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It had taken a few moments, but Iolanthe had managed to extract herself from the crowd of nobles in the main room of the Dikastirio. The commander had been charming enough, but she needed air, an opportunity to clear her head after finally seeing Magnus again. She hadn't expected to feel the way she did, with a rush of feelings that she couldn't quite untangle in the crush of nobles and servants mingling and the buzz of the gossip around her. Every word she feared was one spreading the rumor of what she had done, her transgressions aboard the ship home from Taengea. As much pleasure had been gained, he could just as easily bring her down and destroy her reputation.
She found a space in a side corridor, sweeping down the hall to the far end where a window would allow her room to breathe. Leaning heavily against the sill she sucked in deep gulps of air and willed herself not to cry. It was all nonsense after all. She was the fool who had thought that a dalliance had meant more than it had, she was the fool who had gone and realized what it might be like to be in love. For years she had always longed to know, ached to find someone who would touch her and speak to her as Magnus had those nights, someone who would make her as glad to wake beside them as it did to go to bed at their side. She had fooled herself now into thinking that he could care for her truly, or that her family would allow such a match. He himself had said he was only play acting after all.
Eyes closed, she let her shoulders fall from their usual proud posture, crumpling as much as she could without fully letting herself fall. The window and the breeze from the sea and the charred city below was what kept her from bawling where anyone could find her if they took a wrong turn. That wouldn't do in the slightest. No one could see the weakness she felt, there could be no basis for rumors about her when she was still in the midst of searching for a husband who would be able to keep House Peisistratos in existence. If she didn't marry, when Isidore died everything they had would go back to the crown and both she and Galatea would be adrift unless they found new husbands. Perhaps if that were the case she could return to Taengea with Gala, find someone when Magnus was not being entirely distracting.
Curse it all, it was cold without the crush of bodies surrounding her, and she pulled her chlamys tighter about her shoulders, trying not to think of the warmth that he had filled her with.
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It had taken a few moments, but Iolanthe had managed to extract herself from the crowd of nobles in the main room of the Dikastirio. The commander had been charming enough, but she needed air, an opportunity to clear her head after finally seeing Magnus again. She hadn't expected to feel the way she did, with a rush of feelings that she couldn't quite untangle in the crush of nobles and servants mingling and the buzz of the gossip around her. Every word she feared was one spreading the rumor of what she had done, her transgressions aboard the ship home from Taengea. As much pleasure had been gained, he could just as easily bring her down and destroy her reputation.
She found a space in a side corridor, sweeping down the hall to the far end where a window would allow her room to breathe. Leaning heavily against the sill she sucked in deep gulps of air and willed herself not to cry. It was all nonsense after all. She was the fool who had thought that a dalliance had meant more than it had, she was the fool who had gone and realized what it might be like to be in love. For years she had always longed to know, ached to find someone who would touch her and speak to her as Magnus had those nights, someone who would make her as glad to wake beside them as it did to go to bed at their side. She had fooled herself now into thinking that he could care for her truly, or that her family would allow such a match. He himself had said he was only play acting after all.
Eyes closed, she let her shoulders fall from their usual proud posture, crumpling as much as she could without fully letting herself fall. The window and the breeze from the sea and the charred city below was what kept her from bawling where anyone could find her if they took a wrong turn. That wouldn't do in the slightest. No one could see the weakness she felt, there could be no basis for rumors about her when she was still in the midst of searching for a husband who would be able to keep House Peisistratos in existence. If she didn't marry, when Isidore died everything they had would go back to the crown and both she and Galatea would be adrift unless they found new husbands. Perhaps if that were the case she could return to Taengea with Gala, find someone when Magnus was not being entirely distracting.
Curse it all, it was cold without the crush of bodies surrounding her, and she pulled her chlamys tighter about her shoulders, trying not to think of the warmth that he had filled her with.
It had taken a few moments, but Iolanthe had managed to extract herself from the crowd of nobles in the main room of the Dikastirio. The commander had been charming enough, but she needed air, an opportunity to clear her head after finally seeing Magnus again. She hadn't expected to feel the way she did, with a rush of feelings that she couldn't quite untangle in the crush of nobles and servants mingling and the buzz of the gossip around her. Every word she feared was one spreading the rumor of what she had done, her transgressions aboard the ship home from Taengea. As much pleasure had been gained, he could just as easily bring her down and destroy her reputation.
She found a space in a side corridor, sweeping down the hall to the far end where a window would allow her room to breathe. Leaning heavily against the sill she sucked in deep gulps of air and willed herself not to cry. It was all nonsense after all. She was the fool who had thought that a dalliance had meant more than it had, she was the fool who had gone and realized what it might be like to be in love. For years she had always longed to know, ached to find someone who would touch her and speak to her as Magnus had those nights, someone who would make her as glad to wake beside them as it did to go to bed at their side. She had fooled herself now into thinking that he could care for her truly, or that her family would allow such a match. He himself had said he was only play acting after all.
Eyes closed, she let her shoulders fall from their usual proud posture, crumpling as much as she could without fully letting herself fall. The window and the breeze from the sea and the charred city below was what kept her from bawling where anyone could find her if they took a wrong turn. That wouldn't do in the slightest. No one could see the weakness she felt, there could be no basis for rumors about her when she was still in the midst of searching for a husband who would be able to keep House Peisistratos in existence. If she didn't marry, when Isidore died everything they had would go back to the crown and both she and Galatea would be adrift unless they found new husbands. Perhaps if that were the case she could return to Taengea with Gala, find someone when Magnus was not being entirely distracting.
Curse it all, it was cold without the crush of bodies surrounding her, and she pulled her chlamys tighter about her shoulders, trying not to think of the warmth that he had filled her with.
He had noticed her disappearance after spending a proper amount of time assisting Leto in conversation with the Queen and princes. As he had brought his sister off to mingle and converse with more nobles and their companions, Magnus's eyes seemed to involuntarily search the crowd of people in the Dikasitrio. His added height over his peers helped in his endeavor, yet his brows scrunched themselves up as they failed to locate that familiar head of pale brown locks, even as he saw the smiling face of the Commander she had been left to converse with while he accompanied Leto.
Curiosity and questions regarding her cold demeanor towards him when they had met at the main ballroom just moments earlier was what led Magnus to eventually extricate himself, citing that he had some important people to speak with. Leaving Leto with certain nobles he was sure would have her best interests at heart, Magnus had stole off into one of the few corridors off the side of the Dikasitrio, and by chance, lucked upon a servant who was just re-entering the ballroom with a tray of wine glasses.
Upon questioning, Magnus would learn that indeed, some of the servants had spied a lady dressed in what was Iolanthe's colors stealing down a side corridor just a few minutes earlier, exactly the information Magnus sought.
Following their instructions, the spymaster ensured that his steps were silent but swift along the marbled floor, as he peered in each corridor he passed, to no avail. He was a soft hearted man, and he had thoroughly enjoyed Iolanthe's company, one that made the journey back from Taengea much more tolerable when spent abed in her arms. Tangled together, they were sweet memories - but Magnus was a person who placed work first. Aside from his missive to her, he had sought no other contact. But was that what she found offensive? Was that why she had shied away from him?
He frowned at the thought, but dispensed with it for now. No sense in assuming when he did not know what she favored for now. No, he had to find her first, at least. She had to have an explanation for disappearing from a court session.
Ah, there she was.
His steps stilled, when he finally came to a space with a large window, and perched at its sill was the lady he sought for herself, her shoulders hunched into themselves. The air was chilly, of that Magnus was sure. And from what he remembered from their voyage, she was not one who favored the cold air, and would find it less palatable as the months turned colder, summer turning to fall.
"If I remember correctly, my lady, you do not fancy the cold at all. Why, pray tell, do you seem to find the scenery so to your liking when it is positively cold out there?" Attempting to make light of the situation, Magnus kept his tone as light as he could as he strolled nearer by a few steps to her, his eyes twinkling in the dark. Only the light of the crescent moon shone in enough to illuminate their presence, for space by the side corridor was otherwise thankfully silent, and without a torch. They were far enough away from everyone that the music was but a dream, and the spymaster had an easy smile on his lips, when he bowed to the lady whose pleasure he had the delight of knowing. "I've missed you, my lady."
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He had noticed her disappearance after spending a proper amount of time assisting Leto in conversation with the Queen and princes. As he had brought his sister off to mingle and converse with more nobles and their companions, Magnus's eyes seemed to involuntarily search the crowd of people in the Dikasitrio. His added height over his peers helped in his endeavor, yet his brows scrunched themselves up as they failed to locate that familiar head of pale brown locks, even as he saw the smiling face of the Commander she had been left to converse with while he accompanied Leto.
Curiosity and questions regarding her cold demeanor towards him when they had met at the main ballroom just moments earlier was what led Magnus to eventually extricate himself, citing that he had some important people to speak with. Leaving Leto with certain nobles he was sure would have her best interests at heart, Magnus had stole off into one of the few corridors off the side of the Dikasitrio, and by chance, lucked upon a servant who was just re-entering the ballroom with a tray of wine glasses.
Upon questioning, Magnus would learn that indeed, some of the servants had spied a lady dressed in what was Iolanthe's colors stealing down a side corridor just a few minutes earlier, exactly the information Magnus sought.
Following their instructions, the spymaster ensured that his steps were silent but swift along the marbled floor, as he peered in each corridor he passed, to no avail. He was a soft hearted man, and he had thoroughly enjoyed Iolanthe's company, one that made the journey back from Taengea much more tolerable when spent abed in her arms. Tangled together, they were sweet memories - but Magnus was a person who placed work first. Aside from his missive to her, he had sought no other contact. But was that what she found offensive? Was that why she had shied away from him?
He frowned at the thought, but dispensed with it for now. No sense in assuming when he did not know what she favored for now. No, he had to find her first, at least. She had to have an explanation for disappearing from a court session.
Ah, there she was.
His steps stilled, when he finally came to a space with a large window, and perched at its sill was the lady he sought for herself, her shoulders hunched into themselves. The air was chilly, of that Magnus was sure. And from what he remembered from their voyage, she was not one who favored the cold air, and would find it less palatable as the months turned colder, summer turning to fall.
"If I remember correctly, my lady, you do not fancy the cold at all. Why, pray tell, do you seem to find the scenery so to your liking when it is positively cold out there?" Attempting to make light of the situation, Magnus kept his tone as light as he could as he strolled nearer by a few steps to her, his eyes twinkling in the dark. Only the light of the crescent moon shone in enough to illuminate their presence, for space by the side corridor was otherwise thankfully silent, and without a torch. They were far enough away from everyone that the music was but a dream, and the spymaster had an easy smile on his lips, when he bowed to the lady whose pleasure he had the delight of knowing. "I've missed you, my lady."
He had noticed her disappearance after spending a proper amount of time assisting Leto in conversation with the Queen and princes. As he had brought his sister off to mingle and converse with more nobles and their companions, Magnus's eyes seemed to involuntarily search the crowd of people in the Dikasitrio. His added height over his peers helped in his endeavor, yet his brows scrunched themselves up as they failed to locate that familiar head of pale brown locks, even as he saw the smiling face of the Commander she had been left to converse with while he accompanied Leto.
Curiosity and questions regarding her cold demeanor towards him when they had met at the main ballroom just moments earlier was what led Magnus to eventually extricate himself, citing that he had some important people to speak with. Leaving Leto with certain nobles he was sure would have her best interests at heart, Magnus had stole off into one of the few corridors off the side of the Dikasitrio, and by chance, lucked upon a servant who was just re-entering the ballroom with a tray of wine glasses.
Upon questioning, Magnus would learn that indeed, some of the servants had spied a lady dressed in what was Iolanthe's colors stealing down a side corridor just a few minutes earlier, exactly the information Magnus sought.
Following their instructions, the spymaster ensured that his steps were silent but swift along the marbled floor, as he peered in each corridor he passed, to no avail. He was a soft hearted man, and he had thoroughly enjoyed Iolanthe's company, one that made the journey back from Taengea much more tolerable when spent abed in her arms. Tangled together, they were sweet memories - but Magnus was a person who placed work first. Aside from his missive to her, he had sought no other contact. But was that what she found offensive? Was that why she had shied away from him?
He frowned at the thought, but dispensed with it for now. No sense in assuming when he did not know what she favored for now. No, he had to find her first, at least. She had to have an explanation for disappearing from a court session.
Ah, there she was.
His steps stilled, when he finally came to a space with a large window, and perched at its sill was the lady he sought for herself, her shoulders hunched into themselves. The air was chilly, of that Magnus was sure. And from what he remembered from their voyage, she was not one who favored the cold air, and would find it less palatable as the months turned colder, summer turning to fall.
