Closed [Rookery Park] Holding On and Letting Go (Rinya)

[Jorin Ertihan]

x

It was strange, walking back with his new bride. Besides the mark on their necks signifying what they'd just done, there was really nothing different. But it still felt different. Rinya did not say it, but somehow Jorin could feel the change in her too. They'd both chosen this. Like the bond, marriage could only be made by two willing participants. Even in Mizahar, where the Valtarrian had scourged the land and re-population was a priority, arranged marriages were rarer than one might think.

It might seem like such a minor thing. The fact that they had both voluntarily done this thing was, on the surface, not that big a deal. They had both, after all, bonded voluntarily too. But that had been instant; a moment of instant connection based on their mutual pain and darker emotions. And by the time they'd accepted their bond, it was too late to change it. They could have severed it, of course, but they both knew they wouldn't have.

Still, in the strictest sense of the word, it had not been a choice, at least not really. And that was what made this so different. Rinya had chosen him to be her husband. This was not something she was forced into, nor was it something he could force her into. She went into it with full knowledge of what the promise meant, and she did it anyway because she wanted to. And he wanted it as well, just as badly.

Their walk home was slower, more deliberate. Despite the desire and love surging across the bond, they often paused every few moments to kiss, the sweet taste of her lips feeling like a permanent mark similar the one on their necks. Jorin knew that there would be many out there who would sneer at their romance. Say they were far too young. Just a pair of foolish children playing at love.

But the bond did not lie, and neither did Rinya's lips. Every time they kissed, he could feel a fresh surge of her emotions, how happy and in love she was. And he returned those feelings vigorously, until it seemed like there wasn't a difference between his own emotions and hers anymore. Like they were so in tune with one another that they almost shared the same thoughts. It was a strange feeling, but not unpleasant in the least. The only time he ever felt anything like this was when they coupled.

As soon as they entered the threshold of their condo, now even more their home than before, she had immediately released his hand to grab him for a kiss, murmuring the word "husband" against his lips. It was an exciting new feeling, being married to her. And he could feel it in her kiss; it felt freer, somehow. Like Rinya had released all of her control and just let her heart take her wherever she wanted to be.

"Rinya, my love. My wife..." he murmured back, as she quickly removed her ruffled red blouse. The small moan she released as she slipped her tongue in with the second kiss was met with one of his own as he felt her fingers trace across his abdomen and stomach, looking to pull his shirt off as well. Jorin smiled against her lips, his left foot reaching out behind him to kick the door of their condo closed, not even looking back at it.

Having made his one nod to propriety that day, Jorin broke contact with Rinya for just a moment, so that he could help her remove his shirt. There was a strange sort of energy humming around them. Like as though this was merely a continuation of what they'd done at Rookery Park earlier. And though they had mated so very many times before it never quite felt like this, and Jorin couldn't explain why. But it didn't matter, he was quite sure he liked it.

As far as he was concerned, their bedroom and their bed was too far away for him to be separate from his wife. He'd never been a big fan of distance between them so as soon as his shirt joined Rinya's blouse on the floor he returned to her, hungrily kissing her like it would be the last time. He closed his eyes, letting the feelings wash over him as his hands wandered across her back, before going lower to hook against her skirt.

All the while, Jorin was leading them to the bedroom, though he wasn't certain they'd actually make it to their bed. He felt the urge to touch his wife, to make love to her, to give and receive the pleasure he knew they were capable of producing in one another. It had never been just a physical act for them. And Jorin certainly wished to convey his love for her this day.

As he maneuvered them - creaking one eye open to make sure they were still on track - he reached down and removed his own pants. His undergarments followed quickly after. As he reached back up to trace a finger across Rinya's skin, Jorin softly but firmly pressed the hand against her breast, just over her heart. It was something she liked to do, and he had to admit it had an effect on him as well.

But unlike his wife, for whom the act seemed to be a calming influence, for him it served to excite. He couldn't help the fresh surge of desire flooding him as he felt her heart beating as wildly as his own. The heat flaring across his skin had become almost unbearable, and Jorin just could not wait for them to reach their bed. They were only a few feet away now but even that felt like miles. He wanted his wife now.

By this point, Jorin had long since stopped questioning why this time felt so different. It didn't matter. Perhaps it was because it was the first time they'd mated when feeling such joy. That wasn't to say their previous times were done during times of depression, but he couldn't remember ever doing so when they had both been so incredibly happy. It was like the joy was a tangible thing, and it wrapped around them like a warm blanket, making everything they did to and for one another that much more meaningful.

Jorin reached down and snagged Rinya by the waist, his other hand going to her back as he pressed her against him. Once again he leaned in, resting his chin lightly on her shoulder, breathing in the lovely scent he only associated with Rinya. Was it unfair that he did this? Oh absolutely. But he knew how much she liked it when he whispered in her ear, how the desire would surge through her.

"My beloved wife... I finally get to call you that," Jorin murmured, squeezing her against himself a bit as he said it. "I love you. I want you..."

No, they weren't going to make it to the bed.

Jorin decided that he'd begin by tracing small kisses down the side of her neck, paying particular attention to the part that held the small mark that Cheva had placed. Their mark. Unique in all the world. Only two people would ever bear these specific Cheva's marks, and both were in this room. Jorin's tongue snaked out, tasting Rinya's soft skin. Then he worked his way down, past her shoulder blades to her chest.

As his mouth paid attention to Rinya's left breast, he groaned against her skin. His hands began wandering again. He had no idea if this was giving her pleasure, so he searched the bond as his right hand went up to her other breast. His left hand wrapped around her side, finding purchase on her back. As always, he just absolutely loved the feel of her skin beneath his fingertips, and the more he got of it, the more he wanted.

