#(vandran:kenna)

[glittersgcld]

The brush of her touch chasing after the clothing she was steadily removing from him seared his skin. It would be a lie to say that he hadn't been with many other women, that he hadn't felt the overwhelming tug of lust and desire before. But this was different. So, so very different. "Everything I am, everything I have...it's all yours," he admitted, his breath hitching. It was a relief to say. Truly, it was. Even if the consequences were mixed.

Before he could talk himself out of it, before he could consider what impact this would have on their lives in the long term, Vandran swept down to claim Kenna's lips - to claim her. He slid a hand around the back of her head, twisting his fingers in her dark locks and drawing her closer to him. One taste unlocked every floodgate, made him feral with desire. His strong arm locked around her waist and he lifted her, fully intending to carry her to the bed and mark her in every way that mattered.

Once he had her in his hold, Kenna's breath caught, her lips tingling with anticipation. She had longed for this - to lay with someone who actually held her heart. And even if they could never be together, raise the child together, grow old together, it was enough to know he returned her affections, that he would be there in the shadows, waiting, should she need him. At least, she convinced herself of such, for now.

"My only regret is not giving in to... this, whatever this is, Vandran, sooner." She admitted, her hands now roaming over his chest, pushing the fabric of his attire with it. "I long to be yours, and if you give me this, that is exactly what I will be. Maybe not by marriage or name, but... heart and soul, body and mind. They belong to you." It was foolish to admit such things, but she could not help it. "I wish to only belong to you. I hope that is enough for you."

[glittersgcld]

Vandran wasn't known for his patience or restraint. Every thought raged at him to step forward and take what he wanted - what they both wanted. Only one very small, very frustrating thought kept him from moving despite the way his body betrayed his lust. He'd been loyal to his king for years. Though a warrior could never really be friends with a king, Vandran considered them as close as two different people could be. Vandran tried and failed to ignore the way his breath caught with every move Kenna made. Gaze focused on her, he warred with the hesitation in his mind. Gripping his hands into fists at his sides, Vandran finally said, his tone low, "It'd be a secret we'd be forced to keep until we're six feet under." A beat passed, and his eyes slid lower. "We could never breathe a word of it."

setting ; my muse is married to the king/high lord, while your muse is his top warrior. our characters have been indulging in either a physical or emotional affair for awhile now. however, the king cannot produce an heir and so he has now encouraged the affair between our muses to help give him one. inspired by romanos, harald & zoe's plot from v.ikings v.alhalla.

world / lore ; v.ikings: v.alhalla , h.otd , g.ot , a.cotar , unspecified fantasy setting

status ; open to males!

Hesitation consumes the woman as she begins to unclasp the second hook of her corset. "The crown is far heavier than it looks, you know." She does not mean the one her husband wears, doesn't feel the need to explain, either. "He wants an heir, and I... well, I long for something else entirely." Since their meeting, Kenna's thoughts have been filled with them. Their touch, smell, their taste. Her heart was never a part of the agreement and yet, she knows it has betrayed her. "Tell me you will give us both what we want." She tempts them by unhooking another, her gaze locked with theirs as her nearly bare chest heaved in anticipation.

[glittersgcld]

His nails bit into his palms, the urge to touch and claim her overwhelming his good sense. He approved this, Vandran kept reminding himself. He forced the image of his King out of his mind and tried to focus on that one fact. The Kingdom would never know...but the King did. Wasn't that enough? Couldn't he live with that if it meant fulfilling this desire - the desire for her? Obviously, there were other considerations. Ones that he should have concentrated on, such as the fact that although any child they produced would be his by blood, they would never be his by name or claim.

Vandran's bright blue eyes shuttered as he inhaled sharply. "I can't imagine wanting anyone or anything more than I desire you," he admitted, his control snapping with the admission. He unfisted his hands and pulled her close, his lips hovering over hers. "So long as you promise you won't regret this - or me - come dawn."

closed starter for @glittersgcld continued from here.

In this moment, she had no desire to think about the secrecy, the lies that would be told to the kingdom, even the hurt that would inevitably come from it all. All she could think about was the way her body and heart were betraying any sense of duty or loyalty. The ache in her chest and her core was all consuming. "Shh." A single finger pressed against his lips, the touch alone igniting a fire along her skin. "I do not wish to speak of such things tonight, Vandran." With her voice barely above a whisper, her command was almost desperate. And perhaps she was. After all this time, she was more than ready to fall into his arms, to surrender everything. "All that matters is that we will know, and that is enough for me." At least, she had convinced herself of that much. That she would be able to accept that they'd bare a child together, but would never raise them together. "Unless your heart seeks something other than mine." Kenna's smirk grew, certain he wanted her, that his hesitation was merely the product of his loyalty. She was too stubborn to accept otherwise.