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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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[ Gods, it's irresistible, the way she says his name, the way she makes him feel like he's her whole world in this moment, like the universe has narrowed to this space, and nothing else outside it matters. Well — for the most part, anyway. He wants her, and he wants to take this to the next level, but he still new at this and woefully stupid and he doesn't really know how to take it there considering they're...still in the pool.

So he cuts through the static in his mind enough to breathe, to press kisses back up her neck and kiss her mouth, hard and rough, before he breathes into her mouth: ]

M-mm — sh-should we go...?

[ Should they go inside??? ]

[ those kisses up her neck earn an eager whine, and by the time his mouth finds hers again she's desperate to kiss him, her teeth sinking into his lower lip, her fingers tightening in his hair, tugging gently, with quiet authority. he speaks into her mouth.

oh.

well, like prompto, she hadn't exactly been thinking about anything beyond this point. she's wrapped up in him, in these sweet new sensations, in the wondrous feel of his body against hers, neither of them considering where it was going. should they move? are they going to.. take this further? should they?

why shouldn't they? they've already crossed that final barrier - but does she seem overeager? he's been here all of an hour, at most, should they.. wait?

alisaie chews her lower lip, her eyes finding his face, pupils blown dark and wide. ]

Inside.

[ pool sex is probably too advanced for them at this juncture.. ]

[ To be fair, it's been over a week since they last did it, that's a reasonable amount of time before getting it on again. Probably. Even if they've already had sex, that doesn't change the fact that just hearing her say that word sees a chill shooting down his spine, for all it portends. Pool sex is definitely too advanced, and part of him is nervous - so nervous - about living up to the expectations set by the first time. They were high on passion and emotions last time - will he be able to...please her?

Of course, those nerves are easy enough for the desire coursing through his blood to drown out, and though he's whimpering by the time she gives her command, body tight and aching, there are necessary steps they must take to go further.

He doesn't let her go, his grip on her still tight and insistent as he steps backwards and towards the steps of the pool. It takes all his wherewithall not to run with her into the house. You know what they say about running next to the pool... ]

Where?

[ He breathes, voice low and husky, kissing the running water from her neck and collar. ]

[ prompto certainly isn't the only one worrying - who has been worrying all week, equal parts excited and terrified about what their next encounter might be like. like any young teenager ensnared by lovesick infatuation she could hardly wait to get her hands on him again after so many long months of teasing at more, but she's hardly experienced. neither of them are, which helps, but it does not make it any less daunting.

at least she can be comforted by the fact that prompto is a boy, and all of her internet research has taught her that boys are notoriously easy to please. prompto especially is like an eager puppy, she could make a mess of it and he would probably enjoy himself immensely. and yet somehow, despite all of this logic, she's still petrified.

not petrified enough to keep from doing it, though. especially with prompto's mouth still at her skin. a light giggle bubbles up and out, and she nearly trips over her own feet twice as they dance their way inside, dripping water all over the plush carpets. the air conditioning on her wet skin feels frigid, lifting goosebumps on her forearms, and she turns to walk backward so she can run her hands up his chest she tugs him toward the stairs. ]

My room.

[ where else? still, the very idea - she's known, of course, since she invited him here that he would sleep in her room, in her bed, and that they would no doubt.. you know. get busy. but the idea of it really happening, of prompto in her very own bed, kissing her, touching her.. it's exhilarating. ]

[ Her hands run up his chilled skin, scorching him as he almost sings out a note of pleasure, pupil blown wide as those simple words sink beneath his skin. To her room, then, and Prompto follows her guidance easily, laughing breathlessly as they manage their awkward two-step up the stairs between deep, warm kisses. He just can't seem to keep his hands or mouth off of her for more than a second, and it isn't helping that so much of her skin is bare to him already. It's so easy to touch her, to skim his palms over her back, fingers dragging over her goosebumps. It's exhilarating.

The make it to her room not a moment too soon, nerves spiking with excitement in his gut as they back up towards the bed. He more or less trips onto it, falling with her into a tangle of limbs onto the soft, soothing sheets. They both know what comes next, and yet he can hardly believe it is happening, that they are in her room, kissing and touching with no sign of slowing down. ]

Alisaie...