Rinya's own hands were laying fire across his skin; her desire burned bright right alongside his own. It was like twin pillars of fire that roared in both their hearts. There was a word RInya had used before: insatiable. And that perfectly described the emotions that were surging across the bond like electric shocks.

But far from feeling bad about it, Jorin rather felt proud. He'd never be stated. He'd always desire his wife, because he'd always love her. And that was what separated what they did from just a purely physical act. It had always been, and always would be, a way for them to demonstrate their love for one another. And Jorin was feeling such love for his wife, he couldn't wait to show her. But one step at a time; there was no rush. Like their first time mating, this was a moment for them both to savor.

x

[Rinya]

Jorin calling her his wife wasn’t as strange as she thought it might be. Originally Rinya thought the new word would cause her mind to revolt slightly. To her, Jorin was her mate. It was as much of a husband without the physical mark as they could get. But oddly enough—perhaps because she spent days thinking on it—the two words actually melded side by side for her. There would be times she knew that she would call Jorin her mate. And there were times when she would call him her husband. The exact same meaning for her despite the complete differences of the word itself.

Rinya herself hadn’t doubted that Jorin would return her—increasing affection when they returned home. She felt his desire and happiness just as well as he did. However Rinya might have guessed he would have pulled away just long enough to let their minds catch up to the actual fact they were now married. Instead he reacted just the same as she did—perhaps a little more patiently than she did. Though he was just as fierce. Tossing his shirt to the side much like she did and kissing her as if everything depended on that one moment as his fingers found the edge of her skirt and pushed it to the floor.

She wasn’t entirely aware however of him steering her towards the bedroom. Her mind was currently trying to play catch up. One moment she was the one in control, practically attacking him with need and want—and now he was the one who stepped up. Removing the rest of their clothing and pressing as much skin to each other as possible. Despite the fact Rinya had been quite cool out in the fall air, being so close to his body so full of warmth made it hard to remember at all. It didn’t help that his hand came up to rest across her breast, causing her to hum slightly.

It never seemed to change. Every time he traced his fingers across her skin fire and electricity seemed to follow. Rinya knew that sometimes those feelings faded, that many couples just lost the spark… but she had no idea how. If nothing else it seemed to get stronger. Building up a tolerance to his touch was starting to look more and more impossible. Especially when she could feel the desire race through him and across the bond. She vaguely wondered if perhaps the bond was the reason it stayed so intense between them—though in the long run she didn’t really care where it came from so long as it stayed. But her heart told her that the bond had nothing to do with it.

Being pressed so close to Jorin just made her burn everywhere, and sparked the ache she was growing quite accustom to. Jorin knew her little secrets by now though. Leaning in to whisper in her ear, using her newest ‘defination’ to cause her to shudder against him. There was no way to stop the moan slightly caught in her throat as he murmured he loved her and wanted her. Rinya’s hands that had been idly wandering across the skin of his back and arms clenched tightly and without much effort he once again robbed her of breath without much work.

It actually took her several ticks before she realized his mouth was wandering over her skin—especially the new mark. Rinya simply tilted her head to the side, panting and trying to scramble onto some kind of coherent thought. But that even became pointless as his mouth settled across her breast and Rinya felt her back arch of its own violation. The jolts of pleasure it caused made her moan and her right hand came up from his shoulders to grasp the back of his neck. His groan—even without the bond’s help—told her everything. The only problem was she couldn’t gather herself up enough to do anything but react to him.

But Jorin did feel slightly different than she did. She knew he’d want to take this slow. Her mind was nearly in a rush. To touch him and feel him everywhere at once. Her impatience was almost painful actually, but he was right. There would be no need to rush through this; neither of them was going anywhere. Even if she had somewhere to be it wouldn’t have mattered to her. Part of her told her to just relax—because her legs were going to give out at this rate—and just enjoy his attentions. Another part of her told her it wasn’t fair to just let him do all the work, though she knew he didn’t mind at the moment.

It was actually difficult to decide. Her impatience was going to be clearly obvious to him, but she most certainly didn’t want to just get this particular act over with either. ”Jorin…” Like usual his name came out a needy moan, but it was crossed with a sigh. A content one as she decided to just let him touch her at his own spend. But it didn’t mean she was going to just let him get away with teasing her. Leaning forward, Rinya kissed—and gave the occasional nip—to whatever skin she could reach. Though she was sure if he let go, she’d end up on the floor. His arm was the only thing keeping her up at the moment. ”I want you too.” Rinya whispered into the skin of his neck.

It didn’t need saying, but the words had such an effect on her—she wondered if it would have the same effect on him.

[Jorin Ertihan]

x

As usual, Rinya's own pleasure mixed mixed with his own desire proved absolutely intoxicating. Like good wine, Jorin wanted to savor it, enjoy it. But he could also feel Rinya's impatience, her need. Though he could not feel the ache across the bond, he knew that the heat was overtaking his wife's body just as much as it was overtaking his own. As he continued to run his tongue across her skin, Rinya's soft voice caught his attention when she moaned his name.

He looked up briefly, resting his cheek against her breast. She leaned forward and he straightened slightly, so she ended up kissing and nipping against his neck, a place where she knew he was weak. Jorin could feel a surge pass through him every time she did so, and he couldn't help gasping and holding her even tighter to himself, his right hand involuntarily squeezing her breast as he automatically reacted to her touch.

Rinya's whispered statement of wanting him too triggered something inside. Of course he knew she did; every time they mated she clearly indicated she did. But for some reason, hearing her say it made a difference. Jorin had said it the first time they ever made love. That he literally could not enjoy the act unless she was enjoying it too. To hear her say she wanted him... Jorin attacked her lips again with renewed vigor.

