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He cannot believe they hadn’t seen each other in over a year.
The day Mide left Sharlayan, she had blubbered and clung to him like they would never meet again. G’raha had called her his sweet warrior, reminding her of the long talks they’d had about why she needed to leave. “Go off and find yourself,” he had encouraged, though he never wanted to leave her side. “You deserve this time.”
Mide was unhappy, being cooped up in Sharlayan. Unsure of her purpose now that she had fulfilled her shared mission with Hydaelyn. G’raha could not bear to watch his love mope about, so he’d sat her down and encouraged her to seek out what she needed — and reassured her that he would be right here once she returned.
And today was that day.
He was elated when, through their letters, she informed him in sloppy handwriting that she would be returning, even providing a date. G’raha’s tail swished anxiously as he waited on the docks, watching the large ship that bore his warrior come ever closer.
It felt as though an eternity had passed before the ship finally docked and released its passengers, people beginning to funnel out and down the ramp. He stood on his toes to look through the crowd, barely catching a glimpse of black and white hair before being pulled into a crushing hug.
“Raha, my Raha!”
The voice he’d longed to hear cooed into his ear as he was lifted from the ground and spun. He let out a startled sound, gripping the woman tightly.
“M-Mide, I am filled with joy to see you!” he managed through his surprise. Eventually, Mide released him, setting him back down so he was able to have a proper look at his unruly paramore.
The xaela wore dark leather armor, a ratty cape wrapped around her shoulders. On her back, her once ever-present lance had been replaced with a weapon not unlike the one Zenos had wielded at the end. Her hair was slightly longer now, too, white bangs hanging in her eyes. But her smile was the same – her expression beholding him like he was the sun. To this day, it made him feel unworthy.
Before he could utter another word, she brought a hand to his lower back and dipped him into a sweet kiss, as if he were a maiden in a fairytale — though he was unable to deny how it made him swoon. When she pulled back and brought them both upright, he knew his eyes must have been dazed and his cheeks flushed, his mouth unable to form proper sentences.
Mide took his hand once she helped him settle on his feet.
“Glad to see my Raha,” the woman beamed as she examined each one of his fingers, “Have you been eating properly? Listening to Krile and taking breaks?”
The man cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck with his unoccupied hand.
“Ah, yes, I have been trying to — though sometimes my research gets away from me a bit, and the time passes by before I notice.”
He quickly continued on when he saw the telltale frown on her lips, “But anyways! I see you picked up new martial training; you didn’t mention it in your letters or when we spoke.”
Mide’s linkpearl was old and finicky from the damage it sustained over her adventures. They had been able to speak a few times over it, but mostly communicated through letters. He had offered to buy her a new one, but she refused, attached to the old thing.
They had begun walking hand-in-hand back towards the Annex as they continued to talk.
“It sort of just… happened,” Mide tried to explain, moving her head from side to side. “I met an old lady in Ul’dah and she turned out to be the granddaughter of a man who tried to kill Emet-Selch when he was emperor. Then she taught me how to fight like them.”
She turned her head and smiled at him. “She didn’t know what to say when I told her the truth about who their emperor was.” She looked a little sad then, as she always did when she spoke of those ancient friends and enemies.
G’raha squeezed her hand, attempting to cheer her back up.
“Well, I cannot wait to see it in action! No doubt you have mastered it completely.”
His warrior was very gifted when it came to picking up new fighting techniques, after all.
Mide grinned sheepishly as they stepped into the Annex.
“Maybe,” she teased, a familiar, feral glint in her eyes as she looked over him like he was her prey.
Gods, did that look do things to him… Things it probably shouldn't.
G’raha cleared his throat, trying to keep his mind on track as it wandered to less-than-innocent prospects.
“I made sure your room was tidy and ready for you,” he explained. “I imagine you wish to rest from your journey.”
Mide frowned and shook her head, leaning into G’raha with enough force to almost topple the both of them as she wrapped herself around him.
“But I wanted to stay with you, in your room—” she whined, stopping just short as she seemed to remember to consider her partner’s potential feelings. “But if you don’t want to—”
She found herself suddenly cut off again, this time by an unusually loud ‘no!’ from G’raha.
“No! I-I mean, no,” he repeated, calming himself before speaking further. “I would be beside myself with joy to share a room with you.” He could feel his cheeks burning as he spoke.
Mide grinned and squeezed his hand. “Good, last time we shared a bed I was still recovering, and you wouldn’t touch me,” she murmured, voice low and only for his ears. “Will you touch me tonight, Raha?” Her stare was smoldering as she looked into his eyes, primal in its intent.
