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A Lover's Gift

It's the first Valentione's Day that Hyzenthlay and Thancred are celebrating and Hyzenthlay wanted it to be extra special for Thancred.

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Hyzenthlay walked past the store again.

She had lost count how many times she had passed it, nervously looking at the window display. They were undergarments—at least Hyzenthlay assumed they were—of lace and silk. Not something she has seen growing up in the Nhaama Desert. Do women of here really wear such things? For what purpose? Hyzenthlay asked herself, eyeing a flimsy laced underthing. She had to admit that they were appealing, with a sudden thought that Thancred would like to see her in something like this. From what she had heard of other women that were entering and exiting the store, their lovers would be hard-pressed to keep their hands off them.

Thancred already seemed to have a hard time keeping his hands off her. Just the other night she barely had time to close the door before Thancred pinned her against the wall where he proceeded to claim her. She was rendered a boneless mess as she climaxed with Thancred shortly after. The mere thought of that night sent a heated throbbing between her legs. She shifted between her feet, driving the images of Thancred from her mind.

“He has ruined me.” Hyzenthlay grumbled to herself. Grateful to the Coerthas cold to chill the heat that seemed to always take over her body with the mere thought of a silver-haired rogue.

“Hyzen?”

Hyzenthlay whirled to find Tataru standing behind her, wearing a thick, fur-line parka that was dyed her signature pink. She was holding a parcel wrapped in brown paper that was tied with string. It must have been something for the Forgotten Knight where Tataru found herself employed for the time being, gathering intel through the voices of the patrons—both commoner and aristocratic. She did rather well, until Thancred arrived. Not that she did terrible, but Thancred was able to get twice the amount of information. Able to go to places where even Tataru wouldn’t risk venturing. “Every city,” Thancred had said, “has an underbelly.”

“It’s so good to see you!” Tataru beamed up at Hyzenthlay, “It’s been ages since I’d last seen you.”

“Not since Thancred left to meet his informant,” Hyzenthlay hugged Tataru, adjusting her body to block the display window.

“Has he not said where the meeting was?” Tataru pulled away from Hyzenthlay.

Hyzenthlay shook her head, her now short, dusty rose hair fell over her eyes, “He always tells me he couldn’t risk telling me, or anyone.”

Tataru patted her arm, “I’m sure he’ll be fine.” She smiled reassuringly, “He’ll be here on Valentione’s Day, don’t you worry.”

She nodded her head in agreement. Thancred would walk through the fires of hell before letting her down. It was their first Valentione’s Day together since starting their relationship, and Thancred had promised that he wouldn’t miss the holiday, not when he offered to ‘teach’ her why it was such a popular holiday amongst lovers.

“Did you get Thancred a present?” Tataru asked, thankfully breaking Hyzenthlay from her thoughts.

Hyzenthlay bit her bottom lip, casting a look over her shoulder to the lingerie shop. Tataru tilted her head to the side, looking past Hyzenthlay. Her eyes grew wide for a moment, darting to look at Hyzenthlay who was now growing red and then back at the shop. One of her mischievous grins that always lead to no good, especially to anyone on the receiving end of them.

“Hyzen you sly girl,” The grin seemed to grow larger as she shifted her gaze back to Hyzenthlay, “Going to get some sexy underthings for Thancred are we?”

Words failed Hyzenthlay. Her mouth opened and closed in a failed attempt to explain herself. That she was only looking and was going to get Thancred something else. But that smirk on Tataru's face remained. She had known—all the Scions—knew of Thancred and Hyzenthlay’s relationship. It wasn’t a secret that they were trying to hide.

“Well, it’s a good thing I’m here,” Tataru grabbed Hyzenthlay by the wrist, “I’ll help you find something extra special.” She dragged Hyzenthlay inside the shop.

Instantly they were bombarded by the seductive fragrance of the shop, making Hyzenthlay scrunch her nose and leaving her feeling nauseous. Tataru didn’t seem at all phased by the strong, noxious perfume. She was on the hunt. Head on a swivel, eyes scanning the mannequins and racks all the while muttering to herself.

