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[ Somehow, her patience and understanding just makes him feel more mortified. He feels as though he's regressed back to being a teenager, as if he'll need his hand held. It isn't that he doesn't have experience, it's just strange to think of acting on his attraction to her right now, of all times.

Rosetta holds his hand and he marvels at the feeling of her soft, slender fingers against his own, rough and calloused. It's a reminder of how different they are, and perhaps that is why it took until this moment for anything to come to fruition. Siegfried laughs, and though he sounds nervous and uncertain, it's the first joyful sound since they embarked on their mission. ]

I'm aware there's nothing wrong with it, it's just— sorry, I don't have much experience with these sorts of things. It's difficult for me to find the right words to express myself.

[ Did he mean sex? Romance? Surprisingly, he's more okay with the former, but perhaps unbeknownst to Rosetta, he finds himself drawn to her for more than simply physical attraction.

Her lighthearted nature does serve to calm him, at least this time, anyway. Spouting facts at him makes his grin widen, so much so that it looks as though he's trying not to laugh again. Now that she's made is fairly clear that she does want to be with him, and isn't just flirting to flirt, he can't help but relax.

He entwines her hand with his own and pulls her closer, drawing her into his lap with one sweeping motion. It's incredible how much strength an injured man still has when intimacy is on the line. It would seem that even Siegfried isn't immune to such things. ]

I don't need an excuse to want to be with you, Rosetta. Besides, you just told me that I wouldn't be getting much sleep. So, which is it? Better sleep, or no sleep?

[ Does she have to answer that?

His hands are strong against hers, and his lap solid as she sits atop him. Her exhaustion from before is already fading away, replaced by a familiar heat rising in her abdomen. It'd be easy enough to call forth another witty rejoinder, but there's something special about this moment that she doesn't want to cheapen, one where only the two of them exist, blind to the snow and wind that rage outside.

So instead, she kisses him, leaning forward to snugly fit her lips against his without preamble while her free hand tangles in his hair, pulling him closer. All things considered, it's not a particularly greedy kiss, but it is curious, her lips parting slightly as she tastes him. As much as her previous flirtations might have implied otherwise, she's more than happy to start off slow and enjoy their time together. ]

[ That kiss warms him up more than any blanket or fire could. He's sure that Rosetta can feel his heartbeat quickening with how close they've drawn together, the tenseness in his shoulders relaxing as he resolves to let instinct take over.

Perhaps it's better that he express himself this way, anyway. With actions rather than words. With a parting of his lips to deepen the kiss and a gentle squeeze of her hand, a silent I will stop overthinking it, I simply want to be with you.

Though their kiss begins relatively chaste, the weight of her on his lap, pliant and warm, makes his body tense in a different way. However long it may have been since he's had sex with anyone, his body is responsive to each curious flicker of her tongue and fingers entangled in his hair.

The spark of desire is there, evident by the way he never quite ends their kiss, simply shifts so that his mouth lavishes attention to her bottom lip, and then, along her jawline. ]

[ She might have done this a hundred times before, and enjoyed each one of those times, but there's something different about the way Siegfried touches her now, his calloused fingers sending shivers across her skin, even with the warmth of the fire roaring behind them.

As he moves lower, she tilts her head up to give him better access, eyelids fluttering closed at the brush of his lips against her skin. Her fingers, too, move downwards, past the pulse point on his neck and down his sternum, and across the broad expanse of his chest. Admiring the way his shirts fit so snugly around his torso is one thing, but feeling muscle jump and tense underneath her hands is something else entirely. It's exhilarating and desire-inducing, and she can't help but unconsiously grind against him, her hips rolling up as her hand finally comes to a rest at the waistband of his pants. ]

[ The bruises and cuts on his skin linger, and though her touch brushing over them make the abrasions raw and tender, it's a good feeling, a warm feeling that makes his nerves stand on end with anticipation. Rosetta's skin is soft beneath his kisses, and unlike his, completely free of imperfections.

Siegfried's breath hitches in his throat when he feels her hand come to a rest along his waistband, his mouth now rested along the curvature of her neck and lightly biting. He releases her hand and instead trails his hands down the sides of her waist, resting them on her hips as she rolls them against his lap.

The friction is enough to make his heightening arousal more and more evident, breathing growing shallower as his cock hardens and presses uncomfortably against the fabric. ]

I only regret that I'm in less than ideal shape right now. [ He murmurs, shifting so that he looks back up at Rosetta, giving her a small smile. ] I hope I don't disappoint you.

