[ the dress drops to the floor, pooling at her feet. sola daintly brushes the fabric aside, for once not bothering to hang it up or fold it. ]
Typically one is the sun and one is the moon, but ah – [ that feels nice, the way he brushes his hands through her hair, the way he kisses her neck. sola closes her eyes, some of the tension from the day already sliding off her shoulders. she leans into him and pulls her hair over one shoulder with him, holding it there. ]
What is most important is the gravitational pull, the way two beings can orbit around each other.
[Rilan watches as the dress slips down from her body, and feels his mouth go dry at the sight of her. He's always known she was beautiful, but seeing so much more of her than he did that night they were together...it momentarily stuns him into silence.
He's very attracted to her and yes, he wants to do a number of things with her that would shock even some of the more adventurous people out there in the universe, but in that moment he's just shocked by her beauty. It takes all of his willpower not to reach out and touch her in ways that have nothing to do with a massage.
Rilan leaves a line of kisses along her shoulder, bare with her hair pulled out of the way, and flicks the tip of his tongue against her skin before guiding her over to his bed.]
You're the little sun between us then. The brilliant politician who shines light on everything around her. And I'm the moon that orbits around the sun. What light I have would be a reflection of you, as the moon waxes and wanes in the sky, I'll be more or less present in your public life as you need from me. [He finds her ear then and nibbles at the shell of it before letting her move onto the bed.] But always in your orbit.
[ with her attire so well-made and structured, her slip is flowy by comparison, barely clinging to the subtle curves of her body. she stands confidently before him, enjoying the attention he lavishes on her neck and shoulder, though she does miss the way he looks at her in shocked silence. ]
Mm, [ sola hums, closing her eyes until they start moving towards his bed. she is not especially poetic but will try to respond to those pretty words in kind, knowing he doesn't expect or need such a response from her but wanting to do so anyway, ] Celestial bodies in each other's pull, better when around each other.
[ her calves gently bump against the mattress and she turns in his arms, sliding her fingers through his hair again to kiss him tenderly before perching herself on the edge of the bed. she looks a lot smaller then, for once appearing as her actual diminutive height. ]
I certainly hope to be better, and to allow you to be greater with me than apart.
[It's simple and heartfelt, to his way of thinking. A truth. It's not just that he wants to make this marriage work, that he wants to support the political alliance that will be formed by it, or to ensure that he never has to go back to his home planet. He likes Sola a lot, and he respects her immensely. He can think of little better than to support her and see her achieve above and beyond her goals.
That she is petite on his bed, and delicate and lovely, does nothing to alter the fact that he thinks highly of her. Rilan bends down, having been gifted with one kiss, and steals another before carefully lifting her legs up and swinging them onto the bed to ease her down. His hands slip under her body then and he lifts her with ease, putting her more center on the bed.]
[ she's as light as a feather in his arms and her arms slowly slide from his body when he lowers her onto the center of the bed, fingers catching the dips between his muscles, sliding over any exposed skin she can reach before she eventually leans away from him, palms pressed against the mattress to keep her upright. ]
Jasmine, [ she answers without hesitation. in most cases, she would protest such fussing over her – she's independent, she can take care of herself, but today she lets rilan do as he asks. it will help them become better partners, right? figuring out their ebb and flow together?
sola looks smaller on the bed, sitting up straighter and pulling her knees to her chest, the lace of her slip covering them both. ]
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Typically one is the sun and one is the moon, but ah – [ that feels nice, the way he brushes his hands through her hair, the way he kisses her neck. sola closes her eyes, some of the tension from the day already sliding off her shoulders. she leans into him and pulls her hair over one shoulder with him, holding it there. ]
What is most important is the gravitational pull, the way two beings can orbit around each other.
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He's very attracted to her and yes, he wants to do a number of things with her that would shock even some of the more adventurous people out there in the universe, but in that moment he's just shocked by her beauty. It takes all of his willpower not to reach out and touch her in ways that have nothing to do with a massage.
Rilan leaves a line of kisses along her shoulder, bare with her hair pulled out of the way, and flicks the tip of his tongue against her skin before guiding her over to his bed.]
You're the little sun between us then. The brilliant politician who shines light on everything around her. And I'm the moon that orbits around the sun. What light I have would be a reflection of you, as the moon waxes and wanes in the sky, I'll be more or less present in your public life as you need from me. [He finds her ear then and nibbles at the shell of it before letting her move onto the bed.] But always in your orbit.
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Mm, [ sola hums, closing her eyes until they start moving towards his bed. she is not especially poetic but will try to respond to those pretty words in kind, knowing he doesn't expect or need such a response from her but wanting to do so anyway, ] Celestial bodies in each other's pull, better when around each other.
[ her calves gently bump against the mattress and she turns in his arms, sliding her fingers through his hair again to kiss him tenderly before perching herself on the edge of the bed. she looks a lot smaller then, for once appearing as her actual diminutive height. ]
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[It's simple and heartfelt, to his way of thinking. A truth. It's not just that he wants to make this marriage work, that he wants to support the political alliance that will be formed by it, or to ensure that he never has to go back to his home planet. He likes Sola a lot, and he respects her immensely. He can think of little better than to support her and see her achieve above and beyond her goals.
That she is petite on his bed, and delicate and lovely, does nothing to alter the fact that he thinks highly of her. Rilan bends down, having been gifted with one kiss, and steals another before carefully lifting her legs up and swinging them onto the bed to ease her down. His hands slip under her body then and he lifts her with ease, putting her more center on the bed.]
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Jasmine, [ she answers without hesitation. in most cases, she would protest such fussing over her – she's independent, she can take care of herself, but today she lets rilan do as he asks. it will help them become better partners, right? figuring out their ebb and flow together?
sola looks smaller on the bed, sitting up straighter and pulling her knees to her chest, the lace of her slip covering them both. ]