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not me sitting here pondering how toned and muscular the judges are beneath all that armor

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SENTENCE STARTERS | FIRE EMBLEM : HEROES ( STORY MAPS )

feel free to change pronouns if needed ! ____ signifies a place where you can insert a name. 

❝ Kill all those who stand in your way. ❞ ❝ I’m sorry that you’ve been thrown into this brutal war with us. ❞  ❝ The next time you see me, we will settle this once and for all. ❞  ❝ I wish that we had met as allies. ❞ ❝ I hope you’ll forgive me for what I must now do. ❞ ❝ What a shame that a person with such skill is fighting on the wrong side. ❞ ❝ Nothing against you, but I’ve been hired to do a job. So now, you’ll die. ❞  ❝ I will stop you here, at the cost of my own life if necessary. ❞ ❝ You don’t look very impressive. Not compared to a renowned lady like me! ❞ ❝ I know, more than most, how painful it is to lose someone precious to you. ❞  ❝ I thought I’d be facing an opponent who was at least slightly worthy of my time. ❞ ❝ Why do I keep losing? It’s really not fair! ❞ ❝ I do not wish to war with you, but you came here…so war it is. ❞ ❝ I may lose a fight, but never a war. ❞ ❝ Tell me…Are you afraid to die? ❞ ❝ We will fight, and I will win. It’s as simple as that. ❞  ❝ I would like to take this opportunity to state that I don’t usually dress like this… ❞ ❝ I couldn’t care less what those who hire me stand for. My job is to wield this sword. ❞ ❝ I will give you one last warning. Get in my way, and I will be forced to kill you. ❞ ❝ No matter how hard you try, your resistance is meaningless. ❞ ❝ Do you want to get married or don’t you?! ❞ ❝ I have lived as a knight and I intend to die as one. ❞ ❝ With you by my side, there’s no one that can defeat us. ❞ ❝ I hope you aren’t underestimating me just because I’m cute. That would be a big mistake. ❞ ❝ Are you going to entertain me or not? ❞  ❝ It’s hard work chasing down such fine specimens of manhood, but someone has to do it! ❞  ❝ Why do you insist on behaving like a child? ❞ ❝ A true ruler cannot let their own selfish desires lead them. ❞ ❝ You show up out of nowhere and claim you’re trying to save the world? Sounds shady to me. ❞ ❝ I’m not comfortable putting you in danger… ❞ ❝ I’d follow you to the depths of hell just to lay hands on that neck of yours. ❞ ❝ Here and now, I swear this to you: I will never leave your side again. ❞ ❝ Call me a coward if you want, but I’m retreating. I’m not dying here. ❞ ❝ To think you pointed your weapon at me—a king! ❞  ❝ I’m not leaving your side. I will protect you. ❞ ❝ You’ll even throw away the lives of your people to make an escape… Pitiful. ❞ ❝ What will you do—protect your people, or let them die? The choice is yours. ❞  ❝ You’d give me orders? Do you imagine you can enforce them? ❞ ❝ The time has come to settle things between us. ❞ ❝ I want to become stronger…so don’t hold back! It’s time to fight! ❞ ❝ Submit quietly and you will not be harmed. I swear it. ❞ ❝ There is no need to spill any more blood today. ❞ ❝ I feel bad killing you, but it was your mistake to come here. ❞ ❝ Lest you think my talents are limited to magic, let me demonstrate my skill with a blade. ❞ ❝ What vexes you more? Is it my strength, or your weakness? ❞  ❝ I will defeat you myself, and your death will not be an easy one. ❞ ❝ Just come along quietly like the sweet little lamb I know you are. ❞ ❝ You aren’t yet well. If you want to recover, you need some rest! ❞ ❝ My sword thirsts for the blood of men. Would you become its prey? ❞ ❝ Looks like I need to teach you a lesson! ❞ ❝ Now that I’m here, there’s no way we will lose. ❞ ❝ You know what they say… The enemy of my enemy is my friend. ❞ ❝ Be still. You’re too wounded to move… ❞ ❝ I know you, and you have a way of getting what you want. ❞ ❝ I can show you no mercy. Kill me, and don’t look back. ❞ ❝ If you think you can kill me, you should probably give it a try. ❞  ❝ A ruler with no concern for his people is no ruler at all. ❞ ❝ I will put an end to your rule. I will put an end to your life. ❞ ❝ I don’t know how much longer I will live, so I will treasure each moment I have left. ❞ ❝ I have my pride. I will not withdraw without a fight. ❞ ❝ I do not care if you do not like my order. You will obey. ❞ ❝ I hope you like the dark. I’m about to drown you in it… ❞ ❝ All I’ve ever desired is a country where war and hunger are unknown. ❞ ❝ You have no right to call yourself a king. ❞ ❝ My blade’s only purpose is to kill. ❞  ❝ I’ve got a delivery to make. I don’t have time for a fight… ❞ ❝ I’m sick of being helpless. I won’t be a burden anymore. ❞  ❝ If you ever need someone to talk to, you can come to me. ❞ ❝ I know we’re not bound by blood, but…I care just the same. ❞ ❝ I’ll always be at your side, no matter where you may go. ❞ ❝ I will now show you how weak you are. ❞

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stingslikeabee​:

Out of all the things that Melissa had expected to hear from judge magister Jarvis Ghis, the very man describing himself as a ‘scoundrel’ without a moment of hesitation had not been among her predictions. As he further elaborated on his youth, the Bhujerban’s expression displayed the colors of surprise, amusement and (renewed) interest in rapid succession, as if the dancer was a human kaleidoscope of emotions. The woman even paused whatever her hands had been doing, just listening to him - the last bit about him even being in jail once…

…Incredible, really.

After the judge, however, confirmed that his own knowledge of Bhujerba was very much lacking, that seemed to bring his lover back to the land of the living and earned a good-natured chuckle in response, Melissa moving to press a kiss to his cheek and resume the bath; as much as it was a chance for them to get cleaned from the activities of the morning, it was also a moment to relax; to offer some respite to the muscles and limbs already abused in the early hours of morning while pleasing each other.

“We will be circling back to your younger years in a minute,” Melissa advised with a spirited grin, and something that Ghis had undoubtedly expected; one did not share such a delectable morsel of knowledge before the Bhujerban and hoped for her to be anything short of obsessed with that information. But Melissa had something to work out first, which clearly was something that had been at the forefront of the magistrate’s thoughts a while ago in her bedroom.

“I certainly intended to expose your excellency to all things Bhujerban when the invitation was made last night - I hope I have been delivering to your satisfaction,” the brunette then nodded in an almost comical fashion, the gesture meant to evoke respect - but it looked remarkably out of place when one considered they were both undressed, sharing the same bath after climaxing together and engaging in such intimate acts, “But these whispers and gossip from Archades, I’ve heard them. Bhujerbans are regarded as uncivilized creatures because of our lack of shame, the flaunted skin, the warmth in our greetings and the way we are so fond of intimacy. Women from the Sky City are expected to be easier to take to bed; the men are deemed as some sort of charming rascals.”

Despite the words, Melissa did not look to be offended; in fact, she sounded amused. For the dancer, who shared the bloodline of both countries despite identifying with just one of them, it was a sad endeavor - that Archadians felt the need to repress so much and lived in such misery explained why her father had migrated; and perhaps even why men like Ghis did end up captivated by someone so far removed from the notions of a ‘desirable’ match by local standards. “They are also not wrong; a part of our culture is centered around intimacy and affection. We are taught to understand our bodies, as well as the one of those we hope to take as lovers and spouse. There are ancient scrolls with techniques and advice; recommendations for happy marriages and to avoid routine from settling in. For Bhujerbans, to be with another - as long as both wish for it - is a part of life; we do not meet intimately just for children.”

Melissa smiled, knowing that the general impression in Archades was far different; not that having intercourse with another before marriage was not allowed or punishable by law, but it certainly had additional social repercussions that were not echoed in Bhujerba… Or other countries. Archadia had certain rigid moral notions that were, quite frankly, absurd by the standards of other nations, particularly their great enemy to the west - Rozarria. “Considering how precious space is in the Sky City, we have also developed other means to ensure that population growth is kept under control. The Bhujerban lilac is extremely popular because of its flower and the oil you can extract; it has been used for generations to help avoid the undesired pregnancies… And it looks quite lovely; you’d see plenty of them in homes and squares in Bhujerba, they can be grown indoors without any hassle.”

Now that, Melissa hoped, would put Ghis’ mind at ease; these were no lies - his next trip to the country would prove everything she just spoke of, not to mention could be cross-checked against any of the local library’s books. The Sky City had an unique situation among all of the countries in Ivalice - physical space, water and other common things were scarce, precious commodities; more than the magicite, the Ondore administration had to look after a number of things that most nations did not care about if they hoped to remain gently floating in the air, closer to the moon and the stars.

“Which brings me back to your performance,” the dancer grinned again once the more serious explanations had been given - and Melissa wasted no time in leaning against his arm, chin placed over a shoulder of the magistrate and peering up at his face with a rather impish look on her features, but a well-meaning one; it wouldn’t be difficult to spot the hints of affection and tenderness there, the matters of the heart mixing clearly with the cravings of the body, “I sincerely hope you are not ashamed or regretful of your younger self. I have nothing but utmost adoration for the man under the armor, all of them. The one with me today, or the version I did not meet from years before - I’m sure I’d have grown to need any and all of your sides.”

