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Nevarra City was, as ever, a land built upon the bones of it’s ancestors as the past refused to stay buried forever - the dead had always far outnumbered the living as was want of a nation that revered death almost as much as it did life. 

The air was heavy and carried the familiar scent of damp stones and river fog as street lights flickered - shadows danced across busy streets despite the late hour and the nights gloom danced across the marble facades of mausoleums and grand tombs that had long ago been re-purposed into offices, galleries and homes. Despite the glimpses of technology that could be seen throughout the sprawling city it remained a land that held true to its relationship with death and rebirth. 

She had long ago learnt to love the city’s lingering presence. 

The hour was late as Rook walked through quiet streets, a quiet purpose in every step as the green glow of the streetlights cast a sickly sheen over the silver lengths of her hair. She had not been expecting the call out as she readied herself for bed that evening - the mortuary's administrator had left a message on her phone after she had let it ring off, tempted by the thought of just tucking herself back into bed. 

The ping of several messages however had forced her hand and now she found herself winding her way through familiar streets, the mortuary that she worked at her destination. The building was housed within what had once been a chapel, hidden deep within a small neighbourhood that saw little trouble with its vaulted ceilings and aged stained-glass windows. 

It was quiet when she arrived, greeted politely by the familiar sight of her favourite night guard as she swiped herself into the building. It did not take her long to find her way into the changing room shared by all the mortuary staff - she tucked her belongings away into her locker as she changed into her scrubs, the dark green set a particular favourite. 

The preparation room was quiet, a windowless room, and Rook quickly found herself settling into a familiar routine as she placed her ear-pods into her ears, hands quickly tying back her hair before she began preparing the tools and instruments that would be needed for her expected guest. 

It was not uncommon for a mortuary to receive the remains of the recently deceased - to the surprise of some - but the hour was normally more forgiving. She had seen bodies arrive in a variety of states over her time at the mortuary, some that looked so peaceful they could have been merely sleeping whilst others carried clear traces of violence and things she would rather not think of. Despite not knowing what kind of corpse she would be tending to that evening her thoughts shifted to the care that the poor soul would require and reminded herself of why she did this despite her grueling hours at university. 

Two years previously she had found her way into the position of a lowly mortuary assistant who needed to work out a way of balancing her coursework with the long hours expected of her - now she was able to move through the motions with ease, her hands steady as they carried out their tasks despite the exhaustion that tugged at her limbs. She hadn’t believed that she would find comfort in her work - having convinced herself that the job was merely a necessity when she found herself sinking under missed rent and tuition payments. But she enjoyed her work now, a sense of pride filling her after shift ended and each soul they tended to was prepared for their final journey. 

When the buzzer alerted her to the arrival of the mortuary's new guest she moved calmly through the building - she murmured quiet greetings to the other technicians that had been called in and let her body carry her through the processes of accepting the delivery of the corpse and moving alongside the gurney that transported the body deeper into the building. 

The smell of embalming fluid was strong in the air as they prepared the body, mingling with the sterile bite of antiseptic and burnt coffee that had been sat in the staff room for hours. It was several hours before their work was done - paperwork was filed efficiently and goodbyes muttered after the body had been tucked away for the night. 

Somehow the night had grown even colder when she stepped back out - her breath curling in front of her she let her feet carry her towards the tram station that would take her home. Despite the hour the city somehow still hummed around her, never quite going to sleep as soft laughter echoed from clubs and bar’s that served the city’s night-folk.

Life always went on though it remained indifferent to the quiet work she left behind - though she always felt as if the city watched her move through it’s shadows as she went out her day (or night, she thought to herself). 

As she stood beneath the shelter of the tram station she reached into her pocket, fingers pulling her phone out - she tapped through some of the leftover notifications though there were no missed calls or messages. She wasn’t sure she expected anything else - never one to invite company in to her self-imposed solitude. She looked up when the rumble of the tram filled the air, gaze following the hulking metal vehicle as it slowed to a stop - the doors sliding open with a loud hiss. She nodded to the driver as she climbed inside, settling herself into a worn leather seat as she let her head drop against a window. 

