The sexual tension is killing me.
Jun. 1st, 2011 06:17 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
xhesikaTen points to anyone who can translate what Artemis says, because I AM NOT translating it.
Stopping entirely in a deserted corridor, Artemis glanced at her surroundings for somewhere to sit: a chair, a plush bench, even a table that she could move a small potted plant from. She settled for the wall, letting her back hit its cool surface as she realized that she had been lead into an area of Q'ael Dan'il that she had never seen before.
"Isn't there some place we could sit for a while?" She pushed a stray hair back into her stephane, and found herself almost annoyed with Kamen's lack of exhaustion. "This place is too big to go running around in dressed like this."
"Take off your shoes." Kamen said offhandedly. Despite learning quickly how to run in the higher-heeled boots of her service uniform, Kamen noted that Artemis had nearly fallen several times in their run in her small shoes. "They're slowing you down."
"I'll tear holes in my stockings if I go without them too long." She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest.
He stifled a laugh, "You aren't wearing any."
Artemis' face flushed red, "Kamen Nyles Covington, how would you know?"
"I saw your ankle." He gave her a wry smile and took a step closer to her, "You haven't worn stockings since last March Zero."
She swallowed in an attempt to wet her throat, and took a few slower breaths in an attempt to bring her face back to its normal shade—both gestures ended up being completely useless with Kamen's continued advance. "…It seemed like an appropriate way to celebrate my freedom?"
"Not drive your High General mad?"
"I take it back, you're a brute."
"You're right." He laughed, "The absence of stockings is nothing compared to months of you running around in nothing but a stola."
"I don't know that I like all this attention." She said cautiously, dropping her arms to her sides, "We're wading through all your botchery."
"I'm tired of not saying these things." He was leaning closer to her now, almost touching her nose with his own. "I have a pulse, I'm not dead." His lips brushed hers slightly, now talking against her mouth, "I'm not allowed to talk about the things we've done? The things I want to do?"
"I think…Ea vimjo." Her words caused Kamen to pull back a bit, giving her room to breathe. "I want to tear out all of those old memories and fill the void with you."
Kamen put the palm of his hand onto the wall next to her head and let his posture slouch, using the wall as his support. He watched her for a few seconds in silence, face melancholy and demure at the mention of old memories, if he didn't know any better he would have sworn that she had just proposed to him. "Let's go to the Haven tonight. Not for that. Just to get away from everything. Maybe we need to ease back into Q'ael Dan'il, maybe we got too used to the Haven."
"I liked the Haven. It was ours."
Kamen smiled and raised an eyebrow at her, "I think I could make a better house for you than that cave."
"I liked the Estate. Where we all grew up. Where we were all innocent and naïve. When you were just an adorable bully."
"A bully? Me?" Kamen narrowed his gaze at her accusation.
She pursed her lips quickly, "Don't even pretend it isn't true! You were always poking fun at me."
He laughed at her contorted face; leaning back in towards her, this time in a more playful mood, "You never did get over that clumsy phase, and you still trip over your words a lot."
She crossed her arms over her chest and gave him a wry smile, "I'm much better at articulating now than I was then."
"So did you mean to call me a titan earlier then?"
"No…I meant to call you a brute." She said, defeated.
"Awful pillow talk, My Dauphine." Kamen shook his head slowly, expecting that very response from her.
Artemis slowly lowered her gaze, not brooding on Kamen's response, but letting a series of thoughts flutter through her mind, the hum in the back of her head ever-present. "Kamen, maybe it would be better if we were—what are you doing?"
He was on his knees at that point and pulling her foot out from under her with one hand on her calf and the other stealing her shoe. He rubbed his thumb along the flesh of her leg, "You're right, you wouldn't want to tear these up."
With an even redder face than she had begun with, Artemis rolled her eyes and pulled her leg away from him, removing the other shoe herself before Kamen took it from her and tossed with its pair to the side of the hall.
Stopping entirely in a deserted corridor, Artemis glanced at her surroundings for somewhere to sit: a chair, a plush bench, even a table that she could move a small potted plant from. She settled for the wall, letting her back hit its cool surface as she realized that she had been lead into an area of Q'ael Dan'il that she had never seen before.
"Isn't there some place we could sit for a while?" She pushed a stray hair back into her stephane, and found herself almost annoyed with Kamen's lack of exhaustion. "This place is too big to go running around in dressed like this."
"Take off your shoes." Kamen said offhandedly. Despite learning quickly how to run in the higher-heeled boots of her service uniform, Kamen noted that Artemis had nearly fallen several times in their run in her small shoes. "They're slowing you down."
"I'll tear holes in my stockings if I go without them too long." She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest.
He stifled a laugh, "You aren't wearing any."
Artemis' face flushed red, "Kamen Nyles Covington, how would you know?"
"I saw your ankle." He gave her a wry smile and took a step closer to her, "You haven't worn stockings since last March Zero."
She swallowed in an attempt to wet her throat, and took a few slower breaths in an attempt to bring her face back to its normal shade—both gestures ended up being completely useless with Kamen's continued advance. "…It seemed like an appropriate way to celebrate my freedom?"
"Not drive your High General mad?"
"I take it back, you're a brute."
"You're right." He laughed, "The absence of stockings is nothing compared to months of you running around in nothing but a stola."
"I don't know that I like all this attention." She said cautiously, dropping her arms to her sides, "We're wading through all your botchery."
"I'm tired of not saying these things." He was leaning closer to her now, almost touching her nose with his own. "I have a pulse, I'm not dead." His lips brushed hers slightly, now talking against her mouth, "I'm not allowed to talk about the things we've done? The things I want to do?"
"I think…Ea vimjo." Her words caused Kamen to pull back a bit, giving her room to breathe. "I want to tear out all of those old memories and fill the void with you."
Kamen put the palm of his hand onto the wall next to her head and let his posture slouch, using the wall as his support. He watched her for a few seconds in silence, face melancholy and demure at the mention of old memories, if he didn't know any better he would have sworn that she had just proposed to him. "Let's go to the Haven tonight. Not for that. Just to get away from everything. Maybe we need to ease back into Q'ael Dan'il, maybe we got too used to the Haven."
"I liked the Haven. It was ours."
Kamen smiled and raised an eyebrow at her, "I think I could make a better house for you than that cave."
"I liked the Estate. Where we all grew up. Where we were all innocent and naïve. When you were just an adorable bully."
"A bully? Me?" Kamen narrowed his gaze at her accusation.
She pursed her lips quickly, "Don't even pretend it isn't true! You were always poking fun at me."
He laughed at her contorted face; leaning back in towards her, this time in a more playful mood, "You never did get over that clumsy phase, and you still trip over your words a lot."
She crossed her arms over her chest and gave him a wry smile, "I'm much better at articulating now than I was then."
"So did you mean to call me a titan earlier then?"
"No…I meant to call you a brute." She said, defeated.
"Awful pillow talk, My Dauphine." Kamen shook his head slowly, expecting that very response from her.
Artemis slowly lowered her gaze, not brooding on Kamen's response, but letting a series of thoughts flutter through her mind, the hum in the back of her head ever-present. "Kamen, maybe it would be better if we were—what are you doing?"
He was on his knees at that point and pulling her foot out from under her with one hand on her calf and the other stealing her shoe. He rubbed his thumb along the flesh of her leg, "You're right, you wouldn't want to tear these up."
With an even redder face than she had begun with, Artemis rolled her eyes and pulled her leg away from him, removing the other shoe herself before Kamen took it from her and tossed with its pair to the side of the hall.
