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[lordoftheozarks]

When the ringing stops, all you'll hear is a cold voice that says one simple word, "Speak."

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[somebodychildofanyone]

"I...think I gotta be. More secure about. Y'know." She gestures, vaguely, to All Of Herself. "...You, Annabelle, I keep hurting people because I'm not...okay with being me. For dumb reasons. If you wanted an elegant lady in a high manor you'd have one, y'know? At some point I'm just insulting your good taste. It's just hard for it to feel real sometimes..."

[lordoftheozarks]

He frees one of his hands so he can sling it around her, over the cloak so she's spared the cold. "I am a vain man, and I do like my fashion. But you, River, are like a fresh breeze in my stuffy life. I've been with elegant women and I have not found the happiness that I feel with you. Ophelia was an elegant woman. And she was cruel in ways you never could be. Ways you'd never know how to be."

He holds her tighter. "You are crass, and rough, and battle-weathered, but you are also sensitive, insightful, and very Romantic. These are the things I love about you. You remind me slow down to enjoy the small things in life when I have a tendency to overlook them. I see the passion you bring to every moment of your life and it inspires me to experience things the way you do, not floating above them but embroiled in the gritty reality of them. You speak your mind plainly and hold to your principles unwaveringly, but you are not above learning or admitting your faults. You are my wild flame. You terrify and excite me. You make me want to rise to meet you. River, my love, you are the most real thing in my life."

[somebodychildofanyone]

There is another trill of that musical language River lapses into oh-so-often, though this one she's said enough to be intelligible to Erik; it's "Wren damn my eyes", said with a blush high on her cheeks as she buries her face in her cloak. "...There is a lot to talk about," she admits. "Like. Do we move in together? Whack on a second house to one of our homes so we can keep our work separate? Just kinda keep technically living apart? Childcare's gonna be..."

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"...Gods, actually. You don't sleep. I may be the first mother in living history to get a good night's sleep." She laughs, because it sounds great. However, the narrator would like to point out that she is, in fact, completely wrong about this and will be bitter about being wrong later, as is the way of the new mother. "...Fucksake there's so much to do and to discuss and to...we gotta take this seriously instead of just putting everything on the idea that affection alone gonna do it, right? I'm affectionate with my apprentices but I still gotta do fuckin' paperwork. And I need coffee. But..."

And here she turns and squirms until she can kiss Erik on the neck and nestle into him, confident that he's gotta be warming up to an acceptable temperature by now from her own excessive body heat. "...I kinda want affection too. I could go for a round of conversation and cooking breakfast while I get laid, if the domesticity won't hit your professional expectations and cause an energy explosion." She tilts her head up, grinning playfully. "You did keep the money, right?"

[lordoftheozarks]

"Right," he affirms, "It's about time to start asking and answering some of these harder questions. At least we have the luxury of planning."

Erik can't bring himself to burst her bubble about new mothers and sleep--not when she sounds as cute as this. She'll find out on her own, as all mothers do. That much he's picked up on in his many years. But she is right that she shouldn't expect to go it alone. He will be at her side through all of it. He wouldn't be anywhere else for the world.

She kisses his neck and he returns it with a kiss on her forehead. The fire and her body heat are doing their work to bring him up from frozen tundra cold to just normal cold. Best he can do for now. But, at her desire for affection, he smiles with no small amount of heat.

"I kept the money. And, River, I think you severely under-estimate how much I enjoy the domesticity. It's a perk. Especially now when I can share it with you to the fullest."

[somebodychildofanyone]

"Then let's talk," River half-teases, wiggling her way free. She pads, half dressed, towards the kitchen to hunt for the coffee. The elf gently wiggles her ass while she gets everything around to begin grinding the beans, her ears flicking in affectionate lust.

"It'll be a nice challenge for you," she muses playfully. "Get me off without turning me nonverbal."

[lordoftheozarks]

Let's talk, she says, while wiggling her half-dressed ass at him. Yes. Talk.... That's not what her ears are saying. Or her lips, moments later.

"I think that challenge is going to be yours," he purrs as he gets up to follow her, his stride smooth and predatory.

He hovers behind, trailing his cold fingers down her back until he gets a handful of the ass she's teasing him with. He knows better than to get in the way of her getting coffee, though. That's an essential part of the morning.