[ He grins and brings his chin down to rest on her head as she leans into his neck. He holds her with his arms wrapped around her, just under her chest. Sure, he may be a Servant, but she's an idol. He'd say that warrants a little territory claiming, doesn't it? ]
Maybe, maybe... that or I do it because you like it.
[ Which... isn't not true, but let's face it, it's mostly because he likes seeing her like that. ]
But who's to say? Certainly not me. I'm just a needy fan, after all.
[ His hands start to roam and caress her body as it usually does... gentle and tender, contrasting starkly with before. He squeezes her lightly here and there, but never more than enough to cause a brief jolt of sensation. He ends up spending quite a lot of focus on her thighs... turning dark and useless from the brutal punishment they've received. ]
[ None of it hurts - which is a miracle, all things considered. It's like the pleasantly overwhelming discomfort of working out stiff joints, one of those achy deep tissue massages lifestyle gurus are always gushing about. Not that Ai's ever had anyone massage her there. ]
You'll definitely have to fix me up properly tomorrow... [ Grumble grumble. ] Unless you want to be stuck waiting on me hand and foot until I can actually stand up.
[ Not that Ai particularly minds the idea. She just has a feeling he'd find a way to pick on her about that, too. ]
A proper Servant [ husband ] should take responsibility for being this mean to his Master.
Should I? I was considering leaving you like this for a little while...
[ Which means that yes, he knows he has to properly fix Ai up eventually. Preferably soon. Which he will... but wanting to keep her all broken like this for a little while?
Chances are that's uh, not a lie. ]
Besides, I still think I shouldn't be taking any responsibility for simply following orders.
[ He pauses at that. Oh if only he could just give her a straight answer. Both for the sake of giving her some peace and also just, embarrassing her. ]
Well... it was you, wasn't it? Do you think you were ordering me to... or were you begging me to?
... I don't think giving you an answer to that is really a safe call.
[ The last thing he needs is more ammunition for bullying her. ]
... But it's not like I was asking you to stop either way. Even if it would've been the smart thing to do. It's a good thing you can fix me up after you go crazy like that, you know. Otherwise I might decide you really are in trouble.
[ He grins, taking in her "praise" of his ability to fix her up... so long as she doesn't call it "Merlin Magecraft", at least. He could probably teach her something if he wasn't extremely abhorrent to the idea of being a teacher again.
Besides, her refusal to answer is telling that she knows what the answer is. ]
[ Yet another one of those slightly pathetic squeaks comes up out of her mouth. She was used to it before but catching her by surprise like that isn't fair...! ]
Ah - don't make it worse, you bully...
[ Her voice comes out more plaintive and warm than it does scolding, though. He's doing it gently enough that none of her tender skin is being too irritated by his touch and sore as her muscles are, it doesn't hurt. ]
I really am gonna end up with your fingerprints everywhere...
[ Catching her off-guard gets those cute little squeaks out of her, though... ]
Mn... I think I will, actually.
[ So he says, but his touch remains as gentle and tender as ever. His hands hold her lovingly, he leans down to press his lips to her neck and pepper her with small kisses.
Honestly, if anything, it's more ticklish than damaging. ]
[ A warm breath sighs out of her. Despite her fussing, the instant his lips meet her neck, she melts even more thoroughly than she already had. Catching her by surprise is unfair, but so is this contrast - breaking her apart, leaving her bruised and bitten and scratched and then putting her back together with such tenderness it makes her heart ache.
She thinks - not for the first time and certainly far from the last - just how unbelievable it would be back when she'd first summoned him to even imagine him being capable of touching her so gently and lovingly, let alone that he might ever choose to do it. Back then, she'd been so frightened of him that even his proximity had felt like a threat.
Now it feels like coming home. ]
Mm. Then... Just this once, I'll let you. ... It does feel good.
