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I don't know what I'm looking for

Vesper growls into her mouth—a low, frustrated sound dragged from somewhere deep in his chest. Her kiss is molten, insistent, and gods, does he want to answer it with everything he has. But his body, spent and slow to rally, betrays him in the moment, not yet ready to catch up to the fire she stokes so effortlessly. He grits his teeth, breaking the kiss with a soft curse. "Quick, is it?" he mutters, voice rough and wanting. Then, without another warning, he hooks an arm beneath her thighs and lifts her clean out of the water, slick skin pressed tight against his chest as he wades the short distance back toward the shore.

He doesn’t go far—just far enough for the waves to soften around his calves, for the tide to become background music again. Then he’s roughly lowering her onto the black sand, spreading her out like something offered, something claimed. His gaze rakes over her—flushed, breathless, and still so full of want—and he lets out a breath like he’s barely holding himself together. "Reckon I’ll just have to make do," he drawls, a wicked edge to every word.

He drops to his knees beside her, one hand dragging down the length of her body, trailing seawater and heat in his wake. His mouth follows, placing open-mouthed kisses across her breasts, ribs, her stomach, the swell of her hips. When he reaches the juncture of her thighs, he shifts—positioning himself sideways, perpendicular, rather than directly between them. Vesper had been keen for his introduction to sex to be at the hands of someone more experienced than he was, and Thal was about to be able to judge for herself how well he'd been listening to the girls at the Haulanani.

Vesper glances up with a grin that’s all teeth and sin. "Quick it'll be," he murmurs—then dips his head, his lips aligning with her own so that the movements of his mouth against her was more like a kiss than the lapping of some animal.

but I swear to God I'll find it

Code 100% taken from the queeeeeeen herself, Sky <3

Silver dollar, golden flame
Dirty water, poison rain
Perfect murder, take your aim

While she still stings with disappointment at the break of their kiss, a tingle of excited curiosity spreads through Thal as he pulls them from the water, a list of delightful possibilities spreading through her mind. The wet sand against her back had been one of those, but the feel of the coarse grains against her smooth skin feels better than she'd expected, yielding yet rough in a way that makes her bite her lip around a lewd smile, her damp hair like spilled ink around her pale skin.

Vesper doesn't have to do more than look at her with those eyes for her to recline onto the beach, her body ready and waiting for whatever he might have intended. Only the fire blazing in her blood and the slight tremble of her spine shows just how much she's begging for him to touch her, to ravage her into oblivion. 

The first brush of his skin is like the promise of the rising sun, fire blooming in her mind over the ocean of desire. His hands and lips leave a trail of flaring nerves down her body like the shifting sunrays bleeding across the sky, her spine arching instinctually into the touch while she wraps her fingers into his hair for something to hold, to ground her. The heat pooling in her stomach calls out for release, screaming for more than just temptation, and her voice breaks between shallow breaths and dark, fluttering lashes, thick and heavy with lust. "Don't tease me." It's more a plea than a demand despite the sharp consonants that come from years of commands shouted across decks and whipping winds. 

Whether he listens or just continues as planned, she wants to drink in the sin promised on his smile before he dips between her legs. Her hips buck at the brush of his lips, a low gasp stealing her breath. "Oh - Vesper." A small curse may have escaped along with the plea of his name, but she can't tell through the way her eyes attempt to roll back in her head, the pleasure building but not nearly enough. One hand tangles into his platinum hair, the other thrown above her head to dive into the sand as she lets out a soft moan, willing him to continue.

I don't belong to anyone,
but everybody knows my name

Thalassa

I don't know what I'm looking for

Vesper doesn’t stop when she moans his name again—if anything, it spurs him on, sharpening his focus as he works his mouth against her, dragging her closer to that breaking point with every calculated motion of his tongue. But as with before, he doesn’t rely on just his hands and mouth. He calls his shadows to him with a flicker of thought, coaxing them from where they swirl lazily at the edges of the tide.

