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[ never before has alisaie so deeply, keenly known what it is to feel bittersweet.

arriving on hydaelyn again, surrounded by the familiar walls of the rising stones, eorzea's peoples and lands safe, restored, full - is it not what she had dreamt of since first she awoke in that icy pod? since she looked out over a wide vista of stars and attempted to process the fact that her home was gone? mourning an entire world had been a monumental effort, and when the news had come that their homes could yet be salvaged she had never been more relieved.

that relief, of course, had been soon followed by a sweeping despair. they were to return home, and only home, the natha had a duty to fulfill, to see to it that everything was restored exactly as it was, no exception, no compromise. for the greater good, they had insisted, and alisaie's heart had broken clean in two. she had made so many connections, so many close friends, she had carved a life out for herself on el nysa and -

- and prompto. to lose him forever was an ache she could not bear. she had already lost so much, so many, and to lose him.. of course she fought. she railed and shouted herself hoarse, she petitioned the natha again and again, begged, but they would not be moved. and so she was home again, surrounded by familiar walls and familiar friends, but on her clothing she could still smell prompto's skin, the sensation of his last kiss clinging to her mouth like a ghost.

a week of stunned grieving was all she allowed herself, but alisaie would not be defeated. traveling to other worlds.. it is possible, she has seen it done. the ascians, the warriors of the first - all had traveled between the planes, and alisaie was entirely certain, with all of her heart, that his eos was one of the many echoes, the worlds connected to her own by the sundering of the mothercrystal. prompto was gone and yet he still somehow felt so very close, just out of reach of her touch, her voice, her heart.

the pregnancy, of course, had been.. entirely unexpected. the natha had rendered them sterile, but she can only assume that they had reversed it some time before their restoration of their homes, long enough for him to quicken within her womb and leave her with a soul to remember him by, a sweet child with her own dark eyes and prompto's fair hair, and smile, and laugh that breaks her heart to hear. but gods she loves him, this little sunshine boy who thrives on touch and love, who sleeps well and smiles often and gives her the extra drive she needs to work, to finish, to find the way to drive open the doorway between their worlds. it is unstable, and unable to linger for long, it is entirely possible that this is a one-way trip, that she will never be able to find her way back, and that is all that stalls her. prompto is her heart, her husband, the mother of her child - but hydaelyn is her home, her family is here, and the thought of leaving her brother behind forever, leaving urianger, and the scions..

gods, it is nearly enough to unmake her, to convince her to abandon her work.

but they remind her, all of them, that prompto too is her family, that their child deserves to know his father, that if she does not make this step she will never see him again. she will.. simply have to do it again, to find a way to keep the doorway open. and if she has not, at least she has said her goodbyes, she has made her peace, and decided what it is that she needs.

and so that is what brings her here at last, to eos, where the air is thick with darkness, where the aether is in upheaval. gods, this is the home he had returned to? this is where he has been? the atmosphere is heady and oppressive, the roads swarmed with terrible daemons. she had made the right decision.

finding him, however, was much more difficult. finding her way to a well lit station had been difficult enough in a foreign world, and she had learned quickly to arrange her hair to cover her ears, avoiding questions she does not have the time to answer. but soon enough she had learned of him, where he was, and how to arrive there - to a city called lestallum, the last great bastion against the doom hovering on the horizon.

alisaie's heart is pounding when she arrives before the worn wooden door, in a narrow staircase with yellow walls, the paint peeling and the light harsh. she's ruffled and dusty with travel, exhausted and anxious, smelling of sweat and chocobo but once she had arrived in the city she could not bring herself to wait another second before searching him out, finding him. hefting the sleeping child higher on her hip, alisaie presses a kiss to his pale blonde head, taking a deep, stilling breath.

and she knocks. ]

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[ all right, yes, he has her attention..

eventually. she still has to finish this paragraph. but once she does she sets her book into her lap and glances down toward him, where his face is buried to her neck and shoulder. ]

.. is that so?

[ she asks, wryly. it's his penis, isn't it? she's pretty sure she's studied that as much as anyone ever possibly could. ]

[ Aha, at last she has cottoned on to his advances — or, at least, she's paying them the least bit of attention. He can work with that! ]

Mh-hmm. You're already pretty familiar, but it's been awhile. Wouldn't want to get rusty, would you?