G’raha felt weak at the knees and nodded. “Y-yes, of course,” he answered. “I will be looking forward to it.” They had done little more than kiss, along with a few over-the-clothes touches, but they never had a chance to be truly alone back then. Honestly, at the time, he had not even been sure that Mide was interested in more intimate activities. She had never mentioned it, and never really engaged in the innuendos the Scions had sometimes thrown around jokingly.
He was cut off from his musing by a purr in his ear, a strong arm around his waist pulling him closer. “Good,” his inspiration whispered to him. “I have a special surprise — for later.” Then, all too soon, she pulled away, leaving him hot and bothered.
Wicked White, this woman would be the death of him.
The xaela just smiled at him. “Have you had lunch, Raha?” she asked, voice normal as if she had not just propositioned him. “Can we go on… a date? Is date the correct word?” The last part was mostly to herself, finger tapping at her chin as she contemplated.
G’raha took her hand once more and squeezed it. “Yes, I would love to have a date with you,” he murmured fondly, kissing her knuckles, his heart fluttering at the airy giggles his love released at the affectionate gesture.
“Good!” she chirped, turning and pulling him toward his room. “Need to put my stuff down, then we date!” she exclaimed loudly enough that they earned the attention of the students currently loitering about the Annex.
“Is that the Warrior of Light?” G’raha heard one student whisper to another as they passed, which made him swish his tail anxiously. “I think so,” the other student replied. “I heard she and G’raha Tia were together, after all.”
Oh, now G’raha thought he really might just die. Did so many people really know? Did everyone know how positively enamored with the woman dragging him along he was?
Mide stopped suddenly, turning her head toward the whispering students. She looked back at G’raha before glancing again to the students, tilting her head. Unbothered, she released G’raha’s hand and lifted him, adjusting him with ease so he lay like a newly-made bride in her arms. “Raha, you are too slow,” she pouted, carrying him to his room as the students balked at the scene.
“My love,” he hissed, face hot in embarrassment. “This is rather irregular.” Not many people here expressed large displays of affection so openly, and he was sure he would never live this down. Somehow he knew Krile had seen. Somehow she saw everything.
Mide looked down at him, her mismatched eyes boring into his as she kicked the door open with her foot. “Do you not like it?” she asked, once more using her foot to close the door behind them. “I am sorry; I will put you down now.” She sat him down on his two feet, rubbing her arm sheepishly, looking away ashamed. “I am sorry Raha, I didn’t mean to make you upset.”
G’raha stilled her hand and cupped her face so that their gazes met once more. “No, no, you just surprised me,” he assured. “Not many people here show affection like that so openly, and I think you may have startled some of the students,” he added, keeping his tone light and fond so she knew he was not angry.
The xaela huffed. “I can’t help it! When I see you I just feel like I have to touch you and hold you,” she whined, setting her rather heavy bag down – a thump sounding from impact with the floor, sending up a small cloud of dust. “Is that wrong?”
The man shook his head again. “I don’t think so,” he murmured, “because I feel the same. This year with you so far from me has been almost torture.” Of course they had written and spoken over linkpearl when they could, but it had not been the same.
She was suddenly crowding his personal space, pupils wide as he was the single target of her intense focus. She moved without speaking, shuffling him back towards the bed, releasing her scythe and sticking the blade into the floor without even taking her eyes off him.
G’raha’s ears pinned back as he winced at the sound of wood being split — Ojika was certain to be cross with them when he found the damage on the floor. “M-Mide?” he stuttered, the backs of his knees bumping the edge of the bed, before she was pushing him onto it. It seemed she had more on her mind now than a date. And he would be a liar if he did not admit he did too.
“Can I show you my surprise?” the woman asked, voice low.
He swallowed thickly and nodded. “Y-yes, please.” He had no idea what to expect, but the tightening of his pants reminded him it did not really matter. She stepped away and went to her pack, digging through it for a moment before pulling out a long wooden box.
She grinned and practically skipped back over to the bed, sitting beside him. “Open it,” she encouraged as she placed it on his lap, her tail waving eagerly as she waited for his reaction. G’raha smiled at her and did as she asked, carefully removing the lid.
By the Twelve, he had not been prepared for something like this.
Inside was a leather harness, pressed with an intricate floral design, that held a long, stone, phallus-shaped object. Next was what he assumed to be oil in a glass vial, helping put the picture together rather quite clearly. G’raha stared owlishly down at the device and then up at Mide. “I–I… you want to–with me?” he tried, stumbling through his words.
Mide nodded. “Yes, I do. Is that okay?” she asked earnestly. “I want to do everything with you, Raha. But I want to do this especially. Make you feel good.” She was an open book as always, bearing herself to him and ready for him to say no and accept it.
