burn down the home. It would take mere seconds for him to get it all together, the beauty of magic. Laying out his stones, the placement of the candles, and various aspects of the room however had to be done by hand. It was part of the ritual that he was going to perform for her. At least, if she gave him permission to.
As he came around the table, she stood up, slipping her arms around his waist and looking up at him with a smile. "That sounds like a workable compromise," she said with mock-seriousness, her lips twitching to hide her smile. At least with the aid of magic, they wouldn't need to worry about the water going cold.
Leaning up onto her toes, she brushed her lips against him, humming at the kaleidoscope of cool, calm colors that flashed behind her eyelids. It was almost as though she was beginning to interpret his thoughts and emotions as aural colors rather than memory images, like some sort of blend of their psychic abilities, and it was fascinating and comforting in ways she'd hardly dared believe possible. With one last kiss, she finally pulled away from him and headed toward the bathroom.
Feeling daring, she started removing her clothes one layer at a time until she was left in just her bra and knickers. If he was going to wait to join her, she wanted to ensure he was thinking about her whilst finishing up the setup. Her stomach was fluttering by the time she slid the bathroom door until it was only just slightly ajar. After turning the tap on, she finished undressing, found the bubbles and salts, and then stepped into the warm water, her body disappearing into the bubbles.
Raziel watched her go, fighting that urge to race after her. He wanted to do a few of the things, just set it up enough. Once she was out of sight, he was loping away, into the living room to set it up.
He created almost a nest of pillows and blankets in the center of the room, long enough for Juliet to be able to lay comfortably on. Then this was surrounded by red jasper to balance her root chakra, placed near where her bum would be resting. Just above that was tiger eye for her sacral chakra, and just above where her naval would have been was yellow jasper for her solar plexus. Level with where her heart would sit was rose quartz to balance her heart chakra, and a beautiful azurite for her throat chakra. For her third eye chakra position he had taken great care looking for this one, finally settling on his favorite labradorite. The last one was at her crown for her crown chakra, a bright ametrine. He was rather proud of himself for all he had accomplished, the candles being set into place by magic. He'd light them when he came back.
Upon entering the bathroom, all he could see was her. She looked so beautiful there in the clawfoot tub, the soft lighting all about. His own clothes had been shed, one at a time as he'd found a new article of hers on the stairs. His pants and boxers had been left with her undergarments. He felt that nervous energy, the kind you were supposed to only feel the first time you were with someone. He always felt it with Jules, did that mean anything?
Those thoughts were gently set aside, as he made his way over to the tub. He bent so that he could let his fingertips glide across the top of the water, slipping through the bubbles. "You make me wish I could paint people, this moment is too beautiful," he said in a soft voice, feeling the moment sort of called for it. He wondered if he knew anyone that could help him acquire a pensieve and maybe, just maybe, he'd be able to relive this night forever.
Jules blushed as she heard his voice, and she fought the urge to sink under the bubbles. She could feel how much he meant the words, the moment overwhelming her. And yet, it seemed that no matter how many of these overwhelming moments she still had with him, she also felt inexplicably safe and loved with him. She never would have imagined that from the way he'd terrified her at first. "It'll be even more beautiful once you're in here with me," she suggested, the words feeling ridiculous even as she said them.
She scooted forward in the tub, bending her knees up against her chest so he could climb in behind her. Her hair was piled high on her head, twisted into a bun with wavy tendrils falling out stubbornly, some of them damp and sticking to her neck.
Her words produced a lazy smirk on his full lips, and Raziel used that moment to lean in and steal a kiss, before he was standing to climb into the tub behind her. "I'll have to practice my skills with paint, if I can pull off a portrait tattoo," he mused aloud to Jules. His hands wasted no time in slipping beneath the water and bubbles, slipping around her waist. He pulled her back against his chest, where she just felt right. "Think you'd model for me?" he whispered into those piled high tendrils, that had her scent, something so uniquely her. It was paint, grass, and something so flowery sweet. He always caught the scent on his pillows the morning after she stayed the night. Those were always his favorite nights, he could imagine she was there with him.
"Tell me about your favorite birthday?" he asked curiously, as hands continued to dance across her stomach, sliding lower.
Leaning back, she relaxed against him, warm and comfort enveloping her as his arms went around her. She shivered at his question, feeling his breath tickle through her hair. "If it's just for us? Definitely," she whispered back, the sound carrying through the quiet bathroom, neither of them having thought of putting music on. The quiet didn't bother her, though, especially not with the calm that came with his touch.
