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[ being in insomnia again is.. strange. the city is the same as she had remembered, and yet so different, so strange after so many long years in tenebrae. this city seems so enormous and sprawling, sharp and stark in comparison, bright and chrome and full of people. though she remembers her time here, her earliest years, she was still quite young when her parents swept she and her brother back to the motherland, and those tender years of growth had been spent in a city very different, a home that she had grown used to, settled into.

and now they are here again, political tensions spurring her father to emigrate here, to lucis again. the empire has been still and quiet, and there have even been talks of treatise, but alisaie trusts her father's judgment, for all his political involvement. more than national pride, he hopes for his family to be safe and secure, and short of living in the bush, insomnia had seemed to him the ideal location. with the wall so strong, such a city must be impenetrable, yes?

alisaie does not know the details of it all, her father would disclose only so much - she and her brother were to focus solely on their studies, bettering themselves, and not to worry about such things outside of their control. lucis might not be a large nation, but insomnia is safe, and secure. it suits their needs just fine.

still, settling in, for alisaie, is not necessarily easy. unlike the rest of her family, smooth-talkers with political savvy, she has a hard enough time simply getting along with her own peers. her friends in tenebrae had been few and distant, their relationships thin and civil but little more. to have to start over again is.. a nightmare. but she is not here to make friends, she is here to finish her schooling, to graduate and prepare for university and beyond. there's nothing to be afraid of.

yet her knuckles are white around the books clutched to her chest as she climbs the stairs that first day, eyes forward, chin high, and it takes less than a week's time for her to earn a reputation as a haughty, conceited little snob, the little rich girl sort who is far too good to waste her time with those she deems beneath her - everyone, apparently. this is not entirely the case of course, but it suits alisaie's needs just fine. let them think what they want, so long as it affords her a wide berth and quiet time to herself, without the terrifying distraction of working her way into, and maintaining her place within, a social circle.

the weekend seems to take an eon to arrive, but friday is here at last. alisaie sits outside at a table on campus, alone, peeling the crusts distractedly from her sandwich, her advanced chemistry textbook open in front of her. three afternoon classes, and this horrible week will be over.. ]

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[ she's always been his..... :relaxed:

after a night of closeness and dancing, alisaie hardly bats an eye at the feel of his arms around her, though she nevertheless feels the thrill up her spine, warmth burgeoning in her heart and rising into her face. but she laughs despite it, bright and warm and easy, her own arms sliding right over his shoulders and around his neck, her head tipping forward to touch her brow to his.

she's breathless, and not only from the run and the climb. he's so warm, he smells so nice, his arms are so strong and secure.. alisaie feels her throat tighten, and she has to close her eyes to keep hold of herself. ]

Prompto, I.. [ her voice trembles. ] .. thank you. Tonight has been lovely.

[ All at once, he becomes acutely aware of just how close she is, of how he can feel the soft brush of her breath on his cheek, the warmth of her brow against his, and it leaves him... perilously weak-kneed. It's a bit dangerous, considering a fall from the top of the tire tower would be rather painful, but he is hardly thinking about that right now. All he can think about is her, how wonderful this night had been, and how they are closer than they have ever been before.

His heart beats madly against his throat, but he can't stem the flow of emotions surging through him, nor does he want to. Hey lets them fill him up until the sounds of his doubts a d insecurities are all but drowned out completely. ]

Even the part where I stepped on your toes?

[ His voice is a breathless whisper, but the sound of a laugh still rides on it. ]
.

[ the heat of the moment is thick and heady, alisaie can feel her heart in her throat, her breath shivering, her nerves alight and yet somehow still she as not afraid. anxious, perhaps, but even then it is a giddy sort of energy. being so close to him is wonderfully sweet, she can't help but feel safe, like the entire universe has narrowed to this little sliver of space that they occupy. nothing can hurt them, here. ]

Yes, even that part.