   Unlike Melissa, Ghis hadn’t stopped any motion of his hands across her. Carried alongside his words the man often used his hands to convey the weight behind each spoken syllable; he gestures this way and that way before fingertips again brush over the curve of her spine, draping water over those not so easy to reach places before finding a brief pause when she takes a turn to talk. He doesn’t respond with anything verbal, initially, just a nearly pained grin for the idea of continuing to unravel those secrets wasn’t necessarily something he wanted done. However, as he was swiftly beginning to notice, there isn’t much about himself that he would not openly divulge if she pressed.

   The look doesn’t last for more than a few seconds before it is replaced with something softer and perhaps a bit more amused entirely. That she was claiming to be all things Bhujerban was not a subject he could contest. As far as he knew, she was correct, and that every action taken up to this point was nothing but Bhujerban in nature. He too sees the hilarity in the notion and slowly reclines his back against the wall of the tub to listen, to enjoy the embrace of warm water across a battle worn body.

   Perhaps one of the choice moments too for him to remain quiet and provide no comment on her repeating ideas and words of those around the city; there had been no particular personal sway in his mind towards the people of Bhujerba, but the continued efforts by the Marquis to make a bad situation worse certainly had shaped his opinion to be less than favorable. The two of them were stubborn headed and putting them together in a room to create decisions that would ultimately affect the whole population and beyond was simply a recipe for disaster, and though Ghis wouldn’t admit readily that sort of flaw in himself, it might very well be the same reason Vayne had sent him along in the first place.

   “Are you saying I should begin to expect the unexpected where our love making is concerned?” he asks with a tone of entertained mirth. “Maybe I should schedule a glance upon these techniques for myself.”

   Though that idea is suggested almost as a jest, he may very well follow through. It all boiled down to time, which despite the extensive period they’d been given for the day, was still the greatest enemy of them both. And as Melissa continues to speak and run over the problem of people in a very limited location, he considers the fact that he had never truly wondered how they prevented such an issue from becoming worse than it might already be. The Empire was bottle-necking their resources as a form of cooperation and something inside him twists at the idea that she had suffered in such a manner from his actions. Nothing he could propose now would change this, not without bringing into question his reasoning behind such a shift. For now he won’t try to linger on such things, made easier when Melissa begins to snag the gossamer threads of his attention with the mention of his younger lifestyle.

   “Perhaps you will have to teach me the means of this plant’s care; a curiosity for certain, but I would find any reason to remain near you, welcome,” he replies as a poor attempt to steer the conversation elsewhere. It doesn’t seem to work as she moves in closer and continues. Raising a hand to trace his knuckles greatly against her cheek, Jarvis cranes his head over to press a kiss over her temple.

   “I have a great many things to regret in these long years, Melissa, though not one of them involve you. My younger years before all this are an embarrassing endurance of disobedience against my parents and their wants, perhaps not in the eyes of someone raised beyond this city, but many would not send kindness to that manner of information.”

   Ghis breathes a sigh before running a wet hand through his hair, slicking it back into less of an unkempt mess. He hadn't had a chance to make anything of his own appearance since their late night escapade into the bedroom, and it would be unlikely that he would be offered a chance to look (in his eyes) presentable without first visiting his own home. How fortunate he is that few could pick him out of a crowd in the absence of his regalia.

   “I do have an inquiry for yourself that is removed from such dreary notions; was it Drace who concocted the idea that kept me in the dark of your extended stay? That woman confounds me. Her apt decision to continue meddling in my personal affairs is both maddening.. and endearing.”

#(GHIS) IC #stingslikeabee #fingerguns @ u #this one got away from me oop #ghis rambling in his brain instead of out loud

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stingslikeabee​:

There was something incredibly enticing about the loss of control - just as Melissa had completely surrendered to the magister by the balcony, Ghis now offered the same courtesy in return by letting go of any restraints and once more indulging the woman seated on his lap. As the man spent himself completely, his lover moved a hand to their joined bodies to push herself over the edge again, their kisses somewhat muffling the groans and moans of pleasure this time - but not doing much for the noise of furniture dragging over floor and for the breeze carrying their voices once they disconnected.

The Bhujerban’s second orgasm wasn’t as powerful as the first one - but so immensely satisfying that it had the woman echoing the laughter from Ghis with a chuckle of her own, heads resting close to each other and figures still interlocked in the same position, despite the necessary adjustments performed by the magistrate. The truth of their actions showed that, indeed, Jarvis Ghis had fallen under the spell of the dancer who had just finished another of her private performances - there was apparently nothing that she would ask of him that the man would deny, even without a single drop of the madhu in his veins.

But that hadn’t been a plot to try and find leverage against the magister on behalf of the Resistance, or to obtain some sort of unreasonable advantage from Ghis for personal gain - Melissa simply enjoyed the ecstasy of sharing the apex of an intimate act with someone; the Bhujerban was as physical and personal as they came, and there were very few actions that represented such commitment like a joined climax. The afterglow moved the woman, her gestures finally tender after assaulting the judge with something akin to ferocity and violence, and laughing quietly at the idea of Ghis needing to dismiss the complaints from her neighbors.

As the man, however, posed his next questions, the dancer sighed sweetly and with undisguised contentment on his lap, gazing at the judge while pretending to think about his suggestions before nodding at this final query. If the magistrate looked at the woman with some newfound affection and kindness reserved for no one else, the same could be said for Melissa - her hands combed his hair away from his face and trailed the sides of his visage with familiarity already - as if they had been in bed with one another for months and not just since the prior night.

“You have explained in detail why the work of a magister is a lonely one; I can imagine this is also why I have never heard of one with family beyond parents or siblings,” the brunette murmured, pressing a kiss to the judge’s mouth - but a soft, chaste one to the side of his lips. Melissa closed her eyes, seeming to take a moment for herself before indeed moving to dislodge herself, their figures separating at long last.

Perhaps it was all rooted in a rather dramatic part of the Bhujerban, but she felt cold; like there was a vital piece missing already, but Melissa instead focused on finding her footing and holding out a hand for Ghis to follow her. They evidently required a bath more than finishing breakfast - and if the Bhujerban was bothered by the warmth that threatened to escape her body and trickle down her legs, it did not show; if anything, the dancer looked perfectly content.

“We both need another good rinse before we can finish eating - come with me and I’ll explain what I meant earlier, but only if you also disclose a few secrets,” the brunette smirked at the judge while he pulled himself up and their hands locked, Melissa looking at Ghis with a mix of wonder and greed; as if she had found a secret stash of treasure and had hopes to keep it all for herself, as selfishly as she was able, “You must tell me how is that a judge magister of Archadia can delight a woman in such scandalous ways. I would gladly let myself be arrested on grounds of disturbing the local peace if it meant singing your praises, kanta.”

The two of them moved to the bathroom where they had been in the night before, although now Melissa was not in the same hurry to have them get some sleep or to allow the judge respite from the madhu. The Bhujerban started the bath again, gesturing for the man to get inside ahead of her while the woman selected whatever salts and lotions she wished to use, retrieving another particular vial from one of the cabinets and leaving it in plain sight for later. After a while, the brunette joined her lover inside the tub, not even bothering to pin her hair up - she just drifted closer to Ghis, hands running over the wet skin of the nearest arm to help wash him while they talked.

“The assurance you require is in that small bottle over there,” Melissa murmured while focusing on the cleaning duties for now, although her eyes did flicker to his visage, “Jarvis, last night you said that Archadia was an impersonal society while Bhujerba was the opposite. Do you know anything about our customs surrounding physical intimacy and pleasure?” and despite asking with honesty, the dancer had an inkling of the judge’s response; his mission had never been one for tourism, and it upset her to a degree that he had never paused to admire that things she loved the most about the Sky City - it was a good thing that he was such an avid learner now in his free time.

   There is some degree of relief that comes with her initial reply. He hadn’t much of a cause before to divulge the dictating notions that controlled much of not only his life, but those of his peers. Their seemingly celibate lifestyle could have easily been choked up to an outsider’s naive perceptions of selfishness, that their power and positions were not meant to be shared with the passions of a heart, and for some it was certainly true. Ghis knew for certain that a few amongst their numbers would have chosen to follow their bodily requirements for attachment, that mental shield which one could place their burdens onto another and be safe, if the choice presented itself. It brings him to ponder if they already had, and were simply better at hiding it than he was being. 

   Taking her offered hand, Jarvis follows her from the bedroom without hesitation or question, though he may spare a glance towards the abandoned food. It’s a notion for later times the turbulence in his stomach; whether or not he was feeling such things because he was actually hungry or simply being affected by their actions, he didn’t know. He had not ever felt such a swell in his chest over nothing more than gazing upon another. Perhaps it is both, though only time will tell him for certain. 

   “Hm, some secrets are better left to the imagination, my dear,” he responds with some degree of redness tinting at the edges of his ears. Why should he find shame in speaking over such things? They’d acted out scenes in her bedroom of which he had certainly played the part of, several times beforehand, though without the tangible sense of a lasting pleasure. 

