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Moireigh wipes the sweat from her brow as she makes her way down the winding patch to the beach. When she gets to the sand, she shoves off her boots and peels her socks off. Her back and arms scream at her from all the tree chopping, but the mammets were going to work overnight to finish the tree house. It was satisfying work. Thancred dozes ahead of her on the large beach towel, a book still open beside him. Moireigh smiles fondly at him and kneels beside him; his eyes fly open at the shade that he suddenly has over his face. 

“Hello darling. Finished for the day?” Thancred asks as he tries to pull her closer. Moireigh resists, laughing. 

“Thancred, I'm all sweaty! Yes, all finished. I was going to go for a dip in the water to cool off, did you want to join me?” Moireigh asks through the distraction of Thancred sitting up and kissing up her arm. She curves her hand into his hair and he hums happily. She hears him take a deep breath against her bicep, and the appreciative moan that follows surprises her just as much as it tightens her lower abdomen in response. She sees the tent in his swimming trunks and her head swims, realizing he's already hard. 

“Come in my mouth first. Swim later,” he murmurs, pushing his mouth against hers. Within moments, their tongues are battling for dominance as he maneuvers her to the beach towel and moves his hips against the cradle of her own from above her. She rips her mouth from his to take a breath and moans as he thrusts again. He mouths the skin of her neck, inhaling deeply again and shuddering as his cock jumps against her clothed core. 

“Gods, this is really getting you going, isn't it?” Moireigh asks breathlessly.  Thancred freezes above her. 

“Too much?” he asks, a hesitancy in his eyes warring with the flint of desire she sees there. Moireigh shakes her head and smiles fondly at him.

“No, this is very hot,” Moireigj moans as his mouth goes to her neck again, but that he whispers to her next makes her flood with heat.

“Then let's get these clothes off, eh?” He rumbles against her ear.

“Gods yes,” Moireigh agrees. There's a rush to get her top and breast band off, and she keeps her arms above her head so she can fully stretch her body along his.  His hands span her ribs as his mouth trails down the middle of her,  licking the sweat as he goes.  She closes her eyes and the smells around her get stronger; the salty surf, the clean air, and her heady arousal mixed with the proof of a day's hard labour.  He gets to the belt of her jean shorts and stops, hands on the buckle. 

“Still good?” He checks with her. Mlireigh lifts her hips in clear indication to get the offending garment off and Thancred readily complies with a feral grin that causes her lower abdomen to twist and heat to pool in her centre. He pulls shorts and small clothes off together and rests a moment, head resting on her inner thigh as he looks up at her. His thumbs rhythmically rub along her hips and Moireigh shivers as she makes eye contact. 

“What is it?” she asks. He presses a kiss to the juncture between her thighs.

“You're magnificent,” His gaze slides inevitably down before meeting her eyes again, a devilish shine to them, “and you're already soaking wet for me,” His voice is hoarse with need as he moves her legs over his shoulders and licks a solid line through her lips and past her clit, causing Moireigh's head to fly back on a cry. 

“Gods, Thancred, you're-” Moireigh shouts at the stimulation of Thancred lapping at her centre. She can feel his tongue licking inside her and feel his nose brushing against her clit and his fingers digging into her thighs and it's already too much. Her hips buck and he has to move his hands to them to keep her still. 

“I'm so turned on by you right now, “ he rasps as he resurfaces to drag in a ragged breath. He watches hungrily as one of her hands clenches on a breast, rolling the already pert ripple.

“Please, keep eating me out. Feels so good,” Moireigh moans as she pulls on the nipple. 

“Yes,  Gods,  you smell amazing,” he growls as he ducks his head back down and plunges his tongue inside her. Her thighs shake against either side of his head as she keens, her back arching in ecstacy. He inhales pressed against her as he is, and the moan he lets loose vibrates through her and becomes her undoing. His hands move from her bucking hips to clench on her thighs so she doesn't crush his head as he sucks her release from her. As she comes down from her peak,  her feet land on his lower back and she can feel him flexing, working himself into the bath towel for release. Her legs slide off his shoulders to land boneless on the beach towel and she pulls his mouth from her clit.