"If I remember correctly, my lady, you do not fancy the cold at all. Why, pray tell, do you seem to find the scenery so to your liking when it is positively cold out there?" Attempting to make light of the situation, Magnus kept his tone as light as he could as he strolled nearer by a few steps to her, his eyes twinkling in the dark. Only the light of the crescent moon shone in enough to illuminate their presence, for space by the side corridor was otherwise thankfully silent, and without a torch. They were far enough away from everyone that the music was but a dream, and the spymaster had an easy smile on his lips, when he bowed to the lady whose pleasure he had the delight of knowing. "I've missed you, my lady."
Of course he had seen her leave, he was the master informer he was supposed to know everything. It surprised her that he had followed. If perhaps she had been in a more rational frame of thought she would have understood why he had behaved as he had in the time since their return. He was busy, he’d come back to a fire that had devastated the capital city and required his full attention. His sister was attending her first court event, and so many other things she couldn’t even begin to know. It wasn’t in his ability to drop everything to focus on her, in spite of her own feelings in the matter.
No what was stuck in her mind was that finally in her life after all of the time spent seeking love and affirmation that she wasn’t undesirable. In all of her ten years of marriage she had never once felt as cherished or adored as she had in those nights on the boat home from Taengea with him. Never once had she realized that a body could feel as much, could a soul share as much as he had shown her. Magnus was the opposite of her late husband in every way, and she hadn’t realized how much she craved the affection and desire she had been spoiled with in his company, but the sudden lack of it hurt and left her with a cold, gaping hole in her heart.
His footsteps had been silent enough that his voice surprised her and Iolanthe turned with tears still on her cheeks though she wiped them away furiously before crossing her arms over her chest. He’d seen her in incredibly compromising states but to see her now crying felt far too personal and she kept her gaze on her feet, leaning back against the windowsill in spite of the cold.
”You are correct, sir. I simply found myself in need of fresh air.” She sniffed once more before looking up at him defiantly as he bowed to her and professed that he’d missed her. She’d missed him too, with every fibre of her being aching at the absence after so much time together, but it wasn’t as if she could admit that to him now. Right now she just wanted to get away so she could weep out her feelings in private without him staring at her, no doubt ready to taunt her over being unable to be as cavalier about taking lovers as he clearly was.
”If you’ll excuse me.” She didn’t reply to his declaration of missing her, instead straightening her chiton and attempting to stride past him, hugging the wall so she wouldn’t have to accidentally touch him, afraid of what it might spark in her that she had been trying to suppress.
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Of course he had seen her leave, he was the master informer he was supposed to know everything. It surprised her that he had followed. If perhaps she had been in a more rational frame of thought she would have understood why he had behaved as he had in the time since their return. He was busy, he’d come back to a fire that had devastated the capital city and required his full attention. His sister was attending her first court event, and so many other things she couldn’t even begin to know. It wasn’t in his ability to drop everything to focus on her, in spite of her own feelings in the matter.
No what was stuck in her mind was that finally in her life after all of the time spent seeking love and affirmation that she wasn’t undesirable. In all of her ten years of marriage she had never once felt as cherished or adored as she had in those nights on the boat home from Taengea with him. Never once had she realized that a body could feel as much, could a soul share as much as he had shown her. Magnus was the opposite of her late husband in every way, and she hadn’t realized how much she craved the affection and desire she had been spoiled with in his company, but the sudden lack of it hurt and left her with a cold, gaping hole in her heart.
His footsteps had been silent enough that his voice surprised her and Iolanthe turned with tears still on her cheeks though she wiped them away furiously before crossing her arms over her chest. He’d seen her in incredibly compromising states but to see her now crying felt far too personal and she kept her gaze on her feet, leaning back against the windowsill in spite of the cold.
”You are correct, sir. I simply found myself in need of fresh air.” She sniffed once more before looking up at him defiantly as he bowed to her and professed that he’d missed her. She’d missed him too, with every fibre of her being aching at the absence after so much time together, but it wasn’t as if she could admit that to him now. Right now she just wanted to get away so she could weep out her feelings in private without him staring at her, no doubt ready to taunt her over being unable to be as cavalier about taking lovers as he clearly was.
”If you’ll excuse me.” She didn’t reply to his declaration of missing her, instead straightening her chiton and attempting to stride past him, hugging the wall so she wouldn’t have to accidentally touch him, afraid of what it might spark in her that she had been trying to suppress.
Of course he had seen her leave, he was the master informer he was supposed to know everything. It surprised her that he had followed. If perhaps she had been in a more rational frame of thought she would have understood why he had behaved as he had in the time since their return. He was busy, he’d come back to a fire that had devastated the capital city and required his full attention. His sister was attending her first court event, and so many other things she couldn’t even begin to know. It wasn’t in his ability to drop everything to focus on her, in spite of her own feelings in the matter.
No what was stuck in her mind was that finally in her life after all of the time spent seeking love and affirmation that she wasn’t undesirable. In all of her ten years of marriage she had never once felt as cherished or adored as she had in those nights on the boat home from Taengea with him. Never once had she realized that a body could feel as much, could a soul share as much as he had shown her. Magnus was the opposite of her late husband in every way, and she hadn’t realized how much she craved the affection and desire she had been spoiled with in his company, but the sudden lack of it hurt and left her with a cold, gaping hole in her heart.
His footsteps had been silent enough that his voice surprised her and Iolanthe turned with tears still on her cheeks though she wiped them away furiously before crossing her arms over her chest. He’d seen her in incredibly compromising states but to see her now crying felt far too personal and she kept her gaze on her feet, leaning back against the windowsill in spite of the cold.
”You are correct, sir. I simply found myself in need of fresh air.” She sniffed once more before looking up at him defiantly as he bowed to her and professed that he’d missed her. She’d missed him too, with every fibre of her being aching at the absence after so much time together, but it wasn’t as if she could admit that to him now. Right now she just wanted to get away so she could weep out her feelings in private without him staring at her, no doubt ready to taunt her over being unable to be as cavalier about taking lovers as he clearly was.
”If you’ll excuse me.” She didn’t reply to his declaration of missing her, instead straightening her chiton and attempting to stride past him, hugging the wall so she wouldn’t have to accidentally touch him, afraid of what it might spark in her that she had been trying to suppress.
He frowned, his easy smile melting into one of question when he saw the obvious way in which Iolanthe swiped at her cheeks furiously, an unmistakable movement regardless of how nonchalant she tried to make it appear.He was no fool. Magnus had made his career out of reading movements, body language, eye contact and colluding all the little bits and pieces of information he could gather to form a concrete, solid piece of evidence. She was upset, of that he did not doubt, especially when she still refused to meet his gaze.
Fresh air was a farce, and if the situation was anything other then this taut, Magnus would've barked a laugh at it. But now he simply kept his gaze steady on her, trying and failing to get a proper read on why and what exactly had happened to result in her this way. The shadows of the hidden, deserted alcove did not aid in his progress however.
Instinctively, he reached out to grab her as she attempted to stride past him, arms around her waist. He had been close to the wall already, and all he had to do was lean his shoulder slightly closer to prevent Iolanthe's path away. In public, this would have caused a scene, but now that they were in private, Magnus wanted answers and he wanted them now. "Not excused." he murmured in reply, his tone still soft even if his grip was firm in disallowing her to leave.
Gently nudging her so she would back up a step, the dark-haired male frowned as he bent lower to peer at her face, and then used a finger to tilt her chin upwards so he could clearly study her. "What's the matter, Io? Was it something I said? Or did? The evening has yet to begin. Surely I have no caused that much damage with the scarce few word's we've barely managed to exchange." he murmured, trying to strike a joke as he stepped closer, pulling her the way he had those nights on their voyage behind the doors of his chambers. "Tell me, my lady." Magnus's breathe ghosted across her cheek as he leaned in closer, as if tempting her with a kiss. And in truth he was tempted too, but he was not about to go into this without a proper explanation. "Tell me, so I can fix what hurts you so." -- Her bright smile made Magnus involuntarily smile as well when she greeted him, but it took little time for the spymaster's eyes to fall to how little the dress she wore covered, something considered quite indecent should she be at court. But as someone who came from a small province himself, he knew that the nobility was a little more relaxed when they were out of the main capitol of Colchis. It did not detract Magnus from allowing his eyes to wander first however, lingering on her bare shoulders and the curve of her neck, surfaces he had peppered kisses all over before.
And neither did he make it subtle, really. Knowing Galatea's home, he knew that her servant's were subtle, and discreet, something necessary when their mistress ran the best parties attended by people miles around. Magnus himself used to attend if to network, until he got into his job as the Master Informer just a few years prior.
Having stood in the entrance hall for a while before his lover made her appearance, Magnus had observed the well furnished manor which housed the Peisistratos family, yet the moment Iolanthe made her appearance, his attention had zeroed in on her. Opening his arms to accept her embrace, he leaned down and managed to brush his lips against the curve of her shoulder even as she kissed his cheek. Leaning back, the spymaster gave an affectionate chuckle as he reached up to attempt to rearrange her messed up curls.
"Is this how you present yourself to the people of Arcanes?" he murmured, in an attempt to mock her, before his smile grew warmer. "I think I somewhat like it." It was reminiscient of how she would look like after Magnus thoroughly tupped her, and it stirred up highly favorable memories as he stepped back and gave a more appropriate greeting by bowing at her waist to her. "It is my pleasure to see you in your home as well, Lady Iolanthe. My sister will arrive in a few days, and I am thankful for your invitation, for I think Leto would greatly love being back in a small province again." As if he was looking around for someone, his dark eyes slid to the surrounding, and then a questioning look fell on Iolanthe after. "Is your sister and brother currently indisposed? I should make my arrival known to the Lord and Lady of the House, I think." It was a habit long cultivated in Magnus ever since he started moving in the inner circles of nobility, even as one who was no noble himself.
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He frowned, his easy smile melting into one of question when he saw the obvious way in which Iolanthe swiped at her cheeks furiously, an unmistakable movement regardless of how nonchalant she tried to make it appear.He was no fool. Magnus had made his career out of reading movements, body language, eye contact and colluding all the little bits and pieces of information he could gather to form a concrete, solid piece of evidence. She was upset, of that he did not doubt, especially when she still refused to meet his gaze.
Fresh air was a farce, and if the situation was anything other then this taut, Magnus would've barked a laugh at it. But now he simply kept his gaze steady on her, trying and failing to get a proper read on why and what exactly had happened to result in her this way. The shadows of the hidden, deserted alcove did not aid in his progress however.
Instinctively, he reached out to grab her as she attempted to stride past him, arms around her waist. He had been close to the wall already, and all he had to do was lean his shoulder slightly closer to prevent Iolanthe's path away. In public, this would have caused a scene, but now that they were in private, Magnus wanted answers and he wanted them now. "Not excused." he murmured in reply, his tone still soft even if his grip was firm in disallowing her to leave.
Gently nudging her so she would back up a step, the dark-haired male frowned as he bent lower to peer at her face, and then used a finger to tilt her chin upwards so he could clearly study her. "What's the matter, Io? Was it something I said? Or did? The evening has yet to begin. Surely I have no caused that much damage with the scarce few word's we've barely managed to exchange." he murmured, trying to strike a joke as he stepped closer, pulling her the way he had those nights on their voyage behind the doors of his chambers. "Tell me, my lady." Magnus's breathe ghosted across her cheek as he leaned in closer, as if tempting her with a kiss. And in truth he was tempted too, but he was not about to go into this without a proper explanation. "Tell me, so I can fix what hurts you so." -- Her bright smile made Magnus involuntarily smile as well when she greeted him, but it took little time for the spymaster's eyes to fall to how little the dress she wore covered, something considered quite indecent should she be at court. But as someone who came from a small province himself, he knew that the nobility was a little more relaxed when they were out of the main capitol of Colchis. It did not detract Magnus from allowing his eyes to wander first however, lingering on her bare shoulders and the curve of her neck, surfaces he had peppered kisses all over before.
And neither did he make it subtle, really. Knowing Galatea's home, he knew that her servant's were subtle, and discreet, something necessary when their mistress ran the best parties attended by people miles around. Magnus himself used to attend if to network, until he got into his job as the Master Informer just a few years prior.
Having stood in the entrance hall for a while before his lover made her appearance, Magnus had observed the well furnished manor which housed the Peisistratos family, yet the moment Iolanthe made her appearance, his attention had zeroed in on her. Opening his arms to accept her embrace, he leaned down and managed to brush his lips against the curve of her shoulder even as she kissed his cheek. Leaning back, the spymaster gave an affectionate chuckle as he reached up to attempt to rearrange her messed up curls.
"Is this how you present yourself to the people of Arcanes?" he murmured, in an attempt to mock her, before his smile grew warmer. "I think I somewhat like it." It was reminiscient of how she would look like after Magnus thoroughly tupped her, and it stirred up highly favorable memories as he stepped back and gave a more appropriate greeting by bowing at her waist to her. "It is my pleasure to see you in your home as well, Lady Iolanthe. My sister will arrive in a few days, and I am thankful for your invitation, for I think Leto would greatly love being back in a small province again." As if he was looking around for someone, his dark eyes slid to the surrounding, and then a questioning look fell on Iolanthe after. "Is your sister and brother currently indisposed? I should make my arrival known to the Lord and Lady of the House, I think." It was a habit long cultivated in Magnus ever since he started moving in the inner circles of nobility, even as one who was no noble himself.