   “I will confess to you, however, everything you wish to discover,” Ghis states this while watching her motions through the smaller room, climbing within the tub. “The man and Judge before you were not always such, of course. I think few people ever really stay the same over the duration of their years but I doubt you would recognize who I was, even if he were to stand right before you now.”

   Sighing, Jarvis eyes the vial but deigns to make a comment upon it, continuing on with his explanation as she climbs into the bath with him. Leaning forward and away from the edge of the bath he is keen on sharing those touches with Melissa, cupping a handful of the warm water and letting it run down the curve of her back. 

   “I had been quite the scoundrel, and very few are privy to that past, with none willing to speak upon it. My years before being shunted into the military were filled with a plethora of intoxicating drinks, harlots, and a general disregard for any manner of decency. Fortunately my father’s connections removed all records of such from any archives, including the single time I had been on the opposite side of cell bars. Apparently, the vigorous routine of becoming one of Archades’ finest did not leave me without the.. particular knowledge of how to have a woman left breathless.” 

   He chuckles almost sheepishly at that, turning his head to gaze upon the vial again when Melissa speaks about it, and then some manner of surprise crosses his features. Apparently, his lips had been far more loose in their night than he had actually realized. Much of it was still readily intact but the words only a faint suggestion  towards what was spoken. Ghis remedies the emotion by running a wetted hand through his hair to slick it back and keep it from his face. 

   “Nothing outside the general gossip that floats about Archades, and my men when they think I cannot hear them. Obligations often leave little time to experience where travel takes us. The infantrymen certainly have a better grasp on locals than I can afford to obtain; the price of sitting at the head of the table I suppose. A good thing indeed that there is someone around who can enlighten me,” Jarvis counters with a smile.

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stingslikeabee​:

The judge’s motions were met with the few adjustments needed on her behalf - sinking knees further into the mattress and bringing her hands around Ghis, the dancer enveloped the magister as if he had been trapped by a pair of constricting snakes. It had been once an imagery favored by Melissa - thinking herself a venomous viper hiding under the pleasant, exotic flowers presented outward, but now nothing remained about that original agenda. Her grip was strong not to suffocate the man, but to further anchor herself and ensure their shared ecstasy would be met without further delay.

Ghis’ words, however, made Melissa gaze at him for a second and slowing just a bit, breathing ragged and difficult given his own incentive by holding and squeezing her flesh. The Bhujerban knew what he meant, of course - what stunned the woman again was the insistence around consent; permission; authorization. It warmed her heart even more, as if she had been left behind in the sandseas near Rozarrian territory, and it only intensified the desire to move in to kiss Ghis on the mouth again. “I am certain - you need not worry about consequences; I’ll explain it all later,” the dancer whispered what sounded like a mix of plea and promise, hoping to have his worries soothed and convinced enough.

Melissa couldn’t fault his care - in all honesty, the fact that the magister continued to surprise her at every turn was, in itself, a marvelous development and of the type she could only welcome. The woman’s heart had spoken and decided - it would have Jarvis Ghis and no one else; that in the intimacy of her own home he just proved himself to be more desirable and admirable was purely a bonus and incentive. Even if the judge had came to be some sort of untamed beast with the madhu or anything of the sort, it would take real danger and a terribly upsetting scenario for the Bhujerban to force a separation later on.

But as it stood - distance was the last thing she wished for; the woman pressed herself against her elected lover, Melissa picking up the pace and bringing it back to the rhythm she had favored until the interruption for her reaffirmation was necessary. Melissa was unaware of the thoughts swimming in Ghis’ head, or even the incredible danger that she had inserted herself into already - by betraying the Resistance in all but name, the dancer had turned into an enemy of her own homeland in the eyes of the Marquis; it wouldn’t be long until that farse could no longer be played, and some sort of reckoning was called for.

To be dismissive of the consequences that their romance could bring about would be indeed a foolish endeavor; but Melissa couldn’t fully well focus on anything that was not immediate, raw pleasure (and the invariable certainty that pulled at her heartstrings, knowing her choice to be the only possible one). Forsaking home for Ghis and working to soothe his harsh existence with some goodness (or kindness) came first, even if the magister frequently claimed to be undeserving of such graces. In fact, the dancer was the one who felt to be below his attention and care - not when one lied so much.

And yet - nothing could stop her greed now; the almost irrational drive pushing the Bhujerban forward, keen on retaining not only the man but the judge close to her at every possible moment available to them. Ivalice was bound to think differently and shift in order to force them apart at some point, but not then; for these additional few, precious seconds that seemed to drag and transform into eternity, Melissa needed Ghis to unravel together with her one more time.

And then another, and another, and once more… Until they had claimed back all the time lost amidst doubt, opposing political forces and every single shred of common sense.

   Her actions thereafter leave the Judge trembling; between the affirmations that he was free to continue without hindrance and her apparent lust to have him do so, not much could have had him considering anything less than fulfilling their wants. His heart races purely upon the idea itself and he doesn’t voice any warning this time. The way he grasps at her grows more firm, his lips keen to lock with Melissa’s own, and he refuses to withhold the deep groan that rolls up from the back of his throat. It’d been a great deal of time since he had ever dared reach his climax while fully seated within another, and Jarvis would be a liar to say that the heat wound around him wasn’t sparking stars behind his eyes. 

   He lets out a breathless laugh just afterwards, nearly unbelieving that she had been willing to let him do something which felt more scandalous than their actions on the balcony. And yet, he trusts her, in his entirety does he believe that Melissa has some plan behind this allowance (though he is uncertain what might come to pass should he be wrong). 

   Allowing for shoulders to sag as some quivering exhaustion washes over a trailing euphoria, his grasp marked with dull nails loosens, and Jarvis reaches upwards to draw the strands of hair from Melissa’s features. 

   “I daresay there will most certainly be complaints lodged against our commotions here,” he says with amusement. “Perhaps it remains fortunate that I have the ability to see such motions silenced.” 

   Leveraging his height, Ghis pushes just a bit further from the edge of the bed so Melissa won’t be at risk of sliding off his lap while they bask in the glow of one another, his grip sliding upward to rest at the small of her back instead. There is a certain expression he shares with her as well, as if he was staring into the beautiful gaze of a deity rather than a foreign agent, of whom he still was woefully unaware the true purpose she had been meant to serve. It’s questionable now if he could even believe such a notion, or that he would have the will to act upon such news. Especially while in the ardor addled state his mind remained entangled in, Ghis was as much a prisoner to his heart as she had become. 

   “I am beginning to question if we will have anything accomplished on this day or if we are to use these waking hours in your bedroom,” Ghis muses while tracing an idle line up along the curve of her spine. Not that the idea seemed particularly atrocious, quite the opposite in fact, but he was certainly curious if this had become her intent. If ever was there a reason to be tired he wouldn’t seek that exhaustion in any other form. 

   Peering down between the two of them, where they remained joined, Jarvis feels a dull throb through his loins. A reminder to himself, if anything, of the thoughts that had been swimming upriver against the current of wanton filled notions. 

   “Do you understand my.. hesitation?”

   He won’t yet raise a query towards whatever it was Melissa had conjured up as a solution to their arising dilemma; if she was truly so confident then he was not about to continue to squander whatever this new opportunity was. Jarvis had always held back in his younger years, been careful, and in the moments where he wasn’t his parents were swift enough to step in and stop their son’s appalling behavior from tarnishing their reputations. He’d done what could be done to leave them behind; his problems were his own, now.

#(GHIS) IC #stingslikeabee #nsfw #i feel like we could end this one #where ghis eventually does have to leave to #go visit the palace and make sure #he doesnt actually have anything to attend to for the day #WHENEVER THEY GET TO THAT POINT LOL

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stingslikeabee​:

Unlike Ghis, Melissa had skipped many respectable stages of seeking permission and approval - but obtaining it somewhat retroactively from her lover made it all worth it. The judge, however, had been onto something - the verbal declarations of need and hearing one welcoming these advances between desire-fueled motions offered a peculiar type of allure that was hard to dismiss.

But the Bhujerban had not been too focused on that aspect - something anyone would be readily to confirm given her almost ruthless sequence of movements and the way that she had claimed control and the most prized seat of them all in the room. Unlike their first night, Melissa’s actions had more of a pacing and vigor than echoed a carefully elaborated choreography for Ghis - a consequence of his own breakfast teasing and the fact that she had been utterly spent a moment ago rather than just brought to the edge.

The absence of the madhu in either of their systems and the sunshine brought an unexpected clarity to their interactions, too; it was impossible to deny that the attraction shared between judge magister and performer was not genuine. The Sky City’s trademark drink hadn’t been responsible for creating something out of thin air - it had but been the catalyst of desires silenced for far too long. The way Melissa moved above her lover was nothing but a fierce demonstration of adoration and willingness to have him as close as she could, at all times.

Melissa’s hair grew tangled with the movements, particularly with how mindlessly she tossed the tresses aside whenever they got in their way. Moving hips up and down over his own member and gasping softly at the delightful sensation of Ghis filling her completely and going rigid while inside his partner, the Bhujerban eventually leaned forward - one of her palms was flat over the unmade bed next to his head, the other trailing a lazy path from his neck to the very place where their bodies were joined in a rhythm set by the dancer composed solely for his own pleasure.