“Here we are!” Tataru halted in front of one of the mannequins, “I think this one would do, what do you think Hyze?”

Dressed on the mannequin was a lacey baby doll, one of the most modest of the other lingerie. A balance of innocent and alluring. The sheer material revealing enough as well as concealing enough. The color was of a spring afternoon, a color that many would not associate with Hyzenthlay, but Tataru knew her well enough to know that pink wasn’t her favorite color. It was a pleasant enough color, but never one Hyzenthlay would gravitate to. Blues were more of what Hyzenthlay was drawn too—coming from her tribe’s color back on Nhaama Desert.

“It’s perfect.” Hyzenthlay reached her hand to touch the soft chiffon and lace that draped over the midsection of the mannequin. “Would Thancred like it?”

Tataru flagged an attendant over to them, “On you Hyze, he would love it.”

***

Thancred reached into his coat pocket for what felt like the hundredth time, clenching the small wooden box as if to reassure himself that it was still there. He made his way through the frigid cold to Hyzenthlay’s apartment. She had recently purchased it, not wanting to expand the hospitality of the Fortemp family. Not with her constant coming and going with work to be done against Nidhogg and other issues that needed her attention. When the final paperwork was in place for the unit, she was handed the keys. Thancred was there when she opened the doors to her new living space, and it was there he had made love to her in every spanse of the quarters. Where he would find himself staying, even if Hyzenthlay was not around. It soon became his home as much as it was Hyzenthlay’s.

“Oh, Master Waters, so good to see you again.” A sprightly Elezen receptionist greeted Thancred as he entered the welcoming warmth of the apartment lobby. “You and Mistress Kagon spending the night together for Valentione’s Day?” She gave Thancred a knowing smile. Even in Ishgard—as proper as they were—did couples fornicate on nights such as Valentione’s Day. Thancred suspected however, the noble men did more fornicating regardless of the day. With or without willing partners, a thought that made him sick to his stomach.

He shook away the disturbing thoughts, tonight was not about the distaste he held for the nobility of Ishgard. Tonight was about Hyzenthlay. Tonight, he would finally say the words that he had known he wanted to tell her from the very beginning.

“Regretfully, I came too late to take Hyzenthlay out to enjoy what Ishgard has to bring.” Thancred fiddled with the box in his coat pocket, “So a quiet evening together will just have to do.”

“Much too cold in Ishgard to do much, many couples here simply stay within their own homes.” She mused, “So I say you two are keeping tradition here.”

“That’s certainly reassuring.”

She bid Thancred farewell, wishing him a happy Valentione’s Day as he made his way toward Hyzenthlay’s room. She lived on the mid-levels of the complex, fighting with the complex manager all the while as they were pushing her to get the larger suites on the top levels where the wealthy reside. But Hyzenthlay was firm with her choice to live in the smaller suites that fit her needs just fine. She wanted others to not suffer a rather arduous climb to reach her if she was ever in need.

Thancred stood outside of her door for a few moments to steady his racing heart that wanted to burst out of his chest. Not caused by the four flights of stairs, no, the only reason why his heart would race so fast is waiting behind the door in front of him. He unlocked the door, greeted by a line of tea candles and rose petals that formed a path toward their bedroom. He shrugged off his coat after he locked the door, following the path with a growing smile on his face. He approached the bedroom door, that was adorned with various sizes and colors of hearts cut out of paper.

“Hyzenthlay,” Thancred opened the door, seeing more candles lit that created a soft, romantic glow to their room. Rose petals were scattered about the floor, wafting their floral sent in the air. His eyes scanned upward; his heart leapt to his throat as he drank in the vision that lay on their bed. He dropped his coat on the ground, his visible eye growing wide as his blood ran hot in his veins. “ By the Twelve .”

Lounging on the bed was Hyzenthlay, wearing nothing but a sky blue, lacey baby doll that pushed her breasts just so. She smiled shyly at Thancred, running her hand up her thigh, pushing the chiffon material of the skirt up to reveal a matching smallclothes. If that is what Thancred could call it for how little it covered her nether region. He made a noise that he didn’t know he could make. A mix between a moan and a whine.