[ Ah, Siegfried, ever the gentleman, apologizing even now as his mouth trails fire across her skin and her skirt is hiked up past her hips. ]

I don't think you could disappoint me if you tried.

[ For a fact, she can't think of a single thing she dislikes about this whole setup. Certainly not the way her breath hitches every time his teeth press into her sensitive skin, or the way his hands rest atop her hips, holding her firm against him. If anything, the worst part of this whole affair is that there's far too much fabric separating the two of them, though even all her extra layers can't hide the mounting evidence of his desire. ]

But if you're really worried about it, you could always help me take this off.

[ Her hand slips away from him to tug at one sleeve of her dress. He has his shirt off already, so it's only fair she matches him in that regard. ]

I think I can do that much, at least.

[ Truthfully, he feels a lot more like himself now. It likely also helps that the sun is setting by now, filling him with a newfound energy akin to waking up, perhaps not after a restful sleep, but in this case, a small snooze.

But he's glad to see that Rosetta seems accepting of whatever state he's in.

He leans forward and blindly searches for the buttons along her spine, taking the opportunity to once again kiss her, this time more assured than before, teasing her tongue with his own as he undoes the clasps. He works quickly, and though his hands don't move with finesse, he's practiced enough (from having to deal with his own ornate court clothes) that it isn't too long before every button is undone and the dress is pulled down Rosetta's shoulders and down her arms. ]

[ Maybe there are perks to Siegfried being a vampire after all.

She leans into his kiss with equal ardor, matching every teasing motion of his tongue with her own and biting gently on his upper lip.

His hands are defter than she gives them credit for and it's not long before her dress is pooling at her waist, leaving her bare in front of him. (Thank the Astrals for all being secret neckbeards and ensuring that she'll never need to wear a bra in her life.) But it's still not fully off, so she leaves one last lingering kiss before pulling away to shimmy the offending garment up past her shoulders and onto the floor.

Which leaves her in nothing but a lacy pair of panties and matching thigh-high tights. Hot. ]

No complaints so far, I hope?

[ Either about her state of (un)dress or her appearance. Or anything, really. Speak now or forever hold your peace. ]

[ Almost immediately after Rosetta pulls away, Siegfried once again feels the draft of cold in the room despite the fire crackling away. His body craves to have Rosetta against him again, and he subconsciously leans forward when she draws back to remove her dress.

Of course, the sight he's treated to is more than enough to make up for the momentary absence. Siegfried is, by nature, a man who defaults to silence, but it isn't often that he's actually stunned into silence. He feels his face color as his gaze falls and lingers on the sight of her bare breasts, the curvature of her waist, the shapeliness of her hips and thighs—

Ah, but he has to find words. He's also now nearly painfully aware of how much his own body craves what he sees. ]

I fail to see how anyone could possibly have complaints.

[ He says softly, gazing up at her longingly while his fingertips trail along the tops of her thigh-highs. He tugs on the elastic, a silent urging of her to come closer again.

#blessed. ]

[ Some several hundred years have taught her better than to hinge the crux of her self-worth on what a man might think of her. Even so, it's impossible not to feel a rush of pleasure at his response, the silence a higher compliment than any verbal praise he could give.

Not that she dislikes the words that come out of his mouth; far from it, actually. She follows the invitation of his fingers easily, sliding close until her bare breasts are pressed up against his chest and only a whisper separates her lips from his. ]

Then, what about this?

[ Her hands settle on his shoulders, fingers pressing firm into his skin as she starts grinding against him a second time, clit rubbing up against his still-clothed cock. She can feel the dampness building up between her legs already, a growing want to feel him buried inside her rather than merely against her, but they've got all night to tire themselves out.

Why not have a little fun in the meantime? ]

[ This is far, far from what he imagined when he'd told Rosetta he wanted her company. But not only does he not have any complaints— he wonders why he could not have acted on his attraction sooner. Battered and bruised as he is, he wishes he could give himself to her in his full condition.

His exhaustion matters little when it comes to his desire, however, breath hitching in his throat as she straddles him and presses her body close to his. Rosetta's bare nipples brushing along his chest makes his muscles tense once more, blood coursing faster as he feels his mind give in to more instinct and hunger rather than reason. There's friction between them as she rubs herself against him now, and he can feel her growing warm and wet with need, making him instinctively roll his hips against hers to seek more of it.