“Go on me, I want to see you,” Moireigh pleads and Thancred dazedly gets to his knees with some effort, grasping his already red and swollen length. Moireigh trails her hand along her body enticingly and when she squeezes her breast again, he loses it. He shouts and his eyes scrunch shut as he pumps himself through, thick ropes of his release decorating her stomach. Finished, he collapses beside her and draws her close for a kiss, neither caring about the mess.

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Thancred’s laying on their bed in their shared home in the Lavender Beds. He’s got his arms behind his head, stretched out as Moireigh sits demurely between his legs, her own tucked underneath her. She’s rubbing her hands together and Thancred looks on in anticipation, inhaling the scent of lavender as Moireigh slicks her hands with oil. Her tail swishes across the tops of his feet on either side of her, causing him to chuckle every so often. She looks at his face and sees the fond look he gives her, and she smiles back, treasuring how relaxed he looks. 

“I thought… what better way to welcome you home than a massage?” Moireigh leans forward and smooths her hands down his pecs and along his muscled abdomen. She feels the muscles tense under her hands and the look she gives him is full of fire as her mouth follows the path of the oil. 

“Do you want me to turn over?” Thancred asks. Moireigh shakes her head.

“Later. For now I want to look at you - I’ve missed you,” She turns her attention back to his body after seeing the smile he gives her and sighs happily when his hand rubs the base of one of her ears. Wherever she digs her thumbs into tightened muscle, her mouth covers afterward to soothe. His shoulders, his biceps, and even his wrists. She can’t help herself but to suck the skin there, causing Thancred to inhale sharply. Thancred stays still for her apart from the small sighs and groans as she loosens him up. He glances at her drowsily as she moves down the bed, avoiding the semi-hard length between his legs. 

“You’re far too good for me, darling,” Thancred rumbles, sounding like he usually does after just waking up. Moireigh pauses in her ministrations to nibble at his lips, and he licks at hers to taste the lavender oil. They kiss for a few moments, Moireigh allowing Thancred to slide his hand through her long, unbound, fiery hair. She separates from him and his head moves to follow, but Moireigh shakes her head. 

“Nuh-uh, lover. Keep relaxing,” Moireigh gives him a toothy, happy grin as she loosens the coiled-up muscles in his thigh. She licks and kisses the skin there when she's done and she can hear Thancred’s breath picking up in response. She continues down one leg and both Moireigh and Thancred jump when she digs her thumb into the arch of his foot and it jerks uncontrollably, sliding out of her oiled hands. She hears the laugh push itself from Thancred’s throat, unbidden. 

“Oh, Gods,” Thancred moans, and Moireigh looks at him heatedly in response. Her gaze is drawn between his legs, where he’s now swollen and ready with pre on the head. 

“Are you ticklish?” Moireigh asks, dragging her eyes reluctantly to look at his face. Thancred shakes his head far too quickly. 

“Nope. Not at all,” Thancred immediately responds, and far too quickly. Moireigh continues to do what she’s been doing, and follows the path her thumb had taken with her tongue. The roughened texture forces Thancred’s foot to jerk in the loose grip of her hands and she moves to avoid being accidentally kicked. She laughs as she looks back at him, head resting on his other thigh.

“Not ticklish… right.” She grins as Thancred turns slightly red in the cheeks. 

“Keep going, though,” Thancred encourages her. Moireigh tilts her head to the side.

“You’re sure? I’d have to hold you down so you don’t kick me by accident,” Moireigh informs him. Neither of them miss his cock jump at the words. 

“That’s more than fine,” Thancred’s voice roughens as he speaks and Moireigh makes her way up his body to kiss him again. They bite at each other’s lips, The hardness of him pushes against her stomach and they both gasp before Moireigh pulls away, not wanting to be distracted.

