denton | ( 7 ) Let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone.

( 7 ) Let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone.

( He doesn't think he's ever seen Irisviel this happy.

Frankly, he wished he could have done more for her. A brief ceremony, held in the Einzbern's private cathedral. It felt trivial, compared to the trial it took to convince Acht to agree to this arrangement. They would have to make the most of it. For them, it would be enough.

But that's not to say he wouldn't make the occasion special for her, in whatever ways he could. Opting to carry Irisviel back to their quarters in his arms through the chill and the snow, never once breaking his gaze from her face, as though he wanted to etch her expression into his memory.

And it's through the doors, traveling up the steps they go. A normally mundane trip, roaming through the corridors of the Einzbern castle, made agonizing by Irisviel's eager anticipation-- and perhaps his own, as well.

But as soon as he's made it to the room, their room (a curious thought for Kiritsugu, leaving him strangely elated,) he wastes no time carrying her to the other side of the room, resting her delicately against the lofty bed, before leaning inwards to place a kiss atop her forehead. )

How are you feeling, my love?

( Yes, it was obvious she was excited. But her thoughts? He wanted to her them vocalized. )

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( With a gentle caress of his thumb against her cheek, he tells her, faintly laughing-- as if almost a wheeze. )

Then I will do my best to carry you.

( He was in no rush to push her, more than anything, intent on helping her savor the intimacy of the moment. But while she's perched on the bed like this, he thinks, he might as well unclasp the back of her dress.

It was... hardly the first time he'd seen the sight of her bare skin, his mind wandering idly back to the night he'd pulled her out of the disposal yard. Strumming his fingers, he traces over a scar on her back, emitting a heavy breath.

...Perhaps that was more concerning than he intended.

Meaning to correct himself, he inclines his head to lean in against her shoulder, pressing in a kiss and murmuring against her skin. )

You're beautiful, Iri.

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Didn't you just get done doing precisely that?

[Is it a low-hanging fruit? Absolutely. Was she going to miss the chance to tease him? Certainly not. With a soft chuckle and a hum of anticipation, she straightened her back a bit to let him get at her clasps easier.

A shiver goes down her spine as he unveils her back, anticipation running through her. His fingers go... straight for what feels like one of her scars. Oh, Kiritsugu. Always thinking of what causes him the most pain.

She giggles when he kisses her shoulder, and reaches back to stroke his cheek.]

I'm certainly glad you think so. This would be quite awkward otherwise.

On the wind, darling.

( He's quick to correct her. But... okay. Okay. The nearly irritable sensation of his lips twitching into a smile, he cannot seem to help it. As his fingers continue unlatching the clasps of her dress, he buries his face against her skin, brushing his lips against her scars. )

Is it wrong of a husband to want to shower his wife with his affection? ( Because he's not about to stop reminding her. ) Although I suppose, I could say you have a luminous glow to you-- even now. Nearly angelic.

( ~~Flatterer.~~ )

Angelic? [She manages, barely, to keep from laughing.] Are you going to ask me for a blessing, then? Or for a revelation from on high? My poor, befuddled supplicant.

[Somehow teasing him by implying he was coming to her on bended knee like that delighted her. Maybe it was nothing more than the sheer irony of it, given how much he'd given her already.

The idea that he held her up so high was appealing, too... and if he went a bit overboard with it, well he could get a little dramatic at times.]

( What is this? There she goes, teasing him again. Not that he minds. He's content where he is, peeling away her dress; nuzzling his lips against her back, planting soft, reverent kisses against any newly revealed scars-- as though, yes, worshipping her. He knew how fragile this happiness of theirs was, that he may never see her this elated again. So, for now, he'd help the mood linger, for as long it would last. )

For myself, I need nothing. ( As well as indulge her wide-eyed fantasies, of course. ) Rather, a blessing for our happiness. For our child's future.

( Once her dress bunches at her hips, his arms twine around her waist once more, pulling her against his slender frame. )

[Their child. Oh, that gets to her. For a moment, she's too wrapped up in joy and eagerness to tease. Too busy loving the concept that he's offering to her. Nevermind that this is hardly the first time they've talked about it.

As her dress slips from her body, pooling at her hips, it's felt more real.]

There's no need to ask, then. Not when I long for that future more than anything, my love.

[She moves with his embrace easily, placing her hands at her sides, arching her back just a little to push out her chest... hey, she's still willing to tease him at least a bit.]

( He considers how she would want this. It's not not a position he's ever been in, himself; to guide someone through the motions of intimacy, trying to recall how Maiya first guided him.

