Who: Claire Fraser and OTA + closed starters When: mid July through mid August Where: Solvunn, Nocwich What: Digging up stuff, research and junk Warnings: none yet but will change if necessary
I wouldn't want the fall of them if it weren't peaceful somehow. I want it to be. I wish it could be.
[ It never is. Claire pushes her hand through his hair at his words and she smiles softly, hand drifting back down so that her thumb grazes his bottom lip. ] One day, and hopefully not a hundred years from now. [ But if she has to, if they're here together that long, she'll spend every day of Nocwich just like this with him, as often as they can. There has to be a way, though. She knows of others who have moved, but not many, and it doesn't seem to happen with any amount of frequency. ]
You're more than welcome in my bed, as soon as you have a way to it. It's going to be difficult, going back to sleeping alone after this weekend. I feel as though I miss you next to me already. [ She hates sleeping alone knowing Jon is too, that it doesn't have to be this way. ]
[She runs her hand through his hair, thumbs at his bottom lip, and he chases the pad of her thumb with kisses, then pulls her in closer. It's been long enough since the last time that he can make love to her again now.]
I like to see you in the Horizon at night, love. But it isn't really enough.
[It's like a dream of her at Winterfell, or a dream of visiting her in a forest cottage. It feels real while he's there, but he always wakes up alone -- comes out of a trance in his own bed. It's different here in Nocwich. It might be that, one day, they won't even really have their own old bodies anymore, these bodies that currently give them such delight together. He doesn't like to think on that. He likes what is real, what he can touch and hold, like the way he moves his hand down now to caress and grasp the curve of her hip, her bottom, as he kisses her mouth. She is so firm and alive here, the scent of flowers and herbs in her hair, and the dust of the bookshop.]
[ Claire lets herself be moved, dragging one leg high over his hip and pressing her hand to the side of his face as they kiss. There's something about the reality of it versus it being a facsimile of them that feels different. She isn't sure what it is, can't pinpoint it, but this feels better than anything they do in either of their domains. When their lips part, she murmurs in response, agreeing with him. ]
It's better than having to wait weeks to sleep by your side. But no matter what I do, it never feels as good as this. [ Her lips drop small kisses along his jaw, breathing him in as she does and practically melting when she exhales. She's happiest on these days, these nights with him, because while it's true they have the Horizon, here, she wakes up still nestled in his arms, his warmth making bed the coziest place to be. When she opens her eyes in Solvunn, there's an immediate lack of warmth that she hates. ] We'll find a way to have our home together, one day.
[ Her head ducks so that she can kiss the scar over his heart, sealing the promise with a kiss before gently nudging his shoulder with one hand, raising her head to urge him onto his back in order to move herself on top of him. ]
[He likes the feeling of her weight shifting so that she straddles him and is on top of him now, too. Once he's on his back, he raises his head to catch her mouth in a fiercer kiss.]
I miss waking up with you.
[Now his hands firmly cup her bottom, and he continues,]
I didn't know how sweet those things were until we didn't have them anymore. Knew I'd miss this. [He nudges his hips upward. He's hard; ready.] Didn't know how much I'd miss everything else.
[ One hand pushes through his hair as they kiss, her tongue dragging along his before pulling back only to gently nuzzle the side of his nose with the tip of hers. Sitting back up when the kiss his broken, she's humming her agreement when he rocks against her and she whimpers softly. Her eyes close, but only for a moment as she rocks right back, taking her time, in no rush to have this over. ]
We'll have them. I'll bring you warm drinks in bed in the mornings, we'll read together by the fire at night. [ She slowly drags herself against him, nearly forgetting her words but managing to rally as she opens her eyes. ]
[He is no reading man, but for her... well, over a thousand years, he can almost see himself becoming one, and there's something pleasant in her reading to him nonetheless, the way the words roll off her tongue.]
I miss the way you have herbs drying all around. Miss you coming in and telling me about some child or dog you aided.
[Hard, heavy kisses now.]
And I miss you being there in the night. Any time, in the night. I reach for you, you reach for me, doesn't matter who starts it. I never thought to find that in my life.
[ She can picture it perfectly, can see him with his head resting in her lap sometimes, one hand holding the book, the other in his hair. She pictures it as easily as she pictures him tossing the book aside some nights to have his way with her instead.
Her mouth yields to his, a soft moan tumbling against his lips. Reaching between them, one hand wraps around the hard length of him, stroking once, twice, before raising her hips to guide him into her body. Slowly she sinks, closing her eyes and letting out a shuddering sigh as she settles once he's buried inside of her, unmoving for a moment so that it isn't over too soon for either of them. One hand rests on his chest for leverage, looking down at him with heat in her eyes, fighting the urge to give in and let them finish right away. ]
I miss the way you pull me close if I drift too far in my sleep. I miss the way the bed dips when you come to bed after me. The way you kiss my cheek if you think I'm asleep. [ Bending to catch his mouth with her own, her hips slowly raise, then lower again, breathless words falling against his lips. ]
You found me, Jon. You're home with me, even when you aren't. [ She reaches for one of his hands and presses it over her chest, against her heart. Perhaps it's a bit sentimental while he's inside of her, but she can't help it. ] You're here with me, always.
[What is more real: a brief life when he had not known her, or centuries when he had known her, loved her, made this sort of life with her, a life they can begin to remake now? He doesn't want it to just be pretty words. He's in her now, and that feels like home as much as anything they're saying is.
She's holding his hand to her chest. He smiles up at her, gaze all soft, then tugs her hand down to his chest, to the scars over his heart.]
Always. Like you're here with me.
[Then he understands it: it's why home is this little room in Nocwich now, or wherever they happen to be in the Horizon, or anywhere he can be with her. And it's why he had made this choice, in the end, and will make it every time it's put before him. He's almost sure of it.]