They respond to his desire like a living extension of it, rising up in inky tendrils that glide across her skin, featherlight and cool in contrast to the heat of his mouth. One curls around her throat, not tight, not threatening—just enough to be felt, before subtly wrapping tighter. Another wraps around her breast, cupping it fully before letting a second wisp slide across her nipple, circling it in slow, deliberate passes.

He feels the way she reacts to it all—how her body arches beneath him, how her breathing shifts. He doesn't have to read her mind to know what she wants. It’s written in every sound she makes, in the way her fingers tighten in his hair, in the way her thighs tremble under his grip.

Vesper hums again, pleased, letting her feel the vibration of his lips against hers. His shadows continue their slow, teasing work, one slipping lower to join him between her legs, dancing just above where his tongue works, enhancing every flick and press like they’re layering sensation on sensation. He glances up briefly, watching her from beneath his lashes, her body laid out before him like something sacred and untamed all at once. Then he seals his mouth over her again, relentless and hungry, as his shadows tighten just slightly in sync with the rhythm of her heartbeat.

but I swear to God I'll find it

Code 100% taken from the queeeeeeen herself, Sky <3

Silver dollar, golden flame
Dirty water, poison rain
Perfect murder, take your aim

If Thal knew about Vesper's studious efforts in Haulanani, she might have been tempted to thank them, relishing the way his mouth moves perfectly in its intentions. It's certainly through their careful instruction that she's reaping the benefits. His shadows, on the other hand, are all him, wrapping and tightening in all the right places that make her gasp and squirm. 

Her head falls back against the sand, humming against the pressure on her throat, comfortably possessive through the growing pleasure. It makes her bite her lip before the other tendril is reaching for her breast, kneading her nipple to send her heartbeat racing higher, small sounds squeezing through the space between them. From every hair on her head to the tips of her toes digging into the sand, her nerves sing for him, the synchrony playing her like a violin, leading it in a growing crescendo. 

His hum on her wet center sends a shudder down her body, her hips rolling against his mouth to feel him deeper. Another almost-plea might have been on her lips - or a sweet curse - only deepened by the new addition of his shadows that feel like a harmonious duet with his tongue, each doing their part to widen the crack forming against the wall of her release. Thal can see the climax just out of reach, her body calling for Vesper to break through that barrier, drowning her in the pleasure it holds. 

She can tell that she's not going to last long, but she doesn't care. Her point had been proven earlier, her victory achieved; all she wants now is to lose herself on the tip of his tongue, falling apart in the throughs of rippling pleasure that are already threatening to tear through her.

I don't belong to anyone,
but everybody knows my name

Thalassa

I don't know what I'm looking for

Vesper feels the way her body responds—every moan, every arch, every helpless buck of her hips against his mouth—and it lights something primal inside him. The position he’s chosen limits the reach of his hands; with his body turned, he can’t grab her hips the way he wants to, can’t dig his fingers into her ass and pull her against him, but it's all so that he can force her to ride every flick of his tongue as the clever woman at the brothel had taught him. Still, he only gets whatever pleasure Thal does out of this, so, instead of moving, he lets his shadows take over.

They shift with him, growing more assertive, more possessive. One slinks along the curve of her thigh before curling beneath, guiding her leg higher, opening her to him as if to say look at her—see what’s yours to ruin. Another slips down between her legs to join his mouth, pressing lower with slow, deliberate intent. It's not the same—not heat and skin and the weight of him inside her—but it’s enough to make his breath hitch against her, enough to imagine what it will be like when he finally fills her again.

He groans low against her, the sound muffled and filthy, his tongue and the shadow moving together in tandem—teasing, stroking, coaxing her toward that breaking point. He feels it in her pulse, in the tremble of her thighs, in the way her voice catches and her fingers clutch at his hair.

