Brothel AU for draconita

[darotisentys]

[It's only been a day, but he is anxious to get back to her. He won't say he's desperate to go to the brothel, because that's not the case. He would want her no matter where he found her.

The brothel is it, however, and once he's gathered with his men and orders given for the day, meals taken and a bath, he manages to sneak out once more and go to where he knows he'll find her.

His Alys.

He doesn't take his time. He's at the door as soon as he can and enters as quietly as possible, not wanting to draw a scene. He doesn't stop until he's found her.]

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[draconita]

And you still haven't answered my question.

[ And her eyes, settling on his.]

[darotisentys]

[He glances up to meet her gaze.]

For leaving.

[draconita]

Men leave. Why should I hold it against you?

Besides. You have tortured yourself enough since then.

[darotisentys]

[He doesn't want to be just another man. Not to her.]

My suffering pleases you?

[draconita]

You want me to be pleased by it. But it doesn't.

[ She does not reach out for him, but her expression trembles. ]

It breaks my heart.

[darotisentys]

I can feel it. I do not feel anything else.

[He sighs softly, done with his broth.]

You should not even care.

[draconita]

You're doing it again.

This time, if you persist, I will leave.

[darotisentys]

What am I doing, Alys?

[draconita]

Answering softness by rebuking it.

[ She makes to stand, moving towards him. ]

For every one comfort you allow yourself, you refuse the next two. Craving, and then censoring yourself.

[darotisentys]

[Like ramping up his libido and then refusing release?]

I do not deserve softness.

[draconita]

But you want it. So what does it matter?

[ Hands, finally cupping his face. ]

If it's forgiveness you want, I'll give it to you.

[darotisentys]

I want you.

[A hand comes up to rest over hers.]

Stay with me?

[draconita]

... Until you send me away.

[ Lips, soft and warm against his forehead. ]

[darotisentys]

If I do, it is merely my suffering speaking.

[His other hand cups her cheek before she can move too far away. He presses his lips against hers softly, lightly.]

[draconita]

[ Her entire body seems to shake as her lips press forward, eager to drink him in until her lungs beg her hair, until she has to part, until she at last grants him a a smile, soft and secret. ]

... So I should disregard your orders?

[darotisentys]

[He stands then, moving to her chair and kneeling beside it. He takes her hands in his.]

I want you to stay. That is my order.

[draconita]

Ordering me on your knees.

[ But ah, she's smiling as she lean to kiss his hair. ]

Sweet, silly boy.

[darotisentys]

[He stands, pulling her up with him.]

Come. Help me sleep.

[draconita]

Ah, you fiendish taskmaster. So after toiling for hours I am still expected to fend off the horrors troubling your sleep for the entire night.

You truly are a tyrant.

[darotisentys]

A tyrant who wishes you to sleep beside him. Clearly, I am the most despicable man to ever live.

[draconita]

Clearly.

[ So she ought to escape the clutches of such a demon, if nothing else to free herself from her equally wretched dress.

Dainty steps, as lovely as she ever was as she lets herself fall on the bed. ]

[darotisentys]

[He takes off his jerkin and shirt, then joins her on the bed.]

You are full of surprises.

[draconita]

[ Her eyes soften for a moment as she takes him in, noticing the differences from the last time she held him, a mere month ago. Holding back a sigh, she kisses the skin over his heart before gathering him in her arms. ]

They're not that many, I assure you.

[darotisentys]

They keep things interesting.

[He rests his head against her shoulder, sighing contentedly.]

[draconita]

The secrets you didn't know I had? I'm sure.

[ And just like before, it is there: the careful threading of her fingers through tangled hair, the strong steady staccato of her heartbeat. ]

Hush, sweetling. It is time for resting, now.