[and off to their sides they go, their legs tangling in the process and byleth allowing her hands to rest over his face and chest. a smile is returned for his, her fingers touching skin as if to learn what contours his bones have allowed.]
We don't have to be. It's just us.
[she means that — past the titles that they both will have to bear and what they mean to their people, here, within these walls, it's just byleth and dimitri. scarred and helpless and young lovers learning the ropes together.]
[byleth pushes forward and kisses him, a simple gesture to try and bring back that feeling, of want and desire; a quiet prayer while one of her hands ease down his side, barely digging under the band of his pants, moving towards gathering momentum.]
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We don't have to be. It's just us.
[she means that — past the titles that they both will have to bear and what they mean to their people, here, within these walls, it's just byleth and dimitri. scarred and helpless and young lovers learning the ropes together.]
[byleth pushes forward and kisses him, a simple gesture to try and bring back that feeling, of want and desire; a quiet prayer while one of her hands ease down his side, barely digging under the band of his pants, moving towards gathering momentum.]