take aim and reload - Heda

[Ivar]

I V A R i'll use you as a makeshift gauge of how much to give and how much to take The tension she holds is impossible miss: the quickening of her breath, the tensing of her muscles. Ivar says nothing as Heda sorts through her thoughts, and when she finally releases a troubled sigh he does little more than continue his gentle caresses down her spine. He bends to press a kiss to the bridge of her golden nose when she mentions trying again; he knows that everything is forgiven. She knows that Ivar strays, but she understands that he will return. That is all he has ever wanted her to accept, and as she sighs again – this time more contentedly – he presses another gentle touch to her shoulder. The change of topic comes at a good time, it seems, for she leans against him and meets his gaze far more openly than she had at their first exchange. The flirtation in his voice has the kelpie smiling, content in the knowledge that all is well again between them. You’re overwhelming me, she says, and there is a primal urge to truly do, to see precisely how she reacts under pressure. But now is not the time nor the season. She has said they can try again and Ivar has always enjoyed the trying. Perhaps this year he will stray less frequently. Or perhaps he will not. Instead he tries to focus on her acceptance, on another small burden off his own plate. She takes the position, as he had known that she would, and he starts to say something only to find that Heda is continuing. He is reconsidering his decision, he realizes. Maybe Heda should stay in Loess after all. She tempts him, and Ivar is unwilling to resist. He closes the space between them until his chest melds with her shoulder, and he holds her more tightly against him, his neck across hers and his scaled muzzle running small circles along her jaw. “I’m not sure,” he tells her honestly, “I’ve never had an Ambassador before.” Ivar nips suddenly at the edge of her throat, painless but certainly unexpected. He wants to feel her jump, to hear her heart race as she presses against him, to remind her of exactly what type of creature she is tempting. There is a soft humor in his voice when he speaks again, already pressing a soothing touch to her throat. “Though if this is what all monarchs do with their ambassadors, I’m surprised Beqanna isn’t overrun with politicians.” king of loess minimal smoky grullo tobiano | equus kelpus