Vesper’s mind is a blur of hunger and want, but one thing is painfully clear: he needs to make her fall apart. Wants to be the reason her voice goes hoarse from moaning his name, the reason she can't think straight for hours after this. His shadows adjust, the one at her throat tightening just slightly—nothing dangerous, just enough to make her heart pound harder—and the one between her legs finally presses inside, slow and deliberate, curling upward as his tongue redoubles its rhythm.

And in the back of his mind, he can’t help the thought: gods, I wish that was me, followed by the much more blasphemous, why wasn't I born a Frey demigod.

but I swear to God I'll find it

Code 100% taken from the queeeeeeen herself, Sky <3

Silver dollar, golden flame
Dirty water, poison rain
Perfect murder, take your aim

He is going to drive her mad. He is going to break her. He is going to ruin her. Thal can feel it in every spike of her pulse, every shudder of her body, every roll of her hips. Something about Vesper might just leave her unsatisfied with every other man, leave her chasing this high again. She only faintly realizes this through the blur of her thoughts, consumed with how he makes her nerves sing.

The increased pressure of his shadow around her throat leaves her feeling every breath, making her conscious of how she gasps and moans between every intake of air, like visible proof of her growing hunger. It's so intoxicating that she groans just to feel the reverberating vibration, pleased with how it makes her thoughts fuzzy. 

She's suddenly distracted by the movements of his other shadows, how they pry her apart, a pressure building against her opening. It elicits another groan as she rolls her hips and spreads her legs farther like it had been a command, begging for the shadow to go deeper, her heart racing so fast she can feel it in her fingers as they dig in the sand for purchase, finding none. It's torture and bliss all at once, her body screaming for more

And when that shadow finally pushes in, granting her wish - Thal bucks from the sand, a cry of pleasure ripping from her lips. "Oh gods - Vesper!" It shoves her right to the brink, everything in her wishing it was him - to feel the warm stretch of his cock inside her, but the thoughts are cast aside like debris in a storm when his tongue speeds up, sending her tumbling into the current of the sea below. It doesn't take long before she's drowning, losing hold of herself in the process.

Her second orgasm is blinding, a suffocatingly bright inferno of white-hot light ablaze inside her that wipes away any thought other than the ecstasy. It crashes over her body in waves that batter her senses relentlessly. She's churning in a sea of pleasure that she can't escape, riding higher with each flick of his tongue and she can't focus on any of it, overwhelmed by everything as it steals her breath and seizes control of every muscle in her body, squeezing out every drop of burning desire in a waterfall of heavenly rapture.

I don't belong to anyone,
but everybody knows my name

Thalassa

I don't know what I'm looking for

Vesper doesn’t need to hear her cry his name—though gods, does it tear through him like lightning—but he feels it. Feels it ripple down the tether of their minds like a psychic detonation. Her climax hits him not just through the arch of her body, or the desperate way she writhes beneath his mouth, but through the raw, unfiltered chaos of her mind. It's fire and seawater, white-hot and wild, a storm with no center.

Vesper drinks in her pleasure like it’s his own, the raw edge of it searing into his thoughts and ricocheting through his nerves. The shadows around her throat tighten, just for a moment—just enough to sharpen everything, to heighten the contrast between restraint and surrender. He knows she wishes it were him inside her. Feels it like a secret whispered directly into his ear. And gods, he wants it too. Wants to press into her until she forgets her own name, until all that exists is the weight of him and the sound of her falling apart.

But this? This will absolutely do instead.

As the blinding crescendo shatters through her, as her body bucks and tightens and floods with white-hot release, Vesper pulls the shadow from her throat just in time—giving her lungs a sudden, greedy flood of air. A sharp contrast to the breathless pleasure she’d been drowning in; the sound she makes in that moment is something he'll never forget.

His mouth slows, tongue still stroking lazily through the aftermath of her high, savouring the taste of her and the way she trembles beneath him. His shadows begin to withdraw, fading like smoke into the air, leaving only the echo of what they’d done.