[ All this talk of putting her in an even worse state, yet he doesn't do anything of the sort. He pieces her back together, carefully and painstakingly, he takes the small shards left after what he did and starts to return them to something at least vaguely Ai Hoshino-shaped.
Her neck was one of the few things constantly available to him, and as such, it's covered in bites and hickeys... which he pays special attention to as he continues to pepper her with kisses. As if soothing her for the wounds that he himself inflicted. ]
[ A sigh escapes her, long and languid and pleased. Her head feels like it's filling up with steam - from the water, from being treated so gently. Each bite stings under the press of his lips but it stings so sweetly that she can't help curling into his touch even more whenever he moves on to a new one. ]
Mm... I'd say this time, it's more of an order.
[ Not that her voice sounds particularly commanding with it being so soft and lazy, soothed by his touch. ]
You have to look after me like this all night. You have to be gentle for once.
[ An order from his Master, who is truly at her most commanding right now, when she's curling into his touch. Not that it makes him any less inclined to keep going. ]
I'll be indulging myself, then...
[ Honestly, the way he's touching her could be considered foreplay from a normal point of view... but considering how they usually get, it really is just affection when his hands find and squeeze her chest again. ]
[ She lets out another of those warm hums. After however many hours it'd taken for them to exhaust each other tonight, her whole body feels like it has the tenderness of fever sensitive skin. It's a wonder she even stand to be touched right now, but his hands really do feel good. Maybe if she weren't so exhausted, it'd be enough to wind her up a little but right now, it just feels good to relax into his touch and give herself over to him. ]
Like you didn't already get to do enough of that today?
[ "Today", she says, as if they haven't been indulging together countless times over the last few months. ]
[ ...Well, at least that means he's not completely insatiable, right? Though the fact he's not trying anything with her aside from, well, this might be proof enough. ]
To think we ended up like this...
[ He thinks back to one of their earlier interactions... one where he suggested that this is all just a dream. The possibility that it would all fade away as though it never even warranted being remembered in the first place.
He had relished in seeing the way she reacted, and yet here he is... pot meet kettle, he supposes. ]
[ A laugh tumbles out of her. She can't help it. ]
Aah, so you think so too? ... to be honest, I end up thinking it every time we do something like this. I was so scared of you back then. I think I would've been scared by any Servant but... you did a really good job of acting like the villain and I believed it. I couldn't imagine you ever being anything else.
[ Under the water, her fingers find his clawed hand and she links them together. ]
But then you saved me. And it was like everything changed in a second.
[ Said as if he was just praised for his role as an actor. He does wonder, though... what would their relationship have been like if he had simply been the Faerie King from the get-go? Not that it could've happened, when he was summoned he was summoned as himself, the jig was up right from the start. He even thought it was unfair.
Of course, he sees why he was summoned that way, now. Still, would she have managed to see through him regardless? Ritsuka did, and she was just his friend. According to her, at least.
...His clawed fingers intertwine with hers, tough shell against soft skin. His eyes drift down to her leg, the one that he'd healed that fateful night...
It really did start there, didn't it? ]
That quickly? I'd think it took a little longer than that.
Nope. Sorry to embarrass you [ she's not even a little bit sorry ] but it was definitely then.
[ That was the first time he'd ever done anything but frighten her - and it'd terrified her more than anything else he'd ever done. Saving her was one thing, that was his duty as her Servant but everything that had followed...
How could she not have been afraid of that? She'd been so afraid of everything and everyone when she first arrived here but especially of the idea of anyone treating her gently. The idea that her terrifying Servant would even want to, that he might want to hold her and touch her and all the rest of it was the most frightening of all. ]
Well... I guess that was just what put the idea into my head. I don't think things got really bad until I kissed you the first time.
[ Not a lot of first kisses between two people that involve biting like that. Biting that ended up leading to a meddlesome Archer finding out, which ultimately lead to this. Biting that is… how they frequently end up kissing.
