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[ tighnari has had more than enough mistletoe for one night, thank you very much. he never thought he would ever be so unhappy to see a plant, but honestly, if he ever sees a sprig of it again it'll be too soon. maybe it makes him a party pooper to think so, but he's not terribly fond of having to kiss strangers!!

but.. he'd still had a far more pleasant night than he might have expected to have, thanks to a certain handful of people. one of which he finds at his door. ]

Ori?

[ brow furrowed, tighnari dips his head in an attempt to catch her eyes, one hand settling at her elbow. he's dressed down for the night, in a plain tee and comfortable loose pants. ]

Is everything all right?

[ In spite of her best efforts, she meets his gaze when he lowers his head - his eyes really are quite captivating, after all.

But, first thing's first— ]

The mistletoe... Please tell me there's no mistletoe in my hair. Or on my horns.

[ oh, ori..

tighnari smiles sympathetically, chuckling, before he's moving forward to inspect both her hair and her horns and.. well, wouldn't you know it, there's a tiny little sprig of it stuck in the hair just above her left ear. carefully, tighnari begins to extract it, speaking softly. ]

Just hold still a moment.

[ aaand there we go, he got it. ]

I take it you've had a long night..

[ She had asked him to take a look, and naturally he would need to come closer to accomplish just that - but still, even knowing this, she feels warmth rise to her cheeks at their close quarters, the soft and soothing sound of his voice.

She stills rigidly when he seems to have found an errant sprig, but blessedly, it doesn't lock them into place like all the others had. Perhaps the magic had worn off, at long last... ]

Hmm. Yes. It's been a long night.

[ A beat. Spirits, what is she even doing here...? ]

I... I'm sorry, Tighnari. I'm not sure why I've shown up here. [ A lie. She's lonely. ] I don't want to trouble you.

Please. You're never any trouble.

[ tighnari's smile is easy, fond, and honest. ori has been nothing but kind and pleasant from the moment they met, he can't imagine she would ever be difficult to be around. it's simple to see her unease, however. tighnari hesitates, his mouth pressed into a line. he looks thoughtful, as if he's weighing something, taking her measure.

and then he's tucking the mistletoe away into one pocket, then reaching to take her hands in his own, the thickened pads of his fingers smoothing against the insides of her wrists. ]

Why don't you come in?

[ his eyes meet hers, trusting that she understands the implication of his question. ]

[ That thoughtful pause stretches into an eternity, it feels like; and it is a pause that she fills with her own thoughts. Tighnari, in turn, has been nothing but calming and steadfast in his company in the time that she's come to know him. And more and more as of late, she's found herself looking forward to seeing him, whether by a concerted effort to meet up, or even just crossing paths around the village...

She hasn't been able to quite place what it is that he really makes her feel, but... When she feels the touch of his fingers across her skin, it slowly becomes clearer and clearer. She's quite attracted to him.

And so she answers him, not in words but in actions, leaning forward and angling her head to press her forehead into his shoulder, letting the tension of the evening's events weigh her down against him. ]

[ ori isn't alone in what she feels. tighnari feels it, too, that easy, effortless pull between them. they have a lot in common, their personalities mesh well, she's beautiful, and kind - it's no wonder, he supposes, that it should have come to this. honestly, he should have seen it coming sooner.

she leans into him, still lovely in her evening gown, tired and needful and tighnari receives her without complaint, slipping his hands free of her own to instead wrap his arms around her, pulling her near. she says nothing, and so he, too, remains quiet, leaning his head against her hair, his eyelids dropping low, his ears folding back against his hair.

and after a moment's time, he dips his head to nudge her cheek with his nose, following it just after with the press of his lips to her warm skin. tighnari doesn't need mistletoe to urge him to grasp for what he wants. ]

[ oh.

That tension melts away when he pulls her in, enveloping her in his arms, giving way to something else entirely. She draws in a sharp breath against him, reveling in his scent... something earthy and warm, she thinks, just like the lotuses he's shown her. It's lovely, and so is he.