“This first,” Moireigh moves backward and works on his other leg. First at the thigh, her mouth following her hands. By the time she gets to his feet, he’s in that languid, relaxed state again, but she still makes sure to hold his ankle securely as she digs her thumb into the arch. His free leg thrashes the bedsheets, but she’s unconcerned as her mouth follows where her hands had been. The wet sounds of her kissing her way down his leg echoes in the warm quiet of the room. The moan Thancred lets loose is long and breaks in the middle as Moireigh alternates between using her hands and her mouth on his foot. She uses her teeth, little nips on his toes as she digs into and rotates his ankle. He gives her a strangled sound, breathing fast as he comes for her. She works her way back up his body and licks the mess from his thighs and abdomen, her tail curling around his arm as he hugs her close. His hands drift down to her tail and grip the base of it, causing her to whine and grind against his flaccid length. She writhes against him as he continues to play with the base of her tail.

“Your turn,” He growls as he rolls over and pushes her into the mattress.

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Thancred sits on their bed - well, theirs for as long as Gegeruju deems it so, though Moireigh’s confident it’ll be for as long as they want.

Gegeruju owes me. Thancred smiles as the memory of Moireigh’s self-satisfied tone, and knows that the Lord of Costa Del Sol is someone whose company she tolerates rather than prefers. 

You’re stalling, Waters. Thancred takes a deep breath and his hands clench around the silks dangling between his fingers. The light catches on the golden band around his finger and he takes a moment to let the memories of his wedding with Moireigh wash over him.

Her smile…

Her vows…

Their first dance… Thancred shakes himself out of the memories, but lets them bolster him as he calls out, his voice reaching across their honeymoon bungalow.

“Moi, can you come here please?” 

“Is everything okay, Thancred?” Thancred watches as she pushes the door open with her hip and sets their drinks down on the side table. The sheer wrap she wears does little to obscure what she has on underneath and he feels heat curl further in his gut looking upon her lacy smallclothes. He notices the moment she realises what he has in his hands, because that preternatural stillness he knows she possesses takes over. Her brow furrows in confusion too, and he loves her for that. He takes a deep breath and says the words that have been clogging his throat, what he's been wanting to say all day to her since waking up this morning. 

“I want you to use these on me tonight,” He inwardly winces at the slight shake in his voice. Thancred holds up the silks between his hands, and notices his hands are clenching them far too tightly. He forces himself to relax the grip as Moireigh comes close enough to place her hands on his shoulders. He sees the moment her eyes drift away and look at her wedding ring, and a warm feeling grows in his heart. When her eyes meet his again, he smiles at her. Moireigh's head cocks to the side, the way it does when she's genuinely curious or confused. 

“You don't like being tied up or held down in any way,” Moireigh reconfirms what they both already know and the warmth inside him coils further in appreciation of her double checking his consent. He nods, and can't quite shake the nervousness or his slightly fast heartbeat. He leans forward to peck her on the lips to comfort himself. He feels her hand on the back of his head, playing with the slightly longer hair he grew out because he knows she likes running her hands through it. 

“You-you're right. But I trust you, and I think doing this will be helpful in dealing with my memories of the past with… with Lahabrea,” Thancred trails off and looks away from her, the hazy memories of his possession in the forefront of his mind, but Moireigh takes his face in her hands and kisses him. Thancred automatically loops his arms around her hips and he feels the gauzy material of the wrap she's wearing. He feels her pull away and opens his eyes to see her looking at him. The smile is still in her eyes, but very much tempered by the serious set of her mouth.

“You know you don't have to, right? Just because I like giving up control in bed doesn't mean you have to,” Moireigh's giving him an out. He sees it plainly. But he won't. Not this time. He smiles at her, hugs her close, and feels her wrap her arms around him.

“I am well aware, my darling wife. I want you to do this with me. Is that okay?” Thancred asks, hesitation creeping into his eyes and voice. 

“Of course! You'll tell me if it's too much, naturally,” She says as she cups his neck and rubs her thumbs along the archon tattoos on either side of his neck. It becomes a realisation in this moment that they both need that as comfort sometimes. He sees her smile widen right before his eyes close in contentment. His signature choker is absent today, giving her full access to his neck and tattoos. 

“Yes, I will say red if I need you to stop,” Thancred assures her. 

