A Kings Frustration ( Lilith / Request )

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Silence. There was a long moment of silence, just the sounds of water, and her own heartbeat in her ears. She could feel his heartbeat against her chest, making hers speed up. She didn’t know what was going on in his head, but she was starting to worry, hoping she hadn’t done something wrong; and then he spoke her name. He said it in such a way that caused her heart to skip a beat, and her lungs to stop breathing. Her lips parted, a gust of air leaving her as he moved closer, her face tilted up to face his.

And then there was no space between them. He had closed it, but she was seconds from doing so herself. She felt tugging in her hair and she loved it, pushing herself closer to him. She felt herself slipping into the kiss, no longer aware of anything happening around them. It was electrifying, like nothing else she’d ever experienced. He had a strong grip on her body, so she was unable to move, but she didn’t mind; she only wanted to move her arms anyhow, bringing them up, one against his chest, the other on his shoulder, her nails digging into his skin. Her body moved at his will, shifting were he to move her. Her own eyes were closed, and thus she didn’t see his roaming over her, though she wouldn’t have minded. Pressed together as they were, her already loose robe became more so, the tie falling apart from the friction between them. The robe only stayed against her skin due to the water keeping it there, covering her delicate areas still, while showing off her collar bone, cleavage line, and part of her stomach.

And then he was gone. He had pushed himself away from her, falling into the water as he did. The pressure from it had pushed her back as well, causing her to fall under in a similar fashion, her hair now completely soaked along with the rest of her. The waves opened the robe completely while under the water, but as she surfaced, it found places to cling again, showing off more, her chest mostly visible, though her waist remained underwater, as she was shorter than him. His voice caused goosebumps on her arms and chest, a shiver threatening to roll down her spine, but she held it in. His face was scarlet, similarly no doubt to her own. She pushed her hair out of her face, behind her ears (which were just as red) and smiled at him nervously as he spoke.

I would love to N-Noku. She went out on a limb, attempting to use his name as he had hers; normally he addressed her as Miss/Lady Harmonia, but earlier he had called her Lilith. His back was to her, oddly enough his back was pretty red as well, which she found adorable. I-if it helps, I’m beyond nervous; probably far more than you… She spoke quietly, moving closer to him, but remaining behind him, just in case.

[Noku Noru]

The sloshing of the waves crashing against one another occupied the several moments between the king’s haphazard proposal and Lilith’s awkward acceptance, drawing out the silence, rendering it painfully present. Noku brushed a soaked tangle of hair aside, and left his right hand cupped against his temple in an embarrassed, pensive sort of way. His eyes flitted over the crests as they rose abruptly from the undulating pool, and at their ebbing, briefly pondered a suspect rose mist that crept inward from their outermost attention. His brain did not manage the calculation, however; instead, assuming a consistency more resemblant of the azure pool, and with a quantity of motion apropo of the passage of a rhinoceros through the same. That same said rhinoceros’ motion might likewise have been said subsequently to seek a secondary course of passage from the pool through the portion of the king it yet concealed. A moment more, and his glazed gaze fell about her form; another yet, his hands were upon her. The primordial motion passing through them both had blown what deeply bred shreds of composure lingered in the king to ribbons; there was no longer the meeting of a monarch and his subject; there stood between them no decrees of state, edicts of status, or presuppositions of posterity. Only the flesh prevailed, adamant and supreme in its antiquity; that first and true preponderance of all mortal beings to which every motion of mankind must pay due homage. Without violence, Noku vented his full force of passion in resuming what presence of mind had earlier rendered a struggle of wills-his own against his tutelage. He possessed her, in that moment; in the literal 'nine tenths of the law' sense: hoisting her slender figure effortlessly to his own, his eyes wild and severe, his breast heaving, his grasp irrefutable, his kiss ravenous.

It was engaged thus that the coupling courtiers entertained an unintended and unsuspected guest. Yul’s intrusion into the bath chamber remained unnoticed for several moments, after which, gathering his courage and mastering his embarrassment, he made his entrance upon their attention.

“Ah-...your majesty!” He stammered, and turned blushingly to the wall. The boy mustering his courage to speak again with flushed with red from embarrassment. “Your majesty, I uh...You...your presence...is being requested immediately in the antechamber! Your forgiveness, my lord; they said it was urgent!”

The pink haze clouding Noku’s vision parted at the familiar voice, and the accompanying moment of clarity brought to light the particular disposition in which the rosy figure of the elf was now more or less helplessly engaged with his own. The return of the mind precipitated the return of the will, and the stately king answered his servant’s summons.

“--Thank-- you, Yul; I --trust-- you can be counted on to engage their curiosity long enough for me to make myself --decent--”

“I uh, yes, your um...majesty, right away.”

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“NOW, YUL!”

“Ah!”

A rapid exit, and the bath chamber was as before; the same undulating pool, slick, dripping walls, entangled figures, and awkward silence. His gold and her lilac eyes beheld one another for many moments more before Noku lowered Lilith back to the water and poised himself once again as the king, full of all the posterity of state and status. He spoke with his former confident and easy tone, raising a hand to press to her cheek.

“I must go now; the demands made of the king have seen fit to cut my bath short.” He added a wry smirk and continued. “I trust you will manage in my absence; till tomorrow then?”

Noku did not wait for an answer; tearing himself from her, he exited the pool and made straight for the changing closet, his gait steady and even. He was swiftly dressed, in impeccable taste, and nearly beyond the door when he halted his progress. Turning to where Lilith still stood partly concealed in the softly rippling waves, he called out:

"Meet me tomorrow morning at the royal docks. We will set out early, in the hope this interruption will not be repeated."

The large door closed with a lingering echo in the vaulted chamber, after which, immaculate silence proceeded.