Her stomach sucked in, his fingers tickling even with the water as a buffer. "This one, definitely," she answered first, a bit cheekily, turning her head a bit to peek at him over her shoulder. "But hmm... My parents always went all out for each of our birthdays, of course, so there are lots of lovely memories there. I think my favorite, though, was probably my eleventh. For basically all of my birthdays up until then, Peter, my oldest brother, was away at Hogwarts, but he graduated the summer before my eleventh birthday, and so he was home for that one. And because it was my eleventh birthday, which is already quite special in pureblood families, it was quite the event. My parents knew me well enough even then that they didn't invite a whole lot of people, but Peter and Vi were there. Thad was the only one of us not there, as he was at Hogwarts by then. Uncle Ferrol and Aunt Amy came with a few of the cousins who weren't at Hogwarts yet. And I remember that it was a gorgeous, bright, dry day."
She was utterly lost in the memories then, the words flowing as she told him about it. "Mum and dad set up a series of picnic and game spots along the trails, and we rode the horses and pegasi. There was loads of laughter, some friendly competition, but mostly just fun. After that, I was at Hogwarts for each of my birthdays, and then after Hogwarts, I went to art school. I don't even remember that birthday, I was so busy condensing two years of study into one year. Last year my friends took me out dancing and bar hopping, starting at Carnival." It was more than he'd asked for, but it was easy to open up to him.
His laugh was warm as she declared this her favorite, one hand moving to lightly rub up and down her side. His hands were enjoying moving along her soft skin. He may not have been able to see, but his fingertips knew the familiar curves of his gorgeous girlfriend.
Then he listened as she described her favorite, even describing how she had seemingly missed one due to art school. "It sounds like a wonderful birthday," he murmured, lips so near to her ear. "We should recreate it this spring. Get some equestrian friends to join. It could be good fun. I'll keep tally of the points," he promised, knowing he had no skills on the back of any four legged animal.
Jules shivered at the feel of his breath at her ear, her head tilting a bit as she nestled back against him a bit closer. "It was, and we should," she agreed. Knowing that he wasn't anywhere near as much of a horse person as she was, the offer meant a lot to her. She hadn't pushed him to ride much with her yet, if only because she didn't tend to ride as much in the winter, but she was hoping he'd be open to it now that the weather was turning.
"Your turn," she prompted. "Favorite birthday?" They always seemed so in tune with one another that sometimes she forgot they still had so much to learn about each other.
Won't that be fun? He would bring along some good food, he was certain he knew the best deli to get some sandwiches and cookies from. They'd make a day of it, maybe he'd invite her parents to the fun. Maybe they'd even help get it all together as a surprise.
Those thoughts were no longer important as she prompted for his own favorite birthday. "Mmm, I think it would be my sixth birthday. The first one at our new home, with Nani. She got me my first crystal ball that year, it wasn't a crystal ball though. It was made out of jade I think, I thought it was the coolest ball I'd ever laid eyes on. It was so heavy, I'd take it everywhere though. Nani gave me a special little bag to put it in that I could wear." He gave a warm laugh, shaking his head. "I think I still have it someplace, in my large collection. If memory serves, it's on my mantel at the house."
With his hands still on her under the water, it was easier than it ever had been for her to close her eyes and focus as he spoke, welcoming the psychic energy that was so often calmed by him, by his touch. And as he told her about the jade ball, she saw the flash of memory so clearly, as though it were her own. His Nani smiling as he opened the gift, the jade ball looking so large in his small hands. And when he mentioned that he thought it was on his mantel at home, she nodded against him.
"That's a lovely memory," she said softly. Her stomach was a mess of fluttery nerves, wondering if he would be upset that she'd made a point to try to see the vision of his memory. "And it is on your mantel," she confirmed a moment later. "I... might have peeked. I hope you don't mind? I've never had much control over what I See, but I seem to have a measure of it with you," she admitted, flushing a bit.
Brows perked with interest when she confirmed that it was on his mantel, an amused laugh slipping from him at her confession. "Really?" he asked curiously, one hand slipping to move up and lightly ghost his fingertips across her nipple of one breast. "I wonder if you might be able to show me, eventually. If we worked at our connection. Is it only one sided? Can I only show you?" he asked these questions of the universe at large, wondering just how deep their connection went, and just what did it mean? He wasn't about to voice that last question out loud, he was enjoying discovering whatever it meant for himself.
