digitizedsouls | (psl) so now my dear it's just a matter of time

[He gets pulled into that kiss before he can come up with any kind of response about her expectations; it's a heavy and all-consuming thing, and even with what's looming just ahead of them, all it takes is a kiss to thoroughly distract him and command his full attention. He's wanted to kiss her for so long, there's no possible way he can get enough of it now.

He sighs against her lips when it breaks all too soon, the sharp press of her teeth full of promise, but her next suggestion has that grin of his pulling wide again. Of course. Next natural step, right?]

Think we can arrange that.

[He's reluctant to pull away from her at all, but some of that is eased as he's treated to a particularly nice view of her reclining on the mattress to watch him. He's inspired to make short work of his trousers, dropping his belt and the attached guard she'd already loosened before kicking off his boots and sending the rest of his clothing in their wake. He'd been slow and cautious in removing Hilda's boots, but none of that caution remains now; his things end up in a heap on the floor and, unsurprisingly, he's revealed to be incredibly wanting— to be expected, given the progression of things so far.]

[Not only is Balthus treated to a nice view of Hilda laying back and watching him undress, he also gets to watch her peel off her panties and kick them off to the side. She keeps her legs slightly parted as she settles back in, all the better for him to see the effect he's had on her. Her wetness is less obvious than his own arousal, obviously, but it's no less wanting.

Once Balthus is finished removing the last of his clothing, Hilda sits up, stretches luxuriously, and crawls over to the edge of the bed to meet him there. Grinning like the cat who caught the canary, she slowly runs a finger up and down the length of him.]

Finally.

[She's been waiting literal years to see him naked and hard like this. She's allowed a comment or two about it.]

You look amazing without any clothes on, you know. Definitely can get used to seeing you like this.

[Any composure he might have managed to hold onto in rejoining her on the bed is absolutely shattered as she gives that catlike stretch and moves to drag her finger along his length; he swallows a groan to no effect, a low and needy sound that escapes him despite his effort as he reaches for her shoulder to balance himself.]

Could say the same for you.

[And he will, at length, because even now, with a shudder threatening to roll through him at her very touch, he cannot take his eyes off of her. He rolls his hips forward in a bid for more touch, even as he nudges his way closer to the bed— he could easily pick her up and join her, and he just might, but he's definitely enjoying the view of her perched at the edge after crawling her way towards him.

How the hell did he get so lucky?]

Don't think you've got anything to worry about there, anyway... we're gonna be seeing a whole lot of each other just like this.

[It's not being conceited when they both know it's absolutely true.]

Feel like makin' room for me to join you, gorgeous?

[Oh, that is a lovely sound. Hilda shivers in response to it, the noise rumbling through her and settling pleasantly in her core.

She’s the lucky one, if you ask her, getting to see him standing over her and hearing that voice in her ears.]

I’m looking forward to each and every time, Baltie.

[Not conceited at all to make a simple statement of fact. They are going to do this a lot, goddess willing.

There’s a playful sparkle in her eye as she considers his request for a few moments before she shakes her head.]

Hmm. I’m thinking “no.”

[With a grin, she scoots away from him and lies back onto the bed.]

Looks like you’ll just have to climb on top of me.

[Like he can pass up that invitation. The sound he makes in response is somewhere between a laugh and a pleasant grunt of approval; he's not about to give her the chance to make that suggestion a second time, and his knee presses against her hip as he returns to the mattress and straddles her, both of his hands moving over her breasts and down her sides until they come to rest against her waist, pulling her against him so that he can maneuver the both of them onto the bed in full.

It's definitely a tight fit; these barracks beds weren't made for two, but they'll manage.

He bends his head to kiss her headily, lips parted, his teeth catching against her lower lip as he nudges her further onto her back, one hand sliding down her hip to cup beneath her thigh and hoist it upwards, encouraging her to drape her leg against his waist.]

You won't hear me complainin' about having to share the space.

[Not for a moment.]

[It's a tight fight by design, at least right now with the two of them together like this. They hardly fit, but really they only need to have enough room for him to be either on top of or below her. With luck, they'll have a chance to try both out tonight.