And still, Vesper stays there, head resting gently against the inside of her thigh, catching his breath, his smirk softening into something quieter and crooked. "Quick enough for you?"

but I swear to God I'll find it

Code 100% taken from the queeeeeeen herself, Sky <3

Silver dollar, golden flame
Dirty water, poison rain
Perfect murder, take your aim

Through the blistering heat of her orgasm that pummels her body into submission, Thal is only faintly aware of the decrease of air. She only hears the dull roar in her ears shift to the sharp ringing, her body screaming every note of pleasure. What should have caused the bright light in her mind to darken and fade only sharpens her senses, constricting it to a narrow glimpse of the unimaginable paradise she finds herself in. 

Just as quickly, she falls into the shuddering wreckage of her body. Her sucking, gasping breath scrapes against the hoarseness of her throat as the cold air stings along the sensitive tissue. It's pain and pleasure tied so tightly together that her vision swims, nothing worth her focus in the midst of so much to feel. The rough texture of sand against her back as she feebly rocks her hips on Vesper's lazy tongue, the residual shivers that traverse her from head to curled toe, the gulping breaths that she pulls to right herself, the bite of her fingernails in one palm, the soft hair still tangled in her other fingers, the heavily content exhaustion of her limbs, the pounding of her pulse everywhere. 

It couldn't have been more than a minute, but it feels like an eternity before her mind starts to clear through the haze. Thoughts drift by, but she doesn't reach to grab them, letting herself float aimlessly for a while. It isn't until she hears Vesper's smug voice that she settles into the moment with a large dose of reluctance. 

Her eyes meet his, unfocused and hooded with the force of her orgasm, their blue depths darkening more as she lets out a weak hum. "Mmm." It's not an agreeance. She would refuse to say as much even if she could speak right now, but she can't think of a quip in response, much too satisfied with his 'quick' treatment of her. It's obvious in every inch of her body - the flush of her cheeks, the sheen of sweat across her skin, the wetness still lingering between her legs. All things that she couldn't hide - didn't want to hide as they lay sprawled on the sand. 

Thal lets her eyes flutter shut, soaking in the moment as her mental clarity starts to come back to her. She relaxes her hold on his hair, a content grin making it hard to sound teasing as she finally says, "You're not too bad." If Vesper is expecting more of a compliment (verbally) from her, he'll be sorely disappointed, but the white fog of her mind should be praise enough.

I don't belong to anyone,
but everybody knows my name

Thalassa

I don't know what I'm looking for

Vesper stretches out beside her like a cat in the sun, lazy and smug and thoroughly unrepentant. The heat of her still radiates from the sand beneath her, and the scent of salt and sex lingers thick in the air between them. Shadows curl loosely around his arms and ankles, no longer tense with hunger—just idling now, as sated as he is.

"Not too bad," he repeats, voice low and rough with amusement, like the compliment has been slow-roasted over a fire and he’s savouring the flavour. He props himself up on one elbow, eyes trailing shamelessly down her thoroughly wrecked form—the rise and fall of her chest, the flush high on her cheeks, the lazy sprawl of her limbs. He commits it all to memory, already storing it away somewhere private and dark to pull up later.

"Guess I'll have to go away and practice, huh?" he murmurs, grin crooking wider, though his voice softens as his fingers reach up to brush a strand of damp hair from her temple. He lets the backs of his knuckles trail down the side of her face, slow and lingering, not teasing now—just... there, before he's sighing and glancing out toward the horizon line. For a moment, he lets the silence stretch between them, broken only by the lull of waves and the distant cry of seabirds. The breeze is cooler now, the sun angling lower across the horizon, and he can feel the evening coming in slow and golden around them.

but I swear to God I'll find it

Code 100% taken from the queeeeeeen herself, Sky <3

Silver dollar, golden flame
Dirty water, poison rain
Perfect murder, take your aim

She can feel Vesper's proximity with her eyes shut, sense his casual posture through the fading heat like a sixth sense, aware of the places their skin still touches and each subtle shift of his body. It's comfortably intoxicating as Thal basks in her post-orgasmic daze, just soaking in the heaviness of her limbs, the satisfaction settling in her chest as her pulse and breathing begin to slow. 