[ she smiles through the words, though like his they are but a whisper, her exhale rushed. her face feels hot as hellfire, her blood rushing in her ears, but she knows what it is that she wants, and alisaie has never been the sort to shy away from seizing what it is that she desires - yet still she must screw up her courage to speak again. ]

Prompto? [ she murmurs, softly, her fingers tightening in his collar, trembling. ] Will you kiss me?

[ He had already been thinking about it. Of course he had. Since they had lingered so close, sitting on the floor of her bedroom, he had been think about it, about what it would be like to kiss her if he ever, somehow, impossibly had the chance to. He has...never kissed anyone before, never so much as been on a real date before tonight, and to actually consider it happening is... surreal. He's wanted this for so long. He had accepted his feelings must be unrequited, because how could someone as special as Alisaie ever feel the way about him as he does about her?

And yet, here they are. Alone together and Alisaie is in his arms, asking him to kiss her. Just hearing the words makes his skin jump, electrified, and his face finds a way to burn even hotter. But for as surreal as it all is, there is only one way forward. Gods, he has no idea what he's doing, but... ]

I thought you'd never ask.

[ The joke is easy, but what comes next certainly is not. Still, he can't stop now, so he lifts a trembling hand to the side of her face, his thumb sweeping over her cheekbone as his eyes meet hers, heavy-lidded but intent. Her cheek feels so soft it's divine, and with a shuddering intake of breath, Prompto dips down and presses his lips to hers so soft and quick that she may wonder if he made contact at all.

But then he kisses her again, more assured of his target this time, letting go of his fear as his eyes flutter shut, letting what feels right guide his mouth against hers. ]

[ there's a brief moment where anxiety takes hold, where once the words have come out of her mouth she immediately wants to take them back. what is she thinking? sure, prompto may very well seem interested, but what if he's simply.. being kind, and affectionate? being himself? why in the world would she risk this friendship, the only one she has, so readily?

but then his answer comes, and relief floods her, followed immediately by a different sort of anxiety once he leans forward. the first kiss comes so quickly she barely feels it, little more than a brush of his mouth to hers, but then he finds his confidence and kisses her more fully, and it's enough to take her breath away.

neither of them have done this before, and that much is certainly evident in the way they hesitate, how it takes a moment for their mouths to lock together as they should, but it doesn't matter if they're clumsy or afraid. this is her first kiss, and there is no one she would rather have to bestow it upon her, no one else she would trust, no one she cares nearly enough about.

it's perfect.

alisaie inhales sharply against his lips, but it takes her only a moment to press back into it, to tilt her head and part her lips just enough that their mouths slide together. her hands in his collar tighten, white-knuckled, and she leans into him, into the texture of his mouth and the warmth of his body, into this wonderful, complete, private little moment. ]

[ It is perfect. It's a bit clumsy and slippery and strange, their lips moving against one another's to find purchase, feeling her very breath on his mouth, but it's exquisite, too. Her lips are warm and soft, her skin smells sweet, and soon enough they find the way their mouths best slot together when Alisaie turns her head and parts her lips, his own following suit as the kiss lingers and deepens. Were he not so wrapped up in everything he is feeling and experiencing right now, he might've floated away from his own body from his elation. Even when he turns his head and bumps her nose with hers, a breathless laugh slipping through their kiss, he doesn't break away. He wants this moment to go on for as long as possible, so he can remember it, everything about it, for the rest of his life. The cool night air, the goosebumps on his neck, the warmth of her body pressed into his. And this kiss, this perfect kiss, with this perfect girl.

He doesn't pull away. Not yet. His fingers only tighten in her dress as he continues to kiss her. It gets easier with every passing moment, more natural, as they acclimate, learning how to breathe in tandem, how to move their mouths together. He's always been nervous about trying new things, but this...