He frowned, his easy smile melting into one of question when he saw the obvious way in which Iolanthe swiped at her cheeks furiously, an unmistakable movement regardless of how nonchalant she tried to make it appear.He was no fool. Magnus had made his career out of reading movements, body language, eye contact and colluding all the little bits and pieces of information he could gather to form a concrete, solid piece of evidence. She was upset, of that he did not doubt, especially when she still refused to meet his gaze.
Fresh air was a farce, and if the situation was anything other then this taut, Magnus would've barked a laugh at it. But now he simply kept his gaze steady on her, trying and failing to get a proper read on why and what exactly had happened to result in her this way. The shadows of the hidden, deserted alcove did not aid in his progress however.
Instinctively, he reached out to grab her as she attempted to stride past him, arms around her waist. He had been close to the wall already, and all he had to do was lean his shoulder slightly closer to prevent Iolanthe's path away. In public, this would have caused a scene, but now that they were in private, Magnus wanted answers and he wanted them now. "Not excused." he murmured in reply, his tone still soft even if his grip was firm in disallowing her to leave.
Gently nudging her so she would back up a step, the dark-haired male frowned as he bent lower to peer at her face, and then used a finger to tilt her chin upwards so he could clearly study her. "What's the matter, Io? Was it something I said? Or did? The evening has yet to begin. Surely I have no caused that much damage with the scarce few word's we've barely managed to exchange." he murmured, trying to strike a joke as he stepped closer, pulling her the way he had those nights on their voyage behind the doors of his chambers. "Tell me, my lady." Magnus's breathe ghosted across her cheek as he leaned in closer, as if tempting her with a kiss. And in truth he was tempted too, but he was not about to go into this without a proper explanation. "Tell me, so I can fix what hurts you so." -- Her bright smile made Magnus involuntarily smile as well when she greeted him, but it took little time for the spymaster's eyes to fall to how little the dress she wore covered, something considered quite indecent should she be at court. But as someone who came from a small province himself, he knew that the nobility was a little more relaxed when they were out of the main capitol of Colchis. It did not detract Magnus from allowing his eyes to wander first however, lingering on her bare shoulders and the curve of her neck, surfaces he had peppered kisses all over before.
And neither did he make it subtle, really. Knowing Galatea's home, he knew that her servant's were subtle, and discreet, something necessary when their mistress ran the best parties attended by people miles around. Magnus himself used to attend if to network, until he got into his job as the Master Informer just a few years prior.
Having stood in the entrance hall for a while before his lover made her appearance, Magnus had observed the well furnished manor which housed the Peisistratos family, yet the moment Iolanthe made her appearance, his attention had zeroed in on her. Opening his arms to accept her embrace, he leaned down and managed to brush his lips against the curve of her shoulder even as she kissed his cheek. Leaning back, the spymaster gave an affectionate chuckle as he reached up to attempt to rearrange her messed up curls.
"Is this how you present yourself to the people of Arcanes?" he murmured, in an attempt to mock her, before his smile grew warmer. "I think I somewhat like it." It was reminiscient of how she would look like after Magnus thoroughly tupped her, and it stirred up highly favorable memories as he stepped back and gave a more appropriate greeting by bowing at her waist to her. "It is my pleasure to see you in your home as well, Lady Iolanthe. My sister will arrive in a few days, and I am thankful for your invitation, for I think Leto would greatly love being back in a small province again." As if he was looking around for someone, his dark eyes slid to the surrounding, and then a questioning look fell on Iolanthe after. "Is your sister and brother currently indisposed? I should make my arrival known to the Lord and Lady of the House, I think." It was a habit long cultivated in Magnus ever since he started moving in the inner circles of nobility, even as one who was no noble himself.
His grip shocked her and she stared up at him, eyes wide and lips parted with a protest that she couldn’t manage to get out as he kept her where she was and then forced her back against the wall. Her shock turned into a glare as he held her in place, not at all pleased as her feelings shifted from surprise to annoyance less at him than herself. His touch had once again sent waves of heat through her even as she willed herself to be upset with him even still, the use of her pet name on his lips irritatingly perfect.
Iolanthe didn’t fight him as he lifted her chin, pursing her lips as he leaned temptingly close and instead gripping his hand to try to pry it away from her face. His voice and closeness was making it incredibly difficult to stay angry and resolute at him, the last thing she wanted was to give in once more, give him the satisfaction of keeping her in his thrall. No doubt it was a point of pride for him, keeping a noble mistress of sorts.
”It is the few of the words that…” The small brunette bit her lip, refusing to say that it had hurt to hear so little from him after so long in his company. Such sweet, caring company that had made her ache and long for him when they had been parted in a way that was utterly infuriating. How dare he do this to her, have such an effect and give her a taste of what could be only to vanish. Even with his letter, saying that he couldn’t see her or speak with her for a while, as if she would simply hang on and wait for him when he had given her no promises or reassurances that she was more than a simple dalliance.
Throwing his hand as best she could, Io crossed her arms over her chest in defiance to try to keep space between them as he leaned in, eyes fluttering against her will as his whispers brushed across her cheek. How easy it would be to just give in and throw herself at him as she had on the boat, wanton and secret in the corner here where they were hidden from the rest of the world for just this moment. Her petulance died down slowly as the heat of his body warmed her frigid stance, fighting off the cold for her as he had that first night on the boat, and one of her hands found itself gripping the fabric at his chest as he pressed even closer. The truth might make her seem like a silly, naive girl but then again, she had already misbehaved in her affair with him.
”I thought you didn’t want to see me again. After the boat. Thought perhaps I was just another..conquest. And I’m embarrassed. Because I still want to see you. But not if I’m just going to be...a mistress. To be used and thrown away. And I shouldn’t want to see you because...I just shouldn’t but I do. So..there.” Leaning away she set her head against the wall and crossed her arms once again, letting go of him and turning her face away to look back out the window. Her words had been foolish and disjointed, hardly making sense to herself much less him she was sure, and her face burned red from how nonsensical she sounded. At this point she was fully expecting him to laugh and walk away for good.
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His grip shocked her and she stared up at him, eyes wide and lips parted with a protest that she couldn’t manage to get out as he kept her where she was and then forced her back against the wall. Her shock turned into a glare as he held her in place, not at all pleased as her feelings shifted from surprise to annoyance less at him than herself. His touch had once again sent waves of heat through her even as she willed herself to be upset with him even still, the use of her pet name on his lips irritatingly perfect.
Iolanthe didn’t fight him as he lifted her chin, pursing her lips as he leaned temptingly close and instead gripping his hand to try to pry it away from her face. His voice and closeness was making it incredibly difficult to stay angry and resolute at him, the last thing she wanted was to give in once more, give him the satisfaction of keeping her in his thrall. No doubt it was a point of pride for him, keeping a noble mistress of sorts.
”It is the few of the words that…” The small brunette bit her lip, refusing to say that it had hurt to hear so little from him after so long in his company. Such sweet, caring company that had made her ache and long for him when they had been parted in a way that was utterly infuriating. How dare he do this to her, have such an effect and give her a taste of what could be only to vanish. Even with his letter, saying that he couldn’t see her or speak with her for a while, as if she would simply hang on and wait for him when he had given her no promises or reassurances that she was more than a simple dalliance.
Throwing his hand as best she could, Io crossed her arms over her chest in defiance to try to keep space between them as he leaned in, eyes fluttering against her will as his whispers brushed across her cheek. How easy it would be to just give in and throw herself at him as she had on the boat, wanton and secret in the corner here where they were hidden from the rest of the world for just this moment. Her petulance died down slowly as the heat of his body warmed her frigid stance, fighting off the cold for her as he had that first night on the boat, and one of her hands found itself gripping the fabric at his chest as he pressed even closer. The truth might make her seem like a silly, naive girl but then again, she had already misbehaved in her affair with him.
”I thought you didn’t want to see me again. After the boat. Thought perhaps I was just another..conquest. And I’m embarrassed. Because I still want to see you. But not if I’m just going to be...a mistress. To be used and thrown away. And I shouldn’t want to see you because...I just shouldn’t but I do. So..there.” Leaning away she set her head against the wall and crossed her arms once again, letting go of him and turning her face away to look back out the window. Her words had been foolish and disjointed, hardly making sense to herself much less him she was sure, and her face burned red from how nonsensical she sounded. At this point she was fully expecting him to laugh and walk away for good.
His grip shocked her and she stared up at him, eyes wide and lips parted with a protest that she couldn’t manage to get out as he kept her where she was and then forced her back against the wall. Her shock turned into a glare as he held her in place, not at all pleased as her feelings shifted from surprise to annoyance less at him than herself. His touch had once again sent waves of heat through her even as she willed herself to be upset with him even still, the use of her pet name on his lips irritatingly perfect.
Iolanthe didn’t fight him as he lifted her chin, pursing her lips as he leaned temptingly close and instead gripping his hand to try to pry it away from her face. His voice and closeness was making it incredibly difficult to stay angry and resolute at him, the last thing she wanted was to give in once more, give him the satisfaction of keeping her in his thrall. No doubt it was a point of pride for him, keeping a noble mistress of sorts.
”It is the few of the words that…” The small brunette bit her lip, refusing to say that it had hurt to hear so little from him after so long in his company. Such sweet, caring company that had made her ache and long for him when they had been parted in a way that was utterly infuriating. How dare he do this to her, have such an effect and give her a taste of what could be only to vanish. Even with his letter, saying that he couldn’t see her or speak with her for a while, as if she would simply hang on and wait for him when he had given her no promises or reassurances that she was more than a simple dalliance.
Throwing his hand as best she could, Io crossed her arms over her chest in defiance to try to keep space between them as he leaned in, eyes fluttering against her will as his whispers brushed across her cheek. How easy it would be to just give in and throw herself at him as she had on the boat, wanton and secret in the corner here where they were hidden from the rest of the world for just this moment. Her petulance died down slowly as the heat of his body warmed her frigid stance, fighting off the cold for her as he had that first night on the boat, and one of her hands found itself gripping the fabric at his chest as he pressed even closer. The truth might make her seem like a silly, naive girl but then again, she had already misbehaved in her affair with him.
”I thought you didn’t want to see me again. After the boat. Thought perhaps I was just another..conquest. And I’m embarrassed. Because I still want to see you. But not if I’m just going to be...a mistress. To be used and thrown away. And I shouldn’t want to see you because...I just shouldn’t but I do. So..there.” Leaning away she set her head against the wall and crossed her arms once again, letting go of him and turning her face away to look back out the window. Her words had been foolish and disjointed, hardly making sense to herself much less him she was sure, and her face burned red from how nonsensical she sounded. At this point she was fully expecting him to laugh and walk away for good.
She was a fetching thing - Magnus had always thought so, even that first time he had seen her on the docks just before she had been sent off to her marriage and her husband in some far off land. But they had both been young then. Now Iolanthe seems to only have grown into her looks, stately and graceful as she was. Even when she looked utterly outraged, a part of Magnus's mind was tickled at how delightful she looked, unable to help the small smile at her glare of annoyance. Was that directed at him? Oddly, he couldn't tell.
Her words were cut off, resulting in a flicker of interest in Magnus's eyes when she shut herself off and turned away. Was she hiding something?
Magnus smiled in amusement again when she defiantly crossed her arms, a subconscious way of attempting to ward him away, even if her body turned towards him. Body language never lied. Leaning in closer, a satisfied feeling bloomed in her chest when she finally curled her fingers around his tunic, and Magnus had to lean back a little to look down at her. With words muffled against his chest, even then the spymaster picked out most of what she said.
His chest rumbled with a chuckle, both surprised but somewhat pleased that her rejection of him now was not because of a serious matter persay. This, Magnus can deal with.
As she leaned away, Magnus leaned in closer and pressed his lips against hers, a kiss far more chaste then the ones they had shared on the boat, but spoke words that she had missed. A brief encounter was all it was, for he leaned back to speak after. "I sent you the missive, sweet one. And I meant it. I always am busy for the first few weeks upon my return, and the fire did not make things any easier." Not bothering that he would mess up her locks, he reached up and ran his hand through her waves, cupping the back of her neck. "I'm sorry if it has made you feel such, but trust me when I said you are more then just a simple mistress. However, you have to remember our positions... I cannot simply go to your cousin and your brother as I am right now and express my wish to court you."