The tram was quiet, only two other travelers tucked away within as they kept themselves to themselves - she pressed her forehead to the cool glass as the tram set off, watching as the city slipped by. By the time they reached her stop she could just make out the faint hints of dawn curling around the skyscrapers that towered further into the city - she sighed heavily as she stepped out onto the cracked pavement before following the narrow alley that led to the entrance of her apartment building.

The building was weathered, tucked away between a laundromat that had seen better days and a dear little bookstore that she prayed would never shut its doors. She heard the stairs creak as she climbed up to the third floor, hands already fishing her keys from her pockets. 

The inside of her apartment was just as weathered as the outside though it was well cared for - lived in. A large bookcase took up one wall of the living room, its shelves heavy with books on botany, decomposition and environmental sciences along with a few texts on the occult and magics of old Nevarra that she had held onto since her childhood. 

She dropped her bag on the floor by the door as she stepped deeper in to the space, breathing in the scent of the dried herbs that hung over the small sink in the space the was meant to be considered her kitchen. 

Her cat, a graceful black little thing stood from its perch atop a pile of unfolded laundry, long spine arching as it gazed at her with it bright green eyes. “Morning, Mandrake,” she murmured as she bent down to scratch under his chin, smiling when he purred in response. 

The apartment was cluttered though not unclean as her eyes roamed over the stack of clean dishes that she still hadn’t found the time to put away yet, the scattered textbooks and piles of notes that sat atop the battered coffee table she used as a desk. A blouse hung over the back of her small couch where she had dropped it earlier and was quickly joined by her coat before she toed off her boots. 

Rook wandered across to the small collection of plants that sat across the windowsill - she took in the droop of their leaves and exhaled as she brushed a fingertip across one. “I promise I’ll get to you guys later." 

Later. When she wasn’t exhausted from the demands of caring for the dead or the worry of the upcoming bio-chem she had tried her best to forget about. She let herself sink onto the couch as Mandrake hopped up beside her, his small form curling against her thigh as she let her head drop against the back cushions - she ran a hand over his soft fur, fingers curling through it as she pulled her phone once more from her pocket, blinking as the bright light blinded her for a moment.

She swiped lazily across the screen as she cleared reminders that popped up for the day - ignoring most as the faint sounds of the city outside filtered in the through the window that lay cracked open slightly. It was one particular notification that caught her eye however, an email from another student in her study group - it was a reminder about the conference their degree cohort had been invited to later that day, one the university was very excited for them to attend. She struggled to remind herself of the topic of the conference, thoughts drifting briefly to something about the applications of botany in burial rites and the current leading superpower that had cornered that particular market. 

She sighed loudly, phone dropping onto the sofa next to her as she allowed her eyes to close - she would worry about it later after she had caught up on some sleep.

***

The sharp cry of her alarm cut through the quiet of the apartment, pulling Rook from sleep as she groaned. She glanced at the battered watch that sat on her right wrist and frowned when she realised she had only been able to sleep for a few hours - the temperature had dropped and there was a chill in the air as she stumbled about trying to find clean clothes. Once dressed she crossed into the small kitchen space - separated from the living room by a cluttered counter. She fumbled with the worn button on her coffee machine as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes - whilst it brewed she pulled on her boots and gathered her bag from where she had dropped it earlier, glancing inside to make sure that she had what she needed for the day. 

When the coffee machine hummed she quickly filled her travel mug. With her first dose of caffeine of the day ready she murmured goodbye to Mandrake as he settled himself atop the spot she had vacated on the sofa and left, door swinging shut behind her with a soft click.

It was a struggle to keep her focus on the mornings lecture as she pointedly ignored the frustrated looks of exasperation thrown at her by her study partner Bellara - she barely heard the droning voice of the professor leading the lecture as they clicked through slide after slide and instead focused on the movements of her pen as she doodled absently over the pages of her notebook, the delicate skeletal vines of far more interest. 

By the time the lecture had ended she was ready to go straight back to bed. Bellara however sighed as they stepped out of the auditorium. “You know your impossible right?” she chided even as she linked her arm through Rooks, pulling her along the corridor that would take them out of the building. “You could have at least tried to pretend that you cared.”

