forum When night falls, when dawn breaks; the veil tears, the Earth shakes. // One on One // OPEN

Started September 02, 2019 by @croccin-champagne

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When Miyaki woke the next morning, surprise was too soft a word for the emotions running through her mind as she found herself in the High Lord's arms. In his bed. Naked. Last night came back to her in a sudden rush of memories, leaving her absolutely confused and with the need to clear her head. The only problem was, Jin's hold on her was too tight for her to get out of bed. She'd have to wake him then, which likely meant facing the mortification of everything. "Uh-your Majesty?" She spoke softly, her speech slightly slurred from sleep, as she continued to try and wriggle out of his arms without much luck.

Jin was still asleep, dark hair messy. His arms were curled around her waist almost possessively, and one leg was thrown over hers. At her movement and words, he slowly blinked awake, yawning softly. He looked far younger, far more vulnerable like this. With sleep still softening his features. "Mmph. Morning." He mumbled sleepily, silver eyes only half open as he looked at her, not releasing his hold.

Miyaki had to admit, though not out loud, that the way he was holding her made something in her gut flutter. It was a first for sure. But that didn't matter, because she had things to do, like having a break down in the shower due to embarrassment. "I need-I need you t' let go of me, please?" It almost sounded more like a question, as she looked at his face but didn't meet his eyes.

Jin blinked sleepily. "Hm? Oh." He let go of her, shifting his leg so that he wasn't holding her anymore, though his body was still touching hers. He yawned quietly, eyes drifting shut for a moment, before they opened again. "I didn't hurt you 'r anything, right?" He asked. He had before. Not on purpose, of course, but he had accidentally grabbed too hard, or pushed too fast or something, and hurt people.

"Wha-no. Uh, no, I'm fine." Sore, definitely, and possibly bruised on her hip, but fine. Miyaki hesitated for a moment before slipping out of the bed, pulling her clothes back on quickly and trying to pretend her cheeks weren't red. "Yeah. Fine. Uh-you're-your back?" She turned to look at him again, still avoiding his eyes as she pulled her shirt back over her head.

He twisted slightly, reaching up to touch where she had scratched, the blanket falling slightly and exposing his torso. "Mmph. Nothing that won't heal." He replied with a shrug, still laying on his side. He left the blanket the way it was, setting his arm down, curled slightly.

"Fuck. I-Kenathius, I'm sorry." She flushed a deeper shade of red, shaking her head as she turned towards the door. Hand on the door handle, she paused, taking a deep breath. "Sorry." And then she was gone, leaving behind the scent of sage and the fainter scent of oil.

"It's fine." He replied, closing his eyes to go back to sleep. He could still smell her scent clinging to the blankets and sheets.

(Time skip?),

(alright. Sure!)

Around noon, Jin was walking through the halls with no particular destination or pattern in mind, simply walking. He had finished up his meeting with Alina for the day, and so was just wandering the halls, with nothing better to do. He was dressed, as usual, in a white shirt and black pants, along with a black jacket.

“Where the fuck is he.” Miyaki muttered to herself as she hurried through the halls, adjusting the neck of the high collared advisors jacket Alina had given her at some point, in an attempt to ease some of the rumors and pressure. It hadn’t worked, but the white and gold jacket came in handy now.

She spotted the High Lord down the hallway and sped up, grumbling to herself as she grabbed his arm and yanked him into an empty room. “Look what you fucking did.” She hissed, pulling the collar down to showcase the hickeys littering her neck, not even giving him time to react to suddenly being in the room.

Jin smirked slightly, eyes going to the hickeys, then back to her eyes. "Who, me? I wouldn't have done those if you hadn't enjoyed them so much." He replied with a teasing glint in his silver eyes. "You were practically begging me." He skimmed a hand lightly up her side, that smirk still printed across his features. "Do you regret that now?" He arched an eyebrow at her.

Miyaki flushed a deep red, shaking her head but not moving away from his touch. As per usual, his hand sent a small shiver down her spine. "It doesn't matter whether I do or don't, or what happened…last night. What matters is, do you know how much of a pain in the ass it is to cover these?" She asked, releasing her neckline and adjusting the fabric, trying to make sure the hickeys didn't show. "Or to explain to your best friends why you're all the sudden wearing a jacket you've never worn before?"

