[ hearing those words has been.. stressful, until now. it was not that she did not appreciate his love and devotion, but it only reminded her of her own feelings, of how slow and frustrating her progress was, how apprehensive she was about remembering how to say it in return, and mean it. she could have said it by rote to appease him, but he deserves better than that, they deserve better than that, and alisaie would never say such a thing, even in passing, if she did not fully mean it.
so she had not, and the anxiety had built and built, spilling out of her in close-hearted anger and defensive lashing out. but now.. now it sounds lovely in her ears, like soft, sweet silk, and she smiles against his skin, her sharp nails dragging gently now over the welts she has scratched into his back. ]
I love you, too.
[ she murmurs in response, and the words feel.. foreign in her mouth, rough and unfamiliar, yet not uncomfortable. it's like greeting an old friend again. ]
[ It's an understatement to say that it's good to hear her say those words. He's been yearning to hear them for weeks, and as time drew on, as she grew more and more irritated with him and nothing seemed to be getting better, Prompto feared that maybe he wouldn't hear them again. She wouldn't say them unless she meant them, however, and the sound of them in his ears while she gently draws her nails over pleasantly sensitive skin, words and touches so tender, brings tears right to his eyes and a smile to his lips.
Inhaling a hiccuping breath, he touches his brows to hers and squeezes his eyes shut. There will be time for tears later, when they suss out all of their feelings, but for now, he simply wants to enjoy being with her, and knowing that she loves him again. ]
...Good to hear it.
[ More than he can ever express.
At last, he seems to have...uh, receded enough that he can comfortably pull out of her, but Prompto doesn't go especially far when he does, still leaning over her with a soft, adoring smile. ]
[ it's as good for her to say the words as it is for her to hear them. now might not be the right time to comb through everything that needs to be said, but these words are the most important, and the most necessary, a great step forward in healing themselves, and what they are to one another. his smile warms her, and coaxes her own, and alisaie soon finds that she is giggling softly against his skin, her entire heart feeling lighter, fuller, so much of the tension that has been crushing her ribs is lifting away, lessening, and she can breathe again.
but ah.. there he goes.. limp noodle prompto.. well that was fun while it lasted
her gaze flickers downward, briefly, then up to his face again. ]
[ Yeah, it was kinda nice...weird, but nice. Still, the mention of home is too alluring for him to want to hang out at the beach any longer, not in the least because his ding dong is out on full display, and because they sure just fucked in plain sight for anyone to see and he, at least, wasn't quiet about it at all. At last they finally fulfilled her public kink...
But any concern about being seen right now is far from his mind. The only thing he has space for in his thoughts right now is her. ]
Yeah. Let's skedaddle.
[ He hikes his jeans back up and zips them up before finding his shirt where she discarded it. There's some nice holes in it from her nails, but that's honestly kind of hot, and anyway, he's covered with enough fur right now he a shirt isn't especially comfortable. So he's just gonna go around barechested for now, enjoy this rare display of physical confidence, Alisaie.
Once he's on his feet again, he offers her a hand up. ]
[ alisaie weaves her fingers through his and climbs to her feet, navigating her clothing again. her panties are.. pretty much ruined, thanks, so she has to go without those, but soon enough she's dressed again, and they're returning home again, hand in hand.
thanks for the peep show too, prompto!!
pea is happy to receive them, and moreso, she seems to understand the change in the air, the lifting of the tension that has been oppressing their home for weeks now seems to have evaporated. alisaie and prompto are smiling, laughing, and she is infected by it, wagging and hopping on her back paws, though she is more than a little perturbed by prompto's wolfish features and alisaie's many tails..
at any rate, alisaie puts the kettle on before they hop into the shower that prompto has started for them, washing away sweat and grime and salt and sand, and moreso, the anguish that they had been carrying. a shared bath or shower can feel so.. healing, so necessary, and though they are quick, it still feels imperative, and when alisaie is dry and wrapped in a soft cotton robe she can't help but feel lighter, stronger.
the kettle wails, and a few minutes later alisaie is carrying two mugs of sweet bergamot tea to the sofa, pressing one into prompto's palm. ]
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so she had not, and the anxiety had built and built, spilling out of her in close-hearted anger and defensive lashing out. but now.. now it sounds lovely in her ears, like soft, sweet silk, and she smiles against his skin, her sharp nails dragging gently now over the welts she has scratched into his back. ]
I love you, too.
[ she murmurs in response, and the words feel.. foreign in her mouth, rough and unfamiliar, yet not uncomfortable. it's like greeting an old friend again. ]
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Inhaling a hiccuping breath, he touches his brows to hers and squeezes his eyes shut. There will be time for tears later, when they suss out all of their feelings, but for now, he simply wants to enjoy being with her, and knowing that she loves him again. ]
...Good to hear it.
[ More than he can ever express.
At last, he seems to have...uh, receded enough that he can comfortably pull out of her, but Prompto doesn't go especially far when he does, still leaning over her with a soft, adoring smile. ]
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but ah.. there he goes.. limp noodle prompto.. well that was fun while it lasted
her gaze flickers downward, briefly, then up to his face again. ]
I suppose we should head home, now..
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But any concern about being seen right now is far from his mind. The only thing he has space for in his thoughts right now is her. ]
Yeah. Let's skedaddle.
[ He hikes his jeans back up and zips them up before finding his shirt where she discarded it. There's some nice holes in it from her nails, but that's honestly kind of hot, and anyway, he's covered with enough fur right now he a shirt isn't especially comfortable. So he's just gonna go around barechested for now, enjoy this rare display of physical confidence, Alisaie.
Once he's on his feet again, he offers her a hand up. ]
Shall we?
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[ alisaie weaves her fingers through his and climbs to her feet, navigating her clothing again. her panties are.. pretty much ruined, thanks, so she has to go without those, but soon enough she's dressed again, and they're returning home again, hand in hand.
thanks for the peep show too, prompto!!
pea is happy to receive them, and moreso, she seems to understand the change in the air, the lifting of the tension that has been oppressing their home for weeks now seems to have evaporated. alisaie and prompto are smiling, laughing, and she is infected by it, wagging and hopping on her back paws, though she is more than a little perturbed by prompto's wolfish features and alisaie's many tails..
at any rate, alisaie puts the kettle on before they hop into the shower that prompto has started for them, washing away sweat and grime and salt and sand, and moreso, the anguish that they had been carrying. a shared bath or shower can feel so.. healing, so necessary, and though they are quick, it still feels imperative, and when alisaie is dry and wrapped in a soft cotton robe she can't help but feel lighter, stronger.
the kettle wails, and a few minutes later alisaie is carrying two mugs of sweet bergamot tea to the sofa, pressing one into prompto's palm. ]
Careful, it's hot.