His words stir the never-far sharpness of her mind, letting the world come back into focus around her. The brush of his hand on her face is surprisingly tender and she leans into the touch - not greedy or teasing, but innately instinctual. Her eyes flutter open to meet his so he can see as much as hear the playful tone in her hoarse, rasping words. Or you just come find me." A request disguised as an offering that she doesn't try to over assess, instead sharpening her smile with a glint of humor. "You know where I live, after all." Not sure whether he'd realized she lived in Levinsward where they'd last met. 

Her gaze follows his to the horizon, drinking in the smell of the ocean, something she can never get enough of. She gets the feeling that her flight back to the ship will be a low glide over the gentle waves, exhaustion and contentment making her travel slow. It's something she craves and dreads - to delight in the wind and surf beneath her when she wants nothing more than to crawl into bed. The thoughts make her delay, seeing no reason to rush when Vesper lounges at her side.

I don't belong to anyone,
but everybody knows my name

Thalassa

I don't know what I'm looking for

Vesper’s gaze lingers on the sea, watching the light stretch long across the water like it’s trying to delay the inevitable fall of night. It’s lazy and golden and warm—too fucking pretty for the kind of things they’ve just done, but he likes the contradiction. Likes the feel of Thal’s voice still thick in the air, hoarse and rough with pleasure, her smile like a blade half-sheathed in charm.

Her lean into his touch doesn’t go unnoticed.

He doesn’t press, doesn’t call attention to it, just lets the soft drag of his fingers settle one last time at her jaw before his hand falls away. The curve of her lips pulls a faint laugh from him, low and rasped. "I do?" he murmurs. He hadn’t been sure at first if she’d just been passing through Levinsward, like him—but now that she’s said it, he tucks the detail away for later. A quiet little file labeled reasons to show up unannounced.

"Could be dangerous," he adds, tone casual as the tide lapping at their feet. "Me knowing where you live." But the glance he casts her way is unmistakable—heat tucked behind it, yes, but something else too. That same sharpened curiosity that first brought him to her. Like he’s still figuring her out, and maybe plans to keep doing it for a while.

He stretches out on the sand beside her, one arm bent behind his head, the other tracing idle patterns in the sand near her shoulder. "You gonna make it back tonight? Or am I gonna have to carry you to your ship?" A teasing glance. "Could toss you over my shoulder. Parade you through the docks. Let 'em see the kind of trouble I get into on my days off." His smirk turns faintly wicked. "I do live nearby. Near'er than you do, anyway."

but I swear to God I'll find it

Code 100% taken from the queeeeeeen herself, Sky <3

Silver dollar, golden flame
Dirty water, poison rain
Perfect murder, take your aim

His laugh settles comfortably in her ear, drawing her eyes away from the horizon to notice the way the star beneath his eye scrunches with the movement. It's almost endearing, a boyish charm to the - Thal shoves the thought down a deep well she chooses to ignore, including the fading tingle of his touch and the all-to-seeing look of his eyes. Then she seals it off with the familiar mask of confident swagger, a flick of her tail added for good measure. 

Her shoulders lift like a shrug as she takes a deep breath, a mischievous grin revealing a flash of her fangs. These emotions come easier, all heat and sharp wit blazing in her eyes. "Good thing I like danger then." Especially if 'danger' looks like steamy nights with a soundtrack of lightning - although she could be convinced to enjoy other thrilling activities. Regardless, she can't find any reason she wouldn't be pleased to see the demigod standing at her doorstep.