The other and slid around her waist, and pulled her closer to him so her whole body was flush against his own, not at all different from the way he would hold her against him those nights on the boat. "Give me time, sweetling. I want to see you again too. Trust me." His lips fell to her skin again, this time on the corner of her lips, and then towards her ear where he nipped at the ear lobe. "We will get to where you want. But you have to be patient. For now... the shadow is a friend." He whispered huskily against her ear, and then allowed his lips to trail downwards towards the arch of her neck. There, he nipped and kissed, allowed his tongue to draw patterns on her skin, down to her shoulder, where he nudged the sleeves of her dress down, nuzzling the soft cream of her chest, down to the top of the breast revealed by the dress.
"Would you still have me, darling?" Cause god forbid, he's spent a week wooing her, he was not about to stop now. Not when she came with all she brought as a lady of nobility.
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She was a fetching thing - Magnus had always thought so, even that first time he had seen her on the docks just before she had been sent off to her marriage and her husband in some far off land. But they had both been young then. Now Iolanthe seems to only have grown into her looks, stately and graceful as she was. Even when she looked utterly outraged, a part of Magnus's mind was tickled at how delightful she looked, unable to help the small smile at her glare of annoyance. Was that directed at him? Oddly, he couldn't tell.
Her words were cut off, resulting in a flicker of interest in Magnus's eyes when she shut herself off and turned away. Was she hiding something?
Magnus smiled in amusement again when she defiantly crossed her arms, a subconscious way of attempting to ward him away, even if her body turned towards him. Body language never lied. Leaning in closer, a satisfied feeling bloomed in her chest when she finally curled her fingers around his tunic, and Magnus had to lean back a little to look down at her. With words muffled against his chest, even then the spymaster picked out most of what she said.
His chest rumbled with a chuckle, both surprised but somewhat pleased that her rejection of him now was not because of a serious matter persay. This, Magnus can deal with.
As she leaned away, Magnus leaned in closer and pressed his lips against hers, a kiss far more chaste then the ones they had shared on the boat, but spoke words that she had missed. A brief encounter was all it was, for he leaned back to speak after. "I sent you the missive, sweet one. And I meant it. I always am busy for the first few weeks upon my return, and the fire did not make things any easier." Not bothering that he would mess up her locks, he reached up and ran his hand through her waves, cupping the back of her neck. "I'm sorry if it has made you feel such, but trust me when I said you are more then just a simple mistress. However, you have to remember our positions... I cannot simply go to your cousin and your brother as I am right now and express my wish to court you."
The other and slid around her waist, and pulled her closer to him so her whole body was flush against his own, not at all different from the way he would hold her against him those nights on the boat. "Give me time, sweetling. I want to see you again too. Trust me." His lips fell to her skin again, this time on the corner of her lips, and then towards her ear where he nipped at the ear lobe. "We will get to where you want. But you have to be patient. For now... the shadow is a friend." He whispered huskily against her ear, and then allowed his lips to trail downwards towards the arch of her neck. There, he nipped and kissed, allowed his tongue to draw patterns on her skin, down to her shoulder, where he nudged the sleeves of her dress down, nuzzling the soft cream of her chest, down to the top of the breast revealed by the dress.
"Would you still have me, darling?" Cause god forbid, he's spent a week wooing her, he was not about to stop now. Not when she came with all she brought as a lady of nobility.
She was a fetching thing - Magnus had always thought so, even that first time he had seen her on the docks just before she had been sent off to her marriage and her husband in some far off land. But they had both been young then. Now Iolanthe seems to only have grown into her looks, stately and graceful as she was. Even when she looked utterly outraged, a part of Magnus's mind was tickled at how delightful she looked, unable to help the small smile at her glare of annoyance. Was that directed at him? Oddly, he couldn't tell.
Her words were cut off, resulting in a flicker of interest in Magnus's eyes when she shut herself off and turned away. Was she hiding something?
Magnus smiled in amusement again when she defiantly crossed her arms, a subconscious way of attempting to ward him away, even if her body turned towards him. Body language never lied. Leaning in closer, a satisfied feeling bloomed in her chest when she finally curled her fingers around his tunic, and Magnus had to lean back a little to look down at her. With words muffled against his chest, even then the spymaster picked out most of what she said.
His chest rumbled with a chuckle, both surprised but somewhat pleased that her rejection of him now was not because of a serious matter persay. This, Magnus can deal with.
As she leaned away, Magnus leaned in closer and pressed his lips against hers, a kiss far more chaste then the ones they had shared on the boat, but spoke words that she had missed. A brief encounter was all it was, for he leaned back to speak after. "I sent you the missive, sweet one. And I meant it. I always am busy for the first few weeks upon my return, and the fire did not make things any easier." Not bothering that he would mess up her locks, he reached up and ran his hand through her waves, cupping the back of her neck. "I'm sorry if it has made you feel such, but trust me when I said you are more then just a simple mistress. However, you have to remember our positions... I cannot simply go to your cousin and your brother as I am right now and express my wish to court you."
The other and slid around her waist, and pulled her closer to him so her whole body was flush against his own, not at all different from the way he would hold her against him those nights on the boat. "Give me time, sweetling. I want to see you again too. Trust me." His lips fell to her skin again, this time on the corner of her lips, and then towards her ear where he nipped at the ear lobe. "We will get to where you want. But you have to be patient. For now... the shadow is a friend." He whispered huskily against her ear, and then allowed his lips to trail downwards towards the arch of her neck. There, he nipped and kissed, allowed his tongue to draw patterns on her skin, down to her shoulder, where he nudged the sleeves of her dress down, nuzzling the soft cream of her chest, down to the top of the breast revealed by the dress.
"Would you still have me, darling?" Cause god forbid, he's spent a week wooing her, he was not about to stop now. Not when she came with all she brought as a lady of nobility.
His laughter sent a flare of annoyance through her and she swatted at his chest in response, not at all pleased that he seemed to be making light of her at such a time. About to scold him for being so nonchalant, her lips instead found themselves occupied by his own that made her drop the fists her hands had balled into. Instead of annoyance and irritation the tension slipped from her body in response to Magnus’ touch just as he pulled away to speak again. Blinking up at him as his hand slid through her hair she tried not to think of the mess he was making and the time she would now need to right herself after this.
”A missive, yes. But I was still in Midas. You could have at least come to deliver it yourself.” The more she thought of it the less she realized she actually knew about the position of Master Informer. Did they have him chained to his desk so he could only send runners about instead of taking an hour from his day to talk to her himself? Or as his wandering hands indicated did he fear more time spent wasted with her if he delivered it. Her expression was a full on pout as he continued, wrinkling her nose in disgust at the thought of him going to her brother or cousin.
”Why on earth not. My brother has no say, he doesn’t speak. Galatea and Tim have both said they just want me to be happy. Unless they’re both lying, for which I shall be very cross with them, I don’t see why it matters.”
Of course, she could see why people would say it mattered, but wasn’t he actually exactly what her family had been pushing her to find in a husband? He had no conflicting title, a good reputation, she liked his sister well enough and that was half the battle right there. To be fair, she hadn’t met his mother, that was another trial for a different time, but all in all it seemed as if he could offer her everything she wanted, which was exactly what all of her relations kept saying they wanted. If he could continue to kiss her and hold her the way he had been for the rest of their lives, very little else mattered to her. She’d finally gotten a taste of what she had been craving for so long, all she wanted now was more.
”I’ve never been good at patience. I’ve waited so long for someone like you and now I don’t want to anymore.” Io slipped her arms up along his shoulders as his mouth traced over her skin, clutching at his tunic and sliding her fingers through his dark curls, lost in a haze of delicious pleasure until he spoke again. Finding herself askew, the lady pulled back with a hiss and hurriedly tried to right her dress with a glance down the hall toward the faint music before turning back to him. ”Now? Are you mad? I would but...here? Anyone could see.”
Her face burned red in the shadows and she crossed her wrists over her chest as if her dress had been slipping off her shoulders of its own accord instead of through his attentions. "In any case. I'm still miffed. If you want to court me properly it could take ages to get anywhere. And Tim is terrified of you."
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His laughter sent a flare of annoyance through her and she swatted at his chest in response, not at all pleased that he seemed to be making light of her at such a time. About to scold him for being so nonchalant, her lips instead found themselves occupied by his own that made her drop the fists her hands had balled into. Instead of annoyance and irritation the tension slipped from her body in response to Magnus’ touch just as he pulled away to speak again. Blinking up at him as his hand slid through her hair she tried not to think of the mess he was making and the time she would now need to right herself after this.
”A missive, yes. But I was still in Midas. You could have at least come to deliver it yourself.” The more she thought of it the less she realized she actually knew about the position of Master Informer. Did they have him chained to his desk so he could only send runners about instead of taking an hour from his day to talk to her himself? Or as his wandering hands indicated did he fear more time spent wasted with her if he delivered it. Her expression was a full on pout as he continued, wrinkling her nose in disgust at the thought of him going to her brother or cousin.
”Why on earth not. My brother has no say, he doesn’t speak. Galatea and Tim have both said they just want me to be happy. Unless they’re both lying, for which I shall be very cross with them, I don’t see why it matters.”
Of course, she could see why people would say it mattered, but wasn’t he actually exactly what her family had been pushing her to find in a husband? He had no conflicting title, a good reputation, she liked his sister well enough and that was half the battle right there. To be fair, she hadn’t met his mother, that was another trial for a different time, but all in all it seemed as if he could offer her everything she wanted, which was exactly what all of her relations kept saying they wanted. If he could continue to kiss her and hold her the way he had been for the rest of their lives, very little else mattered to her. She’d finally gotten a taste of what she had been craving for so long, all she wanted now was more.
”I’ve never been good at patience. I’ve waited so long for someone like you and now I don’t want to anymore.” Io slipped her arms up along his shoulders as his mouth traced over her skin, clutching at his tunic and sliding her fingers through his dark curls, lost in a haze of delicious pleasure until he spoke again. Finding herself askew, the lady pulled back with a hiss and hurriedly tried to right her dress with a glance down the hall toward the faint music before turning back to him. ”Now? Are you mad? I would but...here? Anyone could see.”
Her face burned red in the shadows and she crossed her wrists over her chest as if her dress had been slipping off her shoulders of its own accord instead of through his attentions. "In any case. I'm still miffed. If you want to court me properly it could take ages to get anywhere. And Tim is terrified of you."
His laughter sent a flare of annoyance through her and she swatted at his chest in response, not at all pleased that he seemed to be making light of her at such a time. About to scold him for being so nonchalant, her lips instead found themselves occupied by his own that made her drop the fists her hands had balled into. Instead of annoyance and irritation the tension slipped from her body in response to Magnus’ touch just as he pulled away to speak again. Blinking up at him as his hand slid through her hair she tried not to think of the mess he was making and the time she would now need to right herself after this.
”A missive, yes. But I was still in Midas. You could have at least come to deliver it yourself.” The more she thought of it the less she realized she actually knew about the position of Master Informer. Did they have him chained to his desk so he could only send runners about instead of taking an hour from his day to talk to her himself? Or as his wandering hands indicated did he fear more time spent wasted with her if he delivered it. Her expression was a full on pout as he continued, wrinkling her nose in disgust at the thought of him going to her brother or cousin.
”Why on earth not. My brother has no say, he doesn’t speak. Galatea and Tim have both said they just want me to be happy. Unless they’re both lying, for which I shall be very cross with them, I don’t see why it matters.”
Of course, she could see why people would say it mattered, but wasn’t he actually exactly what her family had been pushing her to find in a husband? He had no conflicting title, a good reputation, she liked his sister well enough and that was half the battle right there. To be fair, she hadn’t met his mother, that was another trial for a different time, but all in all it seemed as if he could offer her everything she wanted, which was exactly what all of her relations kept saying they wanted. If he could continue to kiss her and hold her the way he had been for the rest of their lives, very little else mattered to her. She’d finally gotten a taste of what she had been craving for so long, all she wanted now was more.
”I’ve never been good at patience. I’ve waited so long for someone like you and now I don’t want to anymore.” Io slipped her arms up along his shoulders as his mouth traced over her skin, clutching at his tunic and sliding her fingers through his dark curls, lost in a haze of delicious pleasure until he spoke again. Finding herself askew, the lady pulled back with a hiss and hurriedly tried to right her dress with a glance down the hall toward the faint music before turning back to him. ”Now? Are you mad? I would but...here? Anyone could see.”
Her face burned red in the shadows and she crossed her wrists over her chest as if her dress had been slipping off her shoulders of its own accord instead of through his attentions. "In any case. I'm still miffed. If you want to court me properly it could take ages to get anywhere. And Tim is terrified of you."
She was still angry - well, at least not spitting mad, and Magnus was thankful for little blessings. But she definitely wanted to be pampered a little, and watching her pout, Magnus chuckled again. If anything, the spymaster was a star at coaxing people into a good mood. It was his livelihood, so he had no fear that he'd be able to get back in her good books before the hour was up.