Part of him is annoyed that even now, authors are influencing him, but at least Nagiko is just “annoying” compared to say, Shakespeare’s “insufferable”. Maybe that’s on account of her being a retired author…? ]
I have to say, though… I was surprised to find out how weak you are to pain of all things.
[ Especially with how scared she was of him at first. Back then, she feared he’d hurt her… and now look at her. Having him ram into her like that for so long must have hurt plenty, if only because of his hips slamming into her bruised thighs, and yet she never tried to tap out. ]
[ . . . if she gets annoyed with him, that's only going to give him more ammo, huh. So instead, Ai carefully rearranges her expression into something blithe and innocently clueless. ]
Hm? Is that what you think it is?
[ Her eyes are bright and almost painfully earnest as she leans forward just enough to look him right in the face. ]
I thought it kind of went without saying that what I'm weak to is you.
[ Counterattack! If she's going down, she's taking him with her...!! ]
[ The worst part is that she's not wrong. Or lying, for that matter, since it's only because it's him that she likes it. How dare she counterattack him like this. ]
Oh, shut up, you.
[ He says, uses his hands to pull her back to himself and put them on her chest... at which point he pinches her right where she'd feel it most there. So this is what happens when he's got nothing to fire back in response. ]
[ Oh, come on. That's so far beyond unfair it's outright cruel. It's not even that she's particularly oversensitive there usually but tonight, when she's so tender and her skin's so overly receptive to any kind of contact, it lances right through her. She squirms and her bruised thighs pinch together a little. ]
H-hey...! What happened to being gentle with me? You can't start picking on me like that when you haven't even finished cleaning up your mess...!
[ Not that he would... She doesn't think, anyway. Even Oberon has his limits. Surely he must. Right?! ]
Hm? Whatever could you mean? I didn't do anything.
[ He says, giving her one more pinch before finally relenting. He certainly does have his limits... but he is also a Servant, so probably best to avoid riling him up again. Since limits aside, his self-control could use some work. ]
This is exactly what I meant about not taking responsibility, you know.
[ Never mind that 'I didn't do anything' coming from Oberon is practically a confession in of itself. ... and never mind that she's tilting her face up to press a kiss to his cheek before she settles back against him. She's definitely furious, sure, totally, for real. ]
... we are gonna have a problem when we go back to bed, though. Even if we can just sleep on the mattress, the sheets'll be... you know. Gross.
[ They were going at it for so long that it's sure to be... not exactly clean. ]
[ Sweat and... various other fluids, all soaked into the sheets. Maybe even the mattress as well. Hopefully they don't need to get a new mattress on top of a new bedframe. ]
Ah, well... there's always the couch.
[ Translation: he has no clue what to do about that. ]
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Maybe, maybe... that or I do it because you like it.
[ Which... isn't not true, but let's face it, it's mostly because he likes seeing her like that. ]
But who's to say? Certainly not me. I'm just a needy fan, after all.
[ His hands start to roam and caress her body as it usually does... gentle and tender, contrasting starkly with before. He squeezes her lightly here and there, but never more than enough to cause a brief jolt of sensation. He ends up spending quite a lot of focus on her thighs... turning dark and useless from the brutal punishment they've received. ]
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[ None of it hurts - which is a miracle, all things considered. It's like the pleasantly overwhelming discomfort of working out stiff joints, one of those achy deep tissue massages lifestyle gurus are always gushing about. Not that Ai's ever had anyone massage her there. ]
You'll definitely have to fix me up properly tomorrow... [ Grumble grumble. ] Unless you want to be stuck waiting on me hand and foot until I can actually stand up.
[ Not that Ai particularly minds the idea. She just has a feeling he'd find a way to pick on her about that, too. ]
A proper Servant [ husband ] should take responsibility for being this mean to his Master.
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[ Which means that yes, he knows he has to properly fix Ai up eventually. Preferably soon. Which he will... but wanting to keep her all broken like this for a little while?