[ He says, while nuzzling up along her jawline to her ear, nipping suggestively at her lobe while one of his hands skirts up her nightdress, just along her thigh. He knows how to get her going, even if she's a little distracted. She won't be distracted for long! Heh...heh... ]

[ normally, this would work very easily. alisaie is more or less almost always dtf, which is probably why they have three kids already, and to be honest, he's no the only one who misses sex. it got a bit more difficult to achieve in the later stages of her pregnancy, when she was as big as a house and literally always crabby and uncomfortable with two babies sitting on her internal organs, so it's been.. a pretty long time, tbh. poor prompto deserves a bone.

and yet, when his hand creeps up her thigh, rather than smile and purr as she usually might, alisaie yowls and smacks his hand away. ]

I think not, ser - !

[ In the back of his mind, he might have been wondering if she wasn't in the mood, if she was still too tired and this was asking too much tonight, but even then, he isn't expecting a reaction like that. She's usually pretty gentle when she has to let him down! And yet here she is, swatting away his hand, and he startles, jumping back like he's touched a live wire. ]

Wh-what? [ He looks stricken. Well, at least she's killed the mood... ] But...wh-why? Did I do something wrong?

[ He's been trying to be such a good husbando lately! But maybe he hecked up somewhere and didn't realize it. He can make amends!!! ]

[ HE SURE DID!! ]

No! No, no -

[ he is the perfect husbando!! but when your vagina is still a recovering warzone, your reactions can be.. strong..

nevertheless, she's quick to take his hand again, pressing a kiss to his knuckles - a nice chaste one, okay, don't get the wrong idea, prompto. ]

'Tis just that I.. am not ready.

[ she doesn't want to spell out how wrecked her downstairs is.. ]

[ She doesn't want to spell it out, but that only makes him more perplexed. She's not...ready? For sex? They've been ready for sex after they knew each other for like, a month, he has no idea what to make of this.

And his confusion shows in his expression, his brow furrowing like he is attempting to work out some kind of complex math equation. I'm too lazy to link the gif, but you know the one. ]

You're not...ready? [ ???? ?? ????? ] ...D'you want me to go down on you first?

[ WOULD THAT HELP??? ]

[ facepalm.jpg.........

she should have known that she would end up having to spell it out anyway. life is hard. ]

Absolutely not.

[ she's quick to answer again, her hands crossing into an X position, no, no, and no. though gods, it sounds nice.. she'd sure love to lie back and be treated like a queen while he does all the work on her, but unfortunately that is not in the cards for her. if only she had super healing speed or something.

alisaie sighs so heavily her shoulders droop. ]

Prompto, I only mean - [ she rubs the bridge of her nose. ] - giving birth is very.. traumatic. To twins, even moreso.

[ she feels so sorry for her poor mother.. ]

[ Give him a moment. He still needs to do some piecing together here. Having twins...tramautic...his eyebrows shoot up.

Ohhhhhhhh. ]

Sooooo, you're way messed up down there still, huh.

[ That. Makes sense. He knows a woman's body is capable of amazing things in the process of giving birth, but she still pushed two humans out of her vagina, it only makes sense that it would be, uh, in rough shape after something like that. But that means...it could still be awhile before they can be intimate again.

He tries not to let himself deflate too much — what's important is that Alisaie is comfortable and heals as she should. He can keep it in his pants until she's ready!

Instead, he leans forward, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. ]

Copy that. Whenever you're ready, you just say the word, okay? I won't bug you until then.

[ Well, he won't bug her about sex, anyway. ]

[ there we go. the boy finally understands!! she's so proud. mostly though, she's relieved. alisaie releases the breath she'd been holding, both hands falling into her lap again, but when he leans in to hit her with a sweet, soft kiss, she can't help but smile.

prompto might be a complete moron sometimes, but he's gentle, and sweet, and kind. he's gone just as long as she has without sex, so she knows it cannot be easy for him, especially if he was expecting to get it tonight, but he's still understanding nonetheless - and disappointed, too. she sees the way his shoulders droop like that!!

so she gently knocks her shoulder to his, her smile blooming, the hand in her lap climbing over the blankets between them to rest on his knee, tickling the inside of his thigh. ]

Though of course I can.. give you a little help, if you like, for being so sweet and understanding.

[ does the good boy want a handy?? ]

[ Ah, it's times like these where his sweet and genuine nature really pay off. Prompto's whole face lights up — sure, it's not a full-on bang, but it will sate his thirst for the time being, which was more than he was expecting a moment ago. She knows just how to placate him... ]

Think I can work with that...

[ He's just gonna stretch out and tuck his hands behind his head. He knew he was a good husbando!! He lets her take the wheel, er, figuratively speaking in a couple of ways, and he is like clay in her capable hands. He would be more than happy to return the favor if he could, of course, and when they are finally able to have sex again he'll make sure to treat her extra, extra special. But for now, he tenses beneath her touch and she plays him like a puppet, pulling his strings and driving him wild. Gods, it's good. He's missed this.