“Did you have a specific pattern in mind?” She asks. Thancred tilts his head over to the bedside table and he watches as she follows his gaze to the open book they've been using for the silks. He sees her smile, and he knows she's remembering him using that exact pattern on her weeks ago as he took her apart with his mouth. 

“The full body harness, huh?” He watches her fingers brush over the page and the uncertainty of it all comes rushing back. He finds he can't stop himself from backpedaling.

“If it's too much, we can do something simpler,” Thancred worries. Moireigh shakes her head and kisses his forehead before taking the silks from him; they whisper along his skin and he shivers in anticipation. 

“This one is fine. Sit comfortably, because this will take a while,” Morieigh informs him. Thancred sits on the edge of the bed, feet flat on the floor. She takes the very middle of the long length and makes a knot resting right at his clavicle. She pauses and gives him an assessing look, and he loves her even more.

“I'm fine. Keep going,” he urges her, smiling. Moireigh keeps going and he feels her make quick work of the knots going down his middle. When she starts looping the silks to wrap around his waist, however, he can't help but hear his voice in his head, making his body seize up.

They’ll never figure it out…

“My love?” Moireigh whispers to him, tugging him away from the voice. He takes a deep breath that shudders on the exhale.

“Just- just keep going for the moment. Please,” his voice pushes out of his throat, but he resolves to let this play out. Perhaps sensing his determination Moireigh continues, and he feels the slide of her hands along his body not covered by the knots and the silks as she goes. His breathing starts to slow as the weight from the silks and her hands lulls him. He feels her kiss his shoulder, and he hums in contentment. He feels her lips curve against his shoulder as she smiles. She gets about halfway up his torso, and his body seizes up again as that voice snakes through his mind.

I’ll puppet your body for years, if needed.

You can do nothing to stop me… He feels the iron grip he has on one of Moireigh’s wrists, preventing her from progressing any further before he registers he's actually done it. He tries to relax his grip, but finds his hand won't listen. He feels her shift and then the familiar weight of her in his lap, and it helps to ground him. He rests his head against her shoulder and they breathe together. He tries to match her calm, even breaths, but initially fails.

“Colour?” Her inquisitive, concerned voice washes over him and he is finally able to speak.

“Yellow,” Thancred gasps from where his face burrows into her shoulder. He drags in a breath after another and he feels the breathing finally start to slow down.

“I'm here,” Moireigh wraps her arms around him and her tail brushes against his arm - something he would have normally found ticklish or unsettling is now something he finds comfort in. His arms envelop her and bring her close; his hands dig into her lower back and he thinks it must be uncomfortable, but she says nothing and she slides her hands along his back. Her fingers find and stroke the scars on his back and he relaxes muscle by muscle.

“Do you want me to take the silks off?” Moireigh asks when his breathing is mostly back to normal. Thancred shakes his head, still nestling between her shoulder and jaw. He brushes a kiss there before raising his head and meeting her eyes.

“No, no. I want to keep going,” Thancred reassures her, hands resting naturally on her waist. Moireigh hums in thought.

“Did you want to talk about what set you off?” Moireigh asks, grimacing as soon as the words come out. 

“What is it?” Thancred asks.

“I don't want to pressure you, is all,” Moireigh mumbles. Thancred shakes his head.

“You're concerned. You've checked my consent the whole way. You have no idea how comforting that is for me, so thank you,” He kisses her briefly before tilting his head in thought, “as for what set me off - Lahabrea constantly taunted me from wherever mindscape I'd been imprisoned in… some days that voice comes back as if he never left… when I breathe in, the silks are snug along my ribs and it reminds me of that… but this is definitely helping, thank you,” Thancred sighs and pushes his forehead against hers. 

“Thank you,” Moireigh says quietly back, to which Thancred gives her a quizzical noise.

“What for?” He feels Moireigh roll her eyes in the movement of her head.

“For placing your trust in me. You're doing a brave thing, and I love you,” He burrows further, cheeks heating at her praise before he shrugs off his embarrassment.

“Colour?” Moireigh asks again, threading her hand through his hair. He lifts his head to watch her.