He could keep trying this all night. ]

[ for once, prompto seems wholly unperturbed by his lack of experience, which is a certain relief; this is something that they both must learn together, and there is no one else in this wide world with whom she would rather practice. there can be no expectations, no judgments, only the two of them, and this new and sweet connection, no distractions, no nagging cyclical thoughts, only the two of them, figuring out how to move forward together.

and gods, does it feel good. who could have thought that something so very simple as two mouths together could feel so exquisite? as if their lips were made for this, and this alone, and all other use has been secondary until this very moment; now that they have had a taste, how could they ever stop?

gently, carefully, alisaie drags her teeth over the meat of his bottom lip, both hands cupping his face now to keep him near, to feel the blazing heat of his skin beneath her touch. nothing in her life has ever felt so simply, easily right. ]

[ The feeling of her teeth pulling over his lip sends a spike of hot energy through his gut, and his fingers knit even tighter in the fine fabric of her dress, knuckles white. She takes his breath away with this kiss, leaving his dizzy and dazed, and yet he cannot bring himself to pull away so he can steady himself. Not when it's far, far easier to lose himself to sensation, to stop thinking entirely and just let the feelings in his heart take over.

Yet his knees wobble again, reminding him quite acutely how precarious they are on top of the tires here, and although he's not ready for this kiss to end, he wonders...hm.

With a shivering breath, Prompto pulls back, eyes half-lidded, and he doesn't hesitate before he starts to lead Alisaie down from the tires, arms still around her. He doesn't intend for them to go far, just to the ground, where they can get much closer, much more comfortable with these kisses if he can pull her right up into his lap.

...But maybe he's getting ahead of himself, and a little niggling voice of worry crops up in his thoughts as they step onto the ground again. Should he stop while he's ahead? But gods, he doesn't want to. ]

Can I...kiss you some more?

[ His turn to ask now. ]

[ the last thing she could ever want in this moment is for him to pull away, but she supposes that it is a necessary evil for the moment; toppling from this tire pyramid and breaking their necks might surely put a damper on this otherwise idyllic evening. even if it would be pretty funny.. given there weren't actually any broken necks.

but they're back on the ground soon enough, and already she's missing the feeling of his mouth on hers, her lips still tingling from the sensation, the memory of his warmth and taste. she wonders if he'll take her home now, if their night has peaked, and honestly, that wouldn't be so very bad.. to end a lovely night on a high note such as this - but when he's asking for another kiss instead, she can hardly suppress her smile. ]

You can kiss me as much as you like.

[ even saying those words out loud makes her face burn hot, and they echo in her ears strangely, like a dream - is she really saying such a thing? would she have ever dreamed she would say such a thing? tonight has certainly been a night of firsts. ]

[ The momentary break gives him a moment to look at this moment with a bit more clarity, to simply...marvel at how it has happened at all. That Alisaie had accepted his invitation to the prom was one thing. They could have gone as just friends and had a completely lovely evening together, regardless of Prompto's feelings for her, but what they have had...is so much more than he imagined it would be. They spent the night dancing close, holding hands, laughing and smiling and blushing, and now...this. These kisses, even for their fumbling and nerves, were perfect, and there's nothing more that he wants in this moment than to resume them. Perhaps he'll wake up tomorrow to find this was all a dream, but even if it is...he will enjoy every moment of this, and leave with no regrets.

So when Alisaie gives her answer, his breath catches in his throat, but he doesn't hesitate a moment before pulling her down onto the wood chips with him, his back against the tire tower, arms fitting right around her again before he presses his mouth to hers again. He hums softly against her lips.

Everything about this feels so right. ]

[ a little thrill jumps up her spine when he tugs her down, all but right into his lap, his mouth finding hers again instantly, with a confidence she so rarely sees in him that she cannot help but be pleased by it. it's lovely to see him so sure of himself, especially over something so difficult to face as this, but it can only give her assurance that this is just where they are meant to be right now, just what they should be doing.

and so her arms slip right over his shoulders again, curling tightly, but this time she returns his kiss with a bit more assurance, a bit more pressure, pushing the limits of what they can explore together. she tilts her head to find that perfect angle again, where their lips slot together and fit securely, where she can feel the rumble of his soft hum against her mouth in a way that makes her head spin. gods, it's so good.. ]

[ If he took a moment to stop and think about it, he would be amazed he isn't tripping over himself with nerves, too, but that's just it — he isn't thinking. He's only feeling, and this is what feels right. He's had this crush on her for months now. Years, if he's really being honest with himself, because even when they were children, she made him blush and fluster and his heart beat faster. To kiss her now, like this...it's absolutely thrilling, something he has long been dreaming of, and no part of him wants to stop.