"Mmhmm," she intonated softly, utterly distracted by his fingertips on her nipple. Not distracted enough to miss the questions he asked, though, and she sighed, leaning back against him again. "I don't know. I've never really tried before? But I've also never really been able to pick and choose whether I See something before you, either, so... Anything is possible, it would seem," she said. It felt a bit strange still to be so up front with him about her gifts, something she'd held so close to her chest with everyone, even her best friends. Holly knew a lot about what she could do, but it had taken years of friendship and little bits told here and there for that to happen, whereas she'd opened up to Raziel so fully in a matter of months.
Those noises she made shot through him, his fingers gently pinching her nipple when she finished speaking. "I'm enjoying figuring out our connection," he admitted to her, certain he'd told her that before. It was interesting for him though. He usually came off as strange to most, especially if he mentioned anything about seeing colors. When he was a teen there had been a few who had accused him of being on something. Over the years, he just stopped talking about it. He found it so comforting to speak to her about it, especially since she understood on a much deeper level. Her gift was far more intrusive.
A soft moan slipped from her lips at the pinch to her nipple, her thighs rubbing together under the water as a bolt of electricity shot from her breast to her core. For a moment, she lost the thread of their conversation, her body taking over at his touch, heat pulsing through her. Was the water getting warmer? She thought it must be. "How can you do that?" she breathed, her head falling back against his shoulder, her hand coming up to cover his at her breast. She wasn't stopping him from touching her, but rather trying to connect with him more. Could she share the sensations with him? "Do it again," she urged him, focusing on the swirling kaleidoscope of colors she could channel from him when their auras mingled, willing him to feel what she felt as he touched her.
"Do what, my love?" he asked curiously, in the most innocent voice he could muster. He knew exactly what he was doing, evident by the smile gracing his scruffy face. She asked him to do it again, and who was he to deny her? He pinched her nipple again, this time gently twisting it, tugging. As he did this, he could feel a tug low in his stomach. It was a feeling that made his cock twitch against her rear, a soft noise leaving him. It was accompanied by a warm rosey color that seemed to fill their auras, watching as they melted so easily into each other. Well, that was different.
"Can I try one more thing?" he whispered, his free hand sliding down her side, towards her core. He wanted to see if he could feel her orgasm.
She could feel the impish energy radiating from him and had no intention of elaborating. There was no reason to, which he made obvious when he pinched her nipple again. A soft breath puffed from her lips as she focused on that connection between them, willing him to feel what she was feeling. The way his cock responded wasn't a good enough indication of whether it worked, as she knew that simply touching her turned him on. The auras he was sharing with her shifting colors was an interesting clue, though.
Before she could ask, though, he was asking his own question, and it wasn't difficult to tell his intention with his hand drifting lower. "Yes, please," she breathed, her knees parting to rest against his. She focused on keeping the connection open, though she was certain it would prove difficult once his hand was between her legs.
The idea came to him a little late in his opinion, but he finally let himself focus on how warm the water was, how soft she was under his hand, how good she felt pressed against him. He focused on feeling her, on seeing her. He was wanting to see if they could share her orgasm, it only made sense to him to concentrate on how she was feeling to see if he could tune into her, for lack of a letter word. He zeroed in on her breathing, letting his own chest rise and fall with hers.
His hand continued it's trail down to her opening, where he shifted to press against her backside, so that he had more reach between her legs. He used nimble and quick fingers to tease her clit, lightly rubbing circles against it. His mouth pressed a kiss just above the pressure point in her neck.
Being touched had never felt as good as when Raziel touched her. Not once, for as long as she could remember, had she been able to touch someone without the anxiety of what she might see with the contact. But with him, there was the beauty and magic of seeing what he saw, of their mingled auras, and she was blown away by the thought that it could be even more than that. That he might actually be able to feel what she felt.
Jules moaned softly as his hand slid between her legs, her head resting back against his shoulder, her arse wiggling against his growing arousal. Even though a part of her was aware of her hand on his arm, of that connection she so badly wanted to open up in the other direction, she was lost in the sensations. He had a way of making her forget that she was seeing things that weren't wholly her own, of lighting her body up in a way that everything zeroed in on him, his touch, and the explosive responses he could tease from her.