From that spot, it went right, landing over Ghis’ own hand and adding pressure there similarly to how the woman had done in the prior evening. It fueled her - to be held, gripped at, touched, explored; Melissa enjoyed the closeness as much as the skies and fresh air of her homeland, and craved it like some sort of addiction. Bowing down for a stolen kiss, the Bhujerban slowed down for a few moments only - just so he could appreciate the perfection of their union; the minute detail of how slick their bodies were and the heavenly sensation of almost sliding off his lover to be eagerly reclaimed, down to the hilt and once again encased in warmth.

“You were not exaggerating about your stamina last night,” the playful whisper came across the magister’s lips, the woman lingering above him during what felt like a pause - but it wasn’t; with the temporarily reduced pace, Melissa had more control over her muscles to actually squeeze him tighter, the awareness of her own frame and unique strengths honed by the dance resulting in curiously helpful skills for lovemaking. “You are my favorite audience in all time, my beloved.”

It was sincere flattery - Ghis kept surprising Melissa with his dedication and it made her fight harder for a suitable reward. Not that it wasn’t pleasurable for the Bhujerban - her own face and voice betrayed the delight of not only being in control but also causing that swell of desire and then seeing it resolved. The woman was far from suffering - it was an excellent way to break their fast by succumbing to their hunger for one another; a dangerously addictive routine, if only the magister did not have a master elsewhere within the palace and Melissa wasn’t required to perform for a public that she no longer cared for as much as she once did.

But for now, Vayne Solidor was a distant memory; Melissa just wished to see Ghis coming undone for her once more. 

   Her explicit desire to be touched had not gone unnoticed; Ghis was no slow learned man and he was keen to untangle every aspect of Melissa, in the bedroom and otherwise. This would certainly be no exception and knowledge filed away for whichever use he may find of it, but in this particular moment, he takes it to heart, and traces a none too gentle path upwards. With a firm grasp his hands find purchase around her hips to drag her down and keep her pinned against him, if only temporarily. 

   “You will find I rarely overemphasize anything, Melissa, it is not in my nature to be a liar,” he hums. Whatever ounce of power he had supposed in keeping her still over his lap was diminished greatly when she wound tighter around him, sounded with Ghis murmuring quiet expletives in response. When he manages to settle again his words carry some sense of urgency to them.

   “You are certain in that I should ask for no pause,” he asks this while removing a hand from where he’d anchored her down. Using that same freed palm, Jarvis uses it to push himself upwards to instead sit there on the edge of the bed rather than lying down, ever careful to adjust and keep her from sliding off him. “I’ve no quarrels with that added pleasure but there is much to consider after.” 

   Where he had been grasping onto her, his hand had moved to instead grip into the plump flesh of her rear, with the other soon to join. Between Melissa’s motions and his underlying need to devour every aspect of what bodily enjoyment they could find at the moment, Jarvis was not going to find himself lasting much longer. Whether or not it would be a final satisfaction also would entirely be up to Melissa; she wasn’t wrong in having said they had days to make up for. 

   Perhaps it too is a statement upon himself that he has been more considerate towards the repercussions of their potential actions. In his title there was a great deal of thought that needed to be placed into one’s actions, especially when it veered towards the idea of love and familial consequences. Much in the same vein he could do as many others might and simply abandon any responsibility, the lurking weight of nothing more than his word plenty to make problems disappear. But he won’t, he couldn’t, not without that crushing sense of ruining the only good thing he’d ever had happen in his life. For something that seemed so simple, Ghis understood completely how complicated it would become. He ponders a fleeting thought that he will need to further explain that notion to her. It was not a normal pondering to bat around the idea that having ties was dangerous, that them being together was not only hazardous to the Magister, but to anyone that he cared about. Normal people did not have to worry that their happiness could send a killer to their home. It was precisely why those in his rank had donned the weight of living their lives without the added comfort of another, and if they did otherwise, took whatever means could be afforded to secrecy. 

   Ghis knows too that he had failed grandly in that particular notion, even if he deigned to acknowledge the whispers that floated about the two of them. Being here, though, in her home and listening to Melissa sing the praises of his name, made all the worry ebb and flow away for the time being.

   For now, Jarvis will enjoy the way that she moves against him, pretending as if everything was right and nothing wrong with the world around them.

#(GHIS) IC #stingslikeabee #nsfw #feeling exceptionally normal about this reply #it's fine we're fine #ghis is doing great #(also i hope you feel better soon ;w;)

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stingslikeabee​:

At some point, even with such a lust-addled brain, Melissa recalled some of the words uttered by Ghis at the very beginning of their time together, almost as if they had still been testing each other’s boundaries and preferences - the magister had claimed to be well-versed in the execution of pleasure; now, after coming undone for him a second time under less than half a day, the Bhujerban could fiercely corroborate these proclamations.

Everything about Jarvis Ghis spoke about a focused commitment to do nothing but drive his lover mad - not a pause for sharper breathing, no complaint for a sore jaw or even the damage that the position could have on his knees. It was as if the judge had deliberately removed his own concerns from existence, dedicated only to her. A loyal dog of the Empire but only beyond the walls separating them from the streets of the capital; at the Bhujerban’s home, he was a servant of the woman who had surrendered every single shred of control to him.

Melissa held nothing back - no sliver of decorum or worry about what he would think of a woman that spent herself in such a vulgar way (before the eyes of many), who greedily offered her own body and voice as some sort of tribute. The coupling of his digits and his tongue deep into the dancer and brushing just perfectly against the already sensitive and stimulated anatomy yielded not only obscene cries of ecstasy for those next door to hear, but the convulsions that the judge seemed to eagerly absorb with eyes, mouth and hands, removing himself from his lover’s vicinity only when she looked to be no longer possessed by something unholy.

Melissa needed a moment more than her favorite magister to open both eyes following the orgasm - but still had the time to capture his smile and the commentary that was made shortly afterwards, the Bhujerban content to ignore all the rest of the food served while Ghis seemed to refuel. A heartfelt laugh was earned from the dancer in response to his approval of that morning routine, and one that the brunette wholly-hearted appreciated as well. Feet seeking purchase on the floor and forcing the torso forward with a soft sigh, Melissa wriggled herself free of the sleeves that still miraculously clung to her damp skin, leaving the garment before while pushing herself off the chair.

Not much movement was needed to reach the magistrate - and for a woman that looked so incapable of action or movement a few moments ago, her gestures were surprisingly fierce. Melissa paired alongside the judge, almost aggressively returning whatever remained of the fruit to the table and not even bothering to place it on the plate. If Ghis had been the perfect gentleman asking for permission, the Bhujerban took the opposite route - her hands sought his and the brunette abused their linked fingers to steal a kiss that was almost a bruising one, tongue darting out to taste everything: the tonic, the ripe fruit juices, her own peculiar flavor.

It was also how she maneuvered both back to the bed - knowing the layout of her own quarters was a helpful skill to have the judge magister eased into claiming a seat at the edge of the mattress. The only reason the chair had been ignored was due to how cramped it would feel for both of them, since Melissa was determined to repay the favor and give Ghis something of a good morning memento.

“What if I said it was about to improve?” her actions were obvious - once the judge was supported by the bed, she lost no time in climbing onto his lap, a hand then going to a strong chest and pushing him back, “You asked for a dance - you are getting one now,” Melissa’s actions were a far cry from his elegant and paced motions - the Bhujerban was outright commanding him to lay down in a similar position of the previous night, however chosen just because it allowed her to exert the effort required rather than him - a kindness hidden in the almost comically urgent way she manhandled and assaulted Ghis without a care for how absurd it would have sounded to the average Archadian.

“Don’t you dare abandon me on the stage this time, Jarvis,” her voice was close to a dark hiss; the undertones of a threat were present, albeit she meant it from a place of pure lust and need, “Not on my behalf, I beg of you. Now - tell me if you want me to stop,” Melissa finally said in what seemed almost a paradox, considering the way she barked orders and issued commandments as if the woman was a full-bloodied Solidor - her smile, however, was a teasing (but sincere) one when the Bhujerban angled herself to begin repaying Ghis’ generosity.

   Within a curious gaze Ghis watches her every move, satisfying himself with another dig of his teeth into the flesh of the fruit. Though he could not say that this particular course of their actions had been planned, the Judge was certainly thrilled in the direction it was taking.

   Some surprise, however, colors the Judge when she becomes quite emboldened. Until this point she had been nearly entirely respectful and so he cannot be prepared for the hidden ferocity. Ghis doesn’t even have half the notion to speak out against her intrepid action of having taken his breakfast straight out of his hand to deposit it on the table. Fortunately, it is assuaged only a second later when she directs these strong emotions into their kiss, and he knows immediately that she is not yet done with their antics in the bedroom. 

   He moves alongside her steps and only faintly realizes that she has guided the both of them back to the bed, the general direction being his only clue as his back is to it. There is even a degree of hesitation on his part to separate from the kiss. Her words are more than enough to have him without a lasting sense of what was only minor dismay. With her question she doesn’t give, again, enough time for Jarvis to even speak out a reply before he is being ushered into the plush embrace of the mattress again. 