[ He sighs her name like a secret, before leaning into her, pressing a line of hot kisses down her throat, fingers slipping beneath her swimming suit so he can relieve her of it. He trembles while so doing, but Alisaie is nothing but encouraging, and soon enough, he forgets his nerves altogether, drawn in by sensations that make his head spin and the world disappear from around them. ]

[ for as terrifying as it had been to face this possibility again, once his hands are on her, once he's whispering her name like that with a deep, delicate heat, she knows she had nothing to fear at all. why should she? this is prompto, her prompto, her first friend, her companion. she trusts him, and more than that she wants him, wants this. there could be nothing in the world more natural, or right.

they stumble a little, clumsier this time for their self-consciousness and awareness, and alisaie is almost.. shy at times, her usual confidence and bravado evaporated, burned away to reveal the young, nervous girl beneath. but prompto is sweet, he smiles for her, he kisses her, and in the end all of the fear and apprehension falls away until they're tangled up, words lost to soft whines and needy kisses. adrenaline cracks like lightning through her veins, her blood hot and sparking with energy, her head spinning, thoughts tangled, frayed, whipped up in the frenzy of pleasure and excitement that consumes them both.

she's.. entirely forgotten about the pizza by the time they fall slack, breathing quickly, skin slick with sweat and her sheets thick with the new, thrilling scent of sex. how long will she be able to smell him on her pillows? how many days after he leaves will she be able to breathe him in while she sleeps? biting her lip through a smile, alisaie drags her teeth over his lower lip, her face still flushed as she struggles to catch her breath. ]

I'm.. glad you're here.

[ In the end, his nerves prove entirely unnecessary, of course, and for all they might have stumbled a bit in the beginning, by the end of it he is unspooled, contentment deep in his buzzing bones, his breathing heavy and voiced as they come down from that peak. Gods, a boy could get used to this, to pleasure burning in his blood and the pressure of her overheated skin against his, his entire body dazed and exhausted. Were they...doing something else before this?

He definitely can't recall. ]

Hmm — mmm.... [ Comes the sound of his agreement, a soft, vulnerable whimper exhaled against her mouth as her teeth rake over his lip. Every sensation feels like a shock to his system, a live wire touched, and he can barely formulate coherent thoughts, let alone words.

Still, it's easy enough to turn it back on her, his hand slipping up her back, tracing each ridge in her spine. It's thrilling, to touch someone like this, to be touched like this. Will it ever wear off? Could he ever possibly tire of this?

Not a chance. ]

Me, too. There's nowhere I'd rather be right now.

[ Maybe they can just...stay like this forever. ]

[ he's such a sap!! but she is, too... if only internally. she can't help the smile that captures her mouth, though she bites her lip to contain it as best she can (which is not very well). ]

I feel the same..

[ there's nowhere she would prefer to be, nowhere she would prefer him to be, but right here.

but naturally, that means that the doorbell rings this very moment. for a brief second her brow creases - who the heck is here now, of all times?? and then she remembers - the pizza - and her brows lift high. ]

Oh..

[ Was that...the doorbell? It takes longer for it to come back to him — he just got laid, okay, cut him some slack — but then it dawns on him. Right, they ordered pizza, didn't they? Before they went swimming and played and got frisky...

He huffs out a laugh, peppering a quick kiss to her lips before drawing back and sitting back, rolling his shoulders in a luxurious stretch. ]

I'll take care of it. You just sit tight, beautiful.

[ He finds his swim trunks on the floor, body still abuzz, tugging them on and arranging his hair...enough. ]

What d'you say? Am I presentable enough?

[ he's out of her bed, which is a shame, but she still cannot help but laugh when he fusses with his hair. i mean, sure, it looks like sex hair, but it also looks like swimming hair, and he is being ridiculous. ]

You're fine, go on, you vain boy!

[ she says through a laugh, shooing him away with both hands. don't make the pizza guy leave because they're taking too long!! ]

[ Don't worry, he will surely be back in her bed soon enough and many more times before this little staycation of theirs is over, if today is any indication. He chuckles, stepping backwards lightly before he stumbles through the door, moving quickly down the stairs before the pizza man can think to abandon them. ]

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