Reaching around her, Jorin grasped Rinya by the buttocks, lifting her slightly and signalling he wanted to carry her. The last time he had done this was outside the Amphitheater, and Rinya had instinctively reacted by wrapping her legs around his waist. Jorin was hoping Rinya would react the same way this time as he quickly worked his way to their bedroom, moving quickly across their small condo and past the (fortunately) open door.

The last time, he had laid her across the grass. This time he laid his beautiful new wife across the soft sheets instead. The act of doing so separated their kiss, so he climbed up onto the bed to join her and was on her again in a flash. He could feel his own impatience building; it couldn't have taken more than a few ticks to lay her there but it had felt like bells.

Without her having to stand up, Jorin now had easier access to her weak points, and he grinned slightly as he started once again with her breasts. As he worked his tongue down her body, he could feel her own hands begin to wander him, and Jorin quietly took her right hand with his own and placed it low on his stomach. He kissed her breast, before allowing his own hand to rest across her stomach, reveling in the sensation of the delicate skin there.

Jorin figured Rinya knew what he was getting at with this act. She'd done it when they'd mated outside the Amphitheater, and he couldn't deny he enjoyed her touch immensely. He knew she derived as much pleasure from pleasing him as he did her, and he would be lying if he didn't say that this particular act was especially pleasurable for him.

In the meantime, Jorin traced small circles around Rinya's bellybutton. He loved teasing her weak points, just like he knew she loved to tease his. And memorizing each other's bodies had become something of a favorite pastime for them. Every time they made love they learned something new about one another. Jorin had, of course, heard about how some couples petered out after a while. He couldn't imagine that with Rinya.

Every time he mated with her it became more and more intense. It could be the bond, he supposed, that made it that way, but something inside him told him all it did was enhance what he already felt for her. It certainly made their mating that much more intense, it was true, but it did not inform the emotions they already felt for one another.

As one of his hands traced across her stomach, the other continued to softly caress Rinya's breast, her arching back pressing it into his palm and he smiled at her. For some reason, the emotions were especially strong that day; his mind was not just hazed with desire but love too. As he looked at her, eyes half-lidded and mouth slightly ajar with her pleasure, he couldn't help but feel such a surge of love it was almost painful, but in the best possible way.

He wanted to say "I love you", over and over as his tongue left a slick trail from her neck to her breast. But his feelings for his wife had robbed him of breath, and about the only coherent words that came out were "love" and Rinya's name, interspersed with needy groans. Despite his wish to take things slow, Jorin truly wondered how long he could hold out. His whole body felt like it was on fire, and he desperately craved Rinya's touch.

If Jorin had been able to think past the fog their mating had put him under, he would have perhaps found it a little strange. The impatience and neediness on both their parts was truly unnecessary; they weren't going anywhere and had plenty of time to enjoy each other. And he'd have noticed that every single time they coupled had been different in some subtle way. In this case, the difference was the mixture of emotions that was buzzing across their bond.

Before, it had been mostly hot desire, tinged with warm love. This time was equal parts desire, love, and happiness. It produced a different effect in him. Every gasp and moan from Rinya not only raised his desire for her, it made him happy. Not that it didn't do so before, but he felt it so much more intensely this time. As Jorin moved back up from Rinya's breast to press yet another hot kiss against her lips - groaning with desire as their tongues met - he knew that each time coupling with his wife would be a different, uniquely pleasurable experience. And as he felt the familiar heat spread across his body from their contact, he couldn't help but feel that was exactly how it should be.

x

[Rinya]

Rinya rather enjoyed his gasps each time she nipped at his neck. At times his hold was close—but not quite—painful as he grasped her tighter, but even if it had been painful Rinya was sure she would continue to do it. There were so many weak points across her own body that sometimes she felt he barely had any compared to her. But every time he gasped he squeezed her breast and she let out a gasp of her own. It seemed to become a push and pull kind of game for several chimes until Rinya murmured that she wanted him.

The words had the given effect she wanted, but in the back of her mind she realized something. It wasn’t something they generally said to each other, and thinking back… she had never said it before. She had always felt it of course, but Jorin had been the only one to say it. But she enjoyed the instant effect it had on her husband. He kissed her like his life depended on it as his hands trailed low and attempted to lift her up. With what little strength she could force into her legs she gave a small hop to wrap her legs around him, enjoying the closeness it brought between them.

Instead of her usual impatience as he laid her down, Rinya couldn’t help but giggle and smile up at him. Her desire hadn’t pushed her happiness out of the way at all, and she wrapped her arms around him as he joined her. And it figured—the moment she decided to take her time, was the moment his own impatience started to surface. Jorin’s own grin gave away that he was looking to cause more trouble. His moving tongue caused her to moan throatily, her back arching again in an attempt to get closer.

Her fingers trailed lightly across his skin everywhere she could reach. Jorin apparently had another idea however. Snagging one of her hands he led it down to his stomach and Rinya didn’t have to take much more of a hint than that. She had considered touching him before… it had been so tempting to catch him off guard while he was so focused on her breasts. But it thrilled her to no end that he was comfortable enough to suggest such an act without actually asking for it. So without hesitation her fingers slipped lower, tracing nonsense symbols softly into his skin as they went, until she could wrap her fingers around him.

Rinya did her best to revel in his emotions, his own pleasure as she shifted her hand over him. It was difficult however as his fingers went about another weak point for her. Her stomach tensed over each pass of his fingers, and Rinya had to grit her teeth. ”You’re such a tease.” She growled playfully, and rather breathlessly. Her playfulness was quickly swallowed by desire as his groans became stronger, more needy. Especially when he moved back from her chest to kiss her. The ache that had settled low in her stomach flared and Rinya whimpered against his mouth.