Rook laughed quietly. “I do care, Bell”, she said, her voice warm despite the obvious exhaustion, “I’m just tired is all.”

Bellara rolled her eyes but decided against pushing any further. They walked together, making light work of the short distance towards the small cafe they liked to have lunch in. The air was warm and heavy with the scent of freshly baked bread as they stepped out of the morning chill. They quickly settled into their favourite booth, ordering their usual - Bellara, something green and decidedly too healthy whilst Rook settled on something heavy with caffeine.

“So, are you ready for the conference tonight?” Bellara spoke quickly between sips of her fragrant tea.

“Remind me what it is again?”

Bellara groaned though she was already reaching into her satchel for a pamphlet. “You know, the V.R.I.E event? The one the university signed us up for at the beginning of the term. Come on, Rook.”

Finally things began to click into place as she took the pamphlet Bellara held out to her. “Oh, right. The Volkarin thing yeah? Uh… botanical something?”

Bellara huffed as she shook her head, her pointed ears twitching as she watched her friend read the pamphlet. “The Living Legacy: Innovations in Botanical Preservation and Modern Burial Practices”.

Rook propped her chin in her hand as she nodded, smirking slightly at her friends frustration before she began to read aloud. 

“Hosted by the Volkarin Research Institute of Ethnobotnics, this interdisciplinary conference aims to bring together the leading experts in ethnobotany, mortuary science and environmental sustainability to further explore the future of burial rites through botanical innovation. This conference seeks to close the divide between ancient tradition and modern science. This will include-“

Rook stopped when she saw Bellara nod, letting the pamphlet flutter down to the table as she reached for her coffee. “I’ll just follow your lead like normal, Bell. We both know you’re the responsible one here.”

Bellara muttered something about Rook being a lost cause although she couldn’t quite hide her amusement as she continued. “What do we even know about Volkarin anyway?”

Bellara leaned over the table, eyes wide as she giggled. “Only whats on the pamphlet really. He’s some kind of genius but a bit of a recluse.”

Rook raised an eyebrow. “The handsome kind? Or the mad scientist kind?” She smiled when Bellara snorted. 

“Why not both? Just picture it - a brooding, mysterious botanist. There are worse things.”

She laughed as she drained the last of her coffee, glaring at the now empty mug. “What kind of man is so obsessed with plants that he builds an empire around it?”

Bellara smirked as she placed her empty mug alongside Rooks, hand reaching for her satchel as they made to stand. “Guess we’ll find out tonight. Who knows, maybe he’s devastatingly attractive underneath all the nerd.”

Rook couldn’t help but roll her eyes even as her lips curled. 

“Yeah. Maybe.”

***

The evening quickly approached and Rook’s apartment was alive with the sounds of the two elves readying themselves for the conference. It had been easy for Bellara to choose her outfit, the dress made in earth-toned fabrics that subtly reflected the attire of the archivist order her family belonged to. The folds of her dress gave her the air of an explorer from another time and looked great with her dark hair where it sat high on her head .

Rook on the other hand was having a harder time. 

“You know you’re impossible,” Bellara muttered from her spot on the couch as she watched Rook throw yet more clothing across the room. Mandrake had swiftly taken his favourite spot on her lap after she had settled on the couch, having grown fond of his owners friend. He purred as she absentmindedly scratched between his ears. “You’d think you were getting ready for someone’s funeral.”

“Honestly at this point I might as well be,” Rook sighed as she looked over the chaos she had caused. “Half of these dresses barely fit anymore, and the others look like I stole them from some poor unsuspecting Mortalitasi widow.”

Bellara hummed, and then pointed towards a black dress that had fallen from a particularly precarious pile. “What about that one?” It’s a little daring but still… respectable.”

Rook glanced at the dress before she bent down to pick it up from the floor. It was old, one she had kept after an event at Necropolis years ago - the dress would hug her frame snugly and the high collar added an elegance that was softened by the draped sleeves. She frowned when she remembered how high it would sit on her thighs but shrugged when she realised she had run out of options. “Fine.” She relented. 