Until he can gauge what she likes, he thinks, he ought to be gentle for now, and makes to roll her on to the bed, engulfing her in his warmth, guiding a hand up to his tie. Encouraging her, even. She was allowed to touch him, too.

Oh, but it was obvious to him what sort attention she craved, at least! Snaking a hand down to her bosom, pawing at the supple flesh. )

[She moves with him easily, giggling as he lays her out on the bed. How he managed to get her hands to his tie, she's honestly not sure. Perhaps she was distracted for a moment.

It would certainly be hard to blame her.

It's obvious what he's suggesting she do, regardless, and she's more than happy to oblige. Her lithe fingers make quick work of his tie, undoing the knot effortlessly, pulling the two ends away from each other, one in each hand. The feeling of his strong hands fondling her chest interrupts her for a moment, pulling a groan from her and essentially obliterating her concentration.

After a moment of simply enjoying herself, though, she tugs him down with the undone tie regardless for a quick kiss before tossing it aside, intending to move right along to the buttons of his shirt.]

( It's melodious the noises she makes, every little giggle or moan. Encouragement to continue caressing her, rolling her nipples between his fingertips. He easily falls against her when she tugs at her tie, musing that they fit against each other well.

Moments when Kiritsugu is able to forget his pain are rare, but in this moment, he's caught up in the sensation of her lips colliding with his own. As his prods his tongue past her mouth, his hand glides down to her hips, carefully removing what remained of her dress, and pushing it down to her limbs, his fingers then stroking through the fabric of her panties, watching her face carefully for any reactions. )

[There's so much that's new to her. So much that she's never had a chance to feel before. And his touch, the pressure against her in spots she's only had touched lightly if at all before, send shivers through her body, down her spine as goosebumps prickle over her skin.

Her dress is gone, and she couldn't be more eager. His fingers trace over the thin fabric of her underwear, and she lets out a soft, startled sound as her hips rise to meet it, a cry that vanishes into his mouth as his tongue moves to meet hers.

It's too much, yet not enough. She wants to feel everything he can do to her at once, and she wants to return it as best she can. Her fumbling fingers pull open the buttons on his shirt, awkward but remarkably quickly, and she moves to divest him of it, eager to feel his bare skin under her touch.]

( He wished he could have enjoyed it more. The feeling of his wife's hands tracing over his flesh, a sense dulled by a handful of scars and calloused skin.

It's frightening, in a way. How long would he be able to remember his wife's touch? It's what causes him to press down against her frame, rubbing through the fabric with a fabric with a heated fervor, wanting to make sure that she was 'ready.'

His tongue, too, explores her mouth greedily: tickling her with the tip of his tongue, idly suckling her lip. )

[Gasps and cries leave her lips, only to be swallowed up by his squirming tongue and hot mouth. Her hands roam his body as his fondle between her legs, wettening her folds, dampening her underwear. This pair is going to be a loss.

She could not possibly care less.

Her hands go for his belt after a while of touching him. Fumbling, she manages to undo the latch and tugs at it.]

( He can tell where she's going, causing him to audibly gasp, breaking the kiss. As a hand remains at her thighs, slipping away her panties, the other rises to cup her cheek, softly brushing his lips against her forehead. )

What if I... wanted to give you more than this, Iri?

( He'd been hesitant about this. Wanting to speak up all night, afraid how the words would tumble out. But now, holding her face close to his own like this, he was speaking to her with an almost terrifying clarity. This was far from the first time he's brought up such a sentiment to her, but, the longer he spent holding her-- now, as his wife, like this, he felt he would no longer allow himself to be deterred. )

[Tugging at the belt until it's finally removed from her way, Iri sets it aside, somewhere on the floor, and moves to keep going-

Kerry's question surprises her, if only because she's a little confused as to why he'd even need to ask this.]

I'm... not sure I understand. Weren't we giving each other everything tonight?

( Well, that's not what he meant. Not quite. It's true, he did intend to give her his utmost attention and care, giving himself over to her in body and mind. But, how much longer could he stand to watch her suffer in silence like this? Raised as a sheep for slaughter, caged within the walls of this godforsaken castle? More than anyone else, she knew that he hated this life for her. )

No, I--. ( Her shock takes him aback, perhaps he should have made his intentions more clear. ) I think I'm beginning to realize what matters to me.

( It's not the grail. )

And I don't want to see you locked here for another eight years.