And when the orgasm crashed over her, her breath caught in her throat, stars exploding behind her eyelids, her body tensing with the intensity of it. And as her muscles relaxed, slowly, one at a time, she turned her head to press a kiss against his jaw. "I love you," she breathed, blown away by the connection, the intensity and power of it, that she Knew had opened up between them, even if she'd been too caught up in her orgasm to recognize it at the time. It was the first time she'd said the words out loud to him, but she Knew he loved her too, and there was no anxiety or insecurity in saying it in that moment.
Juliet felt incredible, not just his hand working her to orgasm, his mouth kissing against her neck, or how warm and fantastic her arse felt against his cock. He could feel her heart beating in sync with his, their breathing ragged, and he could feel that mounting pleasure like a warmth starting to spread through their bodies. Then he could feel it, he could feel something shift, and they felt as one. It was followed so closely by her orgasm, leaving them both breathless.
Arms slid around her middle as he felt her starting to relax, a lazy smile gracing his full lips. Bearded chin playfully scratching against her shoulder a moment. Then she said what he was feeling, and he turned his head so his lips met hers. "I love you too," he murmured back, eyes lifting to meet her gaze. It had never felt like this, he just Knew that this was it for him. He had found his person in Juliet.
It was their first night at the cottage, and Raziel had planned the perfect way to start their trip. A colorful and delicious meal that his mother had helped him put together, that the pair ate by candlelight. There was something so wonderfully beautiful about being there with Juliet, feeling the quiet all around them.
As he finished dinner, he reached a hand across the table for hers. “I’ve planned a night where we celebrate you properly for your birthday. I was thinking we’d start with a nice bath. While you’re up there, I’m going to be down here getting a full body massage ready for you. Get the fire going, warm up the oils.” He found his fingers playing with hers. He had been thinking about this moment for weeks. He had so missed being able to truly enjoy his time with Juliet, not being exhausted from work. He had hired a new manager for the studio, he'd be cutting his hours back after their trip. That was another surprise for later.
Dinner had been absolutely lovely. Juliet always enjoyed seeing glimpses into Raziel's upbringing and culture through food. Life had been calm lately, so calm that she was beginning to get a bit nervous about something cropping up to disrupt things. But tucked away in that little cottage, the dusting of snow adding a quaint ambiance, the whole world and all its potential troubles seemed to melt away. Sitting across from him in the candlelight, Jules felt beautiful and loved, and she couldn't think of a better way to spend her birthday.
That it would be extended through the full weekend only made it sweeter.
"You mean you don't want to take a bath with me?" she asked playfully. She'd only gotten a small glimpse of the tub earlier, but she thought it was big enough for them to share it. Though the thought of his hands on her for a full body massage was quite appealing. Couldn't she have both? "Would you think me terribly greedy if I said I wanted both? The shared bath and the full body massage?" she asked, her cheeks flushing a bit in the flickering light.
While Jules may have just been teasing, Raziel had thought about getting in the tub with her. It was big enough for the two of them, beautiful old claw foot tub. He grinned as she finished her question, using that moment to get up and meet her on her side of the table. "Not even slightly greedy. Let's compromise, you go get into the bath, and I'll join you once I get everything mostly set up," he counter offered. He thought it a rather good idea, light the candles magically so he didn't burn down the home. It would take mere seconds for him to get it all together, the beauty of magic. Laying out his stones, the placement of the candles, and various aspects of the room however had to be done by hand. It was part of the ritual that he was going to perform for her. At least, if she gave him permission to.
As he came around the table, she stood up, slipping her arms around his waist and looking up at him with a smile. "That sounds like a workable compromise," she said with mock-seriousness, her lips twitching to hide her smile. At least with the aid of magic, they wouldn't need to worry about the water going cold.
Leaning up onto her toes, she brushed her lips against him, humming at the kaleidoscope of cool, calm colors that flashed behind her eyelids. It was almost as though she was beginning to interpret his thoughts and emotions as aural colors rather than memory images, like some sort of blend of their psychic abilities, and it was fascinating and comforting in ways she'd hardly dared believe possible. With one last kiss, she finally pulled away from him and headed toward the bathroom.
Feeling daring, she started removing her clothes one layer at a time until she was left in just her bra and knickers. If he was going to wait to join her, she wanted to ensure he was thinking about her whilst finishing up the setup. Her stomach was fluttering by the time she slid the bathroom door until it was only just slightly ajar. After turning the tap on, she finished undressing, found the bubbles and salts, and then stepped into the warm water, her body disappearing into the bubbles.