The miqo’te swallowed hard, face burning. “Yes... I want to do this. I would… actually like it… a lot.” He’d had certain fantasies about this exact scenario when he was supposed to be reading. It was unbelievable he was going to get to actually do them, and it did nothing but make him more aroused.
The way Mide smiled at him sent his heart aflutter, the woman leaning in to kiss him, effectively pinning him to the bed underneath her. “Raha, if you need to stop, tell me. And I’ll tell you too,” she murmured against his lips.
He swallowed again and nodded. “Of course,” he breathed, hands running up her arms. “I wish to make you feel good as well, if you will indulge me.” He received his answer with a fond smile and a kiss.
It was a mad dash on Mide’s part to get them both unclothed, throwing garments every which way. And after long, frantic motions he finally got a look at her in all her nude glory.
Muscle rippled under her skin, defined on her lithe body. Her breasts were small, but perfect handfuls for him, her nipples a dark, dusky color that matched her scales — stark in contrast to her light grey skin. “Can I… Can I touch you?” he asked, fingers twitching as he unconsciously reached toward her.
Mide smiled and nodded. “Yes,” she answered, moving closer as his hand cupped one of her breasts, squeezing it gently. She tilted her head, looking down to watch him fondle her with both hands, giggling softly. “Do you like them that much?” she inquired mirthfully, watching as he leaned forward and took a nipple between his lips. She shuddered at the warmth of his mouth, goosebumps forming on her skin. “Mm, that feels nice,” she sighed, running her fingers through his hair and feeling him purr.
G’raha was focused on the tits before him, eyes closed as he worshiped her. Eventually, Mide tugged lightly at his hair, signaling for him to pull back. They kissed once more, G’raha pulling away this time, glancing further down her body. “May I, down there?” he asked, eyes focused on the apex hidden between her pressed thighs. The woman nodded, letting him direct her back against the headboard and spread her legs for him.
A feast lay before him, glistening and warm as he leaned forward, tongue dipping between her folds. She squirmed above him, squealing when he found her clit and focused his attention there. He took back everything he had ever said before; this was where he could die a happy man. Right here, head being crushed by the thighs of the woman he loved as he worked her towards climax.
Her nails dug into the headboard, creating indents in the wood as she writhed, teeth gritted as moan after moan escaped. “R-Raha,” she panted, the man responding with his own happy noises and moans as he soaked up the taste of her. “Raha, soon,” she managed, gripping his hair more forcefully than before, which earned a moan from the man below her. It was all the encouragement he needed to focus on her clit, lapping and sucking on it as if it were his one purpose. She came suddenly with a loud cry, thighs clamping down on his head as she rode his face.
He was in bliss. Absolute bliss.
Eventually he was starting to lose the ability to breathe, despite his contentment as his face was used solely for her pleasure. He let out a small whine when she finally released him, vision a little spotty as she pulled him up into her arms. “Good boy, Raha,” she purred in his ear, nipping it slightly. “Are you ready for your gift?” she asked.
G’raha nodded, her praise going straight to his already straining dick. “Please,” he rasped, kissing her. She hummed and kissed him back, parting after a moment so that she could get the harness ready. He watched in fascination as she put it on with ease, adjusting the buckles on the sides before turning to him. “Knees, please,” she murmured, eyes lidded in pure debauchery.
He scrambled to do as she asked, moving onto his hands and knees and putting his ass on display for her. She walked forward, picking up the oil from the box and uncorking it with a ‘pop.’ Two warm, slick digits probed at his hole, making him shiver before he forced himself to relax.
This was not the first time he had felt this sensation–he was not the blushing virgin others thought, so he was aware of what to expect. Slowly, she worked him open, cooing praise to him the entire time. She told him how beautiful she thought he was, how smart and talented. Each word made his cock leak and twitch, an undignified whine spilling from his lips as she found that spot inside of him. She teased him there for a moment, until he let out a near-sob, and she pulled her fingers out.
He heard the sound of the vial again, watching out of the corner of his eyes as she coated the strap liberally with oils. She moved over him again, leaning down to kiss him on the shoulder blade, running the strap teasingly between his cheeks.
“Do you want to stay this way, or on your back?” she asked, voice full of love.
“B-back,” he panted, having to take a moment to find the words. “Want to see you.”
Mide cooed and helped him turn over, putting a pillow under his hips for his comfort. She settled between his legs and looked down at him with utmost devotion. “I love you,” she whispered, cupping his face.
G’raha felt his eyes well with tears, choking up from her affections. He leaned into her hands. “I love you too, in this life and the next.”
The woman above him sniffled a little – his warrior was always such a crybaby – and positioned the head of the strap at his hole.