( In spite of his confession, Iri will find he is quite visibly aroused as she strips away his trousers. As for himself, his fingers have found their way in her hair, for now, languidly pulling through the strands. )

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[Okay, she had thought nothing could startle her out of her focus on her objective.

But he just managed it. Her hands, having just stripped off his pants, freeze. Her mind stops for a moment, and she turns to stare at him, wide-eyed and clearly disbelieving.

She cannot have understood that right.]

But... your dream. Darling, what's brought this on?

[She stares into his eyes as if she'll find an answer there.]

I'm tired, Iri.

( Emotionally, mentally. It's shocking how blunt that comes out. In this moment, he's simply compelled to hold her, aware of how unsettled he'd made her. He can't have that, he thinks. Not now. Pulling her face in closer to his own, he works to soothe her. His hands roaming, working to massage. His voice as if meant to lull her. )

I don't think I could stand it if my dream we predicated on the suffering of the one dearest to me.

( It's not something he's willing to tolerate. Not anymore. )

[This seems so sudden. So out of nowhere. When did she become so important to him that he'd throw away everything he'd worked for all his life just for her sake?

Surely this isn't acceptable. She has to say something. Talk him down from this line of thought. But all her beliefs on the subject were just parroting him to begin with. It's not like she knows enough about the world outside to know why they should protect it.]

What are you saying, beloved? That we should just... run?

[Run away, out of the hands of the Einzbern family, to... where? And with what purpose? Would this mean the end of his dream?]

( It's not as if he hasn't told her to do this on her own before, to run away. Were it only her, the Einzberns would create a new grail. But, as everything stood now, it was becoming clearer to him he could no longer suppress his feelings. How could he justify the death of his wife-- the woman so enthusiastically pressed to mother his child?

He could feel the pain flaring up in his chest, clinging to Iri's tiny frame in his arms, realizing just how fragile she was. )

I could take you far away from here, Iri. And give everything to take care of you, and our child.

( She'll try to deter him from this, he knows that. Yet, he feels as though he's not prepared to let her. Was it wrong of him to want better for her? )

I know you could.

[There's nothing but faith in her voice, because there's nothing else in her heart. She knows, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that if he put his mind to it he could bring them far outside of the Einzbern family's reach.

But the cost involved would be grave.]

You would never have a chance like this again. To save the world. To bring a lasting peace. We both know this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

[He'll never have another shot at the Grail, and what else could possibly grant his wish?]

I know, Iri.

( He's aware of the choice he's making now. That much, he wanted to make clear. Was it... still so difficult for her to see value in her own self-worth? )

Nor would we have any assurance I'd be successful.

( That was always a concern, too. How fair was it, really, to sacrifice her on a 'maybe.' )

Simply, perhaps I ought to take care of what's in front of me.

( Knowing that she'll probably find another way to rebuke him, he inclines his face, lips meeting hers, gingerly planting another kiss against her-- in a way, silently asking for her approval. )

[Somehow, that stops her mind dead in its tracks. She knows she should be trying to stop him. That this is something far too important for her to be selfish about it.

But now the thought creeps into her mind. What do they do, if they go through with the plan, Kiritsugu seizes the grail... And it fails?

Herself, gone. The child they're about to create, trapped. And for what?

The horror of the possibility paralyzes her. And then he's kissing her again, and the alternative opens up. Something... safer. Less reliant on one huge role of the magical dice.

She shouldn't just go with the safe option, should she? But he's being very convincing right now...]

( Well she's not attempting to pull away or struggling, so he's assuming it was okay to proceed. Rolling better into position, slipping his cock between her thighs. Not wanting to rush her until she was certain, but making his intention clear. Barely pulling away from her face, he adds: )

This might be slightly uncomfortable for you, at least, at first.

( Thinking she ought to know what she's getting into. An oversight on his part, certainly. Considering it shouldn't be outright painful, at least, given how long he'd dedicated to getting her in the mindset, he hopes. )

[If the only consideration in this was how well he was pleasing her, he'd have won the argument by now easily. And he hasn't even made it inside.

Though, he's getting close, as she realizes when he settles between her legs...]

It's necessary, right? Like working out a set of muscles I've never used before.

[Stretching them, to be perfectly accurate.]

I'll be fine, my love. You nearly had me distracted from the matter at hand, though.

It's kind of like that, Iri.

( So long as he has her attention diverted, for now he'll continue with his explanation, as he strums his thumb against Iri's cheek, gliding his arousal against her slit in a gentle tease. )

Like elastic, actually. You might feel a little tight at first, but your muscles will expand with arousal. Over time, it should become easier for you.

