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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. ]
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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Aw — c'mon, you're just sayin' that because you couldn't fall back sleep when I did!
[ A beat. ]
Right? Y-you would've tried harder to wake me up for that!
[ THE FUTURE OF THEIR FAMILY IS AT STAKE HERE!!! ]
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I considered just.. hopping on top of you in your sleep, and seeing if you woke up.
[ she says, tapping her chin with the tip of one finger, before she's setting her book aside to pluck up another muffin. ]
.. but then I realized how long it has been since I enjoyed a nice bath.
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He pauses a moment, contemplating, before he starts for the toilet. Sorry to ruin your nice moment, Alisaie, but he has to do his morning pee. ]
It has been awhile, huh? Well, I'm glad you found some time to relax. [ Tinkle, tinkle... ] Though, you know, now that I am awake...
[ They might still have a little time before the babies wake up!!! ]
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thankfully, alisaie doesn't much seem bothered by it, she is chowing down on this muffin without issue, completely unbothered by his gentlemanly deluge. she licks chocolate from the corner of her mouth and sinks further down into the bubbles with a smile. ]
Ah, you know just how to turn me on, to the dulcet sounds of your morning piss..
[ she says through a grin, glancing his way to check out his nice freckled butt!! since he's going to put it right in her line of vision, anyway. ]
What time is it? Perhaps if we are quick..
[ the clock is TICKING!! ]
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Hey, no sneak peeks! These buns are cash-in prizes only.
[ Quickly, he glances out at the clock in the bedroom, before answering: ]
Six forty-five. What d'you say? Up for the challenge?
[ A RACE AGAINST THE CLOCK??? At least they know how to rev each other up quickly. ]
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[ she raises one hand from the bubbles and waggles her fingers, where her wedding band glimmers in the light. those buns are all hers to ogle whenever she pleases, babey!! besides, he loves it when she objectifies him.
but speaking of objectification - alisaie kicks the drain of the tub open with her heel and braces her hands on the sides of the tub, unfolding herself to stand, bubbly water streaming down her bare body. enjoy the view, morning pee boy. alisaie opens her arms, wiggling her fingers. ]
Come and get me, then.
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So he seizes this moment while they have the chance, grinning eagerly at her as he rushes over, his pants sure still down, as he lifts her into his arm and hooks her knees around his waist. ]
Mmm...you smell so nice, like roses...and muffins...
[ Chuckling, he presses a kiss up to her jaw, before he is hurrying out of the bathroom with her towards the bed. They don't have long!!! ]
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I taste like muffins, too. Chocolate chip.
[ delicious. nuzzling his jaw, alisaie presses a trail of very quick kisses along his jaw, finding his mouth. ]
And you smell like unshowered pretty boy and morning breath, mmm, my favorite.
[ she's kidding, but also they've been together long enough that she can smooch his morning breath mouth without issue, they have no one left to impress anymore!! once he plops her down on the bed, she's quick to tug him right down with her, locking her ankles at the small of his back. there is no escape. ]
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[ At least unshowered Prompto still smells like a rose, since he is like Aiden IRL and showers like seven times a day and that body wash doesn't go away after one sleep! His breath probably isn't great, though. Good thing she's used to it!
But as they have little time to get busy, he wastes no time, kissing her down her throat, breaking away for only a moment to swipe his thumb along his tongue so he can tease her nipple with it. It's so convenient when she's already naked, no pesky clothes to take off! ]
I can't wait to be inside you...
[ This Prompto is much more sexually experienced, he can actually start the dirty talk without dying on the spot... ]
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Then you had best hurry up and fuck me..
[ she murmurs, catching his lip between her teeth and giving it a sharp little tug. she may or may not already be wet enough for him.. don't look at her, she's thirsty!! and it's been awhile!! AND the whole hurry-up-and-fuck-in-under-a-time-limit is also kind of a turn on..
but just in case he needs a little help, she jams one hand between them to find his cock. come on prompto jr, up and at em!! ]
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But with any luck, he won't get blueballed. A soft groan flutters against her skin when she touches him, his hips wriggling against hers, pressing his cock into her palm. One hand remains at her breast, working her up, while the other slips between her thighs, dragging along the delicate folds of her pussy. Damn, she is pretty wet already...and gods, it's so hot when he can feel how much her body wants him.
