She would allow herself this: her, nestled into his warm embrace, skin on skin as she lifts a leg and rests it over his hip. The afterglow of what they've done makes her heady. " I suppose there is no getting out of going, is there? " Now breeching his departure which Riven knows to be emminent, " - will you at least indulge me by staying the night? " Again, unspoken goes how much she will miss him, how much she wants him.
For a while, Yone had forgotten what his current situation entailed. Riven had this unique way about her that made Yone forget whatever had troubled him. Be it her body, her mind, her words. Everything about her just made him feel... different. It took his mind off its normal worrying cycle.
But now, Riven broke the silence between them. The blissful space after intimacy. And Yone noticed the dark cloud looming over him again. It's true. He had to go. He was the only one who could stop him. He at least had the best chance.
The swordsman gazed at his lover. So ethereal. He did not want to leave. But he had to. He wanted to stay with her. Feel her embrace, her warmth, her acceptance. Her her voice, her fingers over his skin. Watch her, all day. Whatever she did, he found himself seeing nothing more beautiful in life.
But he had to go.
It was his fate. His duty. He had failed once, already. He could not afford to fail again.
Yone pressed a kiss upon her forehead, pulling Riven closer. "I would want nothing more." Like a living blanket, he snuggled up around her. His hand moved along her leg, briefly appreciating the rounding of her rear. She really was a perfect fit. He smiled.
