Hilda can't help but purr in response to the way in which Bathlus repositions her, wrapping her legs around him with ease and eagerness. His body is warm and close and strong in a way she's wanted to appreciate for ages but only now has the opprtunity to do so. She can practically trace every muscle on him, and as he runs his hands down her body she reaches up to trace patterns across his chest. Goddess, he has a wondeful body. And it's hers, just as much as her body is his.

Tonight--and many other nights after this--is going to be a damn good one.]

I didn't think you would.

[She leans up and nuzzles his neck just under his ear, smiling widely as she does so.]

A bit hard to fuck each other's brains out if we aren't willing to be close like this~.

[Sometimes, it's best not to be subtle.]

[Subtlety has its place, and this sure as hell isn’t it. He laughs loudly, her blunt assessment of the situation the perfect amount of irreverent, and he responds by nuzzling against her jaw in turn before pressing a series of hot, eager kisses along the soft curve of her neck.]

That you trying to tell me you want me to get on with it?

[Teasing, of course, because there’s nothing coy or coded about any of this. They both know what they want, and there are no barriers left between them to slow their efforts.

He smooths one hand over the curve of her breast, thumb dragging against her nipple before he turns it to let his knuckles lightly follow the slope of her ribs, her waist, her hips, kissing his way along her collarbone as his touch finds the cleft between her legs and parts her with steady fingers to find her just as wanting as he is. For as inelegant as he is on the battlefield, his touch is steady and surprisingly gentle as he finds her clit and deliberately circles it with his thumb, breaking into a grin as he kisses his way back towards her mouth.]

Anything you want, Hilda, you’ve got it.

[As if he could ever deny her anything.]

[Hilda laughs in response to the tease.]

Maybe~. Don't tell me you aren't eager, too.

[She punctuates that statement with a quick kiss before he starts working her body in earnest, his kisses warm against her skin while hands slowly work her up and part her open. There's a confidence in his movements that she quite appreciates, and a tenderness to it that makes her heart swell in a way she's just not used to in situations like this. It'd be enough to make a girl cry (in a good way), if not for the heat of the moment that leaves her pliant beneath him.

He finds the most sensitive part of her and knows exactly what to do with it, causing her to arch up into him with a soft moan. She holds onto him for dear life, one hand buried in his hair and the other splayed across his back.]

Goddess, Baltie, do that again...

[She punctuates that request with a heavy, open-mouthed kiss that's one part pleading and one part demanding.]

[He can't resist a request like that. A soft moan of confirmation escapes him, muted and lost somewhere inside of that heavy and needful kiss, and he invites himself to taste her as he reprises that same motion, a careful circling of that sensitive nub as one steady finger teases at her entrance. There won't be much need for teasing; she's as wanting as he is, already achingly hard, but some part of him tries to keep in mind that they're only going to do this for the first time once.

He can stand to take a few more moments to savor it, especially when she sounds like that, pleading with him while she pulls at his hair.]

Just like that?

[There's a hint of amusement in his voice as he murmurs his words between kisses, along with a low and husky edge.]

Damn, you're beautiful.

Exactly like that.

[She can barely get the words out, between kissing him and the other noises that she desperately wants to make from how well he's playing with her. Without fully realizing she's doing it, she rocks her hips into his hand, desperate for more friction and for some part of him to slip into her.

Ideally a very specific something else, but she won't exactly complain if he takes the time to finger her first. She doesn't need to be warmed up any more than she already is--she's been wet and aching for awhile now--but she's in no more of a rush than he is. This is their first time, and there's something special about it that should be savored.

(Of course, she's not made of endless patience--but she knows that he's not either. They'll get to the actual fucking in due time.)

And then he calls her beautiful, and means it, and she smiles warmly against his lips.]

I could really get used to hearing you say that.

I'll say it all you want, gorgeous.

[There's just a touch more flippancy in his response, but his sincerity is undeniable all the same— for all his impassioned vows to protect her in the past, he feels much the same now, unable to even dream of leaving her wanting for anything, to give her anything less than his all. He's felt that way for so long, he can't imagine it ever being any different.