Relief, surrender arrives in another wave when his warm lips press against her cheek. They've both made a point of it - there's no mistletoe around. So this, whatever it is they will get up to... It's just them. No interference from the forces that be. No tasks or objectives to fulfill. Just the two of them.

She lifts her head at last, turning just the slightest, just enough to be able to capture his lips in a soft, pleading kiss. ]

[ the moment her head begins to turn, tighnari is able to anticipate what is coming, able to dip his head just enough to meet her halfway, their lips pressing together, warm and soft and yielding. ah, it feels good. she feels good. this close, he can catch her sweet, floral scent, feel the warmth of her body and skin, the softness of her mouth..

with one arm still around her, tighnari scoops her a little closer, close enough to lead her a step or two back into his dormitory, while the opposite hand reaches to close the door with a soft click. they were still very much in the middle of his doorway, after all, and while tighnari certainly isn't ashamed, he doesn't appreciate eavesdroppers, either. this time is for them.

tighnari's room is simple, clean, tidy. several library books are piled on a small table, his bed is neatly made, and there are small potted plants and mushrooms stuffed into every nook and cranny, giving the room a fresh, earthy scent. his notebook sits open on the table as well, his pen beside it, he'd been writing in it before she arrived at his door.

but they're not paying attention to his room, not right now. right now all of tighnari's attention is on her, his hand lifting to gently cup her jaw as he parts his lips over hers. ]

[ She's certainly not paying much attention to his room at the moment, but there's a certain feeling to the atmosphere of it that doesn't escape her notice. Even without seeing and taking it all in properly, she just knows that the space is so very quintessentially him, and she appreciates it even as preoccupied as she currently is with kissing him.

Her lips part against his in turn, and she deepens the kiss. The tentative nature of each press of their lips dissipates by the second, only to be replaced by a heat, a hunger, a need. Ori is utterly unable to keep herself from making a little noise as her hands come up and thread into his soft, dark hair in gentle conquest until her fingertips find the soft, fluffy base of his ears. ]

[ with the door closed and their privacy achieved, tighnari is able to focus wholly and entirely on her, on this wonderful new thing they're building together, this next step that was so easy to take. tighnari can't claim to be terribly experienced, not when he spends so much of his free time on his work, but he's had enough here and there to know what he's doing. after that, instinct can easily carry him the rest of the way.

the kiss deepens naturally, and tighnari breathes her in, his tongue dipping boldly past her lips to taste her, his thumb coasting over the hill of her cheek. and then her fingertips are brushing the base of his ears, and tighnari exhales a low, soft noise against her lips, pleased and purring. ]

That's nice.. [ he murmurs, soft against her mouth, his head tilting to press further into her touch. ]

[ There are, admittedly, a whole slew of complications on her end, not the least of which is a vague bond from home, with a certain half-elf prince, the likes of which had been visible in those strings some time ago, before Tighnari's arrival...

But none of that matters right now, she thinks. As far as she's concerned, she's not committed to anyone, not in this prison nor in any other realm. And right now, it's Tighnari who's here, holding her close and kissing her and Tighnari whose voice thrums against her, sparking something within her that bids her to cross a line, never to look back, where she wants to hear more of those noises and soft murmurs.

She hums approvingly in turn. ]

Good... And this...?

[ Before her fingers gingerly trace along the other edges of his ears, punctuating the gesture by gently pressing the tips between her fingers. She's never been with someone with vulpine ears before, but she knows what feels nice on her own long, pointed ears. ]

[ her fingers trace so delicately along the edges of his sensitive ears, and tighnari's breath begins to quicken, his pulse spiking, a shiver hugging his spine. it's been awhile since he was touched like this, sensually, provocatively; there can really be no mistaking the intimacy they're moving toward.

but tighnari is fine with it. he welcomes it. no doubt it's something they both need, given how difficult it is simply to exist here, and ori.. well, they care for each other. they want each other. what more do they need? ]

That's good, too.