[ Claire can't find words anymore, her mind too addled with pleasure as they move together. She knows with no doubt, that if presented with the choice again, she would still choose Jon with zero hesitation, though she would understand his if he had them. It's a risk, always a risk, to give this much of herself to someone else, but it's done.
With her palm pressing against the beat of his heart, Claire chases her pleasure and when she finds it, Jon's name tumbles from her lips when she tenses, then shatters. She doesn't stop, wanting to know he's found his pleasure too, eager to feel and watch what she does to him. ]
[Too far gone for much thought now, except the decision of whether to roll her to her back, or finish like this, warm and easy. They had been so frantic to see each other earlier in the evening, and now, they have all night, and two more days. With her hand pressed to his chest and the way he can feel her reaching a height of pleasure all about him, he stays where he is, kisses her harder. His free hand reaches down to cup her bottom, and, moving with her, he makes a soft, hoarse cry; a shudder of delight.
The food can wait. The whole world can wait. Soon enough, he extinguishes the light in the room and gathers her against him for sleep. He'll have to tell her, he decides, before he drifts off, that sleeping in her arms, in truth, is at least as good as anything else he does there.]
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[ It never is. Claire pushes her hand through his hair at his words and she smiles softly, hand drifting back down so that her thumb grazes his bottom lip. ] One day, and hopefully not a hundred years from now. [ But if she has to, if they're here together that long, she'll spend every day of Nocwich just like this with him, as often as they can. There has to be a way, though. She knows of others who have moved, but not many, and it doesn't seem to happen with any amount of frequency. ]
You're more than welcome in my bed, as soon as you have a way to it. It's going to be difficult, going back to sleeping alone after this weekend. I feel as though I miss you next to me already. [ She hates sleeping alone knowing Jon is too, that it doesn't have to be this way. ]
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I like to see you in the Horizon at night, love. But it isn't really enough.
[It's like a dream of her at Winterfell, or a dream of visiting her in a forest cottage. It feels real while he's there, but he always wakes up alone -- comes out of a trance in his own bed. It's different here in Nocwich. It might be that, one day, they won't even really have their own old bodies anymore, these bodies that currently give them such delight together. He doesn't like to think on that. He likes what is real, what he can touch and hold, like the way he moves his hand down now to caress and grasp the curve of her hip, her bottom, as he kisses her mouth. She is so firm and alive here, the scent of flowers and herbs in her hair, and the dust of the bookshop.]
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It's better than having to wait weeks to sleep by your side. But no matter what I do, it never feels as good as this. [ Her lips drop small kisses along his jaw, breathing him in as she does and practically melting when she exhales. She's happiest on these days, these nights with him, because while it's true they have the Horizon, here, she wakes up still nestled in his arms, his warmth making bed the coziest place to be. When she opens her eyes in Solvunn, there's an immediate lack of warmth that she hates. ] We'll find a way to have our home together, one day.
[ Her head ducks so that she can kiss the scar over his heart, sealing the promise with a kiss before gently nudging his shoulder with one hand, raising her head to urge him onto his back in order to move herself on top of him. ]
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I miss waking up with you.
[Now his hands firmly cup her bottom, and he continues,]
I didn't know how sweet those things were until we didn't have them anymore. Knew I'd miss this. [He nudges his hips upward. He's hard; ready.] Didn't know how much I'd miss everything else.
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We'll have them. I'll bring you warm drinks in bed in the mornings, we'll read together by the fire at night. [ She slowly drags herself against him, nearly forgetting her words but managing to rally as she opens her eyes. ]
Tell me what else you miss, what you want.
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I miss the way you have herbs drying all around. Miss you coming in and telling me about some child or dog you aided.
[Hard, heavy kisses now.]
And I miss you being there in the night. Any time, in the night. I reach for you, you reach for me, doesn't matter who starts it. I never thought to find that in my life.
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Her mouth yields to his, a soft moan tumbling against his lips. Reaching between them, one hand wraps around the hard length of him, stroking once, twice, before raising her hips to guide him into her body. Slowly she sinks, closing her eyes and letting out a shuddering sigh as she settles once he's buried inside of her, unmoving for a moment so that it isn't over too soon for either of them. One hand rests on his chest for leverage, looking down at him with heat in her eyes, fighting the urge to give in and let them finish right away. ]
I miss the way you pull me close if I drift too far in my sleep. I miss the way the bed dips when you come to bed after me. The way you kiss my cheek if you think I'm asleep. [ Bending to catch his mouth with her own, her hips slowly raise, then lower again, breathless words falling against his lips. ]
You found me, Jon. You're home with me, even when you aren't. [ She reaches for one of his hands and presses it over her chest, against her heart. Perhaps it's a bit sentimental while he's inside of her, but she can't help it. ] You're here with me, always.
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She's holding his hand to her chest. He smiles up at her, gaze all soft, then tugs her hand down to his chest, to the scars over his heart.]
Always. Like you're here with me.
[Then he understands it: it's why home is this little room in Nocwich now, or wherever they happen to be in the Horizon, or anywhere he can be with her. And it's why he had made this choice, in the end, and will make it every time it's put before him. He's almost sure of it.]
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With her palm pressing against the beat of his heart, Claire chases her pleasure and when she finds it, Jon's name tumbles from her lips when she tenses, then shatters. She doesn't stop, wanting to know he's found his pleasure too, eager to feel and watch what she does to him. ]
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The food can wait. The whole world can wait. Soon enough, he extinguishes the light in the room and gathers her against him for sleep. He'll have to tell her, he decides, before he drifts off, that sleeping in her arms, in truth, is at least as good as anything else he does there.]
[FIN.]