   “Melissa, I do not think the gods themselves could convince me to ask for your pause,” he chuckles just after his reply, at the notion itself and the situation that they’d found. Reaching for the simple desire of wanting to keep as much contact with her as possible, his hands rest atop her thighs. This time he will find a perfect contentment to simply lie there beneath Melissa. Unlike their passionate night fueled with his intoxication on her behalf, Jarvis was not so frenzied to finally move on from what had been stray dreams and daytime thinking, those moments had left quite the yearning, and his impulses were finally answered. 

   Every part of him had been overjoyed as well to see that she was in a likewise state, and he might very well go beat himself up later over how blind he had been. Though, this self flagellation would have to be done well out of the sight or sound of Drace, as she would never let him live it down how right she was. Something for another time; his attention is wholly dragged away from such things when Melissa finally sinks down onto him. 

   Breathing out with a soft groan over the (even slight) relief, Jarvis lays his head back into the sheets, unable to take his eyes away from Melissa. True to her word it was indeed a dance. Her display meant just for him was doing nothing short of stirring that burning pot of his own arousal, untempered by how long he’d let himself go longing.

   And even though he had spoken his unwillingness to ask for her to stop, he isn’t sure if he can abide by even his own words. That idea of what might become of their combined actions otherwise, is a lingering thought across the back of his mind.

#(GHIS) IC #stingslikeabee #nsfw #i started thinking again about the contrast we #are going to end up having between this thread and the next one we have planned lmao #two ends of the spectrum that also tangle into one another #amazing truly

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stingslikeabee​:

A light shiver went down the woman’s spine as Ghis spoke again - however, it would be hard to determine if had been originated by the way his hands so effortlessly re-arranged Melissa in the seat for his benefit or the content of the words. Perhaps the judge was growing aware to some of the preferences of the Bhujerban - they shared an inclination for being vocal, by means of genuine displays of satisfaction or as a tease. To hear a judge magister enunciate his focus on consent and in receiving her praise only further enticed his lover, something surely noticed right away in how needy she was.

“Jarvis…” his name fell from Melissa’s lips with a wanton quality to it; the open windows to the balcony or whatever the new neighbors could think of the Bhujerban now living close to them was of no relevance to the dancer. If Ghis enjoyed hearing her voice serving as a medium to the feelings he caused in her, the woman was more than happy to comply - hers were no empty or faked moans and sighs, but sincere ones; in all of Melissa’s time across all over Ivalice, there had been few men who had been so determined to see her come undone.

Even less of them Archadian; not one a magister. There was no hesitation in the dancer to respond to his lavish touches, feet seeking to form a closed circle of limbs over the magistrate’s figure and unconsciously keeping Ghis prisoner. The Bhujerban’s hands moved in a different direction, seeking his hair and grabbing at the longer strands without concern for decency - the fact that the man styled himself with dedication and cared to look a certain way were unimportant right then; Melissa needed him as much as seemed intent in devouring her.

The Bhujerban’s head met the tip of the backrest of the furniture, and there it stayed - the angle favored lips to remain parted, breathing growing shallow and interrupted by the more audible moans and gasps whenever his tongue flickered against a most sensitive part of hers or pressure was added in a from that made her squirm and squeeze around the man. It took no small amount of resolve on Melissa’s part to bring her own skull forward, eyes blinking open to watch Ghis work on her - and the sight made fingers grow almost vicious in their grip.

A string of untranslated words were whispered then - and even if Ghis had no mastery of the language, he would probably garner enough to understand that they were meant to acknowledge his talents (much was said how one reversed to the mother tongue in times of distress or pleasure; Melissa was clearly under no suffering, unless one considered the mounting to a new orgasm to be sweet torture). The woman writhed in the seat then - wordlessly directing the judge to a particular angle which made her sing louder.

“Jarvis…” his name sounded again, but with a different note of urgency. Melissa’s hands slid down his face, the grip slippery now that beads of sweat trickled down her body given the intense movements and the sunshine over both of them. Her eyes were transformed by the building ecstasy, and the warning clear - the Bhujerban was impossibly close. Although he had mentioned that one of his visions involved precisely that type of activity back at the Leviathan, it was the dancer’s turn to show some appreciation for communication and permission, as fragile as it was and despite how selfish her acts had been thus far.

If the man didn’t wish to truly avert his fate, all he needed to do was to continue - Melissa had no shame in offering the very raw pleasure that Ghis had been looking for. In fact, the dancer ardently hoped the judge would finish the task he had started and drink her until the last drop like the most exquisite nectar of all Ivalice.

   More than confident in his ability to keep her thighs from closing around his head, Ghis continues in his actions unhindered. Every sweet sound out of her is met in full with a continuation of whichever way his tongue had pressed or moved. She would be a conductor dictating his every move and he would happily oblige. Having her hands entangled in his hair proves to be a likewise encouraging reaction. 

   Hearing her speak does have Jarvis opening his eyes to peer upwards from where he had buried himself between her legs, a soft hum leaving the Judge as he can only take an amused guess towards what it was she was saying. Perhaps it is better to simply leave it up to his imagination; much in the same way his motions were uninhibited his imagination was running rampant, an untamed plethora of potential ways which he could get her to this same point over and over again. Not now, of course, unless that is what she wanted, but they had an entire year ahead of them. 

   Unwinding an arm from where he had anchored her, there is not much in the way of warning before his focus shifts. Taking his two longest fingers and sliding them through the folds of her heat, his tongue traces circles around sensitive nerves. Waiting just long enough to thoroughly wet his digits Ghis then presses them inwards. He would do his damndest to make sure that Melissa was going to feel nothing but bliss, as if she wasn’t already steadily climbing to the summit of his every touch. 

   Even when she does finally reach the peak, he has no plans to stop. Unless she begged him to relent, Jarvis would continue with every ounce of what he had to offer, until her body ceased trembling and the threat of over-stimulation took over. From there he simply resides on the floor and gazing upwards with the satisfied grin of a man who knew well enough that he was, without a doubt, the luckiest person alive (even if he couldn’t fully appreciate how it was true in more aspects than the obvious). 

   Reaching up to gingerly remove her legs from around his head and withholding a groan from having been on his bare knees, against the rough texture of the balcony floor, Ghis takes his turn to stare down at her while half leaning on the table. 

   “What a fantastic start to our day,” he comments with a soft laugh. Glancing away from her, he reaches out to take hold of the half eaten fruit he’d been eating just before. Taking another chunk out of it there really is no heed paid towards the way that his body still readily displays how much desire had risen up in response to hers. It is not the first nor would it be the last time where he would have to deign to alleviate that particular problem. 

#(GHIS) IC #stingslikeabee #nsfw #shunts this back over to you #i feel like her neighbors would absolutely be terrible about #complaining over the noise #typical archadians #how dare they let themselves get so loud and indecent smh my head #LMAO

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stingslikeabee​;

It seemed that the sobriety offered by sunshine and the soft colors of the view outside did nothing to diminish the judge’s own ardor either. While the Bhujerban had thought that the madhu might have worked to bring out a side of the man that had been previously buried by mountains of politeness and decency, it appeared that she had been wrong. It did not vex Melissa - to be continuously surprised in such positive and delightful ways by the one elected by her heart was nothing short of a gift from the gods themselves.

His kiss was one that, despite being short-lived, worked wonderfully to instigate a hunger for something that not among the treats offered for breakfast. And when Ghis mentioned that not only the man but the judge himself was one available to her, the dancer hummed darkly in response. Her voice was still melodic, but carried an edge of something quite unique and made for his ears alone, accompanied by a glint in honey irises that followed the magister’s every action like a hawk. 

And, perhaps to the surprise of many in Archades, Melissa had no desire to interrupt or have Ghis stop speaking; his declarations of desire, the magistrate’s ingenious play with words were an open instigation for her own daring nature, the brunette experiencing a most curious duality right then: a mix of being regarded as some sort of special prey of an individual who had the power to claim anything he wished for in all of the capital, and yet who willingly placed himself on his knees to adore the Bhujerban as if she was a deity of times long gone and he a mere devout, pious man.

It made the woman’s blood run hotter for him, eyes burn with appreciation and mind intoxicated with a particular sort of power that his motions and speech granted to her. That game that Ghis initiated was one that Melissa had no need to put a stop to - and it showed in the way her legs parted easily, both feet dragging over the carpet like a well-rehearsed move to set the dancer in the right position for a particular routine. Her figure moved forward - a display of flexibility that was innate to the woman and also honed as a work skil, enabling her to speak face to face with the judge without seemingly being in pain by the angle or the effort.

“If you still have concerns about being improper within the thresholds of this home, then I have not been successful in casting your worries aside - your honor,” again, the playful evocation of his title, nothing more than a mere tease; their interactions, with both of them disrobed (although her own arms still wore the sleeves of the useless piece of clothing), were hardly appropriate for anything else in the public eye, “The only thing that will have me offended is if you fail to follow your heart. I expect you to feast on me, Jarvis, if that is what you hunger for. I will allow for nothing else to occupy your mind,” the woman said, pulling away as if that meant some authorization for him to go ahead.

And then, the Bhujerban made herself comfortable against the backrest of the chair, eyes fixed on the figure of Jarvis Ghis kneeling over the carpeted floor and leveled to her own core, the dancer on full display for his senses - in the night before, she had claimed to be the only thing to give him peace of mind (and satisfy the body); Melissa meant it, and was frankly admired and felt delighted by the fact that, as an Archadian, the judge seemed to be as comfortable in his skin as one of the Sky City. In all her time - the dancer had met very few who seemed to take the teachings about intimacy and love of Bhujerba to their heart.