[ his voice has dropped low and rough, his hand smoothing up her back, along her bodice to the bare skin between her shoulderblades. nudging his nose alongside hers, tighnari drags his thumb along her spine and kisses her again, his sharp teeth sinking gently into her lower lip, tugging. ]

[ It is difficult to exist here. Even given all of her years, Ori has never experienced anything quite as vexing and difficult as this imprisonment. It's cruel, and senseless... But she has seen how it's brought people together, too. Many of her friends, seeking solace in fellow inmates in whichever way they need. She had been content all this time to simply remain a steadfast, loyal, friendly presence, but tonight...

That inherent loneliness has been brought to the fore by the mistletoe, and now she's here. Perhaps Tighnari is just as lonely, or perhaps not, but regardless she hopes that their time together eases the difficulty of this existence even the slightest bit.

She hums again in response to his approval, though the sound is drawn out when she feels the press of his hand at her back, the hardened pad of his thumb along her spine sending a shiver down it, bidding her to part her lips just in time for him to bite down on it. She would very much like to draw in a deep breath, but this dress makes it a bit difficult...

And so, she pulls a hand away from one of his ears to press against the hand at his back, guiding it back towards the bodice of her dress where the zipper is. ]

Would you... [ She sighs against the sweet pain of his teeth scraping against her lips. ] Please?

[ tighnari's people are often reclusive by nature, and so loneliness does not sink its claws into him very easily, but.. he can't say that he hasn't been feeling it too, homesickness, the desire to see his friends and family - his parents, cyno, collei - has been a slowly accumulating but heavy weight. but he's made a few friends here, found people he can trust. he's found ori, and now here they are, her soft skin beneath his hand, the taste of her mouth on his lips.

when she speaks again, tighnari pulls back to look into her face, as if to verify that she really wants to continue, to take this step, but she's given that permission in her words, and in her eyes.

tighnari's claw catches at her zipper, tugging it slowly downward while he tips his forehead forward to touch his brow to hers. both hands lift, smoothing her sleeves down over her shoulders and down, until it falls into a pool of pretty fabric at her feet. his face feels warm, but tighnari isn't shy, and he drops his head to press his mouth to the rise of her bared shoulder, both arms coming around her again, his hands skimming down her sides. ]

You're beautiful.

[ She finds herself holding her breath in the seemingly endless moment that passes between Tighnari seeking and being granted her permission and when her dress becomes a pool of fabric on the floor beneath them. It isn't until his mouth finds her shoulder, his breath hot against her skin, the touch of his hands warm against her sides, that she finally looses her breath in another long, drawn-out sigh.

Turning her head, she presses a tender kiss to his temple, all the while letting her hands come to rest just beneath the hem of his shirt, her own unspoken plea for permission. ]

You too, Tighnari... I meant it when I said you looked dashing tonight. You... You still do.

[ He looked quite sharp in his suit earlier, indeed, but she quite likes how he looks dressed down in comfier clothes like this, too. ]

[ he can feel the touch of her fingertips slipping beneath his shirt, and tighnari can feel his stomach tightening up with warm anticipation. her words earn a soft chuckle, before he's moving his hands over hers and pressing them upward, along his skin, guiding her palms over his abdomen and up. the fabric of his shirt rucks up against her wrists, and soon enough tighnari is snagging the back of his collar to sweep it over his head and off.

beneath it, tighnari is lean but strong and, notably, freshly scarred. the spiderweb pattern of his lichtenberg scars spread over his chest and down his left arm in a rootlike pattern, delicate and reaching, and the second scar she will surely recognize - an ugly thing against his ribs, from where he had been so unceremoniously impaled when his cage dropped. ori in particular will remember that one.

tighnari presses close, skin against skin, dragging kisses down her throat as his hands rove, strong but gentle, callused from his work with the bow. his fingertips count the frets of her ribs, smoothing down her stomach, tracing the elegant vee of muscle at her hips. ]

[ She smiles as he guides her hands up, ultimately divesting Tighnari of his shirt in a joint effort, before she reaches to press her hands against the newly-revealed skin before her. Her fingertips trace the map laid out on his skin where his scars mark a storied past.