So when she pulls near again his arms fold tight around her to hold her close, one hand cradling the back of her head. He kisses her like this for several long, wonderful minutes, her mouth sealed so tight over his that he can breathe in her very breath, and while there are still a few fumbles along the way when their noses and teeth bump, their rhythm is much more assured now, much more...deliberate. It's what gives him the courage to go on, to seek for just a bit more, even if he's already feeling lightheaded at the very thought.

Slowly, carefully, he traces her bottom lip with the tip of his tongue, his heart thunderous once more, as he asks to take this kiss even deeper. ]

[ as she begins to further relax, alisaie finds that she settles perfectly into his arms, fitted against him, their bodies like two halves of a whole making something complete. he's warm and solid, and the feel of him pressed so near is intoxicating, she has never felt anyone so close before save for her own family, and even then, it of course was not like this, and never for so long. alisaie, unsurprisingly, has a difficult time showing her affection, which is a shame, considering how much of it she has to give. but now - now she has every reason to give it, and she's all but desperate to.

still, the touch of his tongue to her lip is like a little electric shock, and her breath catches against his skin, her fingers tightening in the back of his blazer.

but never let it be said that alisaie is not bold. after only a moment's hesitation she parts her lips further over his own and glides her tongue against his, past it, dipping into his mouth to taste him. it's a.. strange sensation, slippery and hot, but thrilling all the same, in a way that stabs deep into her gut. ]

[ The feeling of her tongue surging past his lips makes a shiver course quickly down his spine, beneath her tight fingers in his jacket, the foreign yet tantalizing sensation of her in his mouth so damned good he can scarcely breathe. Everything that has happened since the moment their lips first met has been new and unfamiliar, but this is the most unexpectedly pleasant of all. It's weird, right? That their tongues dancing together in this way could be so pleasurable, but it is, and so he slides his tongue against hers, beneath it, over her teeth, mapping her mouth as the heat continues to build. Maybe it's...too much too fast, but he can't even think of slowing down now, his fingers drawing through her soft, beautiful hair, her taste and her warmth and the scent of her skin everywhere. He never wants to stop.

So he doesn't. He continues to kiss her, to hold her close, to let her fill up every space in his brain until there is room for nothing else. ]

[ it is definitely very much, very fast, but alisaie clearly has no desire to stop. she's ever been the sort to charge in head first, to take what she wants without hesitation or fear, or if she is afraid, to take it anyway. prompto certainly doesn't seem to mind, and his reactions and responses only encourage her, all of these strange, exciting new sensations dizzying and addictive. why had they waited so long for this? is this not just where they should be, just how they should be?

a soft, plaintive sound moves in her throat, he's filling up her senses so thoroughly, her skin feels too tight on her bones, there's a heat in her blood that prickles and aches, twisting up her insides. she's never felt this way before.. ]

Gods..

[ she whispers softly against his mouth, her voice all but lost between them for she is unwilling to give up the kiss. ]

[ Alisaie offers no barriers, no brakes. She does not slow, does not ask him to slow, only continues to kiss him and it is...dangerous, so dangerous, but it feels so perfectly right, too. Perhaps it's that it's prom night, or perhaps that they are, after all, two teenagers experiencing these sensations for the first time. Perhaps that should be all the reason they need to slow down, to stop, but Alisaie speaks against his mouth, turning up the heat beneath his skin, and the thought is gone before it can form. ]

Alisaie... [ He breathes against her lips before breaking away, but only so his mouth can trail kisses along her jaw to her ear and neck, like there is no part of her he doesn't want to kiss. His hands move down to settle on her thighs, trembling, at once grateful and terrified that her skirt is short enough to afford him the feeling of her bare skin beneath his palms.