Slowly caressing her cheek, and her chin as she muttered her complaints about his actions, he knew he had a ways to go yet before she was comfortable enough with him to not feel completely insecure simply because his missive was a short one. But Magnus had the time, and he was a patient man.
Sighing as she retorted against him, he pulled her closer to brush lips against her cheeks again. "Don't be, darling. It hurts me." he tried to cajole, teasingly picking her wrists up from her chest and putting them behind his neck. Taking another step closer, he basically pressed her against the wall, dipping his head down to kiss her again, angling so she would not be able to peer down the hallway towards where the faint music was playing.
"I promise, your patience will be rewarded. As you said, Lord Timaeus is not entirely my biggest fan. To have his approval, I've got to show him I'm worthy of your hand." Magnus slowly brushed his fingers up her arm, to her shoulders, where he pushed the sleeve down again despite her protests. Trailing his lips down to the hollow of her neck, he pressed kisses to her shoulder.
"And now is a good a time as any. No one will come around - they're all too busy talking of the prince's apparent naked body during the fire. A fact that I am thankful we weren't around to witness. I had a much greater time with you." His tone was full of hidden meanings, further solidified when he flashed her a cheeky, almosy boyish grin. Pushing down her other sleeve, Magnus tightened his hold around her waist, hitching her up higher as he brought his lips back to hers. Feeding her a thorough, deep kiss against the walls, his breathe was heavy as he pulled away from her. "Come on, sweetheart. I've missed you greatly. I promise, no one will come."
One arm slipped away from her waist, to steal down her thighs, tugging at the long chiton she had on, pulling it up her thigh. The other pushed her sleeves further down, gently kissing and coaxing the whole time. "You don't even have to take your dress off, I promise." There was a small plea mingled with his words... for this was the kind of pleasure Magnus enjoyed. With the winds of Boreas caressing bare skin, the thrill of someone who may walk in on them further encouraging his desire, a desire slowly growing as he pressed against her torso, dropping eager kisses on any square inch of bare skin he could reach of his small, petite lover.
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She was still angry - well, at least not spitting mad, and Magnus was thankful for little blessings. But she definitely wanted to be pampered a little, and watching her pout, Magnus chuckled again. If anything, the spymaster was a star at coaxing people into a good mood. It was his livelihood, so he had no fear that he'd be able to get back in her good books before the hour was up.
Slowly caressing her cheek, and her chin as she muttered her complaints about his actions, he knew he had a ways to go yet before she was comfortable enough with him to not feel completely insecure simply because his missive was a short one. But Magnus had the time, and he was a patient man.
Sighing as she retorted against him, he pulled her closer to brush lips against her cheeks again. "Don't be, darling. It hurts me." he tried to cajole, teasingly picking her wrists up from her chest and putting them behind his neck. Taking another step closer, he basically pressed her against the wall, dipping his head down to kiss her again, angling so she would not be able to peer down the hallway towards where the faint music was playing.
"I promise, your patience will be rewarded. As you said, Lord Timaeus is not entirely my biggest fan. To have his approval, I've got to show him I'm worthy of your hand." Magnus slowly brushed his fingers up her arm, to her shoulders, where he pushed the sleeve down again despite her protests. Trailing his lips down to the hollow of her neck, he pressed kisses to her shoulder.
"And now is a good a time as any. No one will come around - they're all too busy talking of the prince's apparent naked body during the fire. A fact that I am thankful we weren't around to witness. I had a much greater time with you." His tone was full of hidden meanings, further solidified when he flashed her a cheeky, almosy boyish grin. Pushing down her other sleeve, Magnus tightened his hold around her waist, hitching her up higher as he brought his lips back to hers. Feeding her a thorough, deep kiss against the walls, his breathe was heavy as he pulled away from her. "Come on, sweetheart. I've missed you greatly. I promise, no one will come."
One arm slipped away from her waist, to steal down her thighs, tugging at the long chiton she had on, pulling it up her thigh. The other pushed her sleeves further down, gently kissing and coaxing the whole time. "You don't even have to take your dress off, I promise." There was a small plea mingled with his words... for this was the kind of pleasure Magnus enjoyed. With the winds of Boreas caressing bare skin, the thrill of someone who may walk in on them further encouraging his desire, a desire slowly growing as he pressed against her torso, dropping eager kisses on any square inch of bare skin he could reach of his small, petite lover.
She was still angry - well, at least not spitting mad, and Magnus was thankful for little blessings. But she definitely wanted to be pampered a little, and watching her pout, Magnus chuckled again. If anything, the spymaster was a star at coaxing people into a good mood. It was his livelihood, so he had no fear that he'd be able to get back in her good books before the hour was up.
Slowly caressing her cheek, and her chin as she muttered her complaints about his actions, he knew he had a ways to go yet before she was comfortable enough with him to not feel completely insecure simply because his missive was a short one. But Magnus had the time, and he was a patient man.
Sighing as she retorted against him, he pulled her closer to brush lips against her cheeks again. "Don't be, darling. It hurts me." he tried to cajole, teasingly picking her wrists up from her chest and putting them behind his neck. Taking another step closer, he basically pressed her against the wall, dipping his head down to kiss her again, angling so she would not be able to peer down the hallway towards where the faint music was playing.
"I promise, your patience will be rewarded. As you said, Lord Timaeus is not entirely my biggest fan. To have his approval, I've got to show him I'm worthy of your hand." Magnus slowly brushed his fingers up her arm, to her shoulders, where he pushed the sleeve down again despite her protests. Trailing his lips down to the hollow of her neck, he pressed kisses to her shoulder.
"And now is a good a time as any. No one will come around - they're all too busy talking of the prince's apparent naked body during the fire. A fact that I am thankful we weren't around to witness. I had a much greater time with you." His tone was full of hidden meanings, further solidified when he flashed her a cheeky, almosy boyish grin. Pushing down her other sleeve, Magnus tightened his hold around her waist, hitching her up higher as he brought his lips back to hers. Feeding her a thorough, deep kiss against the walls, his breathe was heavy as he pulled away from her. "Come on, sweetheart. I've missed you greatly. I promise, no one will come."
One arm slipped away from her waist, to steal down her thighs, tugging at the long chiton she had on, pulling it up her thigh. The other pushed her sleeves further down, gently kissing and coaxing the whole time. "You don't even have to take your dress off, I promise." There was a small plea mingled with his words... for this was the kind of pleasure Magnus enjoyed. With the winds of Boreas caressing bare skin, the thrill of someone who may walk in on them further encouraging his desire, a desire slowly growing as he pressed against her torso, dropping eager kisses on any square inch of bare skin he could reach of his small, petite lover.
Sighing heavily for dramatic effect, Iolanthe allowed him to move her wrists away from her chest and around his neck, unable to resist holding onto him as he tried to cajole her into happiness. The lady closed her eyes as he caressed her cheek, leaning into him as he stole her breath away with yet another kiss. He was irritatingly charming, and it was if he had pinpointed every single weakness she had and was exploiting it to change her annoyance into desire. She hated to admit that it was working, allowing herself to get swept up by him once again.
Io had to take a moment to catch her breath before she was able to speak when he finally released her from the kiss. Struggling for words, his hands brushing her sleeves down her shoulders once again were not helping the situation, nor were his lips dropping kisses against her throat and far too rational arguments. It made sense, that he would need to win the approval of her closest functioning male relative, but it irritated her having seen her cousin’s reluctance to allow her to even dance with him at the festival, much less marry him. Tim would try to find a way to stop this no doubt and she would have to go to Galatea to find a way around him like she had with the trip to Taengea.
”I’d prefer they keep talking about the prince’s naked body….not ours.” It was a weak attempt at a joke, trying to distract him from the progress he was making down her neck to her shoulder and the erosion of her resolve to deny him. Squeaking in shock as he lifted her up so she was closer to his level, she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist and tightened her grip on his neck to prevent herself from falling. Another attempt at a protest died on her lips as he kissed her again, stealing her breath and causing her to melt between him and the wall. What would the harm be after all. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t been with him before, or didn’t want to have him again.
The chilled air met fevered skin and she whined as he broke away from her once again, panting and keeping a tight grip on him, his voice sending shivers of lust through her and any resolve she might have had crumbled away. Her eyes closed and her head fell back against the wall as his kisses peppered to her skin and a delicious heat was building in her. She didn’t want to say no, every part of her had been screaming for him ever since the last time she’d seen him, but that lingering fear that someone would discover them kept her from replying.
”You’re mad…” her response was accompanied by a shaky laugh, glancing past him to the distant sounds of the crowd. Could they manage it? Or would they be caught and shame brought upon her house. There was a sort of thrill in not knowing, and she huffed out an almost exasperated breath before pressing against him fully and capturing him in a deep kiss, one hand releasing him to tug at her chiton and move it out of the way. ”I’m yours.”
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Sighing heavily for dramatic effect, Iolanthe allowed him to move her wrists away from her chest and around his neck, unable to resist holding onto him as he tried to cajole her into happiness. The lady closed her eyes as he caressed her cheek, leaning into him as he stole her breath away with yet another kiss. He was irritatingly charming, and it was if he had pinpointed every single weakness she had and was exploiting it to change her annoyance into desire. She hated to admit that it was working, allowing herself to get swept up by him once again.
Io had to take a moment to catch her breath before she was able to speak when he finally released her from the kiss. Struggling for words, his hands brushing her sleeves down her shoulders once again were not helping the situation, nor were his lips dropping kisses against her throat and far too rational arguments. It made sense, that he would need to win the approval of her closest functioning male relative, but it irritated her having seen her cousin’s reluctance to allow her to even dance with him at the festival, much less marry him. Tim would try to find a way to stop this no doubt and she would have to go to Galatea to find a way around him like she had with the trip to Taengea.
”I’d prefer they keep talking about the prince’s naked body….not ours.” It was a weak attempt at a joke, trying to distract him from the progress he was making down her neck to her shoulder and the erosion of her resolve to deny him. Squeaking in shock as he lifted her up so she was closer to his level, she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist and tightened her grip on his neck to prevent herself from falling. Another attempt at a protest died on her lips as he kissed her again, stealing her breath and causing her to melt between him and the wall. What would the harm be after all. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t been with him before, or didn’t want to have him again.
The chilled air met fevered skin and she whined as he broke away from her once again, panting and keeping a tight grip on him, his voice sending shivers of lust through her and any resolve she might have had crumbled away. Her eyes closed and her head fell back against the wall as his kisses peppered to her skin and a delicious heat was building in her. She didn’t want to say no, every part of her had been screaming for him ever since the last time she’d seen him, but that lingering fear that someone would discover them kept her from replying.
”You’re mad…” her response was accompanied by a shaky laugh, glancing past him to the distant sounds of the crowd. Could they manage it? Or would they be caught and shame brought upon her house. There was a sort of thrill in not knowing, and she huffed out an almost exasperated breath before pressing against him fully and capturing him in a deep kiss, one hand releasing him to tug at her chiton and move it out of the way. ”I’m yours.”
Sighing heavily for dramatic effect, Iolanthe allowed him to move her wrists away from her chest and around his neck, unable to resist holding onto him as he tried to cajole her into happiness. The lady closed her eyes as he caressed her cheek, leaning into him as he stole her breath away with yet another kiss. He was irritatingly charming, and it was if he had pinpointed every single weakness she had and was exploiting it to change her annoyance into desire. She hated to admit that it was working, allowing herself to get swept up by him once again.
Io had to take a moment to catch her breath before she was able to speak when he finally released her from the kiss. Struggling for words, his hands brushing her sleeves down her shoulders once again were not helping the situation, nor were his lips dropping kisses against her throat and far too rational arguments. It made sense, that he would need to win the approval of her closest functioning male relative, but it irritated her having seen her cousin’s reluctance to allow her to even dance with him at the festival, much less marry him. Tim would try to find a way to stop this no doubt and she would have to go to Galatea to find a way around him like she had with the trip to Taengea.
”I’d prefer they keep talking about the prince’s naked body….not ours.” It was a weak attempt at a joke, trying to distract him from the progress he was making down her neck to her shoulder and the erosion of her resolve to deny him. Squeaking in shock as he lifted her up so she was closer to his level, she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist and tightened her grip on his neck to prevent herself from falling. Another attempt at a protest died on her lips as he kissed her again, stealing her breath and causing her to melt between him and the wall. What would the harm be after all. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t been with him before, or didn’t want to have him again.
The chilled air met fevered skin and she whined as he broke away from her once again, panting and keeping a tight grip on him, his voice sending shivers of lust through her and any resolve she might have had crumbled away. Her eyes closed and her head fell back against the wall as his kisses peppered to her skin and a delicious heat was building in her. She didn’t want to say no, every part of her had been screaming for him ever since the last time she’d seen him, but that lingering fear that someone would discover them kept her from replying.