He straightens, a finger dipping inside her, while his thumb brushes her clit quickly. As they're on a time limit: ]
Promise I'll go down on you after if you don't come...
[ He knows how female orgasms work now, it's not as easy as it is for him!! And as unfair as it is, his is more crucial to the baby making process. But he wants her to have a good time, too! Hell, maybe he'll go down on her anyway, just because he's a considerate husbando like that. ]
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That's the sweetest thing you've ever said to me.
[ she says, cupping his face between both of her hands, which means letting go of his cock, regrettably, but he's already pretty ready to go, and they're not here for a handy!! her voice is teasing, but she also means it; alisaie has watched the sitcoms and seen the romcoms where the men don't bother to please their women.. she knows how lucky he is!! and he also isn't wrong. it'll feel good, but they probably don't have time to work her up to a proper orgasm, and unfortunately the gods are cruel and made the female orgasm OPTIONAL. she won't hold it against him, not when it's baby making time. ]
But don't you worry about me, my love, you do what you have to do to put a baby in me.
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[ He really gets the better end of the deal, here, since he both gets to get off AND possibly put a baby in her! Both things he loves to do. Her handiwork (heheh) and his own thirst has stiffened him up nice and quickly, and which his hands on each of her thighs, steadying her, he sinks against her, sliding his cock insider her in a smooth, fluid motion.
He bites his lower lip, eager to savor the warm, wet feeling of being inside her...BUT THERE IS NO TIME TO DILLY-DALLY!!! Soon he starts to roll his hips, thrusting into her, willing Prompto Jr to go off quickly like he hasn't in years. He used to come so quickly, surely he can live up to those good old days again! ]
Mmm...I've missed this...
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[ she loves their children more than anything in the world, but gods if she doesn't miss just.. having sex just because!! and spending long mornings doing nothing but making love and eating pizza in bed. the good old days..
anyway they might be going for speed here, but that doesn't mean it still doesn't feel nice when he sinks into her body, deep and full; she can feel the heat of his cock, that sweet, sinful pressure, and alisaie exhales in a shiver, swallowing thickly, and humming in the back of her throat.
but this is not the time to savor it.. much as she might like to. prompto is already pumping away like a bucking bronco, and she has to do her wifely duty and help him get there faster!! so she looses her hands from his shoulders and takes both of his hands, guiding them over her breasts, and squeezing. she knows how much he loves the boobies!! and tempting as it is to say something quippy like what, you missed coming in ten seconds? she must keep focused on TASK and not distract him. so she says his favorite words instead. ]
There's my good boy.. such a good boy.. you want to fill me up good, hmm? My good boy can't wait to fill me up with a baby..
[ dirty talk about BABIES, prompto probably has a breeding kink. ]
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But he sure does love hearing that. He loves to be her good boy, and to be told so, in that husky, hot tone of hers that he knows so well. He grasps at her breasts when she prompts him to, filling his palms with the soft, supple warmth, letting her words roll over him. Oh, yeah, that's nice, that's just what he needs... ]
I wanna fill you up with ten babies...
[ ONE HUNDRED BABIES!!! It's true, though. Motivated by the thought of all his children running around, playing together, he thrusts faster, harder, biting his bottom lip as he nears his peak. After a few moments more, he grunts: ]
I'm almost, almost...
[ There. He comes, fingernails digging into her skin, as white-hot pleasure rushes over him, his cry held in his throat. He doesn't want to wake up the kids because he climaxed too loud...god. ]
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anyway, things go about as well as can be expected, she can feel him getting there quickly, clawing his way toward it as his thrusts grow more and more frantic. it feels good, but alisaie is also.. super distracted, straining her ears for the sound of pitter pattering feet. thankfully, there are no pitter patters, there are no squeals or cries, and prompto comes nice and quickly, filling her up. alisaie hums, winding her arms back around his shoulders again.
what a good boy!! alisaie tugs him down with her arms and presses a line of kisses along his cheekbone, keeping her legs clamped nice and tightly around his waist. ]
Good job. Do you think it worked? I think it worked.