( Assuming she wants to have sex after tonight, that is. As ever, Kiritsugu hasn't the highest hopes about himself. )

Ah-- but if you find penetration painful, ( as some women do ) there are other ways I can pleasure you. More than anything, I want you to be comfortable, Iri.

( Frankly, it would pain him if he did harm her. )

It's fine, darling. I'm not scared of a little stretching, or pain.

[Surely in comparison to so many of the things she's already been through, it'll be easy to weather.]

Certainly not given what I'll be receiving in turn...

[She'd deal with a lot more in order to be this close to him.]

( He wants to tell her that just because she can-- no, has endured such unimaginable pain, doesn't mean she should force herself through anything unpleasant, no matter how small. But, much like his desire to run, this is a matter he feels he ought to drop for now. He snakes his hands to rest atop her thighs, gently pulling them apart.

For her, he'll start slowly, delicately pushing his cock past her entrance. )

Just remember, you have control, Iri.

( He doesn't want her to think she cannot tell him to slow down, or stop. And, with that, he begins to swerve his hips. )

[If anyone knows that sometimes, a little pain is necessary to get what you really want, it should be him. But she's not surprised he's so much more protective of her than himself... or really, anything else.

She spreads her legs for him easily, letting his hands guide her. And then, when she's nice and open... there he goes.

The feeling of being spread open is enough to get a shocked little gasp out of her. She wouldn't call it painful, maybe not even uncomfortable. It is something she's never felt before, though, and it's difficult at best to put her thoughts into words.

Fortunately, she's pretty sure she doesn't have to. She just breathes in, relaxing herself as best she can, trying to wrap her head around the new sensation. A quiet murmur leaves her lips.]

Feels... strange. Keep going, love.

[The last part she consciously adds, knowing that if she didn't, he might misinterpret her.]

( He's painfully aware of her, from every sigh to the tilt of her head. Fortunately, for him, his fears are eased. Watching her slowly sweep into a state of relaxation. 'Keep going?' Well, perhaps he ought to help her. )

Here, you'd probably enjoy this, darling.

( For now, his thrusts are slow, languid. He's reaching up to cup her wrists, guiding her hands to her own breasts, thinking she could stand to learn to pleasure herself as his hands moved elsewhere. His fingers so suddenly rubbing her clit, the right hand sliding underneath her rear. )

[As his hips start to slowly rock, her body does the obvious thing and adapts to having him inside of her. Funnily enough, the first thing she really notices is how warm he is. Her insides grip onto him as he moves within her and for a few seconds the thing she feels most is heat.

Her hands go with his gentle urgings and she starts plucking at her own nipples, finding them far harder than she'd realized. It's at this point she realizes the heat isn't just coming from him. She's heating up down there too. Somehow this realization comes along with a clearer set of feelings, and the shape of him becomes more obvious. Maybe because her inner walls are wrapped around him so close and she can finally feel it properly now that she's starting to stretch out.

Honestly she's not certain of any of the whys, she's just going along with it at this point. Trying to think it all through was helpful while her body was still adapting, but it's rapidly becoming counterproductive. And then his fingers find her clitoris and for a moment it's utterly impossible.]

Ahhhh! Ohhh my, I was not expecting that...

( It's reassuring. Though he'd prefer to see her lose herself in her pleasure, she at least appears to be enjoying herself. He can work with that, he can aid her along-- even finding himself lightly smiling at her as she explores her body. His hand begins to grip and fondle at the soft flesh of her bottom, aiding him as he pumps into her at a steadier pace. )

Enjoying yourself?

( His voice almost ragged. But it's something he's quite enjoying, himself. He'd always detached himself from the closeness or warmth of physical intimacy before, never knowing how to perceive such attachment with the added stress of a mission. But now he had the freedom to explore them, with his bride, over the child they were about to create.

His fingers remain at her folds, deftly skimming against them. )

[The more she can properly feel this, the closer she gets to that point. Her body clings to him as he pumps his way in and out of her, and little tingles of delight are starting to slide their way up her spine.]

Mmmmm... yes, I- oh!

[His fingers stroke up her slick lower lips at the same time that he thrusts into her, and she's interrupted with a sudden shock of pleasure. Oh yes, more of that, that's precisely what she wants right now, and her hips rock up towards him in hopes of getting more.]

( Oh, she's getting into it huh? That's actually... quite encouraging for him. With the way she bucks her hips, he doesn't even think to ask if this is okay. Merely raising his arms to circle around her back, opting to pull her in closer as his pace becomes hastier, more erratic.