“You wicked thing.” Thancred growled, closing the bedroom door behind him as he stepped further into the bedroom. His visible eye never leaving Hyzenthlay, who looked at him with hooded eyes. “Had I known that I would come home to this waiting for me, I wouldn’t have been so late.”

He unlaced his boots, with slow, shaking hands, fighting every fiber of his being from pouncing on that bed. If Hyzenthlay was going to play the game, he was going to make her wait. He kicked his boots to the side, not caring where they landed. He focused next on unbuttoning his shirt, drawing closer to the bed. Thancred discarded his shirt to the floor, leaving him only in his pants as he prowled onto the bed like a cat stalking its prey. He hovered over Hyzenthlay, laying her down gently with a wicked, crooked smile.

“How should I enjoy this gift?” Thancred breathed as his calloused hand roamed up her leg, “Should I go slow and savor you?” He tested the elastic of her small clothes causing Hyzenthlay’s breath to hitch. “Or,” he adjusted his weight over her, pressing his harden length between her legs, “should I go fast and hard?”

Hyzenthlay arched her hips up to meet Thancred, “You can do whatever you’d like,” her voice a low timbre, “I’m here for your pleasure.” She reached up to carefully slip her hand under his bandana that covered his eye, pushing it off his face where it fell somewhere on the bed. “Tonight, I’m yours.”

Thancred snapped.

He forgot all about his plan of taking it slow. He kissed her, not his normal soft and searching kisses. This was claiming, wild and unchecked, like he wanted to devour her. His tongue swept inside her mouth, exploring her, tasting her. Just as she was doing with him. His hands shaking as they roamed her body, feeling her through the flimsy material of her lingerie. She writhed under his touch, making the most delicious sounds that Thancred got drunk off of.

Never has any women ever has such an effect on him. He had prided himself in the art of sex. His technique, the response that he elicited. But they were only bodies, distant and evaluated. But with Hyzenthlay, there was no distance, no evaluation. Not just two bodies. They were more, something that Thancred could not form words for of what it was.

He slipped his hand past Hyzenthlay’s flimsy smallclothes, feeling her slick on his fingers. Hyzenthlay let out a breathy moan when he slid his finger inside her sex. He curled his finger just so, grazing the sweet spot that had her arching her back off the bed.

“Thancred,” She moaned, reaching for his wrist to stop his action. “You should unwrap your gift,” She guided his hand away from her nether regions, a slight hiss left her lips from the loss of contact, “so you could better enjoy it.”

Hyzenthlay brought his hand up to her lips. She gazed at him through her thick lashes as she sucked on the finger that was inside her not long ago. All the heat rushed to his groin, straining against his trousers. Oh, how she was the end of him.

Thancred slipped his finger from her kiss-bruised lips so that he could crash his lips with hers once more. His hands roaming under her top, breaking the kiss long enough to slip it over her head and discarding it haphazardly to the floor. He moved next to her small clothes, slowly moving them down her legs. He took a moment to admire her. Thancred has seen women bare before him, but none of it mattered. Not when Hyzenthlay was before him now.

“You are still overdressed.” Hyzenthlay tugged at the waistband of his trousers.

Thancred sat up on his knees, unbuckling his pants. In one motion he removed both his trousers and undergarments, kicking them off the bed. He noticed Hyzenthlay biting her lip. Her eyes on his impressive length. He would have laughed, no matter how many times they had seen one another naked, Hyzenthlay always had that innocence about her. Though not that of the virgin as she was on their first night together.

He moved back to his petite Au Ra lover, easing her down on the pillows with slow, affectionate reverence. His breathing grew uneven as he interlaced their fingers together, lifting them next to Hyzenthlay’s head as he guided himself into her entrance. On the first nudge, Thancred claimed Hyzenthlay’s lips, swallowing her moans. Her hand gripping tighter in Thancred’s as he continued to gently thrust into her velvety heat. He felt dizzy as he sat fully at the hilt, remaining still for Hyzenthlay to adjust to the stretch.

