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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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[ 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. ]