“Green,” Thancred answers, and when their eyes meet there’s a challenge in his. He feels her hand slide along his jaw and her mouth slants against his in a persistent kiss that leaves him half-hard as her tongue licks into his mouth. He pushes his mouth against hers just as intensely as his hands squeeze her hips until they both need to separate to breathe. He opens his eyes and sees Moireigh's face, flush and pretty and smiling. He stares unabashedly at her, and she doesn’t shy away like she did the first, or even the tenth time.  He pushes the long silk robe she wears off of her shoulders to slither down behind her onto the floor, revealing her own lacy black smallclothes. She shoots him a feral grin as he takes in her attire. 

“You like?” She smirks. Thancred looks at her appreciatively. 

“Very much,” He pecks her lips, and Moireigh gently begins tying the silks around his torso again. When she finishes, Moireigh slides her hands down his bare arms, the muscles built from his calling as a Gunbreaker. She leans back and he can see she’s clearly admiring the ties caging his body.

“You like?” He asks, smirking back at her. Her body shakes on his with a laugh. 

“Yes. Lie down for me?” She asks. He slides back onto the bed with her still in his lap, causing her to laugh and hang on as he situates himself. He lies back and rests his head on the pillow. One of his hands idly traces designs on her thigh. 

“What now, darling?” Thancred moves his eyebrows teasingly and he loves it when she moves to lay her body atop his in response. Despite his initial worries about the silks, desire curls and expands in his gut and his smallclothes feel tight. He ignores it for now, and rests his hands on her ass on either side of her tail. He sees it curving and twisting above her, a sign of her happiness. They’ve learned each other well, over the years. 

“We stay like this for a bit. We can keep going and I can use the silks on your arms too, if you want, but I think this is enough. Just… exist,” Moireigh murmurs as her hands trace designs in the gaps between the silks on his skin. It’s lulling, and soon he finds his eyes shut without realizing. He feels weighed down, and even with knowing Moireigh’s weight is on him, the voice slithers in regardless. 

Sleep? Humans and their weaknesses. Thancred remembers the utter disgust in the tone and his heart spikes at the memory.

If you think to use sleep as an escape, you’ll find none. You’re well and truly trapped. 

…Only death will free you...

“This… heaviness…” Thancred begins, voice hoarse. 

“Thancred?” He hears her voice spike in alarm and  feels Moireigh start to move off of him. He guesses that she’s clearly afraid of making things worse, but his hands, heavy like the rest of his body, slowly drag up her body to her waist to cage her in.

“Please stay, please,” Thancred winces at how needy his voice sounds, but Moireigh instantly reassures him by settling her body more firmly on his and scratching his scalp with her nails the way he likes. His eyes open, but instead of the cross beams of their Costa Del Sol honeymoon bungalow, he sees the Rhotano in Moireigh’s concerned gaze above his. Her ears twitch.

“I’m here,” Hearing those two simple words from her makes the heaviness in his body less of a reminder of that voice, and he finds his heartbeat no longer beats in his ears or his whole head. 

“Lah-Lahabrea didn’t sleep. So my body never had proper rest most of the time. The dragging exhaustion felt very similar to this, my entire body weighed down. He heard… he heard-” Thancred chokes himself off and Moireigh gives him space despite his silent protests. She places her hand firmly on his chest, sitting right beside him. He can feel her knee digging into his hip.

“I’m not going anywhere. Breathe with me, darling,” Thancred hears Moireigh take a big, exaggerated breath and when she doesn’t release it right away, he takes a breath to fill the space, wanting her to breathe. They breathe together for some time before Thancred can speak again.

“He heard every thought I had and I tried, I tried so fucking hard to not think that it would be suspicious, looking so godsdamned tired, so I could have an opening, any small opening at all,” Thancred looks up at her, imploring her to remember.

You look absolutely exhausted. Are you alright? You should get some sleep - I’ll tell the others to leave you alone for a few hours, if you want.

“He heard you anyway,” He can hear the sadness in her voice, and his hand joins hers on his chest. Their fingers entwine.

