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

[problemagus]

( 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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[problemagus]

( 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...? )

[homomculous]

[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.

[problemagus]

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? )

[homomculous]

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.

Help him....

[problemagus]

( 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. )

We all know there's no saving him

[homomculous]

[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?