[aymeric has sorely missed his wife and husband while they were away, though he has not been idle himself in the meantime. taking the opportunity to acquaint himself with megumi's other beaus, namely g'raha tia, aymeric has not been wanting in regards to bed partners. still, the best cure for loneliness, aymeric has found, has been a steady work schedule, and so he's been more focused on that than usual... perhaps to his detriment. while he isn't working the late nights that left him exhausted and with bags under his eyes and sunken cheeks, he's still dedicating himself to the restoration of ishgard like a man possessed.
which has all finally caught up to him on the night megumi comes to visit, where she will find him laying on a chaise lounge in his bedroom, having dozed off in the middle of reading a book that lays open on his abdomen (the book appears to be about the culture and history of tural). he's dressed out of his typical military accoutrements, in a simple pair of trousers and a blue silk shirt--though the first few buttons of the shirt are undone, suggesting aymeric was somewhat hasty in his undressing, and then perhaps became distracted by the book.
he looks to be deeply asleep, his chest rising and falling slowly with his slower breathing, and does not stir when megumi enters.]
[ What a vision he is- she smiles to herself as she approaches, picking the book off him and setting it aside, before reaching for the throw nearby to move to cover him with it. She can imagine what he may have done to bide the time, and she sighs as she leans down to brush his hair out of his face.
He looks like such an angel, and she kisses the side of his temple, her gaze wandering to that beautifully exposed chest just teasing her- though even with his given permission to touch him even when asleep should she need, she doesn't rush-
And she moves to kiss the tip of his lovely little ear, too. ]
I'm going to eat you if you stay this lovely, my darling.
[ Whispered. A threat, and an invitation at once. ]
[he barely shifts in his sleep as she covers him with the blanket and takes the book away, even continuing to doze when she touches him--he's either too exhausted to rouse himself from slumber, or his body is so used to her touches that he knows not to be afraid. perhaps a bit of both.
aymeric had confided in her once that the thought of her touching him while he sleeps--or perhaps waking him with it--had thrilled and comforted him in equal measure. to know he would be entirely hers even unguarded in slumber... it excited him, though he was embarrassed to admit it, at first.
his slow, deep breathing doesn't change when she kisses his ear--but he does let out a very quiet noise in his throat, regardless]
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which has all finally caught up to him on the night megumi comes to visit, where she will find him laying on a chaise lounge in his bedroom, having dozed off in the middle of reading a book that lays open on his abdomen (the book appears to be about the culture and history of tural). he's dressed out of his typical military accoutrements, in a simple pair of trousers and a blue silk shirt--though the first few buttons of the shirt are undone, suggesting aymeric was somewhat hasty in his undressing, and then perhaps became distracted by the book.
he looks to be deeply asleep, his chest rising and falling slowly with his slower breathing, and does not stir when megumi enters.]
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He looks like such an angel, and she kisses the side of his temple, her gaze wandering to that beautifully exposed chest just teasing her- though even with his given permission to touch him even when asleep should she need, she doesn't rush-
And she moves to kiss the tip of his lovely little ear, too. ]
I'm going to eat you if you stay this lovely, my darling.
[ Whispered. A threat, and an invitation at once. ]
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aymeric had confided in her once that the thought of her touching him while he sleeps--or perhaps waking him with it--had thrilled and comforted him in equal measure. to know he would be entirely hers even unguarded in slumber... it excited him, though he was embarrassed to admit it, at first.
his slow, deep breathing doesn't change when she kisses his ear--but he does let out a very quiet noise in his throat, regardless]