Ghis was a remarkable pupil in that regard - but that was likely not what Ondore imagined when he sent his agent to the Empire with orders to bring the magistrate to his knees.

   While the Madhu had indeed unlocked an aspect of Jarvis that he had thought well enough locked away, as he had swallowed that key years ago, he was not so ready to seal it away once more. There had been something simply freeing in acting out upon the whims that were a far cry from the imperial title that weighed him down, a dog let off his chain, as it were, and the only way he would ever come running back is when duty called his name. So, of course he felt not a modicum of shame, not even as she meets his words with a sultry reply of her own, and definitely not when Melissa makes herself as an offering. 

   “Concerns.. Perhaps not the right word. I will always ask, in every instance, both because I seek that unmistakable degree of permission, and that I desire to hear you wanting,” Ghis says this while placing his hands upon her thighs. His motions leave them sliding with a languished crawl across Melissa’s skin until he hooks them beneath her knees, using his upper strength to pull her closer to the edge of the seat. No sooner than when he accomplishes this do his lips press against the inner flesh of her thigh. Peppering kisses here and crafting himself a path upwards, he eases her legs to rest over his shoulders, murmuring from there between them. 

   “I ask, because I want to hear your answer waver as I hope to have you seeing the stars above, to feel you quiver under my touch, and that there is no question for anyone to wonder if I treat you right.” 

   He chuckles at that notion, wholly aware that the opened balcony door would give no aid in silencing any noise that might become of his actions. It was very easy grounds for disturbing the peace, but it’d be simpler than swatting a gnat, to have those charges tossed into a fire pit and reduced to fluttering ashes. It is less than a concern, not something he will think upon, not as he finally delivers them both to the fruition of his intentions. 

   In a beginning motion the flat of his tongue runs across her folds, basking in her eagerness for him. This particular course of action was not one he had found himself in, for quite a great length of time now, but he tackles a determination to see her pleased by the end of it. He’ll only have to listen and feel for how she may respond to him to have his answer, that guidance that might yet still be required. He repeats the same action a couple times before taking a teasing swipe across her clit, only vaguely aware how his own body was starting to react. Jarvis might take it into account later but for now it was only Melissa where he was willing to place his thoughts. 

   Letting his eyes close so he might truly succumb to her reactions, he’s given yet another delving draw of a taste through her heat, faster this time and swirling around her clit afterwards. Of all the ways he could have ever considered his coming days to play out, it certainly was nothing even close to where he was now. Without having a single indication of her being in the city he might have just gone home and rested alongside the cold silence that came with an empty bed; he would happily trade such a dreary isolation for this enjoyed company, in a heartbeat. 

#(GHIS) IC #stingslikeabee #nsfw #i think secretly he knows that his talking turns her on #and he is already using this against her for his evil* #(*evil being a direct want of his to show her in every way shape and form #that he loves and wants to be with her) #and honestly he would be just as happy doing #nothing more than sitting around a room with her for company #HE JUST HAPPENS TO BE TAKING ADVANTAGE OF NOT HAVING ANYONE BOTHER HIM

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@stingslikeabee​ asked:

"I have a very serious query for you, of the kind that has robbed me of sleep before," Melissa enunciated with classical drama - by then, Gabranth knew it was anything but that concerning or important, but she nonetheless took her sweet time to dislodge herself from the previous position, crawling up to rest over his chest and look him in the eye.

"The magister armor," the dancer began, her honey-colored eyes moving briefly from his form to the bits and places of sharp edges and incredible weight that were all scattered over the floor by the bed. They were incredibly cumbersome and time-consuming to get on and off a judge, and the only reason that saved the process from additional complaints was because the Bhujerban hardly dressed with simplicity.

Between the two of them, it was hard to determine who was the worst individual when it came to yielding to desires born in the spur of the moment.

"Have you had any say or voice in how yours was designed?" a pause followed, and then Melissa make a face that was a comic mix of amusement and displeasure, "I am half hoping you had no choice but to wear this because if the judges can decide... Then I would gladly die before I ever ask the likes of Bergan as to why his is so abominable. That man has no ounce of fashion style and a personality to match, no doubt. Your is..." her face changed, and the Bhujerban struggled not to laugh for a moment, "Passable."

   Raising his arms from where they’d been resting nearly carelessly at his sides, Noah wraps them loosely around Melissa’s form when she chooses to negate whatever distance might have once been between them. He didn’t mind in the slightest, this change in proximity.

   “When you become a Magister, you are brought before some of the finest smiths in the nation. It is less a choice and more so a collaboration between the message you wish to send upon those that face you, be them friend or foe, and the craftsman who adjusts or offers suggestions according to the actual protection that can be afforded. I think if anyone can appreciate the weight of appearances, it would be you,” he hums contently.

   “As an extension of oneself, this armor as as much a protection as it is an identity. I could waltz through the roads of Archades and not only would my armor betray my allegiance, but it would hail warning to the manner of person that approaches. It takes a trained ear but every cacophony of metal we shed is unique; mine is a far cry from the burdening noise of Bergan.”

Tracing a casual and slow line along the gentle curve of Melissa’s spine, his actions are idle and an afterthought of their enjoyed warmth, there in her rented bedroom. One of these days they might yet make it to his humble home, the place largely unused and certainly would welcome the touch of a lively person. Unlike the others, he hadn’t lived in Archades long before turning to the military, he had nothing to his name that was worth guarding.

   “I am glad that you find mine to have been a favorable choice in design, for how offensive it must seem.”

#(GABRANTH) IC #stingslikeabee #drops this old ask onto the dash #/fingerguns

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stingslikeabee​:

The idea that the magistrate was willing to spend several more hours indoors was a tempting one, and also the type of declaration that had a pleasant type of warmth spreading over her limbs. The woman smiled adoringly in return, but was momentarily distracted with the breakfast until Ghis’ voice echoed in the room again with a reference to words exchanged just prior to their bath and subsequent hours claimed by exhaustion.

Nodding, Melissa raised her head to look at the judge, occupied with the drink intended to help dissipate whatever effects of the madhu insisted on remaining behind. A small chuckle followed, but only because her manners at the table, at home, were not those of a normal Archadian - in the absence of the cutlery for cutting up and eating the actual food available, one was frequently required to deal with hands and teeth, and some of the juice of the fruit picked by Ghis lazily trickled down his face in a vision that would never be a fitting one for the imperial majestic halls.

But for the intimacy of Melissa’s own abode, it was endearing - and the brunette approached him by moving her own chair to the side, hardly a huge deal of effort being necessary given the short distance that separated them. Her left hand sough his face, a thumb brushing over his lips and chin delicately to remove the excess of the juice from there, the digits cleaned with a sweep of her own tongue and lips next. A messy eater, man would claim - the Bhujerban would be ready to contend she was just unconcerned for decency.

And really - the look of the magistrate towards his lover, the fact she barely worried about covering any of them and the words that evoked her proposals during the prior night did not seem to suggest the man terribly offended by their apparent immodesty. “You have tolerated the madhu quite well, Jarvis - you remember much more of what was said and done than the average Archadian,” the dancer commented with some strange sense of pride, but her bread had been finished by then and feminine hands rested over the table after the unprompted caresses given to him under the guise of cleaning up food residue where no napkins were available.

“But I indeed said that - it felt to me we both went for too long without acting on the impulses that drove us last night. I would not like to repeat the same mistake,” Melissa said with remarkable ease despite the content of her words, hands picking some grapes next and separating them from the stems in her own plate, although her gaze did not stray from his face, “You just referenced your duties now, Jarvis - and perhaps this makes me a very selfish woman, but I would like to occupy your other remaining hours. They can have the judge as long as I am allowed to keep the man,” the Bhujerban’s bold claims were backed by how the brunette leaned backwards in her seat when she was done with the fruit, a folded arm holding the weight of her head while they traded stares.

It did not do much to help the piece of fabric over the dancer; with her constant gestures, it came undone and left them both in the same grounds of undress. There had been no shyness during the prior evening when they achieved that state, but now it was morning - a sober one, and yet Melissa’s eyes shared the same color of the intoxicating drink of the Sky City and her intensity had not been dimmed by sunlight at all. She meant every word said while they devoured one another.

“Is that a reasonable request from my side, Jarvis?”

   Though her actions could easily be framed as tender affections, he doesn’t find himself mistaking her intentions, and the way that it stirs something low in his loins. There are more than a few thoughts that conjure up within his head and it is only because of his resumed need to talk that he doesn’t get to linger over them long.

   “I would like to believe that I am far more than the average Archadian,” he replies with a hearty laugh. Had nearly anyone else suggested something similar he might’ve been talking to the tune of a different emotion, perhaps an outrage, or some likewise offense. For Melissa, he only sees her comment as something of a tease. This side of her seemed to mirror himself, far less reserved when in the private setting of one another. “And I do not think it would ever be possible to forget such a grand performance that night! One I will surely have to enjoy again, some time soon, perhaps. When is your next?” 