Raziel watched her go, fighting that urge to race after her. He wanted to do a few of the things, just set it up enough. Once she was out of sight, he was loping away, into the living room to set it up.
He created almost a nest of pillows and blankets in the center of the room, long enough for Juliet to be able to lay comfortably on. Then this was surrounded by red jasper to balance her root chakra, placed near where her bum would be resting. Just above that was tiger eye for her sacral chakra, and just above where her naval would have been was yellow jasper for her solar plexus. Level with where her heart would sit was rose quartz to balance her heart chakra, and a beautiful azurite for her throat chakra. For her third eye chakra position he had taken great care looking for this one, finally settling on his favorite labradorite. The last one was at her crown for her crown chakra, a bright ametrine. He was rather proud of himself for all he had accomplished, the candles being set into place by magic. He'd light them when he came back.
Upon entering the bathroom, all he could see was her. She looked so beautiful there in the clawfoot tub, the soft lighting all about. His own clothes had been shed, one at a time as he'd found a new article of hers on the stairs. His pants and boxers had been left with her undergarments. He felt that nervous energy, the kind you were supposed to only feel the first time you were with someone. He always felt it with Jules, did that mean anything?
Those thoughts were gently set aside, as he made his way over to the tub. He bent so that he could let his fingertips glide across the top of the water, slipping through the bubbles. "You make me wish I could paint people, this moment is too beautiful," he said in a soft voice, feeling the moment sort of called for it. He wondered if he knew anyone that could help him acquire a pensieve and maybe, just maybe, he'd be able to relive this night forever.
Jules blushed as she heard his voice, and she fought the urge to sink under the bubbles. She could feel how much he meant the words, the moment overwhelming her. And yet, it seemed that no matter how many of these overwhelming moments she still had with him, she also felt inexplicably safe and loved with him. She never would have imagined that from the way he'd terrified her at first. "It'll be even more beautiful once you're in here with me," she suggested, the words feeling ridiculous even as she said them.
She scooted forward in the tub, bending her knees up against her chest so he could climb in behind her. Her hair was piled high on her head, twisted into a bun with wavy tendrils falling out stubbornly, some of them damp and sticking to her neck.
Her words produced a lazy smirk on his full lips, and Raziel used that moment to lean in and steal a kiss, before he was standing to climb into the tub behind her. "I'll have to practice my skills with paint, if I can pull off a portrait tattoo," he mused aloud to Jules. His hands wasted no time in slipping beneath the water and bubbles, slipping around her waist. He pulled her back against his chest, where she just felt right. "Think you'd model for me?" he whispered into those piled high tendrils, that had her scent, something so uniquely her. It was paint, grass, and something so flowery sweet. He always caught the scent on his pillows the morning after she stayed the night. Those were always his favorite nights, he could imagine she was there with him.
"Tell me about your favorite birthday?" he asked curiously, as hands continued to dance across her stomach, sliding lower.
Leaning back, she relaxed against him, warm and comfort enveloping her as his arms went around her. She shivered at his question, feeling his breath tickle through her hair. "If it's just for us? Definitely," she whispered back, the sound carrying through the quiet bathroom, neither of them having thought of putting music on. The quiet didn't bother her, though, especially not with the calm that came with his touch.
Her stomach sucked in, his fingers tickling even with the water as a buffer. "This one, definitely," she answered first, a bit cheekily, turning her head a bit to peek at him over her shoulder. "But hmm... My parents always went all out for each of our birthdays, of course, so there are lots of lovely memories there. I think my favorite, though, was probably my eleventh. For basically all of my birthdays up until then, Peter, my oldest brother, was away at Hogwarts, but he graduated the summer before my eleventh birthday, and so he was home for that one. And because it was my eleventh birthday, which is already quite special in pureblood families, it was quite the event. My parents knew me well enough even then that they didn't invite a whole lot of people, but Peter and Vi were there. Thad was the only one of us not there, as he was at Hogwarts by then. Uncle Ferrol and Aunt Amy came with a few of the cousins who weren't at Hogwarts yet. And I remember that it was a gorgeous, bright, dry day."