Hyzenthlay’s breathing grew uneven, hot against his skin. Her nails digging into his back as Thancred withdrew from the kiss to see her face. Slowly, he pulled out then thrust back in with excruciating slowness. He bent down to kiss her just below her horn, and whispered the words that were always on his lips for her, “I love you.”

A shaky gasp left Hyzenthlay’s lips as she stared up at Thancred. The smile she gave him would forever be ingrained in his memory, in his blood. The smile that was full of so much love and understanding. “I love you too.” She wrapped her legs around Thancred’s waist, pulling him impossibly closer.

“I love you. Thancred emphasized with a hard, deeper thrust. “I love you.” His lips locked with Hyzenthlay’s. His tongue scraping the roof of her mouth, tasting her, claiming her. His whole body buzzing with each thrust—each time their bodies connected, rewiring so that all he knew and ever will know is Hyzenthlay. All you ever need and want is this. His body sang and he believed it. Hyzenthlay was all he ever wanted.

Hyzenthlay jutted her hip to meet Thancred’s thrusts. Her head flew back into the pillows, giving Thancred clearance to her throat. He sucked and bit the base of her throat, kissing away the small hurt.

“Thancred,” Hyzenthlay writhed under him, “yes, right there! Oh !” She could barely form words, “I-I can’t.” She clawed at his back.

Thancred grit his teeth, his thrusts becoming staggered and frantic. “You can, Love.” He lifted Hyzenthlay up until she was straddling him, “Just hold on to me, I’ll take care of you.”

The new angle drove him deeper into her, sending Thancred nearly to the edge. Hyzenthlay clamped around him, her hips stuttering as his name left her lips. Thancred rode out her organism, coming shortly after. Hyzenthlay was left a shaking mess, collapsing into Thancred.

He hissed as he slid out of Hyzenthlay, kissing her temple before he laid her down. She nestled against the pillows, her chest rising and falling into a steady rhythm. “What have I done to deserve you?”

Hyzenthlay smiled up at him, “Just being you,” He reached up to cup the side of his face, running the thumb on his cheek, just below his silvery-blue eye, “that is all I want.”

Thancred turned to kiss her palm, “I think I have something else you may want.”

Hyzenthlay cocked her head to the side as Thancred left their bed to his discarded jacket near the door. He fished through the pocket, Hyzenthlay sat up to watch him with the candlelight dancing along his back. He returned to bed, suddenly feeling nervous. Thancred handed Hyzenthlay the box, grateful his hands weren’t shaking.

“Truth be told,” He confessed, “I was not on a mission all this time. I was getting this commissioned for you and had to travel to Ul’Dah to retrieve it. Thus, my delay getting here.”

Hyzenthlay opened the box with trembling hands, “Oh Thancred,” She pulled out a delicate, yet sturdy silver chain that housed a heart shaped pendant made of the same metal as the chain. “It’s beautiful.”

“Open the pendant.” His voice was low.

She held the pendant, carefully prying it open. A gasp left her lips, looking up at Thancred and back down at the locket. Framed inside the heart was a photo of Thancred. How he was able to get a portrait small enough to fit within a locket was impressive within itself. Let alone getting one with such detail. It was like looking at Thancred in real life.

“I know I haven’t always been around.” Thancred held Hyzenthlay’s hand in his, so small and delicate, “So, I wanted you to carry me with you always.”

He took the locket from Hyzenthlay, motioning her to turn around, that she obliged. Gingerly he looped the necklace around her neck, kissing the back of her neck as he clasped the chain. Hyzenthlay turned around, Thancred happy the chain sat at just the right length for her to still see the locket comfortably when desired, but not too low on her chest so it wouldn’t be a bother. Just shy of touching the valley of her breasts.

“I love it.” She pecked Thancred on the lips, “I’ll never take it off.” She beamed at him, clasping the locket in her hands. Her eyes shaping into crescents that he loved so much.

Thancred kissed her. Thanking the Twelve that he found her, that he was allowed to love her. He nestled them into the sheets, pulling Hyzenthlay against him. “Happy Valentione’s Day.” He kissed the top of her head. Feeling at home with Hyzenthlay snuggling into him, sleep taking hold as the last of the candlelight flickered into peaceful darkness.

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