It took almost everything Rinya had to release her hold on him. Her hands move up to this chest and she gently pushed against him. Her own impatience flared and Rinya knew Jorin wasn’t likely to deny her. The moment his back hit the bed Rinya slid herself over him, straddling his waist and bringing her mouth right back to his, her hands pressed into the bed next his face. If it wasn’t the need for air she might have stayed there too. But Rinya was becoming a little lightheaded, so she pulled her mouth away from his to latch onto his neck.

Mimicking his earlier actions Rinya trailed kisses down his neck now that she had better access, paying special attention to his own mark. She might have gotten away with being completely put together if it wasn’t for the slight shake in her limbs. The energy between them always made it hard for her to sit still—now more than ever. Her entire body was filled with a mix of emotions that she couldn’t have sorted if she tried. Desire, happiness, want—and of course most of all—love. Pressing her hips downwards to press against his, she moaned against his neck.

”My husband… my mate.” Rinya murmured softly, pulling away from his neck to stare down at him softly. For a split tick she couldn’t even feel anything but love for him. And then it was quickly followed by the flare of desire and want again. So she repeated the words from before, only this time she wasn’t looking for a reaction, it was just the truth. ”I want you.” She stressed the words, despite the fact it wasn’t necessary.

[Jorin Ertihan]

x

Jorin didn't know how Rinya would react to his 'suggestion'. He figured she'd be pleased, but of course he was too caught up in exploring her to really notice. That was, until her hand had finished tracing random patterns into his skin and had wrapped around him. That caught his attention immediately. He couldn't prevent the gasp that escaped him, as he closed his eyes and just let the sensations ripple through him.

Rinya's touch was like lighting through his veins. Every thought was driven from his head as he found himself lost in her attentions. He knew Rinya was feeling the intense pleasure she was giving him with her actions, and he was glad for it. It was one of the great advantages to their particular relationship, and in this specific instance the bond had everything to do with it. He did not need to worry about taking pleasure from Rinya's action, because he knew she was receiving the same pleasure.

Still, it was difficult for him to really concentrate on anything when Rinya did this; his hand moving automatically across her stomach as he tried feebly to fire back. He barely heard her telling him he was a tease as his own pleasure mounted, his head now firmly caught in a pleasant fog. He honestly didn't know when he'd moved up to kiss her; it was like his body was moving outside his mind which was still concentrating on where her hand was providing such incredible pleasure.

After a few moments, she released him, and Jorin took a few gasping breaths to try to regain some control himself. He was sure his new wife would be quite happy to know she was just as capable of robbing her husband of all thoughts as he was for her. He did not resist at all when she pushed him down so that his back landed on the soft sheets of their bed. He could feel her impatience surge, and he knew she felt like he did; both badly craving each other's touch.

She did not break contact with him for long, however, as she pressed a kiss against his lips and he returned it with as much passion as he could, his own hands reaching up to clasp around her hips to draw her in closer. He could feel Rinya's desires surge through the bond as their lips met, and he helped maintain the kiss as long as he could, reveling in all the emotions Rinya brought out in him with her actions and feelings.

It had reached the point, honestly, where Jorin was having legitimate difficulty sorting out which emotions were his, and which were hers. They both loved one another to such a degree, and were feeling all that love to such an extent at the moment, that he honestly could not tell from whom the emotion was originating. It seemed the more he loved her, the more she felt it and returned it. And the entire thing looped between them, back and forth.

The same thing seemed to happen with their desire, honestly. It was probably why they had such difficulty with control; whenever one of them felt the desire from the other it triggered their own desire. Which in turn amplified the need from the original person, and it just snowballed into something neither of them could, or really wished to, stop.

But Jorin honestly didn't mind it at all. He loved his wife, more than anything or anyone. And mating with her was one of the best ways he could show her just how much he loved her. As Rinya moved from his mouth - Jorin gasping a bit from the intensity of the kiss they just shared - he ran his hand up and down her spine in a lazy pattern, memorizing the skin there as he shivered when she kissed down his neck.

He vaguely noticed that she was paying close attention to one particular spot, but his mind was such a haze of want that it took him a few ticks to realize she was copying his attentions to her Cheva's mark. He had its twin on his own neck, after all, and he smiled for her when he caught on that she was just as happy to see it on him as he was to see it on her.

Rinya's entire body seemed to be trembling, like it was wracked with energy and she didn't know what to do with it. Jorin, for his part, felt the fire from before still raging across his skin, the sight of his beautiful Rinya, now his wife, so clearly wanting him made him indescribably happy. Her moan when she pressed her hips against his spoke of a thousand emotions, all of them positive. And simultaneously all those emotions sang to him through the bond. Or were they his own emotions? It didn't matter.

Rinya murmured again, calling him husband. He had worried at first she'd have trouble with the word. Being a Kelvic, the word she used after, 'mate', would have much more meaning for her. But he shouldn't have worried. Her voice, soft and gentle, was clearly just as comfortable saying 'husband' as she was with saying 'mate'. And that was when it fully hit him, as she was saying that she wanted him yet again.

They were married. He could feel the surge of love from Rinya like a physical force, and he returned the feeling as he reveled in the knowledge that they were connected in every way now. By the traditions of his people as well as hers. They were bonded, they were mates, they were spouses. They truly did belong to one another now, and that fact would be recognized across Mizahar.