Chances are that's uh, not a lie. ]
Besides, I still think I shouldn't be taking any responsibility for simply following orders.
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[ not that that has anything to do with whether he takes responsibility or not.......
Even as she says that, though, she shifts a little where she's sat. When her voice comes out, it's smaller and a little more embarrassed. ]
Do I really sound like I'm... ordering you to...?
[ Who even knows what Oberon reads into her words like that. She sure doesn't. ]
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Well... it was you, wasn't it? Do you think you were ordering me to... or were you begging me to?
[ ...He always finds a way, it seems. ]
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[ The last thing he needs is more ammunition for bullying her. ]
... But it's not like I was asking you to stop either way. Even if it would've been the smart thing to do. It's a good thing you can fix me up after you go crazy like that, you know. Otherwise I might decide you really are in trouble.
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[ He grins, taking in her "praise" of his ability to fix her up... so long as she doesn't call it "Merlin Magecraft", at least.
He could probably teach her something if he wasn't extremely abhorrent to the idea of being a teacher again.Besides, her refusal to answer is telling that she knows what the answer is. ]
Not like I was complaining either way...
[ He says, squeezing her thighs a little. ]
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Ah - don't make it worse, you bully...
[ Her voice comes out more plaintive and warm than it does scolding, though. He's doing it gently enough that none of her tender skin is being too irritated by his touch and sore as her muscles are, it doesn't hurt. ]
I really am gonna end up with your fingerprints everywhere...
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Mn... I think I will, actually.
[ So he says, but his touch remains as gentle and tender as ever. His hands hold her lovingly, he leans down to press his lips to her neck and pepper her with small kisses.
Honestly, if anything, it's more ticklish than damaging. ]
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She thinks - not for the first time and certainly far from the last - just how unbelievable it would be back when she'd first summoned him to even imagine him being capable of touching her so gently and lovingly, let alone that he might ever choose to do it. Back then, she'd been so frightened of him that even his proximity had felt like a threat.
Now it feels like coming home. ]
Mm. Then... Just this once, I'll let you. ... It does feel good.
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[ All this talk of putting her in an even worse state, yet he doesn't do anything of the sort. He pieces her back together, carefully and painstakingly, he takes the small shards left after what he did and starts to return them to something at least vaguely Ai Hoshino-shaped.
Her neck was one of the few things constantly available to him, and as such, it's covered in bites and hickeys... which he pays special attention to as he continues to pepper her with kisses. As if soothing her for the wounds that he himself inflicted. ]
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Mm... I'd say this time, it's more of an order.
[ Not that her voice sounds particularly commanding with it being so soft and lazy, soothed by his touch. ]
You have to look after me like this all night. You have to be gentle for once.
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[ An order from his Master, who is truly at her most commanding right now, when she's curling into his touch. Not that it makes him any less inclined to keep going. ]
I'll be indulging myself, then...
[ Honestly, the way he's touching her could be considered foreplay from a normal point of view... but considering how they usually get, it really is just affection when his hands find and squeeze her chest again. ]
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[ She lets out another of those warm hums. After however many hours it'd taken for them to exhaust each other tonight, her whole body feels like it has the tenderness of fever sensitive skin. It's a wonder she even stand to be touched right now, but his hands really do feel good. Maybe if she weren't so exhausted, it'd be enough to wind her up a little but right now, it just feels good to relax into his touch and give herself over to him. ]
Like you didn't already get to do enough of that today?
[ "Today", she says, as if they haven't been indulging together countless times over the last few months. ]
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[ ...Well, at least that means he's not completely insatiable, right? Though the fact he's not trying anything with her aside from, well, this might be proof enough. ]
To think we ended up like this...
[ He thinks back to one of their earlier interactions... one where he suggested that this is all just a dream. The possibility that it would all fade away as though it never even warranted being remembered in the first place.