”You’re mad…” her response was accompanied by a shaky laugh, glancing past him to the distant sounds of the crowd. Could they manage it? Or would they be caught and shame brought upon her house. There was a sort of thrill in not knowing, and she huffed out an almost exasperated breath before pressing against him fully and capturing him in a deep kiss, one hand releasing him to tug at her chiton and move it out of the way. ”I’m yours.”
He grinned secretly to himself, recognizing the telltale sign of her defences breaking. Magnus had a way with words, with body language, the brush of his hand, the change of his tone. He used them all to his advantage... for could you blame him for wanting to fulfil some of his basal desires? The brunette lady was pretty, fetchingly so, and it had been the most wonderful time on the boat. Whilst he had been busy over the week, that was true, the sight of her tonight reminded him of how wonderful it had been to be with her, have her warmth surround him.
Magnus chuckled at her joke, but did not let up on his assault on her skin, seeking to light the desire in her that he had seen example of over the course of their voyage. With her legs wound tight around his waist, he pressed her closer against the wall, nestling his desire against her own between their chitons, materials that Magnus was finding most annoying indeed. Hitching her chiton hire, he tugged at it so he could pull it away, letting it drape across her thigh so he could feel her warmth, letting out a soft sigh against her neck as he rocked against her center.
His lips stole lower, his tongue dragging themselves across the top of her breast. With one hand holding her up against the wall, the other hand joined her in tugging her chiton down, before he finally sought for his prize, holding her now bare-breast in his palm. Brushing the pad of his thumb over her tips, he found her lips again, kissing them fervently in accordance with the desire that was growing. "Mad, but only because of you." he murmured in return. His passion was deeper, stronger, more insistent then they had been on the ship, Magnus spurred on by the location they were in, the wind that caressed his bare upper arm.
Releasing his hold on her breast, he reached down to loosen the cord that held up his maroon chiton, just enough so he could push the material aside, just as he had pushed hers aside. Widening his stance so he could hold her steady against the wall, Magnus smirked beneath the shadows that the two of them hid beneath, pushing against her. With one hand he cupped her bottom, and pulled her nearer. "Then take what you want, Io."
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He grinned secretly to himself, recognizing the telltale sign of her defences breaking. Magnus had a way with words, with body language, the brush of his hand, the change of his tone. He used them all to his advantage... for could you blame him for wanting to fulfil some of his basal desires? The brunette lady was pretty, fetchingly so, and it had been the most wonderful time on the boat. Whilst he had been busy over the week, that was true, the sight of her tonight reminded him of how wonderful it had been to be with her, have her warmth surround him.
Magnus chuckled at her joke, but did not let up on his assault on her skin, seeking to light the desire in her that he had seen example of over the course of their voyage. With her legs wound tight around his waist, he pressed her closer against the wall, nestling his desire against her own between their chitons, materials that Magnus was finding most annoying indeed. Hitching her chiton hire, he tugged at it so he could pull it away, letting it drape across her thigh so he could feel her warmth, letting out a soft sigh against her neck as he rocked against her center.
His lips stole lower, his tongue dragging themselves across the top of her breast. With one hand holding her up against the wall, the other hand joined her in tugging her chiton down, before he finally sought for his prize, holding her now bare-breast in his palm. Brushing the pad of his thumb over her tips, he found her lips again, kissing them fervently in accordance with the desire that was growing. "Mad, but only because of you." he murmured in return. His passion was deeper, stronger, more insistent then they had been on the ship, Magnus spurred on by the location they were in, the wind that caressed his bare upper arm.
Releasing his hold on her breast, he reached down to loosen the cord that held up his maroon chiton, just enough so he could push the material aside, just as he had pushed hers aside. Widening his stance so he could hold her steady against the wall, Magnus smirked beneath the shadows that the two of them hid beneath, pushing against her. With one hand he cupped her bottom, and pulled her nearer. "Then take what you want, Io."
He grinned secretly to himself, recognizing the telltale sign of her defences breaking. Magnus had a way with words, with body language, the brush of his hand, the change of his tone. He used them all to his advantage... for could you blame him for wanting to fulfil some of his basal desires? The brunette lady was pretty, fetchingly so, and it had been the most wonderful time on the boat. Whilst he had been busy over the week, that was true, the sight of her tonight reminded him of how wonderful it had been to be with her, have her warmth surround him.
Magnus chuckled at her joke, but did not let up on his assault on her skin, seeking to light the desire in her that he had seen example of over the course of their voyage. With her legs wound tight around his waist, he pressed her closer against the wall, nestling his desire against her own between their chitons, materials that Magnus was finding most annoying indeed. Hitching her chiton hire, he tugged at it so he could pull it away, letting it drape across her thigh so he could feel her warmth, letting out a soft sigh against her neck as he rocked against her center.
His lips stole lower, his tongue dragging themselves across the top of her breast. With one hand holding her up against the wall, the other hand joined her in tugging her chiton down, before he finally sought for his prize, holding her now bare-breast in his palm. Brushing the pad of his thumb over her tips, he found her lips again, kissing them fervently in accordance with the desire that was growing. "Mad, but only because of you." he murmured in return. His passion was deeper, stronger, more insistent then they had been on the ship, Magnus spurred on by the location they were in, the wind that caressed his bare upper arm.
Releasing his hold on her breast, he reached down to loosen the cord that held up his maroon chiton, just enough so he could push the material aside, just as he had pushed hers aside. Widening his stance so he could hold her steady against the wall, Magnus smirked beneath the shadows that the two of them hid beneath, pushing against her. With one hand he cupped her bottom, and pulled her nearer. "Then take what you want, Io."
This was utter madness. They would be discovered and she and her house shamed, even if she was a widow it was hardly right to be found in such a compromising position with anyone whom she was not wed to. What Galatea might say if she saw or heard of this, Io was loathe to know. Perhaps the older woman would welcome Magnus as an additional distraction, certainly he was far handsomer than most others at court and his lack of title meant there was little threat to their barony and power. He would want what he could get of hit but he seemed a smart enough man to leave well enough alone and let Gala maintain her own. And by all of the gods she wanted him more than anyone else she had known.
His kisses were igniting her skin against the cold and she could barely feel it for the feverish flush he brought upon her. Tangling her fingers in his dark curls she hauled herself against him with a soft moan, keeping as silent as she otherwise could for fear their sounds would bring curious ears and eyes upon them. He had told her to take what she wanted, and with such permission she felt bolder than she ever had before, reaching between them with one hand and trusting him to hold her steady. Her hips angled to meet his own and she slowly sunk onto him with a harsh sigh against his lips, savoring each inch in a perfect torture.
“Say you will marry me…” Her words barely escaped between panted breaths as she held herself tense against him, his hands aiding her hips as she took what control she could have. After a decade of passionless, pleasureless sex with a far older husband, Magnus had unlocked in her a wanton soul and she reveled in the power it gave her. The power to take and grant pleasure and to stir lust, the knowledge that this was not just to make children she could likely not bear, something she would have to admit to him eventually, but to build a happiness and connection with. As she rocked against him now it didn’t matter who saw or heard them, or how many of her relatives they would have to go through to stay this way forever.
Locking her arms about his neck, Iolanthe searched for his eyes with a gaze heavy in lust and tried to pull him even closer to her. Any distance was unacceptable and she tightened her legs to give herself more stability and him a deeper angle, her head tipping back against the wall. Her hair and clothes would be a mess after this, perhaps so askew she would simply have to slip out without anyone noticing, but it no longer mattered. All that she cared about was here in this moment, him and the desire and pleasure between them as she bit her lip hard to silence herself any further.
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This was utter madness. They would be discovered and she and her house shamed, even if she was a widow it was hardly right to be found in such a compromising position with anyone whom she was not wed to. What Galatea might say if she saw or heard of this, Io was loathe to know. Perhaps the older woman would welcome Magnus as an additional distraction, certainly he was far handsomer than most others at court and his lack of title meant there was little threat to their barony and power. He would want what he could get of hit but he seemed a smart enough man to leave well enough alone and let Gala maintain her own. And by all of the gods she wanted him more than anyone else she had known.
His kisses were igniting her skin against the cold and she could barely feel it for the feverish flush he brought upon her. Tangling her fingers in his dark curls she hauled herself against him with a soft moan, keeping as silent as she otherwise could for fear their sounds would bring curious ears and eyes upon them. He had told her to take what she wanted, and with such permission she felt bolder than she ever had before, reaching between them with one hand and trusting him to hold her steady. Her hips angled to meet his own and she slowly sunk onto him with a harsh sigh against his lips, savoring each inch in a perfect torture.
“Say you will marry me…” Her words barely escaped between panted breaths as she held herself tense against him, his hands aiding her hips as she took what control she could have. After a decade of passionless, pleasureless sex with a far older husband, Magnus had unlocked in her a wanton soul and she reveled in the power it gave her. The power to take and grant pleasure and to stir lust, the knowledge that this was not just to make children she could likely not bear, something she would have to admit to him eventually, but to build a happiness and connection with. As she rocked against him now it didn’t matter who saw or heard them, or how many of her relatives they would have to go through to stay this way forever.
Locking her arms about his neck, Iolanthe searched for his eyes with a gaze heavy in lust and tried to pull him even closer to her. Any distance was unacceptable and she tightened her legs to give herself more stability and him a deeper angle, her head tipping back against the wall. Her hair and clothes would be a mess after this, perhaps so askew she would simply have to slip out without anyone noticing, but it no longer mattered. All that she cared about was here in this moment, him and the desire and pleasure between them as she bit her lip hard to silence herself any further.
This was utter madness. They would be discovered and she and her house shamed, even if she was a widow it was hardly right to be found in such a compromising position with anyone whom she was not wed to. What Galatea might say if she saw or heard of this, Io was loathe to know. Perhaps the older woman would welcome Magnus as an additional distraction, certainly he was far handsomer than most others at court and his lack of title meant there was little threat to their barony and power. He would want what he could get of hit but he seemed a smart enough man to leave well enough alone and let Gala maintain her own. And by all of the gods she wanted him more than anyone else she had known.
His kisses were igniting her skin against the cold and she could barely feel it for the feverish flush he brought upon her. Tangling her fingers in his dark curls she hauled herself against him with a soft moan, keeping as silent as she otherwise could for fear their sounds would bring curious ears and eyes upon them. He had told her to take what she wanted, and with such permission she felt bolder than she ever had before, reaching between them with one hand and trusting him to hold her steady. Her hips angled to meet his own and she slowly sunk onto him with a harsh sigh against his lips, savoring each inch in a perfect torture.
“Say you will marry me…” Her words barely escaped between panted breaths as she held herself tense against him, his hands aiding her hips as she took what control she could have. After a decade of passionless, pleasureless sex with a far older husband, Magnus had unlocked in her a wanton soul and she reveled in the power it gave her. The power to take and grant pleasure and to stir lust, the knowledge that this was not just to make children she could likely not bear, something she would have to admit to him eventually, but to build a happiness and connection with. As she rocked against him now it didn’t matter who saw or heard them, or how many of her relatives they would have to go through to stay this way forever.
Locking her arms about his neck, Iolanthe searched for his eyes with a gaze heavy in lust and tried to pull him even closer to her. Any distance was unacceptable and she tightened her legs to give herself more stability and him a deeper angle, her head tipping back against the wall. Her hair and clothes would be a mess after this, perhaps so askew she would simply have to slip out without anyone noticing, but it no longer mattered. All that she cared about was here in this moment, him and the desire and pleasure between them as she bit her lip hard to silence herself any further.
He had non-conventional likes in his jaunts, but it was something he had been cautious on showing to Iolanthe on their weeklong voyage back from Taengea. While Magnus did not hide his favors from his usual bed partners, Iolanthe didn't exactly fit the mould of his 'usual'. Gaining his relief from brothels or Aphrodite temple priestesses, those flute ladies were happy to partake in whatever he wanted, some even eager to feed to Magnus's rather unconventional needs.
But Iolanthe was different. A lady of nobility, of gentle breeding... yet she was also one who had not known the true meaning of pleasure, and Magnus ached to show her. While he still intended to wed her at some point, for her title would bring to Magnus all he ever wanted in his life to provide for his sister and parents, he also knew this would be no easy task - at least, even if Iolanthe wanted it, Lord Timaues was a wall he had to climb.
Feeling her fingers in his curls and the way she pulled herself to him, Magnus couldn't resist the Cheshire-like smile that curled on his lips as he more or less moaned out her desire. He was delighted at the bold way in which Iolanthe took the way he asked her to - obviously, their week on the boat had taught her something, and Magnus was thoroughly pleased. Holding her steady with one hand beneath her rump as she reached between them, the spymaster hissed as her fingers brushed against his need, and then her heat surrounded his desire, making a frisson run under his skin.
Pressing her against the wall as Iolanthe held herself against him, Magnus trailed kisses down the length of her neck. Feeling the breeze tease around the bare thighs he held around his waist, on his own knees, Magnus knew full well the risks of partaking in her in such an alcove - but the risk was what he craved, what pumped his blood and drove his desire to even greater heights as she rocked against him and his desire.
