It’s late after the fete. Aleksander is tired, and he feels like he’s been wrung dry by the king’s idiotic questions. He doesn’t even notice his little sun summoner in his bed—sound alseep. He feels strange about the stag and the collar—like it would be one more burden he would bear. Taking her power from her feels wrong, and though he detests morality, maybe there was another way to own her power, without forcing it from her.
He disrobes, and changes into casual pants and a black tunic. He loved the kefta, loved what it symbolized but just like all who weild power, the kefta was a heavy burden to bear. Sometimes he just wanted to be Sasha again.
He gently shakes Alina’s shoulder. “Solnishka, did you have too much kvass?” He hums, and kisses her cheek. He hopes she’s alright, regardless he can hear her breathing, and his hand goes to the soft curve of her ass.
Alina was tired. After the excitement of the Fete, she had slipped away into Aleksander's rooms...rooms that were slowly becoming their rooms. She couldn't remember the last time she had slept in her own bed. After undressing and washing up, she pulled on one of her new black nightgowns. The Darkling liked it when she wore his color.
As was expected, the General of the Second Army had more duties to attend to than her, and he had said she didn't need to wait up for him. Alina crawled onto his large bed, slipped beneath the sheets, and let out a contented sigh. His scent enveloped her, soothed her, and it wasn't long before her eyes closed and she drifted off to sleep.
An hour or two later, a familiar hand gently shook her shoulder. Alina smiled when she heard the pet name he called her in private, solnishka. "No, I didn't," she lied, lashed fluttering open as Aleksander kissed her cheek. Her face was still flushed, and her eyes were unfocused and dreamy.
A hand slid across her bottom, making her inhale and smile wider. She reached up and grabbed the front of his tunic, pulling his face close enough to kiss him softly on the lips. "Get under the covers with me...I don't like sleeping without you."
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Date: 2021-12-17 01:10 pm (UTC)He disrobes, and changes into casual pants and a black tunic. He loved the kefta, loved what it symbolized but just like all who weild power, the kefta was a heavy burden to bear. Sometimes he just wanted to be Sasha again.
He gently shakes Alina’s shoulder. “Solnishka, did you have too much kvass?” He hums, and kisses her cheek. He hopes she’s alright, regardless he can hear her breathing, and his hand goes to the soft curve of her ass.
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Date: 2021-12-17 01:32 pm (UTC)As was expected, the General of the Second Army had more duties to attend to than her, and he had said she didn't need to wait up for him. Alina crawled onto his large bed, slipped beneath the sheets, and let out a contented sigh. His scent enveloped her, soothed her, and it wasn't long before her eyes closed and she drifted off to sleep.
An hour or two later, a familiar hand gently shook her shoulder. Alina smiled when she heard the pet name he called her in private, solnishka. "No, I didn't," she lied, lashed fluttering open as Aleksander kissed her cheek. Her face was still flushed, and her eyes were unfocused and dreamy.
A hand slid across her bottom, making her inhale and smile wider. She reached up and grabbed the front of his tunic, pulling his face close enough to kiss him softly on the lips. "Get under the covers with me...I don't like sleeping without you."