By the time he is satisfied, his heart is racing and his skin prickles comfortably, heat and pleasure clinging to him. Relaxing back against the sheets, he leans up to press a kiss to her jaw, his cheeks rosy, his smile deep and content. She done good... ]

Mmm...y-you're so good to me. [ A huff of laughter as he finds her eyes again. ] I can offer you...a backrub? Footrub? Whatever kinda rub you want...

[ Look, he might not be able to sex her up right now, but still, he wants to return the favor to some degree!! ]

[ it's simple, really. prompto is notoriously easy to please, and even if he weren't, it's been weeks since she last laid her hands on him - she could give him a quarter of the attention she offers and leave him satisfied, so it's really no great effort on her part.

.. even if it leaves her a little envious. he's having a great time, which she loves, but she won't get any in return, which is pretty disappointing, especially when touching him gets her all, you know, in the mood. at least the very idea of anyone's hands below her belt is enough to kill any desire that might blossom while she works.

at the very least, it gratifies her to be able to give him even this much, and though it might not be what he'd originally wanted, prompto still seems quite happy by the time she finishes him off, which is the best she can ask for, really. he goes all gooey and boneless for her, which she always loves, it's like he's a cute little puppy who will do anything she asks, ever. a soft giggle bubbles from her lips, and alisaie wriggles down to press into his side, bumping her nose playfully against his cheek. ]

How am I to choose?

[ por que no los dos tho... ]

[ The rise and fall of his chest starts to slow, though his breathing is still shallow and laced with pleased little noises. He will give her a backrub and a footrub and also make her a batch of late night cookies. He also might fan her with a palm frond and feed her grapes, if she'd like. Right now, he'd do anything for her. ]

Mmmaybe just choose where you want me to start first...

[ He turns his head to bump his nose to her, a breathless laugh bubbling just against her lips. ]

Oooor if you just wanna kiss for awhile, too, that's cool with me...

[ ah here he is, enjoying his post-orgasmic bliss, ready to be gross and schmoopy for awhile. it's really kind of strange to be on the other side of it, without all of the rushing endorphins to help her along..

alisaie doesn't need much of an excuse to be disgusting with him, though, so she's happy to hook her arms lazily over his shoulders, dragging a kiss from one corner of his mouth to the other. ]

Only if you do not get too distracted.

[ kissing is lovely but she still wants that backrub ]

[ Look, he would be enjoying it even more if he could have finished her, too! Afterglow isn't as fun when you're the only one reeling from it, but at least she's being suitably schmoopy, even if that's going to make it even harder for him to keep his backrub promise. He'll get there...in a moment...but for now, kisses. ]

Mmm...I won't.

[ He says, getting distracted, kissing her languidly and tugging her bottom lip between his teeth, tongue flicking sweetly over it. ]

Just gimme a sec...

[ His words come muffled around the shape of her lip that he still holds in his mouth, before releasing her so he can drag soft kisses down her throat. This is the second time he's tried this tonight, but this time, he's not doing it to get in her skirt. This is a token of his appreciation, lavishing her with her favorite kinds of kisses. There are still a few things he can give her that she likes. ]

[ somehow, she expects that he wants more than a sec..

but who is she to resist good kisses? alisaie is not so easy to sway as prompto, but she is soft enough to appreciate moments like this. she hums against his mouth, her eyes fluttering closed, her right hand closing to glide her knuckles along the familiar line of his jaw.

then his kisses move down her throat, and while he might not be intending to work her up, that's kind of what he's doing anyway, kissing her in all of her favorite, sensitive spots like that!! she does not stop him, but a sound moves in her throat that is partly protest, but weak as a wet paper bag. ]

That is not fair..

[ Look, if she doesn't want good kisses, then she shouldn't give such good handies? Them's the breaks. He stops at the base of her throat, pressing a soft kiss to her collar bone before he nuzzles to her skin. ]

Heh...sorry. Guess I'm teasin' you more than I mean to.

[ He really isn't intending to work her up!!! But he can see how this is having that effect anyway, considering this is exactly what he was trying to do when he wanted to bang....

With one last kiss to her neck, he sighs and edges back at last, the pleasure starting to ebb away. Alright, it's time he holds up his end of the deal, and Prompto heaves himself upright, positioning himself so he can urge her to lean back into him. ]

You ready for that backrub, my lady?