Going easily as she pulled even closer, he pressed kisses where she tipped her head back, moving to a pace she set. "I would have you anywhere, Io." he whispered huskily, nibbling on her earlobe, his hips pushing further against hers. It was a roundabout way to answer her request - he could not say that yet, not for now. There was still plans to be made, people to speak to, to ensure how he could get what he wanted upon his marriage to Iolanthe. He wanted his father's name on a House, and it would mean nothing if he married her simply to take a barony in her brother's name. But to do so required time, and he would not risk her finding out... not yet.
For while he badly desired his lifelong dream, Magnus was also beginning to realize he enjoyed the feeling of the blonde little lady in his arms, and the way she stirred his blood, the way she was so eager to find pleasure and give pleasure in return. So somehow, Magnus had to find middle ground between what he's wanted all his life... and what he wanted now.
Eager to make her forget that she had asked, the spymaster hooked the back of her knee on his arm, but slipped a hand between them to provide her even more pleasure through their movements, using the one weapon he knew worked best with her, all whilst he covered her lips with his in a searing kiss.
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He had non-conventional likes in his jaunts, but it was something he had been cautious on showing to Iolanthe on their weeklong voyage back from Taengea. While Magnus did not hide his favors from his usual bed partners, Iolanthe didn't exactly fit the mould of his 'usual'. Gaining his relief from brothels or Aphrodite temple priestesses, those flute ladies were happy to partake in whatever he wanted, some even eager to feed to Magnus's rather unconventional needs.
But Iolanthe was different. A lady of nobility, of gentle breeding... yet she was also one who had not known the true meaning of pleasure, and Magnus ached to show her. While he still intended to wed her at some point, for her title would bring to Magnus all he ever wanted in his life to provide for his sister and parents, he also knew this would be no easy task - at least, even if Iolanthe wanted it, Lord Timaues was a wall he had to climb.
Feeling her fingers in his curls and the way she pulled herself to him, Magnus couldn't resist the Cheshire-like smile that curled on his lips as he more or less moaned out her desire. He was delighted at the bold way in which Iolanthe took the way he asked her to - obviously, their week on the boat had taught her something, and Magnus was thoroughly pleased. Holding her steady with one hand beneath her rump as she reached between them, the spymaster hissed as her fingers brushed against his need, and then her heat surrounded his desire, making a frisson run under his skin.
Pressing her against the wall as Iolanthe held herself against him, Magnus trailed kisses down the length of her neck. Feeling the breeze tease around the bare thighs he held around his waist, on his own knees, Magnus knew full well the risks of partaking in her in such an alcove - but the risk was what he craved, what pumped his blood and drove his desire to even greater heights as she rocked against him and his desire.
Going easily as she pulled even closer, he pressed kisses where she tipped her head back, moving to a pace she set. "I would have you anywhere, Io." he whispered huskily, nibbling on her earlobe, his hips pushing further against hers. It was a roundabout way to answer her request - he could not say that yet, not for now. There was still plans to be made, people to speak to, to ensure how he could get what he wanted upon his marriage to Iolanthe. He wanted his father's name on a House, and it would mean nothing if he married her simply to take a barony in her brother's name. But to do so required time, and he would not risk her finding out... not yet.
For while he badly desired his lifelong dream, Magnus was also beginning to realize he enjoyed the feeling of the blonde little lady in his arms, and the way she stirred his blood, the way she was so eager to find pleasure and give pleasure in return. So somehow, Magnus had to find middle ground between what he's wanted all his life... and what he wanted now.
Eager to make her forget that she had asked, the spymaster hooked the back of her knee on his arm, but slipped a hand between them to provide her even more pleasure through their movements, using the one weapon he knew worked best with her, all whilst he covered her lips with his in a searing kiss.
He had non-conventional likes in his jaunts, but it was something he had been cautious on showing to Iolanthe on their weeklong voyage back from Taengea. While Magnus did not hide his favors from his usual bed partners, Iolanthe didn't exactly fit the mould of his 'usual'. Gaining his relief from brothels or Aphrodite temple priestesses, those flute ladies were happy to partake in whatever he wanted, some even eager to feed to Magnus's rather unconventional needs.
But Iolanthe was different. A lady of nobility, of gentle breeding... yet she was also one who had not known the true meaning of pleasure, and Magnus ached to show her. While he still intended to wed her at some point, for her title would bring to Magnus all he ever wanted in his life to provide for his sister and parents, he also knew this would be no easy task - at least, even if Iolanthe wanted it, Lord Timaues was a wall he had to climb.
Feeling her fingers in his curls and the way she pulled herself to him, Magnus couldn't resist the Cheshire-like smile that curled on his lips as he more or less moaned out her desire. He was delighted at the bold way in which Iolanthe took the way he asked her to - obviously, their week on the boat had taught her something, and Magnus was thoroughly pleased. Holding her steady with one hand beneath her rump as she reached between them, the spymaster hissed as her fingers brushed against his need, and then her heat surrounded his desire, making a frisson run under his skin.
Pressing her against the wall as Iolanthe held herself against him, Magnus trailed kisses down the length of her neck. Feeling the breeze tease around the bare thighs he held around his waist, on his own knees, Magnus knew full well the risks of partaking in her in such an alcove - but the risk was what he craved, what pumped his blood and drove his desire to even greater heights as she rocked against him and his desire.
Going easily as she pulled even closer, he pressed kisses where she tipped her head back, moving to a pace she set. "I would have you anywhere, Io." he whispered huskily, nibbling on her earlobe, his hips pushing further against hers. It was a roundabout way to answer her request - he could not say that yet, not for now. There was still plans to be made, people to speak to, to ensure how he could get what he wanted upon his marriage to Iolanthe. He wanted his father's name on a House, and it would mean nothing if he married her simply to take a barony in her brother's name. But to do so required time, and he would not risk her finding out... not yet.
For while he badly desired his lifelong dream, Magnus was also beginning to realize he enjoyed the feeling of the blonde little lady in his arms, and the way she stirred his blood, the way she was so eager to find pleasure and give pleasure in return. So somehow, Magnus had to find middle ground between what he's wanted all his life... and what he wanted now.
Eager to make her forget that she had asked, the spymaster hooked the back of her knee on his arm, but slipped a hand between them to provide her even more pleasure through their movements, using the one weapon he knew worked best with her, all whilst he covered her lips with his in a searing kiss.
His answer was not exactly what she wanted, but with the way he pressed against her, his hands gripping her close and his body pressing hers against the wall she could hardly focus to demand a more committed response. After all, this was what she had wanted from the moment they had stepped off the boat. Had wanted him, them together, discovering more of what had been hidden from her all of her life. This lust and desire had been something of a myth that she could only dream of attaining. It had been her lot in life to be a pawn from the start, married to a man who only wanted her for something she had proven unable to give him. Perhaps Magnus wouldn't care if she couldn't bear children, or perhaps he would be more successful in attempts than Titus had been. It was something she would have to discuss with him before they wed, though it would break her heart if he refused her now.
It hadn't been her intention to bend to him, to give in to her base desires and his charms, but now that she had, thought the time they had shared was so brief in comparison, he was the choice she wanted to make. With his arms about her she felt as if she had power of her own for the first time in her life. Each touch he brushed against her, each thrust of his hips between her own, his lips on hers, it made her feel not like an inadequate disappointment, but a woman in her own right making her own choices.
Iolanthe bit hard on her lip as his hand slipped between them, her body tensing against his own as she tried to keep from moaning so loudly the rest of the court would hear and find them in so compromising a position. Digging her nails into his skin to keep hold of him as his kiss drove her mad all she could think was that this was what she wanted for the rest of her life. Nothing else she had ever experienced could compare with him and how he drove her to want even more than she had thought she might. A wave of pleasure crashed over her and she gripped at him even tighter, trying to stifle her cries as she found her release. Trembling in his arms, she wished they were in a bed so she could simply curl up in his arms sated until they fell asleep and woke to do this again.
Looking up at him with cheeks flushed and lips swollen from the way she had been biting at them in an attempt to stay silent, she leaned her head back against the wall and reached up with a hand to trace his cheek absently, memorizing every line and curve of his face. He was so very handsome, so entirely opposite everything Titus had been, so different than Galatea, he could drive her utterly mad.
"No more silence. If you mean all that you've said, write me more often. And visit." Io sighed and let her eyes close, still holding him and caressing his cheek back into his hair and trusting him entirely to hold her weight. "I am in Midas for a few days more. Will you not come see me? At least at night? I have had trouble sleeping without you."
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His answer was not exactly what she wanted, but with the way he pressed against her, his hands gripping her close and his body pressing hers against the wall she could hardly focus to demand a more committed response. After all, this was what she had wanted from the moment they had stepped off the boat. Had wanted him, them together, discovering more of what had been hidden from her all of her life. This lust and desire had been something of a myth that she could only dream of attaining. It had been her lot in life to be a pawn from the start, married to a man who only wanted her for something she had proven unable to give him. Perhaps Magnus wouldn't care if she couldn't bear children, or perhaps he would be more successful in attempts than Titus had been. It was something she would have to discuss with him before they wed, though it would break her heart if he refused her now.
It hadn't been her intention to bend to him, to give in to her base desires and his charms, but now that she had, thought the time they had shared was so brief in comparison, he was the choice she wanted to make. With his arms about her she felt as if she had power of her own for the first time in her life. Each touch he brushed against her, each thrust of his hips between her own, his lips on hers, it made her feel not like an inadequate disappointment, but a woman in her own right making her own choices.
Iolanthe bit hard on her lip as his hand slipped between them, her body tensing against his own as she tried to keep from moaning so loudly the rest of the court would hear and find them in so compromising a position. Digging her nails into his skin to keep hold of him as his kiss drove her mad all she could think was that this was what she wanted for the rest of her life. Nothing else she had ever experienced could compare with him and how he drove her to want even more than she had thought she might. A wave of pleasure crashed over her and she gripped at him even tighter, trying to stifle her cries as she found her release. Trembling in his arms, she wished they were in a bed so she could simply curl up in his arms sated until they fell asleep and woke to do this again.
Looking up at him with cheeks flushed and lips swollen from the way she had been biting at them in an attempt to stay silent, she leaned her head back against the wall and reached up with a hand to trace his cheek absently, memorizing every line and curve of his face. He was so very handsome, so entirely opposite everything Titus had been, so different than Galatea, he could drive her utterly mad.
"No more silence. If you mean all that you've said, write me more often. And visit." Io sighed and let her eyes close, still holding him and caressing his cheek back into his hair and trusting him entirely to hold her weight. "I am in Midas for a few days more. Will you not come see me? At least at night? I have had trouble sleeping without you."
His answer was not exactly what she wanted, but with the way he pressed against her, his hands gripping her close and his body pressing hers against the wall she could hardly focus to demand a more committed response. After all, this was what she had wanted from the moment they had stepped off the boat. Had wanted him, them together, discovering more of what had been hidden from her all of her life. This lust and desire had been something of a myth that she could only dream of attaining. It had been her lot in life to be a pawn from the start, married to a man who only wanted her for something she had proven unable to give him. Perhaps Magnus wouldn't care if she couldn't bear children, or perhaps he would be more successful in attempts than Titus had been. It was something she would have to discuss with him before they wed, though it would break her heart if he refused her now.
It hadn't been her intention to bend to him, to give in to her base desires and his charms, but now that she had, thought the time they had shared was so brief in comparison, he was the choice she wanted to make. With his arms about her she felt as if she had power of her own for the first time in her life. Each touch he brushed against her, each thrust of his hips between her own, his lips on hers, it made her feel not like an inadequate disappointment, but a woman in her own right making her own choices.
Iolanthe bit hard on her lip as his hand slipped between them, her body tensing against his own as she tried to keep from moaning so loudly the rest of the court would hear and find them in so compromising a position. Digging her nails into his skin to keep hold of him as his kiss drove her mad all she could think was that this was what she wanted for the rest of her life. Nothing else she had ever experienced could compare with him and how he drove her to want even more than she had thought she might. A wave of pleasure crashed over her and she gripped at him even tighter, trying to stifle her cries as she found her release. Trembling in his arms, she wished they were in a bed so she could simply curl up in his arms sated until they fell asleep and woke to do this again.
Looking up at him with cheeks flushed and lips swollen from the way she had been biting at them in an attempt to stay silent, she leaned her head back against the wall and reached up with a hand to trace his cheek absently, memorizing every line and curve of his face. He was so very handsome, so entirely opposite everything Titus had been, so different than Galatea, he could drive her utterly mad.
"No more silence. If you mean all that you've said, write me more often. And visit." Io sighed and let her eyes close, still holding him and caressing his cheek back into his hair and trusting him entirely to hold her weight. "I am in Midas for a few days more. Will you not come see me? At least at night? I have had trouble sleeping without you."