Her own skin is similarly laden with such marks borne from moments when her past as an adventurer proved perilous; especially when a younger Ori time and time again chose to dispense her healing magic into a hurting friend, letting her own injuries endure longer than she probably should have. Most have all but faded, by now, though the phantoms remain on her skin.

But to feel the same on Tighnari - especially the one she had practically seen him sustain - pulls her lips into a frown and twists at her heart. The physical pain of the scars may be gone, and the emotional pain may yet linger, but... That the scars are here are proof that he lives. She has to appreciate at least that much. Gently, her fingers press into the old wounds, and her opinion holds true: he is beautiful. And he is beautiful when his mouth moves down her throat while she angles her head back, perfect as his calloused hands roam over her body.

It's been a long time since she's been touched like this, truth to tell. She finds herself feeling all the more sensitive beneath his touch, and her lips part easily to quietly moan his name, though it comes out partly swallowed: ]

N...ari... Bed.

[ her hands move over him, tracing sleek muscle and scars, and tighnari hums softly against her skin, breathing in her scent. it's so easy to become completely enveloped in this, in her, to allow himself to drown in the comforts of another person, something he so very rarely indulges in.

but then she's calling his name like that, directing him toward the bed, and tighnari tenses, warmth flooding his belly. for a moment he pulls back to look into her face, to read her expression closely, before he reaches past her to turn the door's lock with a definitive click.

after that, it's a simple thing to lead her back toward his bed, to press her back against it, into the sheets and covers that carry his scent - the aroma of lotuses, plant oils and rainwater mixed with the light musk of his fur. his hips settle between her thighs, and tighnari's mouth is on her again with haste, peppering kisses to her collar as his hands move with confidence, palming over the swell of her breasts, gently squeezing, his fangs scraping carefully over the sharp line of her collarbone. ]

[ That click is a clarion call spelling the end of any lingering doubts and hesitation around what it is they need from each other tonight. Ori swallows thickly as her gaze stays fixed on Tighnari's verdant eyes, her own amber eyes holding no small amount of certainty and longing in them.

And then her back finds the soft embrace of his bed, the long, brown waves of her hair fanning out beneath her, her own floral scent mingling with the earthy notes of his. It's intoxicating, and so is his every ministration from the sweet twinge of his fangs to the touch of his padded hands. He squeezes her breasts with skin roughened by his vocation and she arches her back against him, her own tail swishing against the soft fabric of the bedding, eyes slipping shut as heat and desire flare across her body. ]

Mm, that's good...

[ With a faint smile, she opens half-lidded eyes to watch him appreciatively. One hand comes up to caress and ear again, and the other finds its way to his arm, tracing the lines of those rootlike scars across his skin. Lightning, she's sure. Perhaps she'll ask about them later. But for now, she silently promises to pour her kindness and gentleness into these marks of past violence. ]

[ while there's ardent heat building between them, there is no sense of urgency, no desire to tear forward at a breakneck pace, despite how long it's been since tighnari was last touched. he can be a patient man when he needs to be, and right now tighnari wants to take his time to enjoy her properly, to make sure she's comfortable and pleased, to make all of this count for something.

tighnari's hips rock forward and down, grinding slow between her thighs, creating warm friction that has his blood running south and his breath gusting against her skin, and when her hands find his ear and skin he positively purrs, the sound vibrating against her collar. that's good, she says, and tighnari smiles, his thumbs rolling over her nipples until they stand pert for him, though he's soon following it up with his lips, his mouth wet and hot as it moves over her breasts, his hands palming now down her ribs. his fingers move slowly, worshiping her, learning every inch of skin and scar, his thumbs pressing into the hollows of her hips as he rocks his body downward again, exhaling a soft groan.

he hadn't realized how much he needed this, how much he's missed the closeness of another person, how much he wanted this with her. this thing that built between them has come so easily, so naturally, that it feels as if it has sneaked up on them both. ]

Tell me if you need me to stop.