[ she's pretty sure that he isn't sorry at all.. but she can't blame him, either, he's all hopped up on afterglow. she would be the same.

but soon enough he's moving on at last, and while she's still comfortably warm from his attentions, she's more interested in the backrub, for now. nine months of pregnancy, followed by a few more months of mothering is not so easy on the spine.

so when he makes room, she's quick to wriggle over and right into his waiting lap. ]

At your ready, good ser.

[ For a moment, when she presses up against him, he just leans into her, arms slipping around her waist as he breathes her in. He can't help but be gross and amorous right now, though he realizes fully that his lingering euphoria is the only thing standing between her and the backrub she so badly wants — and deserves!

So after a moment, he hums and pulls back just enough to glide his hands along her shoulders, working his fingers and palms over her tense muscles. ]

You've been workin' so hard...just relax.

[ He'll take it from here. ]

[ she can't complain when his arms close around her; the both of them have been a little starved for love and unmitigated affection, and all things considered, they deserve a little time to be absolutely, unapologetically gross with each other. she'll take it. leaning back into his arms, she hums her approval, and turns her head enough to press a line of kisses to his jaw.

but then his hands are moving, he's setting to work, so she leans a little forward again to facilitate it.

gods. maybe it's because it's been a long time since last she got a nice, husbandly backrub, or maybe it's that he's just gotten so good at it over the years, or maybe it's both, but she can hardly stand how good it feels. prompto knows all the right places to hit, where she holds her tension, all those terrible little knots beneath the skin. ]

Mmmm..

[ she murmurs, closing her eyes and tilting her head forward. ]

That's lovely.

[ He's certainly had his fair share of practice, but it doesn't hurt that he enjoys touching her, too. He's always been such a tactile person that the simple act of working his hands over her back is rewarding for him, too.

As he kneads the tension out of her shoulders, he sweeps her braid to the side and dips his head forward to press a small kiss to the back of her neck. ]

Mh-hmm... [ He hums, a soft, contented sound in his throat. They're still on-duty — as parents, they're really never off the clock — but in moments like these, he feels as relaxed as he ever does. Safe, sound, with the love of his life and his family within these walls.

How in the world did he get so lucky? ]

Have I mentioned lately how much I love you?

[ He's not just saying that because of the handjob, honest. ]

[ is this just because of the handjob..

but no, alisaie is easily swept up in it as well, his hands on her body after so long feel sweet and tender and perfect, and it's so easy to lean back into him, every knead of his fingers has her loosening further, soon enough she is liable to melt into a puddle right into his lap.

a soft chuckle rolls like a purr in the back of her throat, and alisaie tips her head back to nuzzle to his jaw, pressing a warm kiss there, then a second, and a third. ]

You may always remind me as often as you like.

[ A quiet laugh escapes him, his skin tingling as she presses those soft kisses to his warm skin. It's hard not to be distracted by it, to actually keep his hands moving and continue his work, and he certainly slows with her attentions. There's no doubt about it — they needed this. ]

You sure about that? Might come to regret it...

[ He murmurs through a chuckle, nuzzling to her ear. ]

Mm.. you're right. I may have to enforce a limit.

[ she wouldn't put it past him to say it at least 100 times in a day, like a broken record that she wants to kick in the teeth. alisaie chuckles fondly, nipping at his earlobe, though she shies away when he nuzzles her own - no getting her riled up!! rude.

instead she snags his hands from their work and tugs them both tightly around her middle, leaning all of herself back into his embrace, with her legs tucked up. ]

But that is fine, I know how to quiet you if I must.

[ Look, he can't help it if her ears are cute and perfectly nuzzle-able...but she distracts him soon enough, pulling his arms around her and curling right up in his lap. He tightens his arms around her, crossing his ankles and hooking his chin over her shoulder once again. If she would rather cuddle now, far be it from him to resist. This is just fine with him. This is...perfect.

Let the record show that she initiated Promptopus Mode first... ]

Oh, yeah? And how's that?

[ He murmurs against her shoulder. He already knows the answer, but it's more fun to make her say it. ]

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[ oh he thinks he knows the answer, that's for sure.. alisaie smiles against his skin, her teeth grazing his earlobe, her voice soft and quiet. ]

Mm, well, I could kiss the breath from you, that is always an efficient method.

[ her words roll against him, velvet smooth and private in a way that is only for this space between them, her fingertips drawing tenderly over his knuckles - but we all know that it is only a matter of time before she strikes. alisaie twists suddenly in his arms, straddling his hips and using her leverage to tackle him down onto the bed, her hands slipping up his shirt to.. pinch at his ribs mercilessly!! ]

Or I could simply force you!