He wants to touch her, all of her, but he supposes he should take his time, as she is, so he explores the expanse of her back first, calloused fingers massaging her shoulderblades and then trickling down her spine. All the while, he dips his head along the curve of her neck and kisses down her collarbone. ]

I think it's quite clear that I have no complaints about any of this, either. [ He sighs, hands now gripping her hips and pushing them against his groin, having lost all shame and wanting her to feel just how much his body wanted hers. ]

My only regret is that I'm not able to move as much as I'd like to.

[ He murmurs, though he finds a bit of amusement that these are the circumstances they've found themselves in.

He may not be able to move much, but his hands have no such impediment, and so, his fingers sink beneath he waistband of her panties, palms cupping and squeezing her bare rear with newfound confidence. ]

[ Siegfried might bemoan his current weakened state, but Rosetta doesn't have a single complaint about it - though his hands on her ass, squeezing and kneading and rubbing her further against him certainly chase away all thoughts that don't revolve around her mounting pleasure.

Her usual control seems to have unraveled, a feat Siegfried can pride himself on, and when she speaks again, her voice is husky, punctuated by gasps as his hands move back and forth. ]

Oh, I don't think that'll be a problem.

[ One hand slides down from his shoulder onto his chest before pushing him back with no small amount of insistence. She's a woman of many talents; there are plenty of ways to make this work. ]

Assuming you don't mind me taking the lead, of course.

[ He had intentions for his hands to slip from her backside to her front, but his touch only makes it as far as grazing along her bellybutton before Rosetta pushes him back onto the mattress, surprising him enough that he stares up at her, startled.

Siegfried yearns to touch her again, but he's also curious as to what she has in store. He compromises by taking the very same hand which had pushed him back into his palm, raising it to his lips for a kiss. He smiles, looking quite intoxicated by the sight of her. ]

I have't minded thus far, have I?

[ In a bout of playfulness, he raises his leg slightly, rubbing it against her groin as she settles in above him. ]

I'm at your mercy.

[ Now that's what she likes to see. Then again, who doesn't love a (good-looking) man flat on his back, ready to cater to every need? In fact, she takes a few seconds to just admire him splayed out on the sheets, hair a mess around his face and the scars criss-crossing his skin glowing pale in the firelight.

He looks delicious. ]

Then I'd better get started, hadn't I?

[ She doesn't really mean to put on a show - hard to really make much of a display out of three flimsy pieces of fabric - but there's an effortless grace to the way she hooks her thumbs around the elastic of her panties and slides them off, hips wiggling ever so slightly as she drags them down and past her ankles. The stockings come next, one after the other, pulled off with as much care until she's kneeling completely naked atop him.

The right thing to do now, the equal thing, would be to fully disrobe him too, but the sight of his erection visible through his pants is really too much to ignore. Her hand settles to rest atop it, fingers lightly squeezing before she starts palming him through the fabric, motions smooth and steady. ]

Mmm, you're so hard...you really should take better care of yourself, Siegfried. [ "Take care" of himself. ] But I'm glad I can give you a hand now, though you'll have to tell me how you like it.

[ Time to get him warmed up even more before the main event. ]

[ Siegfried props himself up on his elbows as she shifts away, breath hitching in his throat as he watches her peel away the very last layer of fabric. She does so with finesse, each movement of her body suggestive of what was to come, and leaving him both in awe and speechless. His body betrays where his thoughts have strayed, however, goosebumps trailing along his arm when she comes closer again.

He wonders if Rosetta knows just how much of a hold she has over him at this moment, for although she isn't casting anything close to magic, his gaze is completely transfixed and captivated by her effortless movements, by the way her eyes glimmer in the light and gaze down at him with complete admiration.

He rests his hands on the sides of her waists for now, enjoying the view and how their bodies fit together, but his gaze quickly has to divert when she speaks again, even if he's still smiling. He should have known that even now, she would find some way to fluster him. His grip tightens when she teases him through the fabric, nails lightly digging into soft skin. ]

How I like it?

[ He considers question quietly, reaching up to sink his hands in Rosetta's hair and thread his fingers through it, lips pursed as he attempts to restrain a moan while she continues teasing his cock. He doesn't think she could possibly do anything that he wouldn't like. ]

Slowly. [ His lips quirk as his eyes meet hers, fingertips now trickling down her neck and to her collarbone. ]

At least, at first. [ And now over the swell of each breast. ]

So that I may clearly remember this for a long time. [ He swirls his thumbs over her nipples, mirroring the lazy, languid movements she's inflicting on him. ]

[ How is it that every word he speaks comes out so effortlessly charming? She almost wishes she were a schoolgirl, with a youthful face prone to delicate blushes and a heart deeply moved by a single passing word. ]

I'll try not to disappoint.