She was utterly lost in the memories then, the words flowing as she told him about it. "Mum and dad set up a series of picnic and game spots along the trails, and we rode the horses and pegasi. There was loads of laughter, some friendly competition, but mostly just fun. After that, I was at Hogwarts for each of my birthdays, and then after Hogwarts, I went to art school. I don't even remember that birthday, I was so busy condensing two years of study into one year. Last year my friends took me out dancing and bar hopping, starting at Carnival." It was more than he'd asked for, but it was easy to open up to him.
His laugh was warm as she declared this her favorite, one hand moving to lightly rub up and down her side. His hands were enjoying moving along her soft skin. He may not have been able to see, but his fingertips knew the familiar curves of his gorgeous girlfriend.
Then he listened as she described her favorite, even describing how she had seemingly missed one due to art school. "It sounds like a wonderful birthday," he murmured, lips so near to her ear. "We should recreate it this spring. Get some equestrian friends to join. It could be good fun. I'll keep tally of the points," he promised, knowing he had no skills on the back of any four legged animal.
Jules shivered at the feel of his breath at her ear, her head tilting a bit as she nestled back against him a bit closer. "It was, and we should," she agreed. Knowing that he wasn't anywhere near as much of a horse person as she was, the offer meant a lot to her. She hadn't pushed him to ride much with her yet, if only because she didn't tend to ride as much in the winter, but she was hoping he'd be open to it now that the weather was turning.
"Your turn," she prompted. "Favorite birthday?" They always seemed so in tune with one another that sometimes she forgot they still had so much to learn about each other.
Won't that be fun? He would bring along some good food, he was certain he knew the best deli to get some sandwiches and cookies from. They'd make a day of it, maybe he'd invite her parents to the fun. Maybe they'd even help get it all together as a surprise.
Those thoughts were no longer important as she prompted for his own favorite birthday. "Mmm, I think it would be my sixth birthday. The first one at our new home, with Nani. She got me my first crystal ball that year, it wasn't a crystal ball though. It was made out of jade I think, I thought it was the coolest ball I'd ever laid eyes on. It was so heavy, I'd take it everywhere though. Nani gave me a special little bag to put it in that I could wear." He gave a warm laugh, shaking his head. "I think I still have it someplace, in my large collection. If memory serves, it's on my mantel at the house."
With his hands still on her under the water, it was easier than it ever had been for her to close her eyes and focus as he spoke, welcoming the psychic energy that was so often calmed by him, by his touch. And as he told her about the jade ball, she saw the flash of memory so clearly, as though it were her own. His Nani smiling as he opened the gift, the jade ball looking so large in his small hands. And when he mentioned that he thought it was on his mantel at home, she nodded against him.
"That's a lovely memory," she said softly. Her stomach was a mess of fluttery nerves, wondering if he would be upset that she'd made a point to try to see the vision of his memory. "And it is on your mantel," she confirmed a moment later. "I... might have peeked. I hope you don't mind? I've never had much control over what I See, but I seem to have a measure of it with you," she admitted, flushing a bit.
Brows perked with interest when she confirmed that it was on his mantel, an amused laugh slipping from him at her confession. "Really?" he asked curiously, one hand slipping to move up and lightly ghost his fingertips across her nipple of one breast. "I wonder if you might be able to show me, eventually. If we worked at our connection. Is it only one sided? Can I only show you?" he asked these questions of the universe at large, wondering just how deep their connection went, and just what did it mean? He wasn't about to voice that last question out loud, he was enjoying discovering whatever it meant for himself.
"Mmhmm," she intonated softly, utterly distracted by his fingertips on her nipple. Not distracted enough to miss the questions he asked, though, and she sighed, leaning back against him again. "I don't know. I've never really tried before? But I've also never really been able to pick and choose whether I See something before you, either, so... Anything is possible, it would seem," she said. It felt a bit strange still to be so up front with him about her gifts, something she'd held so close to her chest with everyone, even her best friends. Holly knew a lot about what she could do, but it had taken years of friendship and little bits told here and there for that to happen, whereas she'd opened up to Raziel so fully in a matter of months.
Those noises she made shot through him, his fingers gently pinching her nipple when she finished speaking. "I'm enjoying figuring out our connection," he admitted to her, certain he'd told her that before. It was interesting for him though. He usually came off as strange to most, especially if he mentioned anything about seeing colors. When he was a teen there had been a few who had accused him of being on something. Over the years, he just stopped talking about it. He found it so comforting to speak to her about it, especially since she understood on a much deeper level. Her gift was far more intrusive.
