Thread: Lover and a Fighter [Temara]

RE Lover and a Fighter Well... I understate, he grinned and let her lay a hand over him, enjoying the little urges and pulls in his body that welled up just as the simple gesture. And to the comment about Raien, he chuckled, and for a moment his mind went where it was apt to, but left just as quickly. Sure, he could think of Raien sexually, there was nothing unattractive about their friend. But it wasn't like Tellus where you couldn't help but do so. Besides, Rayner was in no way sex starved or lacking for a gorgeous woman at the moment. That, and he agreed with her. It wasn't really polite to keep someone up with rocking the boat, but while most years he wouldn't have been bothered making some exceptions for himself, Raien's situation was delicate and it would simply have felt mean. Besides, he had no clue how thick the walls were in the Hawk. As far as he was aware, non of his teammates in the previous years had been frequent to floor shaking, wall pounding, screamingly ravenous sex in their rooms, and well- to be perfectly honest Cel and he hit up all of those adjectives at times. Not infrequently all at once. She seemed very happy, for being all lost in her head, and he could only suspect she was having some nice, romantic thoughts. Rayner let his finger slide into hers, and squeezed gently, looking down at her before seeing where she was looking. It was nice, but her words left him on the fence for what to make of them. Maybe, Rayner gently moved her off of him, and turned her about, crossing their linked arms to wrap across her stomach as he put the other hand on her hip and pressed gently up behind her, letting Cel very directly face the sunset- look over the water and city in the distance it lit up, the orange colors consuming the Ark. But I'd give you the world if I could. His head lowered, and put his lips to her neck, taking a slow and gentle kiss where it curved up. Anything you desired. Had he the power, at the moment, he very well felt he might have taken it. He was no conqueror, and he'd doubted she'd ever much fancied herself to be a queen or the like. But sometimes there was this raw, burning sense of power and a need to use it she gave him. The rest of the world he simply felt he survived, but while she could sometimes make him calmer or feel so vulnerable, sometimes it was the exact opposite. He was more certain than ever, at times, that he could do it. If nothing else, he'd never let them take what she needed from her. But despite her concerns, he felt more certain by the day that he wouldn't need to stop them. She might have thought herself dangerously on the edge, but her control astounded him. He knew she was never one to do, or feel, things half-way if it could be helped. Even so, she kept her poise. That kind of power- or the uncertainty and bursts of instinctual urges he felt from what he'd called his Chaos- could change people, but she didn't let it. For now. I'll let nothing stop me until I can give you all of that- And a nod to it all. Heaven or Hell. She'd always loved it, and if he could help it she'd love living it as well. Hell, maybe he'd learn to have more than a bitter, guilty pleasure in it. For once he felt certain not just that he SHOULD win, but that he could. Together they'd take it by the horns. Not only to prove her worth so she wouldn't have to experience the stress a conflict between him and the captors she seemed to have taken a small fondness to would create. But for her passion for it all. To be a Queen for a day, in a way. For a moment, he really struggled for a better way. But while he'd taken cues from his plan there really was no way to make it go better than this. He hadn't known what to expect up here. Dinner was ordered. He'd looked into a few special bonuses and things to set up, but the best he could manage had been to come up to the room nicely dressed- sure, he hadn't busted out the tux entirely, but he'd gone for the basic shirt-slacks-vest part of it at least, to look nice for their day. If only he'd had the time, he'd have scouted out the room and done better- thought of some way to do better with this- but he'd been impatient. And he simply didn't see any way to do better than he'd done just now. ...for now, I can give you this, he removed the hand from her hip to pull a tiny box from a pocket, holding it up in front of her and looking for a hand to place it on top of. Sometimes it was now or never.