Pin my muse to the wall || Accepting

Dion is pleased with the progress of rebuilding Rosaria. It's been a long time coming and something he has aspired to do since he was old enough to think about what he might do once he became Emperor. There was a ceremony where he discussed to its citizens what his ideas were, a ceremony where Joshua, in all his beautiful regalia, came and spoke, too, and all their promises of being allies again. It had gone well, better than he had expected. Really, his only goal was to not be met with an angry mob, and he had achieved that and more.

But maybe Joshua could sense Dion's eagerness and want all too well, as they had been eyeing each other during the entire ceremony. Joshua is breathtaking, as always, and Dion couldn't stop thinking about what he might like to do to him afterwards...

Joshua beat him to the punch, as usual. He had wordlessly pulled Dion aside afterwards into some alcove that had long since been abandoned. Dion was going to say something about how well everything had gone, but was interrupted by being abruptly pushed against the wall with Joshua's lips heatedly pressed against his own.

Ah, well, they can talk later, he supposes.

Pin my muse to the wall || Accepting

Sleipnir has to admit that this has all been quite unusual for them. From the moment they arrived in the hideaway, they felt out of place, out of step, like this was something that wasn't meant for them. Every second has been spent lamenting the loss of Barnabas, of grieving and wishing that they had been killed, too. Every time they close their eyes, they see it, Barnabas' lifeless body as they hopelessly reach out to him. It haunts their every waking thought, leaving them quaking and sobbing.

Clive, however, has been nothing but patient. Yes, they'll admit, a lot of this has been for their own gain, for the sake of Ultima's plan. Whatever they've started to feel for him means nothing compared to that. But they've bared so much to him, told him things that they've never told anyone else. Is it a crime to be falling in love with him, despite committing the ultimate act of betrayal in the end?

Maybe, but they aren't going to think about it right now.

Right now, all they can think about is the feeling of their back hitting the wall as Clive devours them. His hands are frantic, searching, and Sleipnir urges him on, their heart pounding in their chest and every part of them feeling like its been set alight. Perhaps it is their connection to Odin, or perhaps it is something else, but they'd let Clive take them apart piece by piece if he wanted to.

".... Is this really wise?..." Sephiroth seized him up, allowing the other to have successfully pinned him to the nearest wall. It wasn't so much of a question, as he was entertained by the idea of this happening to him. He just really wanted to understand the other's reasoning behind it, if there was any at all. That look of curious wonder in his eyes as he stared at the other man's face. "Careful. I bite."

It's about the yearning || Accepting

It seems that Dion has been left speechless.

He blinks a few times in surprise, feeling his face heat up as Joshua speaks. He's always had such a way with words, hasn't he? Always so eloquent and soft spoken. Dion has fallen in love with the way he speaks. He thinks he could listen to it all day, perhaps even fall asleep to the soothing sound of Joshua's voice. It's just when he directs his sweet words to him that Dion finds himself grasping for anything to say in return.

The enormity of my desire || Accepting

"I'm not looking at you like anything. What are you talking about, hm?"

But Jill knows what she's doing, obvious by the mischievous glint in her eyes. Elizabeth has finally gotten to the point where she's sleeping through the night in her own room, and Jill finally feels enough like herself again to want to do this. Being a mother takes a lot out of a person, but she wouldn't change it for the world.

So she laughs softly, crawling over to Clive and slowly climbing into his lap, her hands coming up to gently cup his face. "I never asked you to control yourself, did I? You can do whatever you'd like to me, have me in whatever way you'd like. Doesn't that sound like fun?" She grins, leaning down to give him a gentle kiss. Her heart is already racing at the thought of it. How does he always manage to do this to her?

The enormity of my desire || Accepting

"Of course I can. And can't you feel what you're doing to me, hm?"

The enormity of my desire || Accepting

Sleipnir blinks, squinting at him from where they're kneeling in front of him. They'd like to think that they've gotten to a point where Clive might trust them, even want them. Hell, they've done this before when they were on worse terms, but they supposed they understand his hesitation.

"And why not?" they murmur, their fingers fiddling with the button on his trousers. They want to. They want to so, so badly. Sleipnir wants to watch his face, wants to see him come undone because of them. It's only happened one other time, and they haven't stopped thinking about it since. But if he truly doesn't want to...

The enormity of my desire || Accepting

Oh, the praise absolutely sends shudders up Dion's spine. He's not exactly sure what he was expecting from this, but he hadn't really ever intended to tumble into bed with Joshua so quickly. He couldn't help himself, though. How could he have ever resisted?