A soft moan slipped from her lips at the pinch to her nipple, her thighs rubbing together under the water as a bolt of electricity shot from her breast to her core. For a moment, she lost the thread of their conversation, her body taking over at his touch, heat pulsing through her. Was the water getting warmer? She thought it must be. "How can you do that?" she breathed, her head falling back against his shoulder, her hand coming up to cover his at her breast. She wasn't stopping him from touching her, but rather trying to connect with him more. Could she share the sensations with him? "Do it again," she urged him, focusing on the swirling kaleidoscope of colors she could channel from him when their auras mingled, willing him to feel what she felt as he touched her.
"Do what, my love?" he asked curiously, in the most innocent voice he could muster. He knew exactly what he was doing, evident by the smile gracing his scruffy face. She asked him to do it again, and who was he to deny her? He pinched her nipple again, this time gently twisting it, tugging. As he did this, he could feel a tug low in his stomach. It was a feeling that made his cock twitch against her rear, a soft noise leaving him. It was accompanied by a warm rosey color that seemed to fill their auras, watching as they melted so easily into each other. Well, that was different.
"Can I try one more thing?" he whispered, his free hand sliding down her side, towards her core. He wanted to see if he could feel her orgasm.
She could feel the impish energy radiating from him and had no intention of elaborating. There was no reason to, which he made obvious when he pinched her nipple again. A soft breath puffed from her lips as she focused on that connection between them, willing him to feel what she was feeling. The way his cock responded wasn't a good enough indication of whether it worked, as she knew that simply touching her turned him on. The auras he was sharing with her shifting colors was an interesting clue, though.
Before she could ask, though, he was asking his own question, and it wasn't difficult to tell his intention with his hand drifting lower. "Yes, please," she breathed, her knees parting to rest against his. She focused on keeping the connection open, though she was certain it would prove difficult once his hand was between her legs.
The idea came to him a little late in his opinion, but he finally let himself focus on how warm the water was, how soft she was under his hand, how good she felt pressed against him. He focused on feeling her, on seeing her. He was wanting to see if they could share her orgasm, it only made sense to him to concentrate on how she was feeling to see if he could tune into her, for lack of a letter word. He zeroed in on her breathing, letting his own chest rise and fall with hers.
His hand continued it's trail down to her opening, where he shifted to press against her backside, so that he had more reach between her legs. He used nimble and quick fingers to tease her clit, lightly rubbing circles against it. His mouth pressed a kiss just above the pressure point in her neck.
Being touched had never felt as good as when Raziel touched her. Not once, for as long as she could remember, had she been able to touch someone without the anxiety of what she might see with the contact. But with him, there was the beauty and magic of seeing what he saw, of their mingled auras, and she was blown away by the thought that it could be even more than that. That he might actually be able to feel what she felt.
Jules moaned softly as his hand slid between her legs, her head resting back against his shoulder, her arse wiggling against his growing arousal. Even though a part of her was aware of her hand on his arm, of that connection she so badly wanted to open up in the other direction, she was lost in the sensations. He had a way of making her forget that she was seeing things that weren't wholly her own, of lighting her body up in a way that everything zeroed in on him, his touch, and the explosive responses he could tease from her.
And when the orgasm crashed over her, her breath caught in her throat, stars exploding behind her eyelids, her body tensing with the intensity of it. And as her muscles relaxed, slowly, one at a time, she turned her head to press a kiss against his jaw. "I love you," she breathed, blown away by the connection, the intensity and power of it, that she Knew had opened up between them, even if she'd been too caught up in her orgasm to recognize it at the time. It was the first time she'd said the words out loud to him, but she Knew he loved her too, and there was no anxiety or insecurity in saying it in that moment.
Juliet felt incredible, not just his hand working her to orgasm, his mouth kissing against her neck, or how warm and fantastic her arse felt against his cock. He could feel her heart beating in sync with his, their breathing ragged, and he could feel that mounting pleasure like a warmth starting to spread through their bodies. Then he could feel it, he could feel something shift, and they felt as one. It was followed so closely by her orgasm, leaving them both breathless.
Arms slid around her middle as he felt her starting to relax, a lazy smile gracing his full lips. Bearded chin playfully scratching against her shoulder a moment. Then she said what he was feeling, and he turned his head so his lips met hers. "I love you too," he murmured back, eyes lifting to meet her gaze. It had never felt like this, he just Knew that this was it for him. He had found his person in Juliet.