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20.Jul.19, 02:50 AM
“That would have been a great tragedy,” Indivara murmured, amused, but no less endeared. Val — even before emotions got tangled up in their arrangement — was a much needed safety blanket for Indivara. He kept the nightmares at bay, if not entirely absent; he also kept her warm, since she tended to run cold (when she wasn’t actively fighting the flu, or one of the many other illnesses she was prone to) and she found their snuggled sleeping habits incredibly relaxing and reassuring. His bed was protection, and safety, and comfort and even kept the monsters like landslides away from her.
When he drew her in for a kiss, Indivara melted into Val, her fingers twining into his hair and her small body warming from the heat that pooled in her belly outwards, at his gentle invitation. Indivara smiled into the kiss, breathing out a soft quip against his lips even as she let him lead them. Indivara loved having sex with Val, almost as much as she loved the man himself. He was sweet, and gentle, and made her feel ridiculously beautiful in a way she’d genuinely never gotten from anyone — or anywhere — else. She used to enjoy the thrill that came with flight mothing, but she hadn’t done that since before Venseth, and even when her wonderful blue decided to chase, if he didn’t win, Indivara had no issues pulling the lusty scraps of herself together and slinking off to the baths.
Indivara only enjoyed flight-lust-inspired sex when Val was also hopped up on dragon emotions, otherwise it just made Indivara feel icky and she always avoided coming home right after losing, and almost always left Val alone to look after himself when Veeth lost (as he was prone to doing), assuming her mate didn’t blow off some steam with a fellow loser. Despite all Indivara’s insecurities, and all her raging jealousies, she herself was bewildered by how little she cared about Val getting an itch scratched post-flight. Non-flight involvement would have been a totally different clutch of firelizards, but for all Indivara’s insecurities about him not loving her as much as she loved him, she didn’t think she’d pissed him off that much.
Drawing back slightly as Val carried her to the bedroom, her legs hooked around his waist, her ankles crossed and her arms looped around his neck — he knew well what would happen if he dropped her — Indivara smiled at Val with a delicate softness that was for him alone. “I love you,” she said gently, kissing him on the tip of his nose.
When he drew her in for a kiss, Indivara melted into Val, her fingers twining into his hair and her small body warming from the heat that pooled in her belly outwards, at his gentle invitation. Indivara smiled into the kiss, breathing out a soft quip against his lips even as she let him lead them. Indivara loved having sex with Val, almost as much as she loved the man himself. He was sweet, and gentle, and made her feel ridiculously beautiful in a way she’d genuinely never gotten from anyone — or anywhere — else. She used to enjoy the thrill that came with flight mothing, but she hadn’t done that since before Venseth, and even when her wonderful blue decided to chase, if he didn’t win, Indivara had no issues pulling the lusty scraps of herself together and slinking off to the baths.
Indivara only enjoyed flight-lust-inspired sex when Val was also hopped up on dragon emotions, otherwise it just made Indivara feel icky and she always avoided coming home right after losing, and almost always left Val alone to look after himself when Veeth lost (as he was prone to doing), assuming her mate didn’t blow off some steam with a fellow loser. Despite all Indivara’s insecurities, and all her raging jealousies, she herself was bewildered by how little she cared about Val getting an itch scratched post-flight. Non-flight involvement would have been a totally different clutch of firelizards, but for all Indivara’s insecurities about him not loving her as much as she loved him, she didn’t think she’d pissed him off that much.
Drawing back slightly as Val carried her to the bedroom, her legs hooked around his waist, her ankles crossed and her arms looped around his neck — he knew well what would happen if he dropped her — Indivara smiled at Val with a delicate softness that was for him alone. “I love you,” she said gently, kissing him on the tip of his nose.