It's unreal. ]

[ she offers no barriers and no brakes, and she won't, that is not who she is. she trusts prompto, she wants him, she cares for him, and however far they go tonight - whether they stop here, like this, or go as far as they can - does not matter to her. there's no one else she could ever want to experience these things with, no one else with whom she would completely entrust her body and her heart; whenever the time is right, it is right.

so when he drops his kisses away from her mouth to her skin she allows herself to enjoy it thoroughly, to sink into the sweet sensation of his lips on her throat, against the too-sensitive curve of her ear which earns him a sharp gasp, and her fingernails hooking into him through his clothing.

that's good. that's nice. more of that. she tips her head back to afford him better access, stretching her slim throat and slipping one hand into his tousled hair, her fingernails biting gently into his scalp. beneath the glide of his hands her skin jumps, electrified, her body arching toward him, pressing, holding, aching to be as near to him as she can. ]

[ She presses so near, gasping and clinging to him, and it is overwhelming in so many ways, enticing and bewildering and alarming in the same turn. There's something...implicit in the way she hooks into him, offering him no reason to suspect this could be something she doesn't want, but he is still...nervous, for so many godsdamned reasons, but still it doesn't stop him. For once, he casts off his fear, his mouth gliding along her neck until he reaches her ear once again where he whispers sharply: ]

M-my place—

[ If they aren't going to stop...they shouldn't keep going here, and his parents, if they're even home, aren't liable to pay any mind as to what's happening behind a closed door.

But gods, the thought of it alone...it has his skin tightening over his bones, hot as fire, and he welcomes it. ]

[ those words hit her hard, knocking her off balance, and alisaie's breath rushes at the sound of them - ]

Yes.

[ she says immediately, without thought, because she does not need to think, she's sure of what she wants, and how much she wants it, how very ready she is for this. what they are to one another, officially - it does not matter. is he her boyfriend? will this be only one time, a hot, sweet moment between them, with nothing further tomorrow? does it matter? it doesn't, not to her.

she wants this. she's ready. alisaie pulls back just enough to nod, her forehead touching his. ]

[ Yes. She sounds so sure of it, doesn't even hesitate in giving her answer. If he had any space left in his brain to, Prompto would have reeled at how he never could have envisioned this evening going this way, but he has long since stopped thinking. There is only her, her mouth and her hot breath and her hands. She knows what she wants, and so does he.

So he doesn't hesitate a moment longer, jumping to his feet and tugging her along with him, his fingers winding around hers, stopping every few moments to kiss her again. It's maddening, to make the journey in this way, to keep his hands and mouth off of her for even these short bouts, but at least his home isn't too terribly far. It's still farther than either of them would like, but they get their soon enough. There's no car in the driveway, which means they won't need to sneak in, which suits Prompto just fine. The less that stands between them and his bed—

He's taking her to bed.

His stomach tightens, his breathing short as he pulls her through the front door after him, leading her down the hallway to his bedroom. No sooner has he kicked the door shut behind them and locked it than his hands are upon her again, trembling even more now, from want and nerves alike. Gods, is this really happening? Are they really doing this?

Perhaps...he should be afraid, of the intimacy, of the vulnerability, and in a quick flash of fear he realizes he has to keep his ever-present wristband on, because there are things she still doesn't know, this he should tell her — but not tonight. Tonight is theirs to seize, to not be afraid, to give each other everything, and question not what tomorrow will bring them. ]

[ he leads her home, to the same house she remembers from her youth, beside the same one she had grown up in. she remembers this house, and the little boy who lived here, shy and unsure and tormented by his peers, with a smile so sweet and kind she had never forgotten it.

and now this boy is grown, tall and handsome but still just as sweet, just as kind as the one she had known before. they are grown now, and close as they could be, kissing and touching and pulling at one another, fiercely needy, hungry, aching.

