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Sweet was the start in her breath when he touched her. The familiar scolding tone that he had become accustomed to made way for one that held notes of ache and longing. It was this that drove him, for it was not simply a roll-over beg, but an allowance of vulnerability. He was well aware that any and all of his actions thus far could have condemned him, but he played at these risks, relishing her mercy. And now?

Now it was as if she was at his mercy, pressed upon him as she was, waiting for his next action. Al-Cid was a man of immense patience, and as per his occupation, he had learned when to hold to his self-control. But now, with the Queen of Fynn embracing him in her very own bath nary a cloth between them, that control wavered precariously in and out of his reach. 

He was fully aware of his own rules. He knew that Hilda, too, was fully aware of her own. But what he was far more aware of was how her creamy, silken skin felt against his, and how their contact nearly seared him with anticipation. His body shifted slowly, pushing her closer with his bough of an arm upon her much smaller, delicate frame. The tight control that he held upon himself was divided to his hold upon her, a mere breath away from her plush lips, the object of his desire.

But sweeter than the sharp gasp of his name--sweeter than her arms around his neck, sweeter than even her meager plea for him to continue--was holding her at bay. Oh, he wanted, he wanted so, and he made it clear by the way his mouth was held just a hair's width away from hers. His lips, by his shifting movements, grazed hers on occasion. But he could not resist the sweet satisfaction of withholding from her what she withheld from him.

"Please..." He echoed, his expression quite serious with concentration upon hers. The hand he kept polite upon her thigh glided slowly inward, and thus he had forsaken propriety once and for all. While his adept fingers teased, the intensity of his gaze never faltered. He would capture every moment of her prolonged pleasure, and ingrain every melodious sound and rapturous expression in his memory. 

"And what... would you have of me..?" His breath growing heavy as his desire mounted. He allowed his lips to graze against her's once more, as agonizing as their contact was brief.

It was a nervous hum, though not altogether unpleased, that pressed past her lips; she continued to watch him, though her neck bared eagerly to his touch. How was it that Al-Cid could reach her so? Was it something he learned as an agent, the way of coaxing her body to welcome his hands so easily? And yet she knew it was nothing quite so calculated; that twice before, he’d been unable to hold himself back, much as he’d tried. And perhaps she was merely tired from trying to do the same…

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"Surely you think me more resilient than that?"

"And here I thought like….you got run over by a heard of chocobo…"

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roseoffynn replied to your post:roseoffynn replied to your post:"I have slumbered...

"… How peculiar it is to me, that an agent can accomplish all he means to, when the hours float by him so easily."

"It is sometimes arduous work--but were it not, it would not capture nor reward me in such exquisite ways."

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daughter-of-eorzea replied to your post:"I have slumbered for far too long."

"Holy shit you’re alive…."

"Responsibility does have a way of making one feel sapped of his soul."

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persuadedbyboko replied to your post:"I have slumbered for far too long."

Jumps on.

//Suddenly scaled by Bartz???

//This is something he is not used to the moment he wakes up.

//Nearly bowls over because of that mimic assnugget.

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blackjackfalcon replied to your post:"I have slumbered for far too long."

"I thought you were dead. Hm."

"And I thought you would have matured."

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roseoffynn replied to your post:"I have slumbered for far too long."

"Am I to be surprised? Sir Margrace is one to relish in his bed, I’ve noticed."

"Do you make note of it because it displeases you, or because you wish to indulge as well?"

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warrior-of-antiquity replied to your post:"I have slumbered for far too long."

*only barely suppresses a groan*

"A pleasure to see your hospitality still intact."

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"I have slumbered for far too long."

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for Sammish—

a quick webcam shot from my sketchbook, Hilda, Al-Cid, and greetings from one of the older Margrace brothers.

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"Again with that nickname... As endearing as it may be, I cannot be much more than a few years your elder." His brow eased some as he returned with his own light shrug. He did appreciate the sentiment. "Is referring to the young woman as 'yours' incorrect? I was under the impression that you were fond of each other."

"My Lady.. Yuna? Pfft.. ”  Perhaps he couldn’t laugh about it really. There were still people in Spira who called her that so it should come as no surprise if someone like Al-Cid should do the same.  He shrugged his shoulders and simply nodded. ” Yeah , she’s fine gramps. Glad ta’ see you’re doin’ okay though. ”  Even if he was some sort of womanizing old guy. 

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"Hm? Ah--Perhaps. I had taken extended leave from your Spira along with Rozarria. Certain... circumstances had come about. Is your Lady Yuna well?"

"So ya’ gave up the matchmakin’ service, huh?"

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You'd be able to convert more people if you were hella smokin' hot.

But what if Ajora was born within Clan Margrace—

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But what if Ajora was born within Clan Margrace--

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"I suppose I can entertain some company before the night gives way."

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(tsunboobing intensifies)

tsun away, fair maiden

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i just get really mad at you for being so attractive sometimes

It's difficult being this hot, he knows.