He played like a skilled musician, rolling his hips as his fingers sought and found her nub. Using the millions of nerves to his favor, Magnus arched his neck to allow Iolanthe to bury her head in the crook to stifle her cries. The way her warmth gripped him only made his movements faster, as he too sought the pleasure she found, only seconds after her as his body quivered in its delight, spilling himself within her.
Somehow still managing to hold her up, Magnus remained with her pressed in between his still clothed body and the cold wall of the Dikasitrio, until they both subsided from the highs of human flesh. They had experienced it together before, many times aboard the boat as Magnus had taught his new lover the ways in which her husband had never taught her before. He was a patient teacher, and she an eager student. But in the shadowy alcoves with the danger of being found should a nosey nobleman or woman come wandering, the adrenaline and rush was something that fed into his desires even more, and the smirk he wore was self-satisfied when Iolanthe looked at him.
Noting her swollen lips and finally realizing how haphazard her hair now looked as she had messed it up by throwing it against the wall, the spymaster gave a gentle kiss on her lips, allowing her to trace his cheek as they basked in the afterglow, him still nestled within her. "I'll try, darling." he murmured, knowing she had yet to full understand the extent of his work. But he'll at least write. He's got many documents to go through come morning, especially when the numbers were delivered to him, but he could pester his errand boy to run a note, he supposes.
Raising a brow as he allowed her down, partially mourning the loss of her touch as their height dictated she be lowered, Magnus set her gently on her feet, and then moved to adjust her outfit in a hope that she could still respectably appear in the ballroom at least. "Do you not have herbs or tonics that could help you sleep?" he murmured, absentmindedly leaning into her touch. It wasn't as if he didn't want to go, but Magnus could not promise her a visit every night, and especially not under the watchful veneer of the gossipmongers within the city. They had been lucky in that the crew of the boat were loyal, if not scared of what the spymaster would do to them. In the city, Magnus was not as lucky.
"I'll try when I can, my lady. But would your sister in law not object to me sneaking in?" he paused, and then gave a playful smile. "Unless, of course, you have a secret entrance for me." The dark-haired male wore a teasing grin on his lips, giving up on the hair to just adjust his own chiton from being askew. His eyes leveled on her form in the minimal light present in the alcove. It would be interesting, to visit Iolanthe in her place, but he did not want to risk harming her reputation, even if she was a widow.
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He played like a skilled musician, rolling his hips as his fingers sought and found her nub. Using the millions of nerves to his favor, Magnus arched his neck to allow Iolanthe to bury her head in the crook to stifle her cries. The way her warmth gripped him only made his movements faster, as he too sought the pleasure she found, only seconds after her as his body quivered in its delight, spilling himself within her.
Somehow still managing to hold her up, Magnus remained with her pressed in between his still clothed body and the cold wall of the Dikasitrio, until they both subsided from the highs of human flesh. They had experienced it together before, many times aboard the boat as Magnus had taught his new lover the ways in which her husband had never taught her before. He was a patient teacher, and she an eager student. But in the shadowy alcoves with the danger of being found should a nosey nobleman or woman come wandering, the adrenaline and rush was something that fed into his desires even more, and the smirk he wore was self-satisfied when Iolanthe looked at him.
Noting her swollen lips and finally realizing how haphazard her hair now looked as she had messed it up by throwing it against the wall, the spymaster gave a gentle kiss on her lips, allowing her to trace his cheek as they basked in the afterglow, him still nestled within her. "I'll try, darling." he murmured, knowing she had yet to full understand the extent of his work. But he'll at least write. He's got many documents to go through come morning, especially when the numbers were delivered to him, but he could pester his errand boy to run a note, he supposes.
Raising a brow as he allowed her down, partially mourning the loss of her touch as their height dictated she be lowered, Magnus set her gently on her feet, and then moved to adjust her outfit in a hope that she could still respectably appear in the ballroom at least. "Do you not have herbs or tonics that could help you sleep?" he murmured, absentmindedly leaning into her touch. It wasn't as if he didn't want to go, but Magnus could not promise her a visit every night, and especially not under the watchful veneer of the gossipmongers within the city. They had been lucky in that the crew of the boat were loyal, if not scared of what the spymaster would do to them. In the city, Magnus was not as lucky.
"I'll try when I can, my lady. But would your sister in law not object to me sneaking in?" he paused, and then gave a playful smile. "Unless, of course, you have a secret entrance for me." The dark-haired male wore a teasing grin on his lips, giving up on the hair to just adjust his own chiton from being askew. His eyes leveled on her form in the minimal light present in the alcove. It would be interesting, to visit Iolanthe in her place, but he did not want to risk harming her reputation, even if she was a widow.
He played like a skilled musician, rolling his hips as his fingers sought and found her nub. Using the millions of nerves to his favor, Magnus arched his neck to allow Iolanthe to bury her head in the crook to stifle her cries. The way her warmth gripped him only made his movements faster, as he too sought the pleasure she found, only seconds after her as his body quivered in its delight, spilling himself within her.
Somehow still managing to hold her up, Magnus remained with her pressed in between his still clothed body and the cold wall of the Dikasitrio, until they both subsided from the highs of human flesh. They had experienced it together before, many times aboard the boat as Magnus had taught his new lover the ways in which her husband had never taught her before. He was a patient teacher, and she an eager student. But in the shadowy alcoves with the danger of being found should a nosey nobleman or woman come wandering, the adrenaline and rush was something that fed into his desires even more, and the smirk he wore was self-satisfied when Iolanthe looked at him.
Noting her swollen lips and finally realizing how haphazard her hair now looked as she had messed it up by throwing it against the wall, the spymaster gave a gentle kiss on her lips, allowing her to trace his cheek as they basked in the afterglow, him still nestled within her. "I'll try, darling." he murmured, knowing she had yet to full understand the extent of his work. But he'll at least write. He's got many documents to go through come morning, especially when the numbers were delivered to him, but he could pester his errand boy to run a note, he supposes.
Raising a brow as he allowed her down, partially mourning the loss of her touch as their height dictated she be lowered, Magnus set her gently on her feet, and then moved to adjust her outfit in a hope that she could still respectably appear in the ballroom at least. "Do you not have herbs or tonics that could help you sleep?" he murmured, absentmindedly leaning into her touch. It wasn't as if he didn't want to go, but Magnus could not promise her a visit every night, and especially not under the watchful veneer of the gossipmongers within the city. They had been lucky in that the crew of the boat were loyal, if not scared of what the spymaster would do to them. In the city, Magnus was not as lucky.
"I'll try when I can, my lady. But would your sister in law not object to me sneaking in?" he paused, and then gave a playful smile. "Unless, of course, you have a secret entrance for me." The dark-haired male wore a teasing grin on his lips, giving up on the hair to just adjust his own chiton from being askew. His eyes leveled on her form in the minimal light present in the alcove. It would be interesting, to visit Iolanthe in her place, but he did not want to risk harming her reputation, even if she was a widow.
Returning his kiss with a soft sigh, she tried to remind herself that he was not bound to her yet. If he promised to try, she would have to accept it and work on her patience in return. He was an important man with a job that kept him busy, different than her late husband in that respect as well. Unlike Titus, he had reason for not being at her constant beck and call, or even simply acknowledging her existence outside of times he came to her bed. She trusted Magnus to be true to his word, and in time her frustration at his absence would no doubt become more tolerable. Until then she simply had to be patient.
"That's all I ask."
As he lowered her to the ground she leaned against the wall for a long moment to get her bearings once again, legs shaky from their activity as she adjusted her skirts, tugging her sleeves back into place as he aided her in straightening her chiton. Now that the glow was beginning to fade she felt her face begin to redden at the thought of returning to the main room after this. Would people be able to tell? Would rumor run rampant and destroy what reputation she had before she could correct it? Or would she be able to pull it off somehow and not look at him with the adoration and lust that seemed to be her constant combination in his presence. The annoyance had been far more acceptable socially. Her hair was tangled in knots and Iolanthe made a face as she tried to work the curls back into a presentable style that would pass for the original. Perhaps at this point it would be best if everyone thought she had left in a huff as opposed to returning with Magnus in an obvious state.
The petite lady gave up on her hair with a sigh, moving instead to help him straighten his own chiton and slipping her arms about his waist, tracing the muscles of his back through the material. If she could have her way, they would leave now and spend the night and day tangled up with one another as they had on the boat, but such dreams could not come to pass. Arcanes was not so far from Midas after all, they could visit back and forth if he had the time for her. Shrugging her shoulders, Io laid her head against his chest and shivered as the cold wind broke through the heat that had built between them.
"I'm sure there are, I just haven't procured anything since before we left for Taengea." Pursing her lips as she tugged at a strand of hair, pushing it back into place instead of across her face and allowing her lips to twitch into a slight smile at his tease. "I think you'll find Galatea far more open minded than most. You would be welcomed in Arcanes as a guest, no need to climb through windows. Unless you wish to."
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Returning his kiss with a soft sigh, she tried to remind herself that he was not bound to her yet. If he promised to try, she would have to accept it and work on her patience in return. He was an important man with a job that kept him busy, different than her late husband in that respect as well. Unlike Titus, he had reason for not being at her constant beck and call, or even simply acknowledging her existence outside of times he came to her bed. She trusted Magnus to be true to his word, and in time her frustration at his absence would no doubt become more tolerable. Until then she simply had to be patient.
"That's all I ask."
As he lowered her to the ground she leaned against the wall for a long moment to get her bearings once again, legs shaky from their activity as she adjusted her skirts, tugging her sleeves back into place as he aided her in straightening her chiton. Now that the glow was beginning to fade she felt her face begin to redden at the thought of returning to the main room after this. Would people be able to tell? Would rumor run rampant and destroy what reputation she had before she could correct it? Or would she be able to pull it off somehow and not look at him with the adoration and lust that seemed to be her constant combination in his presence. The annoyance had been far more acceptable socially. Her hair was tangled in knots and Iolanthe made a face as she tried to work the curls back into a presentable style that would pass for the original. Perhaps at this point it would be best if everyone thought she had left in a huff as opposed to returning with Magnus in an obvious state.
The petite lady gave up on her hair with a sigh, moving instead to help him straighten his own chiton and slipping her arms about his waist, tracing the muscles of his back through the material. If she could have her way, they would leave now and spend the night and day tangled up with one another as they had on the boat, but such dreams could not come to pass. Arcanes was not so far from Midas after all, they could visit back and forth if he had the time for her. Shrugging her shoulders, Io laid her head against his chest and shivered as the cold wind broke through the heat that had built between them.
"I'm sure there are, I just haven't procured anything since before we left for Taengea." Pursing her lips as she tugged at a strand of hair, pushing it back into place instead of across her face and allowing her lips to twitch into a slight smile at his tease. "I think you'll find Galatea far more open minded than most. You would be welcomed in Arcanes as a guest, no need to climb through windows. Unless you wish to."
Returning his kiss with a soft sigh, she tried to remind herself that he was not bound to her yet. If he promised to try, she would have to accept it and work on her patience in return. He was an important man with a job that kept him busy, different than her late husband in that respect as well. Unlike Titus, he had reason for not being at her constant beck and call, or even simply acknowledging her existence outside of times he came to her bed. She trusted Magnus to be true to his word, and in time her frustration at his absence would no doubt become more tolerable. Until then she simply had to be patient.
"That's all I ask."
As he lowered her to the ground she leaned against the wall for a long moment to get her bearings once again, legs shaky from their activity as she adjusted her skirts, tugging her sleeves back into place as he aided her in straightening her chiton. Now that the glow was beginning to fade she felt her face begin to redden at the thought of returning to the main room after this. Would people be able to tell? Would rumor run rampant and destroy what reputation she had before she could correct it? Or would she be able to pull it off somehow and not look at him with the adoration and lust that seemed to be her constant combination in his presence. The annoyance had been far more acceptable socially. Her hair was tangled in knots and Iolanthe made a face as she tried to work the curls back into a presentable style that would pass for the original. Perhaps at this point it would be best if everyone thought she had left in a huff as opposed to returning with Magnus in an obvious state.
The petite lady gave up on her hair with a sigh, moving instead to help him straighten his own chiton and slipping her arms about his waist, tracing the muscles of his back through the material. If she could have her way, they would leave now and spend the night and day tangled up with one another as they had on the boat, but such dreams could not come to pass. Arcanes was not so far from Midas after all, they could visit back and forth if he had the time for her. Shrugging her shoulders, Io laid her head against his chest and shivered as the cold wind broke through the heat that had built between them.
"I'm sure there are, I just haven't procured anything since before we left for Taengea." Pursing her lips as she tugged at a strand of hair, pushing it back into place instead of across her face and allowing her lips to twitch into a slight smile at his tease. "I think you'll find Galatea far more open minded than most. You would be welcomed in Arcanes as a guest, no need to climb through windows. Unless you wish to."
