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Crane - ‘to stretch out one’s neck’
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“Come on, Aymeric! Don’t be a tease!” Katsum’s tail lashed as she pouted up at the tall, raven-haired husband of hers as he grinned down at her. The Lord Commander had come to visit the Rising Stones this evening to collect his lovely wife and take her home. They had been talking about their days when Katsum had moved in close, batting her eyes as she’d stood up on her tiptoes and craned her neck waiting for him to lean down to her and kiss her. Aymeric, however, had decided to tease her.
He chuckled as he stood tall, “But 'twould be so easy to just lean down to kiss you. I’d like for you to kiss me this time.” In other words, he wanted to make her work for it because he was finding her pouting cute.
Never had she felt so humiliated and embarrassed, but she was finding it was only making her want to kiss him more and claim her prize. The strange effects her beloved husband and the love had on her she was sure.
With a huff, Katsum glanced about them, looking for that chair she’d been sitting in not long ago, and took hold of his long shirt sleeve to pull him with her as she stalked towards it. She held fast to him to make sure he did not move away as she stepped up onto the seat of the chair and turned towards him as now she was the one looking down at him. She took a breath to rid herself of her pouting face before laying on the charm and closing him in close to her with the strength she felled beats and monsters with; she would make sure he wouldn’t get away from her. Aymeric was still grinning from ear to ear, moving into her easily as he wrapped his arms around her waist, just barely moving his handsome face and supple lips closer to hers. Yet still, he did not move in to claim them.
“You are so adorable when you pout like this, and your determination to get what you want is just as alluring, my lovely Kat,” He mused, rubbing her side gently until her ears twitched down in annoyance, which only made him laugh.
Katsum narrowed her eyes but she smiled sweetly and snaked her arms around his neck, her tail curling around to hook onto his thigh, and she purred, “You are quite determined to make me take it from you, hm?”
“Oh, yes I am,” He purred back.
With a soft growl, Katsum leaned down and closed the gap between them, claiming his lips for her own as she locked him into place with her arms, pressing herself against him. He hummed through their kiss as he returned its fervor, and Katsum began to relax slightly at the love that poured through it, tilting her head to deepen in the kiss.
And then she felt Aymeric’s arms move from her waist to her hips.
Suddenly, Aymeric stepped backward, pulling her with him and off of the chair. Her body panicked and her legs moved to latch onto his waist as he caught her and prompted them too. She gasped into the kiss, realizing his plan now, and tried to pull away from him to speak before he dove deeper into her mouth with his tongue. The miqo’te growled slightly as she could practically feel Aymeric’s amusement radiating off of him as she fought with him. To be baited into taking charge and then having it swept out from under her…she couldn’t say it didn’t excite her, but it certainly annoyed her as well. After a few minutes, they both pulled away to come up for air, breathing deeply as they pressed their foreheads together.
Nearly breathless, Katsum hissed playfully, though it came out more like a breathy moan, “Aymeric, that was—”
“AHEM.”
Startled by the sound of someone clearing their throat, the two lovers looked over at the door of the Dawn’s Respite to see three people standing there that they had not even noticed step in; Alphinaud, G’raha, and Estinien. Aymeric let her go as slowly helped her land on her feet as she smoothed out her dress quickly and he fixed his tunic and coat. Alphinaud was as red as fire, his hands covering his face, yet his bright red ears fully displayed his blush. G’raha had much the same kind of blush, though his face was clear to see as a small frown and somber expression covered it, his ears dropped with it. Estinien was the only one pretty much unfazed, a roll to his eyes with a slight smirk on his face as he looked at them.
“By the Fury, Aymeric, couldn’t wait to get her home to have a taste?” Everyone froze at this remark, yet Estinien just shrugged and grinned at his old friend, “To think your resolve was so easily broken after all those years you kept your distance from the women of Ishgard. Though it is your wife, I suppose, and the Warrior of Light as well. ‘Tis little wonder you found her patience for her wane.”
“ALRIGHT, I’LL BE GOING NOW. I’M SORRY FOR BARGING IN!!” The young elezen could stand it no longer and turned and ran out the door at this, throwing his apology over his shoulder.
G’raha Tia’s tail twitched nervously then too as his face darkened and he muttered while wringing his hands, “Yes, um…a-apologies. E-Excuse me…”
The red-furred miqo’te pushed past Estinien then and out the door as well, and the dragoon watched him go, “And look, you’ve broken the boy’s heart. How cruel, Katsum. He’ll be sulking for weeks.
Katsum’s tail started to lash as she glared at the Azure Dragoon. She reached out and held onto Aymeric’s arm—which he quickly moved to hold her as he thought she was losing her balance, the sweet thing—as she reached down to her foot.
Estinien sighed and grinned as he turned back, “Honestly, you both should be more careful giving into your yearnings so haphazardly. You’ve no idea what havoc your affections for one another maybe bring to others—”
And that was the moment Katsum’s thrown boot slapped him right in the face and quickly shut him up.