Jorin just smiled as he took one of his hands from behind Rinya's back and pressed it against her breast again, before trailing it lower across her stomach. He stopped there briefly, tracing letters and circling a 'c' around her bellybutton and enjoying the shiver than ran through her body. "I guess now would be a bad time to ask you what letter that was," he teased her with a troublesome grin, enjoying playing this game with his wife.

He badly wanted to touch her everywhere, but the position made it difficult. Jorin traced some more before gently clasping his arms around her and re-positioning them so that they were both lying on their sides. This permitted them both better access to one another, and before he continued, Jorin made sure to press a few hot kisses on her lips and neck, before his hand that had earlier been tracing letters against her stomach returned there, once again lightly stroking the delicate, smooth skin before going lower.

Rinya had given him indescribable pleasure earlier, and he wanted to return the favor. He searched for the place he knew by heart now, having found it in the dark without even the ability to see to help him. When he found it he pressed in, looking to drive his wife wild with pleasure like she had done for him.

Her pleasure was surging through the bond, each wave crashing into him and he just reveled in feeling what she was experiencing. He was sure this was exactly like it had been when she'd done the same for him, when her fingers had wrapped around him and her movements caused his mind to go blank, to be filled with nothing but desire, want, and love. He was feeling all three in spades, and it truly didn't matter which one of them originated it. Because they were both feeling it.

x

[Rinya]

There wasn’t anything quite like touching him. It wasn’t just the physical side to it—the difference in the feel of him here or there. To Rinya she swore she could literally feel his thoughts scatter to the wind. The look on his face told her he couldn’t do much other than focus on the feelings she brought out of him. If there was one thing Rinya enjoyed was the fact she had been the only one to make him react like this. Farline may have gotten the first kiss, the first dance… but Rinya had this. Jorin completely willing and free and hers.

While Rinya could feel his pleasure surge through the bond, it made it harder to focus on him. His kisses and pleasure dazed her probably as much as it did to him. His emotions slide alongside hers and his hands latching onto her hips only made her shiver more. They both had their control slipping through their fingers rather rapidly and Rinya knew that while it didn’t actually ruin anything between them, she had wanted to at least try and take it slow for him. But it was looking like a goal for another night that was for certain.

Even with his fingers trailing simply along her spine in a lazy fashion it only heightened her impatience. Watching him gasp for breath only made the ache low in her stomach twist, nearly drawing a gasp from herself. But Jorin wasn’t through with the endless teasing. Rinya felt her eyes flutter shut as his hand pressed against her breast, and the lower he dragged it, the more her breathing sped up. Her heart felt like it could barely be contained as it was. The combination of heartbeats and feelings making her a little dizzy. ”Jorin!” Rinya snapped without any heat behind her single word. Of course it was a bad time to ask her what letter it was!

He would know though that she most certainly didn’t mind his game. The fact he couldn’t stop touching her anymore than she could him was reassuring—and addictive. Before she could retaliate against her husband, he tugged her in close with his arms and shifted them off to one side. One of Rinya’s legs was still hooked over his hip and Rinya met his kisses with her own force, doing the best she could to ignore his wandering fingers. Which of course didn’t last for long. There was the familiar thrill of pleasure that raced through her, and then Jorin decided it wasn’t just enough to touch, but he needed to drive her out of her own mind.

She couldn’t have stayed the sharp moan that ripped through her if she tried. It was one thing to feel his pleasure by her own hand. It was another—for her—to have him do it to her. There was nothing she had to focus on other than something she only allowed him to do. No one could touch her like this—much less get the same reaction. Jorin himself was far too devoted to let anything pass by him. Rinya couldn’t keep herself quiet though. Her eyes were clenched shut and her hands clung to his skin as if it was the only thing keeping her rooted where she was. And in some ways that was true.

But it was building much too quickly for her liking. Jorin always made she sure was taken care of first, but as much as she enjoyed feeling him touch her—she didn’t care to go first. She wanted that connection with him now. They had every emotional connection one could have with another, but to feel like one being was a whole separate entity in itself. So she pushed his hand away from her, panting heavily for air as she shoved him yet again onto his back. Like before, she knew Jorin wouldn’t resist her.

She resumed her straddled position over his hips, kissing any skin her mouth could come across—his neck, his chest, even across the top of his stomach. Rinya had slid down his body slightly so she could reach his stomach and one of her hands traced idly circles into one of his thighs. The other returned to a previous position, grasping him in her hand as she gently slid her hand over him. It struck her as a night to be bold, and she was most certainly feeling it. And while they had explored each other’s bodies thoroughly, there was something she wanted to try.

Sitting up slightly, Rinya drew herself up until her hips were aligned with his. Perhaps any other night she would have been a little afraid to try such an act, but she couldn’t think anything through if she tried. The teasing on both their bodies left her mind scrambled and Rinya just simply moved. Using the hand that held him to keep him steady, she lowered herself onto him. Moaning his name at the feeling. It was… different, but most certainly not in a bad way. She had to lean forward however and press her hands into the bed next to him, trying to catch her breath and enjoy the feeling of just being with him if just for a few ticks.

The only issue Rinya really had was now that she put herself into this position, she didn’t quite know where to go with it. She knew she was the one mostly in control, but really she didn’t know where to go with it. It would just take some… time to figure it out. Which she was more than willing to give. So she shifted her hips over him, trying to find something that felt good to both of them.

[Jorin Ertihan]

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Jorin just chuckled slightly as Rinya snapped his name with no heat whatsoever. For some reason he just felt playful at that moment, wanting to tease his wife as well as give her pleasure. She didn't seem to mind the game at all though, and seemed about to reply when he rolled them over on their side and went to drive her wild.