For Kiritsugu's part, the sensation was something even he wasn't quite sure he'd felt before. The pure elation of merely touching her, holding her against his skin, her scent overwhelming his senses, that he could forget himself in this singular, blissful moment. Were his thoughts more coherent, he'd wish the same for her. To forget the pain she endured, to think of only her life going forward.

Grabbing the back of her head, his lips inch closer towards Iri's own. )

[She can feel him everywhere, it seems. Even behind her, now that his arms are wrapped around her, holding her like that. It's exhilarating, though the star of the show is still the space between her legs, of course. Between his fingers and the feeling of being thrust into, her mind is quite unable to focus on anything else. Which she figures is the entire point.

His lips are near hers all of a sudden. She didn't even notice he was coming closer until his hand caught her head like that. Parting her lips, she moves to meet him, their kiss swallowing up her cry as she feels a spark jump form her loins and burn through her whole body. This can't last long, but oh she's going to revel in every second.]

( Right now, keeping her happy is his single-minded fixation. Mechanically thrusting his hips for as long as she can tolerate. Swallowing her lips with his own, gliding his tongue into her mouth, all while his chest push down against her own. His fingers remained at her clit, vigorously rolling his fingers in circles.

He can steel his mind until she's sated, he thinks. Giving himself over to her like this, in body and spirit; entranced by the way her cheeks flushed, the way her eyes glistened. )

[He was giving her entirely too much for her to withstand it. Her moans and cries were swallowed up by his lips, but they were all she had to offer other than mindlessly clinging to him, fingers gripping his back, nails pressing against his skin not out of any actual desire of hers, but simply because she was too far gone to realize.

Every second, every movement built her up, wound her tighter. She could feel the moment approaching, inevitable and overwhelming. She yearned for it, grinding and bucking against him shamelessly as she got closer, closer, almost there...

Her whole body seemed to tighten as she went over the edge, the kiss breaking when her back arched too much for their lips to stay together, letting her final wail fill the air, her vision going white.]

( He hardly minds it. It is what Kiritsugu wanted for her, after all. To feel loved, cared for. With the way she grips and digs her fingernails into his back, he can tell she's getting where she needed to be, thus, allowing himself to slip with her. Keeping up with her growing pace, thrusting into her cunt until he feels her back arch-- causing him to collapse against the bed, his seed spilling inside of her.

With his cock still firm inside of her, he doesn't think to pull out, not yet. But he does want to simply hold her, dote on her in this shared state of ecstasy. Pulling her into his arms, his fingers thread into her hair, lips nuzzling against her forehead. )

How are you feeling, knuddelbär?

( Raspy voice and all, did he just...? )

[For a few moments she's just... floating away, mentally and emotionally speaking. She sighs in bliss and just gives off a soft cooing sound as he pulls her limp body up into his embrace.

She does manage to hear what he says to her, and giggles in response, nuzzling into him, heedless of the stubble rubbing on her face.]

Like I'm floating on air, geliebter.

I told you I'd carry you, didn't I?

( That was the intended effect, yes. For Kiritsugu, himself, a surreal feeling. Happiness like this never had a tendency to last, he thinks. It's a life he's submitted himself to. It's not a life she should have to endure.

He breaks that chain of thought when she returns his affections in kind, the sensation of her touch feeling heightened by his own arousal. Did she always feel this warm? )

Mmmm, so you did. And so you have.

[Or, are. Depending on how one looks at it. After all, she's still feeling that way. Like the world's just... fallen away, and the only real things are her, him, and this ecstatic floating feeling.]

Not that I ever doubted you.

( He's content to merely rest beside her, despite everything, really. Still feeling noticeably erect between those thighs, even as he tilts his head to meet her neck, brushing his lips against the soft flesh there.

He was in no hurry to relieve himself, but his growing sensitivity was becoming somewhat maddening. )

Well then, may I wrap you with my wings?

( He's not quite sure where he's going with this metaphor, but hopefully, he means to invoke an image of protection. )

[Okay, she can't help but chuckle in delight at that.]

You've already got me wrapped up.

[Quite true, with his arms wrapped around her like this, and hers around him in turn of course. She squeezes him gently, still not quite noticing his predicament at the moment.]

Or did you have something else in mind?

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( 7 ) Let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone.

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Can this be the universe in which they run away?

I'm certainly not gonna say no

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I need to stop dying on you

You can always revive!

:3c

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Help him....

We all know there's no saving him