perhaps they should take their time, but alisaie cannot help but rush, at least a little bit - she tugs at his clothing and drops it carelessly, and when her dress pools at her feet she feels her face flush hot. no one has seen her this way, bared, vulnerable, but prompto looks at her with gentleness and wanting, touches her like she's something precious, how can she be afraid? he's all around her, within her, his bedsheets thick with his familiar scent, making it so very easy to fall into this completely, to forget that the world outside of this room exists at all.

it isn't easy, and she'd known it wouldn't be, but nevertheless she is absolutely satisfied by the time they at last begin to come down. she holds to him with all of herself, hooked all around him, slick with sweat and flushed with heat but unwilling to put even an inch of space between them, unable to relinquish any of him. pressing her face into his neck, alisaie squeezes her eyes closed and inhales deeply, trembling, her arms wound tight around his shoulders and holding fast. ]

[ No, it isn't easy. It's strange and unfamiliar and primal, neither of them really having any idea of what they're doing, but they learn together. That's what they have been doing all night, isn't it? Learning, exploring, discovering, knowing each other wholly, completely. It's a terrifying thing to approach, but thrilling by the same turn, and one they find their rhythm, all else drops away until there is nothing but her, these sheets, and the heat that remains between them.

His breathing is heavy and fast by the time they begin to settle, hot, slick skin against hot, slick skin, and while normally that might be the sort of sensation to prompt him to jump into the shower, tonight he doesn't want to pull away from it at all. He wants to stay here, forever, warm and bare against her, his heart racing, so deeply satisfied in a way he has never before known. He shudders, limp and boneless, as he catches his breath, the scattered remnants of his mind just beginning to form a cohesive shape once more.

The night is deep and quiet aside from the sound of their breathing, so his words, though whispered, are loud and clear. ]

Th-that was...

[ He sighs, a warm, full sound. That says it better than he ever could. ]

[ prompto's words can only earn a laugh, rough and breathless as it is. that was, indeed.

she could never have thought that this night would end this way, that she would be here, in his bed, their fine, fancy clothing rumpled on the floor. certainly she might have.. thought about it before tonight, from the moment it first became clear that their might be more to what's between them than easy friendship, but still she has not considered that it might come so soon.

but really, from the moment their mouths met in the park, could it possibly have ended any differently? she has no regrets. no reserves. she is right where she wants to be, and she has no desire to move. rather than answer, she finds his mouth again, her own curved into a lazy smile; already, kissing him has become so easy, so simple, so natural. ]

[ Compared to the rush that came before, these kisses are slow and lazy and easy, and so he simply relaxes into them, tasting the salt on her lips. Maybe later he'll worry, that he asked for too much, that they should have waited, should have felt things out more before taking such a monumental step for both of them. But in this moment, he has no regrets, either. He will remember this night fondly for the rest of his life.

But as exquisite as it was, it was also exhausting, and Prompto feels worn down to his bones and the haze of sleep lingers near, ready to envelope him. Alisaie...shouldn't stay here all night — if her father discovers she never came home after the dance, there will be hell to pay — but neither does he want her to leave just yet. It's so warm and comfortable with her here in his arms, nuzzling against her skin, breathing her breath, that even as his eyes flutter shut, he murmurs against her jaw. ]

Stay with me awhile?

[ She banishes his loneliness in a way no one else can. He wants to cling to that for as long as he can. ]

[ a soft, listless giggle bubbles up from her chest when he nuzzles to her jaw, and alisaie tightens her grip, her thighs tightening around his hips, her fingers dancing down his back. how could she possibly want to be anywhere but here? of course she'll stay. she knows full well that it would be dangerous to spend the night - honestly, she's tempted nonetheless, because what her father thinks does not matter to her, not when it comes to his opinions on how she should live her life.

but she's not the only one who he'd come down on - who can say how he would behave with prompto? already his tolerance of prompto is begrudging at best, and it's not as if she would expect him to, you know, hunt him down with a shotgun, her father isn't like that. but he could certainly make things difficult for prompto, and make it far more challenging to see one another. no.. she must return home tonight, even if the idea sounds awful, even if she wants nothing more than to stay here, wrapped around him, for the rest of the night. ]

Of course.

[ just a little longer is fine. ]

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