His own patience is beginning to wear thin, eagerness setting him on edge, but he still manages some restraint as he shifts and aligns himself, his lips ghosting against the soft line of her jaw as the head of his cock teases against her entrance before he pushes past it and pulls one of her legs snugly against his hip, sinking into her inch by inch and letting out a low groan as that sweet, tight heat envelops him.

Goddess. It's going to be hard as hell to keep this slow and steady like he'd wanted.]

[He finally, finally presses into her, and it feels like the perfect culmination of literal years of waiting--even before she even consciously realized she wanted this so badly. He fits inside of her so perfectly, and for a few moments she simply lies there and allows herself to relish the feeling as she answers his groan with a heavy, needy hum.

A few perfect moments pass, and she reaches up to take him by the chin and guide his face back up to hers. Their eyes meet, and Hilda knows in that moment that despite their best efforts to savor this first and special encounter, this is not going to be a slow and steady lovemaking experience. They're too eager, too close, too in love... that they'll lose their patience and simply fuck is a matter of when, not if.

Hilda, for her part, is all the more excited by the realization.

She leans up just enough to kiss him, brief but heavy, before taking his bottom lip in her teeth and giving it a light tug.]

You feel amazing, Baltie.

[Her voice is low, soft, and reverent.]

[He moans against the curve of her mouth, the catch of her teeth, the splay of her fingers hot against his jawline. He sinks into that kiss easily, brief though it may be, parting his lips to taste her when he can. He's sunken in to his hilt now, allowing himself to enjoy the tight heat of her around him before his patience frays entirely— because he's kidding himself if he thinks this is going to go as planned.

Well. All things considered, he has no complaints. He's been waiting a long time for this, far longer than he's allowed himself to admit until now.]

We haven't even started.

[He attempts to tease her, but he knows precisely what she means; he has yet to give her a single roll of his hips and yet she still feels exquisite, a wave of pleasure rolling through him as he feels her shift just enough to accommodate him. The size disparity between them seems a trivial issue in the moment; there's no resistance or unpleasant friction as he starts to move, muscles pulling tight as he rocks forward to press himself deeper before pulling back to thrust from that same angle to start, his fingers curling to dig into her hip as he keeps her leg pulled against his waist.]

Fuck, Hilda—

[Were it anyone but him, Hilda might feel embarrassed at how she's reacting. Balthus is right; they've barely started, and already she's putty in his hands from how perfectly he fills her. But she's fully aware that the reverse is also true, and there's no small amount of anticipation wound up in all of this as well. They're at the precipice of something sacred and perfect, and from here there's nowhere to go but down.

Goddess, she's excited for the rush of plummeting with him.

He begins to thrust, his hold on her so tight that it's wonderfully painful, and Hilda groans in response.]

Don't hold anything back. Please.

[She wants to feel this tomorrow as a token to remember him by until they're able to see each other again, which is a sentiment that's both heartfelt and deeply, deeply horny.]

[Some part of him manages to keep the fact that she’s significantly smaller than him in mind as he finds his rhythm; it’s slow and steady to begin with as he works her open, his grip on her tight enough that his fingers will likely leave bruises behind despite his previous efforts to take care, and his pace steadily begins to grow faster as she makes her desires known, a request that sparks something hot and needy in him and pulls a low growl from his throat as he starts to roughly kiss his way down the perfect curve of her soft, sweet-smelling neck.]

You sure about that?

[There’s a rough edge to his voice, proof enough that he’s only barely restraining himself, but the sharp curve of his grin that can be glimpsed between kisses and the extra emphatic thrust of his hips that follows betray the fact that he is absolutely teasing, that he has no plans of holding himself back regardless.]

You’re gonna feel it in the morning–

[He doesn’t think either one of them will be the least bit sorry about it, though. After how long they’ve waited, they both deserve to wake up sore and aching from riding each other until there’s not a shred left of either one of them. They’ll be saying goodbye for awhile, after all– they have to make tonight count.]

You won’t be able to walk once I’m through with you.

[Tomorrow’s Balthus will also quite possibly find himself to be incredibly cringe, but in the moment, it’s worth it.]

(psl) so now my dear it's just a matter of time

forgive me I return

yay welcome back ♥

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