Her reaction was as immediate as it was gratifying. A sharp moan tore from her throat, her eyes closing and she held onto him tightly. Jorin's own eyes had fluttered shut, the better to join her in feeling the pleasure, allowing the intensity to wash over him from the bond. While it was true he didn't need the bond to want to please his wife, it certainly helped a great deal to know he was doing this right. Then again her obvious reaction to his touch told him as much regardless.

But Jorin did not get a chance to drive Rinya over the edge this time. She gently but firmly removed his hand and Jorin complied, opening his eyes just in time to see Rinya push him onto his back again. He just complied, his hand going back to her hips and tracing their way back up her thighs before resting them on her stomach. Rinya for herself, had straddled him, running hot kisses down his neck, past his chest down to his stomach. And while he certainly loved the attention, he was wondering what she was up to.

Her next actions answered his unspoken question, however, as she slid her hand to hold him steady, then aligned her hips with his and lowered herself onto him. Jorin had intended to tease Rinya some more, maybe draw a few more circles onto her stomach, but her one action had robbed him of thought as pleasure exploded from where their bodies met. Her own pleasure and moaning of his name simply enhanced what he was already feeling. It was... quite different from the usual times they'd coupled, though not at all in a bad way.

Without thinking, Jorin's hips rose to meet Rinya's, trying to encourage her to continue to move. When she leaned forward, pressing her hands on either side of him, Jorin reached up and wrapped one arm around a shoulder, and the other pressed against her breast. He honestly had no idea how to continue from this position, and he had a feeling she did not either, but it was new and exciting and he knew she'd want to explore this new way of mating as much as he did.

"R-Rinya!" Jorin cried out, voice now incredibly thick with his desire for her. He did not yet know how she was feeling, but the sensation of her on him was just incredible. Using the arm around her shoulder to pull her a bit closer, Jorin attacked her lips once again as he pushed up with his hips. In truth, he wanted to see if he could replicate what he'd attempted outside the Amphitheater, but the angle was wrong and he wasn't even sure it was possible from this position.

Regardless, he gave it his best effort, gently squeezing Rinya's breast with his hand while his other firmly pressed against her back. From this position she could not wrap her legs around his waist and shift her hips to help him, so he rather hoped perhaps he could try something else, leaning up slightly on his elbows and pressing forward as he continued to kiss her fiercely.

Despite the newness of the position they were in, it was providing him with a different but very welcome sort of pleasure. Jorin hoped Rinya would get the hint as he continued to shift his hips upward to meet hers, and move her hips as well. They were both essentially operating on instinct at this point, moving this way and that to see what worked. At least this time, Jorin was finally able to get out the three words he'd wanted to say. He had intended to say them earlier, but his wife's ministrations had left him too breathless to do it. He was still breathless, and it took enormous effort, but for some reason he just wanted to get the words out.

"I love you," Jorin gasped, breaking off the kiss; the sensations from this new kind of lovemaking threatening to overwhelm him. He knew Rinya had never laid with any man but himself. And he had never laid with any woman but her. And they both had a shocking lack of experience. Yet their clumsy experimentation into coupling yielded, in Jorin's opinion at least, far greater rewards. And despite their relative inexperience, their mutual love was able to easily compensate for whatever their techniques lacked.

The pleasure she was giving him surged through his veins, sending fire echoing throughout his core and driving all thought out of his mind. Honestly, as far as Jorin was concerned, his wife didn't need much practice. She was already very skilled at producing pleasure in him. Jorin knew Rinya would probably say she was doing it by accident, and maybe she was. But it didn't matter either way. Her actions produced feelings in him he never felt before. And having now experienced them, he decided he rather liked them quite a bit.

It had been a good thing that he managed to get those words out when he did. Because when Rinya began moving, all his words vanished, replaced by desperate moans that increased in intensity with every motion of his wife's hips. Some of the moans sounded suspiciously like her name, others was just sounds of pleasure. And despite the fog of desire blanking his mind, Jorin could still feel their love, both his and hers, singing across the bond.

Jorin closed his eyes, decided to just let go and revel in the feeling of being so intimately joined with the woman who he loved above all else. At that moment nothing else in Mizahar existed. It had been something that had been common during their love making. It happened the first time they ever coupled. It happened outside the Amphitheater, and it was happening again today. With the simple act of being joined with his wife, Jorin's entire existence shrunk down to just the two of them, and all the wonderful things RInya was making him feel.

x

[Rinya]

She could feel Jorin’s curiosity. Considering he had just dragged her from this position not chimes ago and now she insisted upon it again. But even his curiosity didn’t stall his hands. She could feel them crawling over her skin in an attempt to keep close. But joining with him made both their minds slip. While it was always fun to touch him and bring him pleasure, it was much more fun this way. The feeling rebounded between the two of them just as much as their love did. It always made it difficult to think or feel beyond the moment, which was perfectly fine by her.

Rinya wasn’t sure if it was the difference in position or the fact that she was the one in control, but she found she rather liked being like this. His wandering hands and crying out her name wasn’t anything new of course, but it felt different. Almost—powerful, that it was her turn to push him towards the edge at her violation. Her hips remained still however as he kissed her, despite the fact he was trying to hint to her to move. But it was easier to savor the moment kissing him, sliding her tongue against his. It didn’t mean however that she was able to keep quiet.

There was no telling just what Jorin was thinking exactly, other than he seemed to enjoy this position as much as she did. But he was intent on paying special attention to her breasts and kissing her until she was gasping against him. And Rinya could feel her resolve to take her time cracking like thin ice. It didn’t help his hips were insistent on her moving hers. Rinya knew once she started to move it would be difficult to keep any sort of wit about her. But the more he pushed the more she wanted to push back.

