#agi's mind always goes to the worst possible situation x_x

[theshotsheardacrossworlds]

WIP Wednesday

Emmrich broaches a topic most delicate topic---his desire for Agi to explore using her magic in the bedroom---and Agi cries. Oops.

NSFW language but nothing happens.

Under normal circumstances, Emmrich enjoyed his and my sweet girl’s nightly ritual of bathing, dressing for bed, and spending a few hours chatting or cuddling. We cuddle nearly every day!

However, after he witnessed Agnes’s dominant and borderline obscene display of power, grace, beauty, and magic against Aelia, he was determined.

Determined to ask for more of THAT.

Oh dear, how to broach this potentially delicate topic.

“Helloooooooooo? Emmrich? Emmrich Volkarin? Sexy professor? Man who claims to not eat meat but eats my pussy daily?” Agnes devolved into breathless giggles as she poked his upper arm. “Emm? King of my heart? Lover of my ass? Titties?”

Goodness! She is awfully bold.

I love it.

He cleared his throat. “Forgive me, dearest. I-I wish to speak to you about earlier.”

Her brow furrowed. “Oh?”

His eyes widened slightly as he realized I sounded far too serious. Oh, drat! She’ll think I’m upset with her, and that’s not the case at all. “No, no, no darling! It’s not…I swear to you I’m…oh.”

I choose my words carefully. Allegedly.

She offered him a small smile and nuzzled his cheek. “Take your time, love.” Her lips grazed his skin, and I nearly began to cry. Damnit. “You always give me all the time in the world to sort out the random shit in my head, and you deserve the same.”

“Random shit” is certainly one way to describe her thoughts. I’d call them brilliant.

You are brilliant, my love.

“You’re too sweet,” he murmured, turning his head to face her and kiss her properly as she deserves. When he broke the kiss, the backs of his fingers caressed her cheek and jaw. “Earlier, when you were…I suppose I would call it ‘showing off’ with your magic before we battled Aelia…” She’s nodding. Good, good. “I was wondering if you could…well, introduce some of your…magical prowess when we’re intimate.”

He waited for her response.

Her mouth dropped open; her expression shocked. “I’m not burning you! I’m not doing it!”

What?!

Oh no no no no no nononono!

“Darling, I—”

“Listen, I have hard lines, okay? I don’t ever want to hurt people, especially you! I fucking love you! Why would I want to hurt you?!”

Shit. You damned fool!

Now she’s crying.

Wonderful, Volkarin. Wonderful.

He shifted to embrace her, and she melted into him as he comforted her. “Sweetheart, no. That’s not what I’m asking, let alone suggesting. Look at me.” Emmrich felt her shake her head. “Agi, please look at me.” Good girl. “Frankly, I’m proud of you. Do you know why?” He smiled when she shook her head once more. “I’m proud of you because you expressed a clear boundary. You never have before, darling. I’m so very proud.”

She rolled her eyes, sniffling. “Even when I was way off apparently?”

“Even so.” He brushed away the remaining tears and then gave her a reassuring kiss. “Be as creative as you like, my love. I trust you.”

Agnes immediately tensed. “You don’t understand what you’re asking.” She squeezed her eyes shut. “I’ve thought about it, but…” Her eyes snapped open, wide and pleading. “You don’t understand. If I hurt you, even accidentally, I’d never forgive myself. I have to be in control, Emmrich. If I’m not…I can’t…” My poor girl. That circle of hers told her she was a danger to herself and others. She can’t possibly believe it, can she?!

As he was about to comfort her as much as she needs, anything, anything my darling…

Is it me or is it getting warm?

Oh.

OH.