The cold of the dying sunlight sends a small, trembling shiver down her tired body, but Thal is too intrigued by Vesper to justify moving just yet. She doesn't remember mentioning her ship to him but suspects it's entirely possible she let it slip during one of her moments of 'distraction,' briefly wondering what else she might have revealed, and equally impressed by his attention to detail. It's unusual for her to be so loose lipped, and she makes note to be more cautious before considering his offer - a tempting one certainly. Not having to lug her own tired weight would be nice, but the mental image causes her to let out a soft chuckle of amusement. She notices the way it still scrapes pleasantly against her hoarse throat before she's shaking her head. "As nice as that sounds, my crew would never respect me again if I got dropped off like some sad sack of potatoes." It might not last long when she threatens to rip them limb from limb to make the cremation easier, but that's a little more work than she's interested in doing right now. 

Thal raises an eyebrow at what she assumes is an invitation more than reciprocal information - if the shadowy suggestion of his smile is anything to go by. It makes her hum, a teasing smirk on her lips. "Hm? Not tired of me yet?" More than a little ego fuels her question, disguising the bit of curiosity.

I don't belong to anyone,
but everybody knows my name

Thalassa

I don't know what I'm looking for

Vesper’s eyes flicker open at the sound of her chuckle, the rough edge of it dragging across his skin like velvet lined with teeth. Gods, he likes that sound. Likes knowing it came from him. That every scratch of her throat and every slow breath is laced with the aftermath of what they just did.

Her grin, all sharp edges and stormy swagger, only draws another low curve to his own mouth. "Sad sack of potatoes, huh?" he echoes, glancing sidelong at her with a lazy, appreciative sweep of his gaze. "Could dress you up a bit. Wrap you in a fishnet. Maybe tuck a flower behind your ear." He grins. "You’d be the most dangerous sack of potatoes in all of Torchline."

But there’s something quieter behind the tease. An ease he doesn’t let show often—rare, even for him. And when she turns the question back on him, that brow arched, her smirk daring him to answer honestly, Vesper’s smile fades to something softer. Not less dangerous—just more thoughtful. More real. He turns his head fully toward her, blue eyes catching the last glint of the sun as he studies her face. "No," he says, and for once, there's no coyness, no teasing. Just the simple truth. "Not yet."

Then, after a beat too long to be casual, he adds, voice curling back into its usual rhythm, "Though you are a lotta work. Mouthy. Demanding. Prone to violence." His smirk returns, crooked and fond.

but I swear to God I'll find it

Code 100% taken from the queeeeeeen herself, Sky <3

Silver dollar, golden flame
Dirty water, poison rain
Perfect murder, take your aim

His words elicit a genuine laugh, something short and musical that fades into a fanged challenge. "I'd like to see you try to get me in that." As if he can't see the playful inferno in her eyes, she lets out a smokey breath of fire that wafts into the fading light above them. It's as much a way to warm herself as show off just how hard she'd make everyone's lives in the process. A veritable menace to society. 

But her smirk faulters at the look on his face - barely noticeable but jarring all the same. Something in her chest stirs, a flutter that sends warning bells chiming through her mind. She searches his eyes for some hint that he's lying, that he's just saying what he thinks she wants to hear in such a soft tone. The silence stretches as she fails to find anything, her mind racing to justify the words with ulterior motives: sex, entertainment, thrill. There are plenty of plausible explanations for his answer, and she sharpens the softness that had inadvertently entered her eyes, slows the spike in her heartrate to something easier - safer. Since the moment she wound up alone on the beach, it has protected her, shielded her from threats, and it hasn't failed her yet. 

Although it's hard to put up guards when Vesper gives her such 'flattering compliments.' Her smile widens, even as she's wants to balk at how "You barely know me." Yet it's almost funny in the absurdity, another low chuckle building in her throat. "Oh. You have no idea. This is me on a good day." Throwing commands aboard her ship? In the grips of bloodlust? The throughs of violent rage? This is tame in comparison and the dangerous glint in her eyes catch fire in the receding sunlight, seeming to ask, Think you can keep up?

I don't belong to anyone,
but everybody knows my name

Thalassa