[ because consent is sexy, and also important. ]

[ There certainly is an ease about this whole affair that feels noticeably absent with most anything else in this place. And then, again, the fact that they've come together like this purely of their own will, without any outside influences. Just their continually blooming friendship, the loneliness which spurred Ori to appear at Tighnari's door late into the night, and the need for company - for each other's company - that they both are discovering. Ori appreciates that, and she will continue to appreciate that.

For now, she's more focused on appreciating the more physical aspect of what they're doing. That warm friction between them, the thrumming of his purring against her, the feeling of his body pressed down on hers, all of it feels incredible, made all the more so by the fact that this is Tighnari. And even further, with the way the warm wetness of his mouth closes around her breasts, drawing another moan from deep within her. When he grinds down on her once more, her thighs press in against his sides and she arches her back, seeking more. Spirits, she's needed this.

Perhaps they didn't have quite such a dramatic buildup to this compared to most others here, but that suits her just fine. He suits her just fine, she thinks.

To his question, she smiles appreciatively as she brushes his hair away from his face, because yes consent is sexy and important! ]

I'll tell you, but for now I would really like it if you kept going...

[ she reacts so perfectly, every kiss and touch drawing sweet little noises from her mouth that tighnari treasures, that make his body tighten with heat.

this was a good idea, and distantly, he's so thankful that she made the move to come here tonight, to offer this to the both of them. it all feels so natural, the flow of events that drew them together so intuitive that he hardly thought anything of it. this feels so right, so correct, he isn't doubting himself, or her, for a moment. she cradles him wholly, accepting him against her, and all the world beyond these four walls is slowly beginning to fall away.

with the taste of her skin still on his tongue, tighnari draws away, leaving a cooling path of saliva in his wake as he looks down into her lovely face, so he can read her expression as his hand travels downward, over her soft belly and further, his hips shifting back so he can fit his fingers between their bodies. his brown-green eyes meet her amber ones as he slowly, carefully draws his fingertips along her panties, pressing, feeling her moisture through the thin fabric, applying pressure, tracing the shape of her. even through her panties, she feels so hot.

dropping his head, he nudges his nose alongside hers, his thumb inching below her waistband. ]

You feel good..

[ She really would like to watch his every move with rapt attention, from the way he pulls away to the way his hand trails down, down, down, so slowly, until he reaches the warm, wet heat waiting for him between her legs. But instead, she finds herself utterly captured by his eyes as he looks down at her face, their gazes mirroring each other in their certainty and the undercurrent of hunger beneath, only to be broken by the sensation of his fingertips stroking her, bidding her to close her eyes as she gasps. ]

Ah... That's... good, Nari...

[ She brings another hand up to frame his face as their noses touch, and she presses a gentle, encouraging kiss to his lips as she spreads her legs for him, another silent plea for him to keep going, to keep teasing at the growing heat there, to truly feel how wet she already is for him. ]

[ she responds, she responds perfectly, gasping for him, spreading her thighs wide, and tighnari certainly can't help the way his light pants are already feeling much tighter.

but tighnari isn't concerned for himself, right now. he wants to see her unfold for him, opening like a flower turning toward the sun, displaying her pleasure for him. she kisses his lips, and tighnari hums softly, parting his lips over hers again, his touch becoming more bold now, more forward. his thumb tugs, pulling down the waistband of her panties just enough for him to be able to slip his fingers inside.

gods, she feels perfect. hot as hellfire and slick as sin. the pads of tighnari's fingers slide with confidence, gliding along slippery folds, gathering her moisture at his fingertips and lifting them higher. in gentle circles he rubs her clit, feeling its shape beneath his touch, gauging her reaction before closing his entire palm over her core. with a low groan against her lips, tighnari's hips shift, grinding downward against her thigh to appease the ache between his legs. ]

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