[ wanna make bets on pregnancy tests?? ]
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Oh, I think it worked...can't wait to welcome our decatuplets...
[ That's definitely not a word. Is it even possible to have ten babies??? He wouldn't mind finding out, even if she would surely beg to differ. And that would be a lot of diapers to change...but just think of all the tiny socks! And all the baby laughs!! ]
Is it too soon for a pregnancy test?
[ they need HARD DATA ]
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[ because that sounds like pure hell if you ask alisaie.. prompto can have his own damn decatuplets himself!! tiny socks are cute and all, but that is so much poop, and so much barf, and they would just.. never, ever sleep again, and definitely never bang again, so even if she refused to give him sex it wouldn't matter because it would never happen anyway.
but alisaie chuckles nonetheless, slipping her fingers into his still sleep-mussed hair, and nuzzling her nose to his temple. it might've been a quick fuck and she definitely did not come, but it still felt good, it always feels good to have him inside of her, to be this close with him, warm and clinging tight. she breathes in the scent of his skin, and gives herself a few moments to relax. ]
.. and it is definitely too soon, but you will be the first to know.
[ she can pee on a stick in like A WEEK OR SOMETHING. ]
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Lazily he presses soft, fluttering kisses to her jaw and her neck, his fingers dragging up and down her thighs that are still hooked around his waist. ]
Good, I better be...
[ He chuckles against her skin. ]
I love you so damn much.
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I love you, too.
[ she murmurs, her voice quiet but light, warm, doting. she loves him with her entire heart, her entire self. she loves him enough to have punched a whole between worlds in order to see him again, to keep a promise that she made so long ago, when the natha sent them home again, apart. she would do it all over again. nothing can keep her from him, not time, nor even the fabric of space and reality.
gently, she smooths her hands down his back, tracing idle patterns, before nudging his cheek with her nose, seeking out his mouth with her own to kiss him slowly, softly, but with heat and depth, breathing him in. ]
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He exhales softly into her mouth, mumbling: ]
Better fulfill my end of the bargain now, shouldn't I?
[ And with a chuckle, his kisses start to move down, along her neck and collarbone, to her navel...
Which is, of course, when a door crashes open in the hall. Their beloved Louisoix is awake... ]
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Ugh..
[ alisaie's groan is deep chested and pained, and she lifts both hands to her face, rubbing her eyes with her palms. TYPICAL!! how nice for prompto to have enjoyed his nice morning orgasm..
scowling, alisaie sits up on her hands, pushing prompto up by his shoulders. ]
It's fine. I didn't need that.
[ she'll just be consumed with frustrated lust all day, NO BIGGIE. ]
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Rain check for later, okay? Don't get too tired tonight...
[ HE WON'T LET HER DOWN. She deserves this. At the very least, they were able to potentially make a baby, which was the goal. Stretching his arms above his head, Prompto yawns and retrieves his pants from where they had fallen, before slipping a light cotton t-shirt over his head. ]
What d'you want for breakfast? I'll get it started.
[ She should have a little more of her relaxing morning! ]
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Chocolate chip pancakes.
[ her answer is, of course, both predictable and immediate, but sweet melty chocolate in a breakfast cake is all that can soothe her unsatisfied libido. nevermind that she just had chocolate chip muffins five minutes ago!! ]
And ice cold milk.
[ the better to wash down sticky syrup and chocolate. with a sigh, alisaie stands and begins digging through her drawers. ]
I'll be down soon.
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Anyway!! He blows her a kiss, really only driving home the point that he just got his rocks off and it was great, before disappearing around the door frame to scoop up Louie and head down to the kitchen to start the pancakes. Soon enough, the aroma is filling the house, and he's got a fat stack ready for whenever she comes down. ]
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