    Ghis continues the tease poised as an innocent caricature, an admiring fan of her craft, and it would definitely not be an incorrect assumption. He did, truly, love watching how she moved alongside the beat of a Bhujerban tune, but his allusions were certainly towards something that was not so publicly available- that dance was for him and him alone. He will find a chance to better revel in such things, later. 

   For now he is going to continue allowing himself to enjoy a nearly uninhibited view of her form, that appreciation finally allowed to part from what had been nothing more than words, to touch, to sight, to hearing her own praises of himself and maybe even taste. Taking another bite from the fruit still held in his hand and leaning forward to place it on his plate, Ghis drowns out the flavor with another long draw from the tonic she had brought to him. 

   “This man you speak of will always be yours to have, my dear Melissa, of that you can be certain,” he says this while easing himself upwards and out of his chair, though he doesn’t move far. It’s only the half step that would bring him close enough for a full kiss to steal away, Ghis resting a hand over the armrest for support. 

   “Perhaps even the Judge which so often smothers him will be for you as well, not a bad thing if I say so myself, to have such a valiant protector as an ally.” His statement continues to deliver some consistent sense of entertained air, where his words are genuine to boot, he wasn’t speaking them for the sole property of ego. She could ask nearly anything of him and he would make it his purpose to keep her content, be it done by the name Jarvis, or Judge Magister Ghis. 

   “Far more reasonable than some tasks set to myself,” he replies. “Perhaps one that is even entirely possible, against those fantastical ideas we could only ever dream of accomplishing.” 

   Ghis hums and traces the digits of his free hand along the length of her thigh, the touch nothing more than a hint of contact. He will, again, leave it up to her to decide how their time together was going to be dictated. It is a not very well hidden play that spills what he would prefer their first morning moments be spent upon, when he speaks again, “I would like to do nothing more than show my appreciation for this small feast you have prepared for us, by goring myself upon the most delectable item amongst the morsels. Nothing less for someone so kindhearted, and willing to endure myself.” 

   Another kiss is set to her lips but it is far less intense, as he eases her chair just a bit further from the table and slowly sinks down onto his knees before Melissa. 

   “That is, of course, should you have no objections to something so improper.” 

#(GHIS) IC #stingslikeabee #here come the tags again smh #melissa look what you have done to this goose #he was so well mannered #FKLFDGJF

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stingslikeabee​:

The kiss bestowed upon Melissa’s cheek was a gentle but quick one, and returned with a squeeze of her hand over his. The gallantry of his greeting produced a small, appreciative chuckle from his lover, the Bhujerban then moving to make room as Ghis looked like he wished to leave the bed. As he stretched, the dancer remained on a more distant part of the mattress for a while, eyes roaming over his form without an ounce of shame - it seemed a futile notion after their passionate embrace of the previous night and everything else that followed.

But the room could do with some more light - and upon hearing his next question, the dancer blinked, as if trying to recall her own plans and agenda before devoting herself completely to the magistrate and the whims of a rebellious heart. Melissa got up herself from the bed, moving to the balcony with slow steps and unlocking the door there, pushing it open with minimal effort - just enough to give them sunlight and a view of the street below, although nothing much in addition to the skies - they lacked neighbors at that level opposite them, which offered much sough-after privacy in these parts of Archades.

“I slept wonderfully. Besides, I have not yet started the training for the next season - I was given a grace period by the producers for the move, so I do have a few empty mornings and afternoons during the course of the coming week,” Melissa explained to him, and then motioned for the magister to take a seat with her for the breakfast brought upstairs, although the dancer never really took her place.

Instead, the Bhujerban moved to stand closer to him - without shoes, the brunette was reduced to her normal height, and raised a hand to gently touch one of Ghis’ shoulders, the precise location where a long streak of marks and scars started - they seemed to be related to the same incident given the close proximity between them, but the woman was not sure if that was the truth. “Would you like to stay for longer? I would appreciate having your company if you have no other pressing matters to attend to. There is much I’d like to talk about,” the woman elaborated, but did not further press (yet) in relation to the one of the things that had captured her attention.

Instead, Melissa allowed the magistrate to move towards the table for the food and refreshment. In addition to the large crystal container with water, the woman had selected some fresh fruit, light and thin bread as consumed in the Sky City with spreads for them (chutneys and butter, mostly), roasted potatoes (with the spices set aside, so Ghis could adequately measure how much he wished to have) and the drink the Bhujerban had alluded to before - it was a sweet mix, but one that was chilled and herbal-based; it left a soothing, refreshing taste on the tongue without the intoxication of the madhu. 

The woman made herself comfortable next, the movements causing the left side of the robe to slip over a shoulder given how loosely tied it was over her frame - but Melissa made no move to cover herself or to remedy that, instead reaching for the roti bread with her bare hands as Bhujerban tradition mandated, only using the utensils available to spread a generous quantity of peanut-based chutney over it.

   There is an utterance of a long, low groan that escapes Ghis while he stretches, easing his arms back down to his sides after a moment with a sigh. There being some dull ache of his body upon waking hadn’t been a new attribute; age had become his greatest enemy, more so than even the very real threats he often faced when dressed within armor. Managing those pains was nothing short of a chore, assuaged with exercise and tonics, or even magick, Ghis was not at all a stranger to finding the most convenient way to bypass that particular ailment.

   Half turning to watch Melissa when she too departs the bed again, he finds some favor in that autumn had not yet set its frigid talons into the city. It was easy to tell by the trees planted all across the city limits that a change was due, their greenery already starting to change the warm hues of a coming winter. They won’t be able to enjoy the view of an open balcony for much longer. What a pleasant thought, though, that he would be here for something so simple as the steady seasons.

   “If only my own schedule were so predictable; these stagnations between orders are not consistent, throwing us around upon the whim of our betters,” he states, sounding moderately bitter. Even if they had not grown so close and he finally gained a reason to be within Archades, he would still feel the same sentiment. This lack of consistency made it hard to be a person, that dutiful soldier aspect of himself taking precedence. So it makes their shared hours together feel far more impactful than she might yet understand, and Ghis would do everything in his nigh unlimited power to not squander what had been afforded to them.

   Moving under her guiding gesture, he sends only a single wayward glance out through the opened doors, catching sight of what amiable colors painted themselves against sparse clouds. Not taking his gaze from the sight he had rarely appreciated, and noting her hand on his shoulder, he raises his own to settle it atop hers.

   “I can certainly spare several more hours to remain here, with you, of that I am certain. An eventual trip will be required of me to my own home, and then the palace. What is entailed afterwards is unknown.” Ghis turns his head when he finishes speaking, a brief moment of eye contact before he is finally taking a seat. Relaxing into it with a relaxed posture unfit of a man for his station, he plucks a fruit from the array of foods she had brought, considering it for a moment before speaking further. Without the Madhu or their hurried motions as a distraction, there wasn’t much that could stop him from rambling now.

   “If I remember correctly, in our moments before rest, you alluded to making amends for our lost chances,” he states just before sinking his teeth into the soft flesh of the red fruit in his hand. Jarvis is again looking at Melissa but there seems to be something far less innocent in his gaze, then, and he doesn’t wait for an answer before reaching for the special drink that had been made in his benefit. Sampling it, he hums a gentle contentedness, though his gaze hadn’t drifted from Melissa all the while.

#(GHIS) IC #stingslikeabee #very funny mental image of ghis sitting around bare ass naked #like it's nothing #literally if someone were to knock on the door he would have to go rush to at #the very least put on pants and his shirt #sdflgdjklfdklgj

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stingslikeabee​:

The words uttered by the magistrate left a deep impression in his companion - not that she hadn’t realized that the individual under the armor was distinct from the public figure presented (after all, ‘Melissa’ did the same while keeping her own identity hidden, although the separation of her personas was far less severe), but more from the fact that Ghis himself seemed almost surprised with such conclusion. That was, undoubtedly, one of the factors that had played a part in how difficult it had been to unlock his feelings - a judge magister of the Empire had no need for romance; the man under all that metal, however, had a beating heart.

If there had been no Jarvis and just judge Ghis, it wasn’t impossible that the soft laughter filling the bathroom and the soothing massage and tender touches would have hidden the plunge of sharp metal when he least suspected; or that instead of falling asleep at his side in an equal state of undress, Melissa wouldn’t have reached for a drawer in one of the bedside tables where her weapon of choice laid concealed. But none of these things happened - the Bhujerban was content to follow the judge’s lead and both of them were engulfed by a long, pleasant sleep until daybreak.

The woman had long been without a partner in her bed since returning to Bhujerba and being recruited by the Marquis; but the presence of another human body had always been something important to Melissa, and she cherished every moment. Separating from him was only necessary because the brunette found herself moderately hungry - and expecting Ghis to experience the less pleasing after-effects of the madhu, the dancer knew that preparing something was in order. She went to the kitchen downstairs to get breakfast for the two of them, returning to the room when it was ready - and placing it all on the table near the balcony door when the woman realized he was awake.

“Suprabhatam,” Melissa murmured with a smile, moving to return to the bed shortly after freeing her hands. There was just enough light coming from the hallway, but none yet for the large door which remained shut; enough for the judge to see that his lover had done very little in terms of personal care - only slipped a billowing robe over her bare form which was colored in dark shades of blue and purple but did a poor job of hiding her from his sight; it had been more a countermeasure to the chillier kitchen that wouldn’t have their bodily heat to keep Melissa warm, “It means ‘good morning’ in Bhujerban. How are you feeling, Jarvis?”