Once more he forced himself to relax as she slowly slid into him, taking great care in his comfort, filling him up much more than her fingers had. She clasped their hands together as she remained seated within him, unmoving as he adjusted.
With a curt nod he let her know he was ready, squeezing her hands affectionately. Mide smiled down at him, moving to hoist one of his thighs up over her hip, rolling back before snapping into him.
G’raha’s eyes went wide as he let out a sound that he was unable to recognize as his own voice. Seemingly satisfied with that, Mide set a fast pace, practically fucking him into the matress as she soaked up each one of his sounds.
It was so much and still he needed more, begging her for all she could give him and her being so gracious to give him it. The bed shook from Mide’s efforts, taking her sweet lover in a way that he would feel all she felt for him, how she wanted to care for him and meet his needs eagerly. His hand shot to his cock, which she intercepted and knocked away.
“No, like this. Do it with only this,” she growled as she pinned his wrists above his head, his thigh now draped over her shoulder as she bent him in half, gripping his hip with bruising force.
The angle allowed her to go deeper, hitting that spot inside of him with each thrust, making him keen in need. Soon he tumbled over the edge, coming untouched as she pounded into him, calling her name so loudly that a more lucid part of his mind knew the entire Annex had heard him.
The Seeker was unable to hold back a sob when she finally touched his cock to wring out aftershocks. Her hips slowed to a gentle roll as she worked him through the remainder of his orgasm, whispering praise to him the entire time.
He hadn’t even realized that his eyes had shut until he opened them, looking back up at her expression of pure devotion. “Hey,” he croaked, smiling lazily, reaching for her after she released his wrists.
Mide leaned down and kissed him. “Hey,” she whispered back, keeping the kisses sweet and slow. Finally, she let his leg down and carefully pulled out of him, standing from the bed to take off the harness and grab a towel.
G’raha watched her with content, sated eyes, purring as she came back to the bed. She cleaned him gently, tossing the rag aside and laying beside him. He instantly curled into her, their arms wrapped and tangled around each other. He kissed her forehead. “Thank you, my star,” he whispered, voice hoarse from calling her name. “I will definitely have to repay the favor.”
Mide smiled, her fingers idly tracing the tattoo on his shoulder. “Oh? Are you going to take me like that?” she grinned. “I will be waiting.”
He growled softly, but playfully, fingers finding her sides and sending her into a fit of giggles, writhing on the bed. “I may not be as strong as you, but I will succeed in making you as boneless as you’ve made me,” he teased, finally relenting in his tickling.
The xaela’s face was flushed and eyes bright with her laughter. “Okay, okay. I can’t wait then,” she cooed, nuzzling their noses together. “Everything with you is fun, and exciting,” she added, voice low and warm.
G’raha chuckled. “You keep taking all my lines, my dear hero,” he murmured back, their tails twining together.
A knock at the door makes them both jump, Mide shooting up. “What!?” she snapped, annoyed that their moment was ruined.
“Ah, Mide? It is Alphinaud. I had heard from Krile you had come to Sharlayan for a visit–”
The elezen was cut off by his sister. “Mide! Why didn’t you come see us first? Krile spotted you with a new weapon. I want a demonstration!” Alisaie called.
A third voice spoke up. “We should not be here, judging by the faces of those we passed,” Estinien grumbled.
“What do you mean?” Alphinaud inquired, though there was a wariness to his voice.
A moment passed before he choked. “Oh, um, yes. Come see us later,” he managed, the sound of Alisaie’s snickering following.
“Come on, you two. Let us go back to your manor. I’m sure they’ll come to see us soon,” Estinien groused, trying to usher the twins away from the door.
Afterward, there was nothing but silence for several seconds, until Mide burst into a fit of giggles, wiggling against her lover on the bed and messing the sheets.
G’raha was mortified, but could not help but join her, pulling her to his chest. “I’m afraid privacy may still be an issue,” he murmured, combing his fingers through her short hair, pushing her bangs from her eyes.
Mide hummed in response, eyes heavy. “Maybe, but wanna nap before we go see everyone.” She sprawled out over him, lazily reaching over to tug up the blanket at the end of the bed, accomplished mostly by the use of her foot. Once they were tucked in and comfortable, it only took moments for her to fall asleep, exhausted from traveling and their activities.
G’raha watched her sleep, chest light as he listened to her little snores. What a truly amazing person his Warrior of Light was – beyond what he had read about her in the alternate future. Those stories never did her any justice, never captured who she really was. He was so thankful that he was allowed to see every little side of her, spend these moments with her – knowing she would not vanish nor would he turn to crystal now.
They could both live their own lives now, without the weight of duty or destiny hanging over them, and for as long as she allowed, he would spend his life at her side.