It was Jorin gasping out that he loved that snapped her control in two. It never failed between the two of them. The three little words were capable of such much when they wielded it against each other. So Rinya let her left hand come up to rest over his wildly beating heart and her right helped to steady her against the bed. She knew if she tried to kiss him right now—being unable to breath—it wouldn’t do much good. So she leaned her forehead against his, moaning softly as she lifted her hips, only to come back to his.

Rinya might have had it in her to be embarrassed if she wasn’t so caught up in their mutual pleasure. It was more than a clumsy start, trying to find some kind of sync between the two of them. She was used to Jorin being the leader in this act and she just followed. And because of this fact it seemed almost torturously slow between them. Every moan she dragged from him however sent jolts throughout her entire body, making the ache in her stomach twist between the sound and the pleasure itself.

The more Jorin let go however the easier it was for her to find a pace. She could feel a telltale sign of burning her legs and Rinya was glad for the Warren for once. All the patrolling up and down the stairs made her legs stronger. She was sure she would end up with sore muscles after this, but it was more than worth it. Jorin closed his eyes and Rinya had to bite down on her bottom lip as she tried to keep herself steady. The hand that had been resting against the bed came up to grasp the side of his neck.

”I love you too… so much…” Rinya mumbled the words out between moans, not willing to let the words go unanswered despite their current position. Despite how breathless she already was, she pressed her lips against his. It wasn’t one of their fiery kisses oddly enough; she barely found enough patience to kiss him softly, trying to convey the emotion like he did when he kissed her. Rinya couldn’t actually imagine feeling this with anyone else but him.

Rinya was sure it was probably a foolish thought—if she could remember it later—after all people did this all the time. A lot of it wasn’t even with the same partner. But Jorin brought a calm through her that no one else could replicate. Her trust in him was nearly tangible considering the events of the day. The past two seasons even. However she was positive that it would never be the same with anyone else. She would never feel so loved or happy. Jorin had rather spoiled her, a fact she was more than willing to let him get away with. She considered herself incredibly lucky someone else had not snatched him up first.

Rinya could feel her body begin to tremble again and she involuntary increased the pace, breaking the kiss with another sharp moan disguised as his name. It was easy to recognize the pressure building in her. She wasn’t sure how long she’d hold out, and honestly she was beginning to not care. Only the feelings coming from him mattered, won out against anything else she felt.

[Jorin Ertihan]

x

Under different circumstances, Jorin might well have found it rather amusing in a way, that something as simple as sliding a tongue in could change a kiss. Intensify it to such a degree. He himself had no idea what had possessed him to do it to Rinya the first time. He'd just wanted to love her, he was sure, and went with what his instincts were telling him was the right thing to do. For her part, Rinya seemed to have taken to the idea quite heartily, her kisses incorporating her tongue more and more often and he was quite glad because he absolutely loved those sorts of kisses from her.

And the fact that they were joined in the most intimate way that a man and woman could be joined just enhanced everything about her kiss, to the point that Jorin almost didn't mind that her hips weren't moving. Almost. Though he could feel her pleasure through the bond as her moans filled the room, joining with his own. Nonetheless, Jorin couldn't stop the relieved groan as she lifted her hips and brought them back down, the pleasure from her motion rocking through his body. Her own pleasure was flowing through him as well from the action and he knew that this new way to mate was likely something he and his wife would try again in the future.

It honestly did not matter to Jorin that Rinya was not experienced. That her first attempt at movement in the new position was clumsy and slow. It still provided pleasure for them both and that was the important thing. And Jorin loved her so desperately that the clenching of his heart was almost painful. He loved everything about her, from her quiet beauty to her adorable awkwardness to her fierce protectiveness. Everything about his wife, physical, mental, and emotional, called to his soul, and that more than made up for any small clumsiness during lovemaking that was sure to disappear the longer they mated with one another.

Rinya answered his words with similar words of her own, telling him she loved him so much. Jorin gasped at those words. Despite having heard it quite a few times that day it never failed to have an effect on him. He couldn't help thrusting his hips upward, almost involuntarily, while pulling Rinya close to him with both his arms, crushing her breasts against his chest. She had pressed a soft kiss against his lips, and he tried to return it as softly but simply couldn't prevent the heat he was feeling from entering the intimate act.

The newness and pleasure from Rinya's actions were nearly too much for Jorin. He knew he could not hold out for very long at all. In fact, given the things his wife was making him feel, Jorin was rather surprised he held out for as long as he did. As he let go, they were able to get into a more comfortable rhythm, but his breathing was becoming desperate and ragged. Rinya's hand on his heart would feel it hammering like a drum, and the desire was reaching inferno heat.

"R-Rinya, my wife, my love, I don't think I can..." Jorin moaned, but he couldn't finish the sentence. He wanted to break together with his wife, but he couldn't put the desire into words. Fortunately, he could feel the pressure build in her as well. The pleasure from both of them was intensifying every moment. Jorin would have thought that the intense desire and want would crowd out all other emotions, that there wouldn't be room for love and happiness but somehow, that was not true. Somehow despite the roar of passion inside him driving his hips to move faster and faster to meet his wife's he could help but feel surges of love with every motion.

That was what made this truly lovemaking, at least as far as Jorin was concerned. Every motion of their hips, every time their skin touched, Jorin could feel the warmth of their love and it just made everything more intense. He could feel the pressure building and he truly didn't think he could stand it much longer. His mind was quickly becoming too clouded by the sensations to make any sort of rational decisions and he simply grabbed his wife, hugging her tight and shouting loudly as he shattered.

