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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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[ 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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