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Oh, and he leads her into a fantastical dance, starting off slow and swaying before Thorn’s moving them around a bit more than keeping the two of them stationary — close and content, his chin above her shoulder, far enough away to not dive in yet close enough to give that nearly there possessive flare. (He’d be lying if he wasn’t giving subtle warnings to the other workers that flit here and about that she was taken for the evening.)
His hands are steady on her, not feeling the alcohol nearly as much as she might be given how little he’d had in comparison. But it makes him surefooted, capable of holding her close and guiding her until the song starts to slow as does his steps, her body against his that he finds difficult to part from in the moment as he takes her hand and steps back to give a polite bow, his billowy shirt moving with the motion as his smooth lips find the back of her hand.
The dance with Thorn enveloped Ellyra in a swirl of enchantment. His movements were fluid, guiding her through the rhythm of the music. The dance unfolded with a gentle sway that escalated into a graceful display of shared movement. As Thorn skillfully twirled her, Ellyra felt a tingle in her belly in his proximity. His chin above her shoulder hinted at a nearness that sent a delightful shiver down her spine, and she reveled in the sense of being claimed for the evening.
The song's decrescendo mirrored their gradual slowing steps, and Ellyra found herself reluctantly parting from the comforting embrace.
A final bow punctuated the dance and his lips met the back of her hand, smooth and tender. As the music faded, Ellyra couldn't help but savor the lingering look in the man's seafoam gaze. "Do you have a room?"
Baby, I'm dying for another taste
Code blatantly stolen from the fantastical, wonderful Odd
It works out well for him, the dance a brilliant way to start the evening, and even as he feels that pang of losing her with the closeness they had just shared, it’s one that doesn’t last long as his lips meet the back of her hand, gentlemanly. But he doesn’t let her hand go as he straightens up, his eyes remaining on her, trying to gauge what she may request next before the words fall from her lips and Thorn’s lips spread in an easy, confident smile.
“I do.” He hums, shifting to hold her hand better as he goes to guide her up the stairs toward the magical shifting rooms. The first door is open, and it’s one that Thorn easily guides her into, releasing her hand so that she can get accustomed to the rooms as he closes the door. “Go ahead and pick a place you’d be most comfortable or would like to try.” Maybe she’s adventurous and would like something beach front, or perhaps something more comfortable like a room familiar to her.
Either way, it’s her choice, and he waits with excitement blooming to see what she decides.
Ellyra was nearly vibrating as they headed towards the stairs. Each step up sent electricity through her feet, up her body, and out through her hands. While she had originally come to the establishment for its medical wing, the thought of spending a night with its main services to her made her feel excited. How long had it been since she was touched by someone else? Too long, too long indeed. She couldn’t remember how it felt to be lavished and fawned over. Her mind reached far back and even her last intimate encounter was fuzzy and grey — from long before the war.
Stepping in to the room she was gestured towards, Ellyra walked around it slowly. She smiled a sly, curling smile at Hawthorn’s words. Her mind, releasing the memory off her last encounter, rummaged around and dug into the bins of her memories and fantasies and desires. The room around them shifted and even as he mind tried to find its proper environment, she was amazed at the magic Frey placed into this place. Her plump lips parted and she released a shaky breath, though it was satisfied and shaky because of the chuckle in the back of her throat.
Hawthorn would find himself in a dark room filled with silk and velvet and everything cushy and warm. Deep mahogany wood and big, overarching furniture. The picture of the most prestigious of master bedrooms in the mansions of Stormbreak. The room was filled with every rich she could never afford — and then she turned towards Hawthorn, her grin filling her face from ear to ear.
Ellyra stepped towards him and dropped her shoulder some, head tilting to follow. ”Do you like it?”
Baby, I'm dying for another taste
Code blatantly stolen from the fantastical, wonderful Odd
The rooms were something that Thorn adored only for the fact that sure, he could hear as many stories and memories people could offer, but to see the spaces fill out, each detail perfectly there for his seafoam gaze to capture and take in on his own, certainly added to the appeal of his most recent hobbies. So he settles, watching as she flits about the room like the fae in the Greatwood, a soft smile tugging on his lips as he lifts his attention to the room as it shifts and changes.
Before he knows it, velvet and silk, warmth and large furniture he could get lost in, a warmth he hasn’t known since leaving Halo embraces him. It’s distracting enough that he belatedly notices when she steps back to him, his gaze finally landing on her as the smile stretches a bit wider. “Love it, Ellyra.” He breathes, stepping toward her, the loose billowing clothing out of place here, though it won’t matter given what awaits them.
He meets her halfway, arms slipping around her, ready to give her a night of her dreams.
The luxury of the room consumed Ellyra. All of her anxious nerves were gone as the room shifted into what she envisioned. The warmth of a fired up hearth filled in the spaces around them, chasing away the last blinks and kisses of damp and cold air. Ellyra crossed the room on dancing, light feet. Crawling up next to Hawthorn, she offered him a brilliant smile that matched the twinkle in his seafoam gaze.
Knowing exactly where their night would go next, Ellyra moved and turned her body to claim the man’s lap. With a hand on each shoulder, she asked him to show her the wonders he knew, and she reveled in him all night, before paying and leaving early to catch the first skyboat home.
FIN
Baby, I'm dying for another taste
Code blatantly stolen from the fantastical, wonderful Odd