[ But it's better this way, she decides, as his hands toy with her bare breasts and send thrills curving down her spine. Her eyelids drift closed again as she loses herself in the mirrored rhythms of their movements. And though she doesn't take orders without good reason these days, she's more than happy to acquiese to Siegfried's request, hands moving in languid, calculated strokes. Every now and then she pauses to give a little squeeze, or a brush of her thumb over the cockhead that strains through his pants.

Memorable, he says, and while she plans to do absolutely that, she's also sure that there are other ways to make this night just as memorable.

She leans in for another kiss, deep and lingering, tongue pressing against his as her hair cascades around them, a curtain shrouding them from the outside. As much as she enjoys wresting control in bed and teasing her partners until they're red-faced and gasping, she's acutely aware of how much Siegfried's opinions mean to her, even in something as mundane as sex.

It's a surprisingly sobering thought, one she isn't ready to face just yet. And so she doesn't, channeling her sudden restless energy into something much more familiar. ]

Ah, but if it's memorable you really want, are you sure you wouldn't prefer something else? Something [ hmmm, how best to phrase it without being completely vulgar ] tighter that'll wrap you up completely?

[ Just in case he completely misses her point, she takes one of his hands and guides it downwards, until it's resting right between her thighs. That's some WAP right there. ]

[ Weary and bruised as he may be, the sight of Rosetta expertly moving and teasing him through the fabric made his mind swim with desire, pushing aside all other thoughts as momentarily unimportant. He was a knight, and all of his life he had believed himself to be above such lust, but she played him so easily, teasing him with the promise of her perfect body was enough to make him tense with anticipation.

How did he become so undone, so quickly? Briefly, he wonders if this desire is also part of his monstrous transformation. Every passing second that she works him, his desire becomes more of a hunger. But all it takes is another kiss from her, the gentle caress of her tongue against his, for him to know that this is completely his own desire and nothing else. Because such a simple gesture also makes his chest swell with new warmth, a fondness that he can express with actions better than words— a few sweet kisses along her lips and jawline that linger and search for her even after she pulls away.

He wants to continue lavishing attention on her breasts yet explore more of her all the same. He cups each one indulgently, feeling the shape and softness of each perfect mount before snaking his hand down the expanse of her abdomen.

Siegfried gazes up at Rosetta curiously, although it seems as though she has the same destination for his hands, anyway. His lips quirk into a small smile. He’s pleased to find that she’s as wet as he is hard, easily slipping a calloused finger between her labia and brushing against her clit, the silky heat between her thighs now making him painfully hard. ]

I want whatever you’re willing to give me, Rosetta. I did say I was at your mercy, after all. [ He whispers, his other hand coming to a rest on shapely hips and pressing her further down against his cock.

His smile becomes warmer, locking eyes with her in a gaze that conveys lust, fondness, and amusement. ]

But if you want me to beg, I’m not too proud to do so.

[ He presses his fingers more firmly against her clit now, the grip at her hips sinking lower to cup her ass. ]

Please... I want to be inside of you.

[ She can't help but bite her lip when his hands slide against her clit, the friction of rough fingers against smooth skin enough to send another pulse of pleasure trembling through her. Her head bows down, a curtain of dark hair sliding down past her bare shoulders to mask her face as she moans, low and needy.

If he weren't wounded as much as he were and if she hadn't promised him a different sort of enjoyment for the evening, she'd consider letting him play with her to his heart's content. There's something about the affection his smile, that pierces her heart in an unfamiliar way, happiness mingling concurrently with a bittersweet sadness. Impulsively she looks back up, both hands lifting to settle on either side of Siegfried's face to pull him for a kiss. There's nothing practiced about this one, her usual well-refined technique traded away for a fleeting moment of emotion, unbridled and genuine.

By the time she pulls away again, her face has returned to its usual coy expression, confidence radiating from every curve. ]

How could I deny you when you've been such a good boy?

[ Ah, but she does like hearing him beg like this. Surely a litle more wouldn't hurt.

Her hands get to work, fingers curling around the waistband of both his pants and underwear in order to slide them down past his hips. Her gaze never leaves his, even as both her hands and lips move. ]

Do you want me to ride you then? For me to sink so fully onto you that all I can feel is the weight and heft of you filling every inch?

[ With the fabric out of the way, she wraps her fingers around his cock, sliding her hand down in a single slow stroke. ]

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