"So? How is it my problem?" He asked, looking at her and raising his eyebrows slightly. He reached up, adjusting her collar for her, fingers tracing down the front for a moment before he dropped his hands back down to his sides. "And i have fingernail marks all the way down my back, but do you see me complaining about them to you?"

"It's your problem because-" Because in this Court, sleeping with me isn't even slightly better than sleeping with a dog would be, it's considered worse. Especially if people find out. "-just…nevermind." She glanced down, watching his hands as he helped her, her shoulders tensing slightly as he traced the front of her jacket. Not in a bad way, necessarily. "At least those are easy to cover." She mumbled, her blush deepening. "I'm sorry about that, though. I didn't-I don't think I've ever…done that before. Not to that extent."

He shook his head. "Alright…and it's fine, Miyaki." He replied softly, shaking his head. "Don't worry, it isn't that bad." He chuckled softly, hands drifting to rest against her hips lightly. "I'll heal within the week, good as new, and ready to go again." He winked, smirking.

She blinked, first at his use of her name, which was still surprising to hear from him, and then again at the words that preceded his wink. Her lips parted in surprise for a moment, closing and then opening like she was trying to say something. "I-uh-what? Again? That's-me?" She had expected it to be a one time thing, more an accident than anything.

Jin shrugged, amused at her surprise, but then again, he knew that most in the courts wouldn't even have touched her. "I mean, if you want to." He replied with a smirk, fingers lightly tracing patterns against her hips. "We don't have to, I guess."

Miyaki opened her mouth, fully intending to tell him that it wasn't a good idea, and that they'd both be better off not doing whatever they wanted to call that. And then she paused. It had been…amazing, admittedly, and she'd felt like someone worth something, at least in some way, for once. Instead of someone more something. "I-…only if you're sure that's something you're okay with." She said, looking away and at the wall to avoid his gaze.

He looked down at her. "Mm. I'm sure it's fine." He replied, smirking slightly. He leaned forward and brushed his lips against her cheek lightly, trailing his mouth down her jaw, then pulling away. "I mean, I don't have a problem with it, and I don't really care what everyone else thinks of me." He wondered briefly if she knew what his mother was, then brushed the thought away.

"O-oh. Okay then." She nodded, hesitantly lifting her hands to rest them on his shoulders. "You might, though. Change your mind and start caring. Just…let me know when you do. That way I can avoid too much backlash if need be." She requested, meeting his eyes once more. Her collar had slipped again, a few splotches of dark purple peeking out.

He shook his head. "I won't. I don't typically change my mind once it's made up." He replied, looking at her with a slight smirk. "So what do you think of your lessons about the Night Court so far? Have they been… exhilarating?" He gave a bigger smirk as he looked down at her, silver eyes bright with suppressed laughter.

She coughed, spluttering slightly as the blush returned full force. "I-uh, something like that." She admitted, half playing along and half just at a loss of how exactly to respond to that. "I'd still like to learn actual things, about the Night Court. Not just…about you."

"Why, was I boring?" He replied with a smirk. He was just teasing her, really. He knew that she knew what he meant, but wanted to tease her a bit. He couldn't say why, but he found it amusing and, well…adorable, the way she behaved when she got a bit flustered by his behavior.

"I didn't say that." She said hastily, shaking her head just a bit too much too quickly. "I just thought I was supposed to be learning about your Court, so you could try and convince me to return with you for whatever reason. Not…other things, things about you that I have no business knowing, really."

(i gtg in about ten minutes, so I might not answer again)

He chuckled. "I would never try to use sex as a motive for you to come to my court." He replied honestly. But of course it was honest. He was a Fae, he couldn't lie in the first place. "But yes, fine, the next lesson won't end in that. Unless of course you want it to, in which case…" He smirked, giving her a small wink.

"I guess we'll just have to see how it goes." She murmured, slightly emboldened by his continued insistence that he wasn't planning on just messing with her. At least not soon. "You really wouldn't use sex as a way to get me there? I'm not saying it would work, obviously, but that isn't on your list of ways?" Of course she knew he couldn't lie. That didn't mean he couldn't be working around the truth somehow.

"Of course it isn't. I'm not that crass." He replied. "Although if it serves as a motivator…I don't really mind." He shrugged, then raised an eyebrow. "Your High Lady won't mind, will she? Or do I risk her wrath if this continues?" He asked, smirking lightly.