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[reznikolai]

@volkvolny NIKOLAI LANTSOV

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[reznikolai]

[The world contracts to Alina shuddering around him. His mind empties of everything but her. Her wanting him, her needing him. Her nails carving his skin, her teeth sinking into him, hold him there with her in the miniature universe of this moment.

Even as the waves of pleasure ebb, the bracing crash of it softening to a sublime stillness, all those other things remain distant. The uncertainties awaiting him in Ravka, like so many wolves howling at the door. The stranger that is to be his bride. The Darkling, resurrected from the dead, from the stuff of his nightmares. They remain just outside tangibility for the moment, as if warded off by the closed knot of their bodies, by the effusion of manna flowing through their limbs.

Alina sags in his grip. He staggers, strength faltering, before he corrects himself. A kiss pressed into her hair, a ragged sigh of laughter.]

I'll have to remember that.

[With a gentleness that was not allowed by the desperation that intertwined with his passion, Nikolai lowers her back to the ground. Even after she's gotten her feet underneath her, his arms stay sturdy around her. Heedless of the sticky mess between them, he holds her up against him.]

How is your mood doing now? [His grin and voice bend mischievously.] And your legs? Will you be able to walk, or shall I carry you around for the rest of the day?

[solmate]

[ She smiles into his shoulder before pressing a kiss on his neck, tasting the salt of his sweat and the sea. Swaying from one foot to another, she tests out bearing her full weight again now that she's no longer in his arms. She finds that she misses it already, being held by him, trusting someone so fully, knowing that he could carry her when she was too tired to walk alone.

She stays tucked against him for a moment, sighing contentedly before the realization that they have already risked discovery for too long and she doesn't want now to be when a well-meaning attendant gets an eyeful. She peels away from him, adjusting her panties which are a debauched mess from the both of them (but still better than the alternative of going commando) and slips her shorts up from their spot where they've been discarded on the ground. Once she's mostly dressed and tied back any wayward hair, she loops her arms loosely around Nikolai's neck, draping her weight partially on him. ]

Mhmm. [ She hums with exaggerated consideration. ] Thoroughly brightened despite my best efforts to remain otherwise. [ A joke, of course. She is happy whenever she is with Nikolai. ] I wouldn't say no to another trot along the beach.