sweethymns | Tᕼᙓ ᕼOᒪIᗪᗩY ᑭOᔕT

As simple as it is difficult. Yes, I believe I understand it.

[ His reverence for Ai would have him refuse, out of sheer chivalry, but their current situation affords him no alternative actions. How inconvenient.

So, like a knight, he elects to take the path of thorns: as angry as Ai may get at him, this is the only way he can free her. He isn't thrilled— this is still, after all, a charm he needs to break— but he doesn't feel a crushing sense of guilt or self-disappointment, both things he may have felt before. ]

May I ask you to close your eyes, Master?

Ah... Um...!

[Ai uncovers her face looking more determined than angry. Or at least looking like she's trying very hard.]

B-Before I do, I need to let you know something!

[ He knows that look, but he bows his head anyway to indicate that he's listening. ]

Of course. You're free to scold me for my carelessness, if that's the case.

[She shifts slightly, poking her fingers together as her fervor levels out.]

If the mistletoe wasn't enchanted to put us in a compromising position... You know, I'd still kiss you right?

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[ Ah. That kind of straightforwardness, he didn't expect... but it settles nicely, a warmth that spreads in his noncorporeal body and gives him strength. Conviction.

He nods, because he knows she'd never be dishonest about something like this. ]

Knowing that makes me happier than you'd know.

[ And with that, he leans in, angles his face dangerously close to Ai's— so close that his hair brushes her cheek, that his eyes hover just in front of hers. One hand keeps itself under her chin, the other strays to her hand to press it over his chest. ]

...My heart, for a kiss from you. Will you accept? [ Stupidly earnest, but also lightly teasing. ]

[Aside from the fact that she WILL find a way to punk Lien back, this position is not at all bad right now. Her eyes are warm with the affection that's only for him as he draws near to her with one hand under chin. She's keenly aware of all of these sensations in such a way that felt almost unreal.

She smiles at him brushing some of her hair behind her ear and she leans in close enough so that their foreheads are touching.]

I accept, of course.

You have my heart already. So a kiss follows naturally!

[ "He has her heart". Those are the sort of words he could get lost in, the sort of sincerity that he feels like he hasn't received in ages; which isn't to say that he regrets a single thing about Grainne, no, but there's a certain comfort in the knowledge that he hasn't swayed Ai's heart with a curse mark, that her smile is there because she wants it to be, not because it was the inevitable outcome of a lingering curse.

So he laughs: a quick, warm sound that flits across Ai's lips before he claims them. His fingers stray to her jaw to support her neck while she cranes up, and the resulting contact feels like home. Something to return to. ]

[Ai closes her eyes and returns his kiss gladly yet steadily, allowing it to be a slow burn instead of trying to be too eager. It's dizzily sweet as it is dangerous because she'd be happy to get lost in the warmth from his lips and to get lost in him.

And so, she may draw it out by making the kiss bolder on her end, gently pressing her one hand on his cheek and gravitating towards him even closer if possible.]

[ In turn, Diarmuid maintains the contact for as long as he's able, taking care not to make himself push too much into her lips on their first kiss. His lips part a millimeter or two to take in Ai's breathing, and he counts them in his head, one, two, before he finally pulls back and opens his eyes just a fraction. ]

...Acceptable?

[ A light tease, punctuated by a slow brush of his thumb under Ai's lower lip. ]

[With that brush over her lip and the way his eyes look into hers, Ai thinks it's a wonder that she hasn't been driven mad by this man like others may have been. Then again, with the way they are now, it's incredibly maddening, but altogether wonderful.]

It could be...

[With a cheeky grin, she gets on her tip toes and steals a kiss, quick and light.]

But I'd be lying if I said that's all I need.

...I would be a poor excuse for a knight if I didn't show proper affections for my lord.

[ Despite framing it that way, his smile is soft, utterly personal. Her stolen kiss is cause for another light laugh, and he returns it by taking one of Ai's hands and bringing it to his lips. ]

Anything you need, let me give it.

[She wonders if this counts as Christmas coming early...]

Ah... Well, it's probably a good idea to take down the other mistletoe around the house first.

[A beat. Actually, an even more delayed pause if you will.]

. . .

. . .

I mean... Unless you don't mind getting stuck again and having to kiss more...

[She glances to the side shyly, although not without a hint of blitheness on her end.]

Would that be dangerous...??

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[ Things he didn't expect from Ai: this.

He looks appropriately surprised for a split second, before he looks genuinely amused— eyes flashing in barely-concealed contentment. ]

You'll have to spare me, Master. It would be disastrous for you if I started and found that I couldn't stop.

[ Diarmuid?! ]

[Surprisingly, it's hard to parse what she's thinking the moment he says that though she does look at him attentively before answering...]

... But it could be fun?

[It is and isn't innocent at the same time; harmless, but full of intrigue. Disastrous indeed.]

[ Ah, that's unfair of her. She should know better than to tug at his heartstrings like this.

Work first, love later— that'd been his policy from day one, from the moment he was summoned and given a new purpose. One that wouldn't echo the phantoms of his living life, one that wouldn't end in calamity and sorrow.

Why is it, then, that he feels so fulfilled? ]

You play a dangerous game, Miss Ai.

[ With that said, he dips down again for another kiss, and then another, layering them on top of each other before he finally relents. ]

[Now he's being unfair (even though that's all the time), what with those following kisses that steal her breath away, heavy and sensuous, but feathery light; all of this in an instant and when he pulls away, an instantaneous and pleased moan escapes Ai's lips and she leans against him, trying to steady herself.]

If this is dangerous... [She wraps her arms around him, giving him a warm hug.]

Well, that's just fine then right? I can learn to keep up.

...I've never doubted your bravery for a second, Master.

[ She falls on him and he supports her with his own weight, pulling his arms around her shoulders to steady her in his grip. He smiles against the crown of her head, his chin settled against her hair.

Lavender, he thinks to himself. He'll never get the scent out of his mind. ]

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