He had relished in seeing the way she reacted, and yet here he is... pot meet kettle, he supposes. ]
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Aah, so you think so too? ... to be honest, I end up thinking it every time we do something like this. I was so scared of you back then. I think I would've been scared by any Servant but... you did a really good job of acting like the villain and I believed it. I couldn't imagine you ever being anything else.
[ Under the water, her fingers find his clawed hand and she links them together. ]
But then you saved me. And it was like everything changed in a second.
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[ Said as if he was just praised for his role as an actor. He does wonder, though... what would their relationship have been like if he had simply been the Faerie King from the get-go? Not that it could've happened, when he was summoned he was summoned as himself, the jig was up right from the start. He even thought it was unfair.
Of course, he sees why he was summoned that way, now. Still, would she have managed to see through him regardless? Ritsuka did, and she was just his friend. According to her, at least.
...His clawed fingers intertwine with hers, tough shell against soft skin. His eyes drift down to her leg, the one that he'd healed that fateful night...
It really did start there, didn't it? ]
That quickly? I'd think it took a little longer than that.
[ No. No it didn't. ]
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[ That was the first time he'd ever done anything but frighten her - and it'd terrified her more than anything else he'd ever done. Saving her was one thing, that was his duty as her Servant but everything that had followed...
How could she not have been afraid of that? She'd been so afraid of everything and everyone when she first arrived here but especially of the idea of anyone treating her gently. The idea that her terrifying Servant would even want to, that he might want to hold her and touch her and all the rest of it was the most frightening of all. ]
Well... I guess that was just what put the idea into my head. I don't think things got really bad until I kissed you the first time.
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[ Not a lot of first kisses between two people that involve biting like that. Biting that ended up leading to a meddlesome Archer finding out, which ultimately lead to this. Biting that is… how they frequently end up kissing.
Part of him is annoyed that even now, authors are influencing him, but at least Nagiko is just “annoying” compared to say, Shakespeare’s “insufferable”. Maybe that’s on account of her being a retired author…? ]
I have to say, though… I was surprised to find out how weak you are to pain of all things.
[ Especially with how scared she was of him at first. Back then, she feared he’d hurt her… and now look at her. Having him ram into her like that for so long must have hurt plenty, if only because of his hips slamming into her bruised thighs, and yet she never tried to tap out. ]
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Hm? Is that what you think it is?
[ Her eyes are bright and almost painfully earnest as she leans forward just enough to look him right in the face. ]
I thought it kind of went without saying that what I'm weak to is you.
[ Counterattack! If she's going down, she's taking him with her...!! ]
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Oh, shut up, you.
[ He says, uses his hands to pull her back to himself and put them on her chest... at which point he pinches her right where she'd feel it most there. So this is what happens when he's got nothing to fire back in response. ]
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[ Oh, come on. That's so far beyond unfair it's outright cruel. It's not even that she's particularly oversensitive there usually but tonight, when she's so tender and her skin's so overly receptive to any kind of contact, it lances right through her. She squirms and her bruised thighs pinch together a little. ]
H-hey...! What happened to being gentle with me? You can't start picking on me like that when you haven't even finished cleaning up your mess...!
[ Not that he would... She doesn't think, anyway. Even Oberon has his limits. Surely he must. Right?! ]
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[ He says, giving her one more pinch before finally relenting. He certainly does have his limits... but he is also a Servant, so probably best to avoid riling him up again. Since limits aside, his self-control could use some work. ]
This is alllll you.
[ God he's the worst. ]
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[ Never mind that 'I didn't do anything' coming from Oberon is practically a confession in of itself. ... and never mind that she's tilting her face up to press a kiss to his cheek before she settles back against him. She's definitely furious, sure, totally, for real. ]
... we are gonna have a problem when we go back to bed, though. Even if we can just sleep on the mattress, the sheets'll be... you know. Gross.
[ They were going at it for so long that it's sure to be... not exactly clean. ]
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Ah, well... there's always the couch.
[ Translation: he has no clue what to do about that. ]
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