“He heard my thoughts, but he didn’t care. He had a goal. It wasn’t until you-” Thancred chokes on his breath again and Moireigh hauls him upright on strength alone and wraps herself around him. She’s rubbing his back, and he can feel her subtly loosening the knots on his torso as she goes while he drags in desperate breaths. Gratitude surges through him as he appreciates her not taking the silks off completely and breathing is slightly easier.

“Me? What did I do?” Thancred can hear the curiosity in her voice as she continues to rub his back. He wraps his arms around her.

“You look absolutely exhausted. Are you alright? You should get some sleep - I’ll tell the others to leave you alone for a few hours, if you want,” Thancred murmurs the words verbatim right by her ear. He hears her shocked intake of breath. 

“I remember that! You looked like you were going to pass out. I was concerned you were working far too hard - you remembered that? Every word?” Thancred nods against her, breathing calmer now. 

“There were a few voices and phrases here and there that stood out. I used them to help keep myself present,” he shifts back to look at her and gives her a small smile that she returns, “he started sleeping after that. Not that it made a speck of difference. I was caught. I was so damned foolish, and I nearly killed you-” He hears his voice rise and can’t stop the tears that finally decide to run down his cheeks. Her hands immediately frame his face, thumbs wiping his tears, already shaking her head vigorously. 

“No, no. You didn’t do that-” Moireigh starts but Thancred’s shaking his head, tears flowing freely now as he looks down at his hands curving into fists.

“It was my hands, Moi. The power left my body, crashed into you, and you collapsed. It took you ages to get back up - I'm done, red, please-” Moireigh’s hands are already working to get the silks off and by the time he’s finished speaking he’s free. He grabs her and clutches her to him, body shaking fully now as his hands come into contact with the scars on her back.

Even if she survives, your friends will never trust you again…

“Hey, you did not have control over your body then. That was not on you. I never blamed you for it. I never will, d’you understand me?” Moireigh’s fierce words and the demanding question wash the voice away.

“Yes. Gods, I love you so much,” Thancred frames her face and gently presses his lips to hers. When they separate, it’s only for a moment.

“I love you too,” Moireigh whispers before they crash together again, bodies fusing from chest to hip. Moireigh bites at his lower lip in the way that always drives a moan from him; he clenches her lacy underwear at her hip and tears it from her body. She whimpers at the forcefulness, and her tail wraps around his thigh in encouragement.

“I need you,” Thancred pants against her lips in between kisses. Moireigh lies back on the bed and pulls Thancred flush to her, legs already around his hips. 

“Please,” Moireigh moans, needy as Thancred takes himself in hand and rubs his cock between her already soaking lips to ease the way. Moireigh shouts and arches herself against him when he hilts into her in one smooth thrust. Her legs tighten around him and push him deeper, and they both moan, “move!” Moireigh pleads. 

“As my wife commands,” Thancred pants as he withdraws, her opening already clutching at the head of him, and drives into her once more. He feels her nails dig into his back as her moans turn to high whimpers.

“Hng… Close! Come with me!” All it takes is for Thancred to push her legs closer to her chest as he thrusts for her to come undone. He eats her scream as she clenches hard on him, and he ruts against her as he comes inside her. Panting, he tries to collapse beside her to recover, but she keeps her arms and legs around him and he settles his weight on her as he length softens within her. 

“Aren’t I crushing you?” Thancred drowsily murmurs into her neck. He nips at the skin there, and she shudders, her walls quivering around him and making him writhe against her, “sorry,” 

“I like you on top of me,” Moireigh’s voice is full of warmth and sleep, and he hums in response.

“Thank you, for that. The silks. For listening. Probably the best honeymoon gift. Apart from the fancy smallclothes, of course,” Thancred deflects the serious moment but quiets when Moireigh puts her hand against his face. Their eyes meet, and that something in his chest that always twists and hurts while looking at her never comes. The voice feels gone, too. He sees Moireigh’s expression soften, perhaps sensing the peace that’s in him now.

“Happy honeymoon, my husband. I love you.”