He didn't know if his wife had broken apart with him. He desperately hoped she did, but as he came down from the high their lovemaking produced, he couldn't help the contented smile on his face. This had certainly been one of the most intense coupling he'd experienced so far with Rinya, and he knew it would only get better from then on. Mizahar slowly filtered back, the colors and sounds coming back to his senses as his experience expanded beyond the friction between them.

Jorin didn't know how long they lay there, softly cuddled against one another. Despite the soreness that was now beginning to manifest in his muscles, Jorin could still feel a surge of desire as he looked at the flushed face of his wife. She was warm and beautiful and independent and his and he just loved her so much. "Thank you, Rinya. For accepting me. For wanting me... I don't think the words exist to describe how much I love you, but I think the actions do."

His desire for his wife had not abated, even after he thought he'd be sated after the intense shattering he'd just experienced. Jorin gently rolled them both over, knowing she wouldn't resist him, until she was now lying on her back. With a gentle smile, he leaned down and kissed her softly, trying to rouse her from her own desire-induced haze. Leaning forward, he licked the soft skin under her ear, right over the Cheva's mark, before whispering in her ear. "My love, come back to me..." he murmured, leaning back a bit so he could lift her hips a bit before pressing forward again.

He had made sure to memorize how it was when they were outside the Amphitheater. The angle of their hips, and where he needed to be. The sheer pleasure he felt from Rinya across the bond... pleasure he had produced in her. Pleasure he knew no one else could cause his wife to feel. And he wanted to recreate it. And if he was being honest... the act was just as pleasurable for him. The shattering she'd just given him had been incredible, and he wanted to return the favor. After all, his wife had made sure he was well taken care of. Jorin thought it was only fair that now, he took care of her.

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[Rinya]

Jorin’s relief that filtered across both his groan and the bond made it difficult not to grin at him. The only thing that actually kept her from doing so was the fact that the pleasure just radiating off him made it difficult to think. While it was going to take time to get used to such a position, Rinya was most certainly going to try it again. Jorin himself seemed to be so caught up in the moment and she couldn’t help but revel in it. It was her turn to press Jorin to the limit—and it was more enjoyable than she thought it would be.

Not that she thought it would be more work than it would be worth. Rinya knew she’d still do this with him even if she got nothing from it. She had watched him come undone too many times to count now, but this special. She had more control now more than ever over his harsh breathing, the wild beating of his heart. Every sound that came from him was her fault—and it was something she intended to repeat as many times as she could. Because there wasn’t anything more important to her than him, this just happened to be one of the ways to show it.

Her words had such an effect on him today too. She wondered if it was partly because their decision to marry, or if it was because she usually was unable to form words herself. She most certainly liked the effect they had on him though, the movement of his own hips drawing her closer to her own edge. As he pulled her closer, trying to erase whatever distance was between them, she found herself unable to resist. Much like him, she hated distance between them—especially now. If there had been a way for her to get any closer she probably would have taken it.

Jorin could barely say her name or moan out a full sentence however and it took Rinya several ticks to process what he was trying to say. As it was if he hadn’t pulled her to him already she was quite sure she would have half collapsed on top of him anyways. Judging simply by his own movements Jorin was much closer than she had taken into account. Their impatience had broken them down into one simple thought. Drive the other to edge as quickly as possible. Rinya was surprised she actually won out over him. Jorin’s grasp on her became tight across her and in the back of her mind she could hear him shout. But it was the wave of pleasure that came from him that broke her apart not ticks later, moaning his name against his chest as she gripped the bed beneath him in a vain attempt to ground herself.

Rinya simply let herself lay across the top him, trying to catch her breath. Eyes closed and her ear pressed to his chest as she listened to his heartbeat start to come down from its high. She was barely aware of anything other than him beneath her for the longest time. Rinya wasn’t exhausted per say, but she could easily spend the rest of the day right where she was. It was only his words that stirred her slightly. Opening her eyes to glance upwards at him from his chest, Jorin thanked her of all the ridiculous ideas. ”I’ll always want you Jorin. Every part of you.” His last words confused her slightly though. He always showed her how much he loved her. In a kiss, or just holding hands.

So when Jorin rolled them, she didn’t think much of it. Her eyes had fluttered closed again, and Rinya simply focused on the gentler emotions that flowed between them, though she did notice his desire hadn’t seemed to fade. It was first, but nothing she felt overly concerned with. A happy smile spread across her lips as he pressed his lips against hers, and it didn’t leave her face as he moved from her lips to her mark. She got the feeling their marks were going to become prominent features in the future. His whispered words caused a shiver to pass through her, but his words just confused her again. She was with him—nowhere near sleep—so she opened her eyes to look up at him, resisting the urge to frown as he grasped her hips.

”What do you mean—J-Jorin!” He most certainly caught her off guard. Her words simply shifted into a surprised moan of his name as the jolt of rejoining with him immediately settled back into her stomach. This was new to her—well to both of them she supposed. Usually when they both shattered they cuddled and moved on with their day. There was nothing wrong with it to her, as the act of mating was a physical extension of their love. This was the first time Jorin had ever shown desire to mate with her again. And there was no argument she could think of to say no to. No reason that could possible separate them right now.

”A-again?” Rinya could barely squeak out the word as desire flared across her skin. There was no hesitancy coming from her, nothing that could conceived as a resounding ‘no’, especially not when Jorin had been so studious. His grasp on her hips told her he knew exactly where he wanted her and Rinya instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist as she pressed her head back against the bed. She could feel she was sensitive as every slight movement caused her breathing to hitch. As quickly as he joined with her, her want for him roared back to life. ”Petch…” The word wasn’t meant to be rude as she muttered it, but everything being heightened this time brought back the tremble in her body.