Horus’s grin widened, a glint of mischief flashing in his dark eyes as he leaned back in the tub, thoroughly enjoying the way Celine’s hands moved with deliberate care through his beard. The tension of battle melted from his body as her touch lingered, her words wrapping around him like the warmth of the water.
He hummed appreciatively as her fingers worked the last of the blood and grime free from his face, his eyes half-lidded as he watched her. Her suggestion of retreating to Rivain tugged at something deeper within him—a yearning for a rare slice of peace. Still, the idea of Antiva City and its familiar chaos had its appeal too.
The kiss caught him mid-thought, and for once, Horus let himself fall into it without a quip or a laugh. Her lips were soft and slow against his, the scrape of his beard meeting the smoothness of her skin in a way that made his chest tighten. It wasn’t just the heat that stirred between them—it was the underlying gratitude, the silent *we survived* that passed between every shared breath.
When she pulled back, his grin returned, lazy and languid, his eyes flickering with desire and affection alike.
He reached for the bar of soap in her hand, his fingers brushing hers beneath the water. The sly grin on his lips never faded as he leaned forward, his body sliding against hers under the warm water, every move deliberate.
His hands skimmed over her shoulders, the lather spreading as he began to wash away the remnants of the battle. His touch lingered, slow and thorough, as though savoring every moment.
The tension of battle was gone now, replaced by the quiet intimacy of shared survival. Whatever the morrow brought, it could wait. Tonight, there was only them—alive, whole, and entirely theirs.
@Celine Vonn
Ah, love, you do spoil me,he murmured, the words low and teasing.
I don’t know what’s more tempting—the promise of Rivaini waters or that grand tour of Antivan balconies. Although… we do have a knack for leaving quite the impression, don’t we?
He hummed appreciatively as her fingers worked the last of the blood and grime free from his face, his eyes half-lidded as he watched her. Her suggestion of retreating to Rivain tugged at something deeper within him—a yearning for a rare slice of peace. Still, the idea of Antiva City and its familiar chaos had its appeal too.
Rivain for the sea, Antiva for the scandal. Why not both? We’ve earned a bit of indulgence, wouldn’t you say? Though I’ll have to insist we add another stop to the list—a tavern in Llomerryn. Best rum on this side of Thedas, and I’ve yet to see you bent over a Rivaini barrel.He waggled his eyebrows at her, his tone entirely unrepentant.
The kiss caught him mid-thought, and for once, Horus let himself fall into it without a quip or a laugh. Her lips were soft and slow against his, the scrape of his beard meeting the smoothness of her skin in a way that made his chest tighten. It wasn’t just the heat that stirred between them—it was the underlying gratitude, the silent *we survived* that passed between every shared breath.
When she pulled back, his grin returned, lazy and languid, his eyes flickering with desire and affection alike.
I’d say I deserve a turn at soaping you up first, seeing as you’ve already tended to my handsome face. Fair is fair, aye?
He reached for the bar of soap in her hand, his fingers brushing hers beneath the water. The sly grin on his lips never faded as he leaned forward, his body sliding against hers under the warm water, every move deliberate.
And as for holding you all night…he began, his voice a husky drawl as he lathered his hands.
That’s not just a promise, love. That’s a guarantee.
His hands skimmed over her shoulders, the lather spreading as he began to wash away the remnants of the battle. His touch lingered, slow and thorough, as though savoring every moment.
Can’t have you going to bed anything less than pristine, now can we?he added with a wink.
Though I’ll be perfectly happy to undo all this cleanliness by the time we’re through tonight.
The tension of battle was gone now, replaced by the quiet intimacy of shared survival. Whatever the morrow brought, it could wait. Tonight, there was only them—alive, whole, and entirely theirs.
@Celine Vonn
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