There was no trace of make-up on either of them anymore, removed after their bath; the Bhujerban’s long hair was free of jewelry too, having been combed prior to their sleep and retaining just the expected messy look that one would exhibit upon waking up. Overall, there had been no attempt from Melissa in masquerading how she looked like without the feminine tricks one could use to emphasize the right attributes, but her eyes retained their alluring coloration, the same of the drink which was likely offering the magistrate a moderate hammering sensation over his skull. “I brought water, some light food and an old recipe passed down through generations for the after-effects of the madhu on the non-initiated.”

   His eyes take in the scenery of the room while alone; there are oddities aplenty within her bedroom, at least in contrast to what a home in Archades would normally contain. He understands perfectly that she would be unlikely to adhere to their rather minimalistic culture, the soft colors that painted the insides and outsides of their architecture, but it did not make the dramatic color shift any less meaningful. Ghis is still lingering on the depictions of the various tapestries that line one of the walls when Melissa reenters the room, attention drifting easily over to her motion, a smile touching along the corners of his mouth. 

   He shares no small appreciation for her right then, accompanied by the fluttering feeling of his heart seeming to skip a beat, his expression soft and eyes half lidded in the muggy moments just after waking. Though normally an early riser he had no known plans for the morning, or the day itself, really. Perhaps a visit was due to the palace if only to ensure that nothing drastic had happened within the last few hours in his absence- not an unlikely thing, given the current state of their nation. 

   Allowing a moderately confused and amused look to cross him when she speaks, Ghis is ever eager to reduce that distance between the two of them. Dragging the covers with himself if only to keep the cooler air of the room off of himself rather than any thought of modesty, a casual grazing hand settles against the small of her back, Jarvis pressing a chaste kiss to Melissa’s cheek. 

   “I am feeling as if my reasons to wake every morning have increased twofold,” he replies pleasantly, in spite of the dull ache running through the forefront of his skull. “You seem far more prepared for the coming day than I. Did you sleep well?” 

   Although he had come to greatly appreciate how extravagant her appearances tended to be, seeing her with far less and catering to no one but himself, could not have been a more stunning sight. Very rarely did people ever get to see the person beneath another’s outward projection; a dancer adorned to impress, a judge armored for intimidation, and below it all they were only just human. It was a far more personal experience to see one for who they really were and he has less than no problem with this turn of events. 

   He does, however, let a soft laugh out when she mentions the specificity of her culinary intentions. Glancing towards the food and then back to Melissa, he is swift to explain what might have been seen as a mockery for her kindness. 

   “Only Bhujerbans would make food to remedy their colorful drink, a fitting resolution to intoxication, I would think. Thank you.” 

   On a few occasions he had been enlightened to the stark difference that lay within the skycity’s cuisine; every dish was filled with spice and flavor, a far cry from the meat heavy and smoked flavor that many dinners served in the empire’s capital. Only the most well off ever had even a slice of seasoning, the land far too cold to grow their own and imports heavily taxed. 

   “Did you have a plan in mind for this day? I find myself, for the moment, unoccupied.” Ghis says this while slowly moving himself forward and off the bed, taking the lull in their actions for himself to stretch when he comes to stand. In the light and lucidity of of their early day it affords Melissa far more viewing pleasure of him; how extensive the scars really were, a tale he might yet tell were she to ask, and that he was toned in far more regions than just his upper body. 

#(GHIS) IC #stingslikeabee #IF THEY BEHAVE LOL #survey says it is unlikely but we will just have to see

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stingslikeabee​:

Perhaps another evidence of how compromised Melissa had been as an agent was in how she didn’t even think of the repercussions of that first evening - although not the one under the influence of anything alcoholic, the strength of her own feelings and decisions about all maters concerning Jarvis Ghis had been enough to rob the Bhujerban of clarity of mind in relation to the simplest details - it was a good thing the magistrate remained sober (even if marginally so) in that department.

A soft, contented sight left her lips when Ghis moved to accommodate her back with him, their bodies still sharing the incredible warmth built over the course of the last hour together. Melissa took the time to embrace the judge by the neck, keeping him close enough and seemingly uncaring for whatever mess they created while keeping each other company. It all paled in comparison to the fulfillment she experienced, and the dancer too marveled at the strangest twists and turns of fate - of all Ivalice, considering how far and wide the Bhujerban had traveled before, there was much she had seen and done.

And yet, nothing truly prepared her to fall for a man like the Ghis - for the mere, simple gesture of resting against each other and mingling their breaths feel so soothing and like everything was right in the world. As if there was no war threatening their routines, as if his wasn’t a remarkably dangerous position, as if the dancer did not have the responsibility to draw first blood.

The judge’s words that followed their shared climax were surprising - ever so gentle, like a precious promise. Much had been exchanged in glances and fond gestures, but then finally in words in the middle of the passion that had sequestered their minds. The Bhujerban knew what she had said a while ago - and stood by it. His gratitude was so remarkably pure that it was impossible to not reward it with a soft, gentle press of lips - very similar to the first kiss that Melissa had granted the magistrate aboard the Leviathan.

“You need not thank me for following my heart’s desires,” the woman murmured in response, amber irises peering up at him while the tips of her fingers drew lazy, soft motions on the skin of his back, unconcerned for the perspiration formed therein and just enjoying the close contact with her hands. Melissa’s legs adjusted briefly, knees folding upwards so there was more comfort in how they stood wrapped around each other, “You are a remarkable man underneath all that armor, Jarvis. I do hope you never forget that,” she said with earnest appreciation, knowing very well it was what had saved him, in a way - and caused her own downfall.

But in that night, Melissa had absolutely no regrets.

“I recall offering you shelter until sunrise - there is plenty of time until then; would you care for a bath or something to eat?” the brunette moved forward, lips grazing the skin of his cheek to kiss the judge there once more, trailing closer to his ear before chuckling softly, “I promise I will allow you some rest before I tempt you into making up for the missed chances of the past.”

   There is a gentle hum that leaves Ghis, and it is a sound of consideration, though what exactly he ponders over remains a mystery. At least, briefly; he had spent nearly half of his life learning how to adapt in their man eat man society, that the person he was and who he needed to be were so far apart that he was required to become two people, if he ever wanted to survive. The fact that he sat there now, alive and well, was a testament to the fact he had been successful. Jarvis had shut out every menial desire that did not attribute itself to granting himself a greater standing in the military, if someone did not give him a foothold then he did not need them, he had used people in the same way he feared being used. 

   Perhaps there is some irony in this, considering he now operated solely under the direction of Vayne Solidor and his antagonizing scientist, without any real insight as to why. His frequent visitation to Bhujerba to ensure that they continued to dig at their nation’s resources for the empire, was nothing more than ‘military assets’ as he had been told. While he was more than certain that this was some version of the truth, he loathed that there was nothing else he could do to ascertain what else was going on. He was still being manipulated, and in more ways than he even realized. 

   “It is with great sadness that I will have to admit that I had indeed forgotten just who I am beneath my title,” he sighs quietly. “Another thanks is due, that you were able to remind me, and will hopefully forever be there to keep him alive.” 

   Ghis then laughs alongside her, the sound soft and tired. Had he not fallen so hard under the Madhu he might have very well opted for them to continue upon her suggestion; they certainly had a great deal of time to account for. 

    “I had more than my share at the ceremony, but a bath does sound rightfully deserved, for the both of us,” he replied with a smile. The expression hadn’t ever fully faded from him during their entire night spent together, and his face was starting to feel sore, but he would never complain over something so delightful. When they move to untangle from one another he gives an apology for the mess, some relinquished part of his gentlemanly persona ebbing out of the Judge. 

   Without the draw of lust tainting his actions and speech it was a far less frantic move on his part to follow Melissa to her bathing room, the pairing moving hand in hand if only for the unwillingness of both to be separated. The warm embrace of water around them leaves for plenty of time where they do nothing more than bask in each other’s presence, only the gentle motions of their hands to soothe tense muscles and relieve the mess that had been made. When they eventually leave the water and make back for her bed, Ghis does not hesitate in opting to sleep nude. Given the visit he made to her home had been made on a whim he really had nothing better to sleep in, save for perhaps his undergarments, but it was one of the last things on his mind. It was not as if someone would come to bother them anyways. 

   It will also be one of the best nights of rest that he had ever experienced. With her back snug to his chest, and an arm draped over her midsection, it’d taken less than a few minutes for Jarvis to succumb to that bodily demand for sleep. 

   In the morning that comes, he is barely aware of where it is he finds himself. Alone in the vast expanse of Melissa’s bed and partially hungover, there is a vague degree of memory initially for the events leading him into a foreign home, and it feels like a taxing effort to sit himself upright. Casting a sidelong glance to where he can only just see his pants laying on the floor he is suddenly well aware that he isn’t wearing a single thing. Lips pursing in thought, the bits and pieces of their night well spent are starting to fit together in a fragmented recollection, though it isn’t one that explains where his Bhujerban lover had disappeared off to. 

#(GHIS) IC #stingslikeabee #nsfw #listen she isnt useless #she is learning a lot ! #like uh... what ghis's scars look like #and that he's great in bed #very important things that im sure ondore wants to know #LMAO