Bellara watched as Rook, stripped down to her underwear - the two of them close enough to no longer be phased by a bit of bare skin. She smirked after a moment, leaning back into the cushions of the couch. “You know, if you needed some extra money for new clothes there could be an easy way of getting it.”

Rook waited until she had pulled her head through the neck of the dress, hair shaking loose behind her as she raised an eyebrow. “Oh yeah?”

“You could always get yourself a sugar daddy - a lonely, old, rich man looking for some company who would be willing to open up his wallet for you?”

Rook couldn’t help the snort that escaped her mouth as her hands ran across the fabric of the fabric, giving up after a brief attempt at pulling the skirt lower down her thighs. “Yeah, sure. Because men like that just love handing out cash to weird girls who like to grow plants and smell like formaldehyde all the time.”

Bellara shook her head. “Don’t underestimate your own appeal Rook - your gorgeous.”

There was a warmth in the words as Rook walked over to where Bellara sat on the couch - she leant over to press a kiss against the elf’s head before she straightened up. “Thanks, Bell.”

The room fell quiet for a moment aside from Mandrakes continued purring until Bellara broke the silence with a a grin. “But you know, you could always just keep working yourself to death instead.”

The pair laughed as she finished her final touches, Mandrake comfortably deposited on the couch when Bellara stood - Rook let her leave the apartment first as she picked up the small clutch that would hold her keys and phone for the evening. With a quick glance about the room she nodded as she stepped out although Bellara’s comment hung heavy in her mind. 

Maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea.

She’d keep that thought to herself. 

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The Volkarin Research Institute of Ethnobotnics was a towering monolith in the center of Nevarra City - its gleaming walls captured the last rays of light as shadows danced across the cobbled pavements and bustling streets. Rook and Bellara couldn’t help but stare a little as they approached the towering structure - the building felt more like a temple than it did a research building. 

Inside the air was heavy with the scent of greenery and damp earth, a stark contrast to the normal monotonous office spaces they were used to - the walls were covered in vines that reached skywards, delicate light fixtures hanging from them in intervals. Rook exhaled softly when she took in the large glass enclosures that were spread through the the large entrance way - each housing a variety of exotic plants, some of which she couldn’t recognise. She was sure they has stepped into some kind of fantasy world. 

The pair made their way to the registration desk where they checked in, each handed a sleek name badge - Bellara quickly fitted hers to the lapel of her dress, eyes roaming over the walls in wonder as she strolled away absentmindedly. Rook on the other hand tucked hers away into the small clutch she held at her side as she followed behind in amusement. The entrance was packed, the crowd milling around in an eclectic mix - they were surrounded by scholars, corporate representatives and what could only be high-profile guest, all dressed in sharp lines and muted hues. 

Rook quickly felt out of place. 

“I feel like I’m back at school, Bell.” Rook muttered under her breath as they let themselves be led by the crowd. “It’s like being on a school trip and I’ve already gotten lost.”

Bellara shook her head as she laughed, fighting to be heard over the growing press of voices. “All we have to do is pretend we belong here.”

“That’s easy for you to say.”

They broke away from the main flow of the crowd when they spotted a pop-up bar. Rook watched as the bartenders moved with an admirable grace - pouring drinks and sliding them across the glass counter top into waiting hands. With her lack of height it was a fight to get close to the bar and she found herself jostled by elbows and quick apologies as she finally reached the front of the queue. 

She waved a hand and smiled when she caught the eye of one of the bartenders. 

“What can I get you?” the bartender asked, barely looking up from the drinking she was mixing. 

“Something fruity for her,” Rook gestured over her shoulder to wear Bellara stood waiting, hopping on her toes in excitement. “I’ll have a whiskey, neat”.

It was as she finished placing her order, the bartender already moving away, she felt herself bump against someone at her side - their presence solid, steady even in the restless movements of the crowd. 

“I’m sorry-“ she murmured as she turned, only to find herself staring up into a pair of hazel-green eyes that sat framed by dark lashes.

He was tall. So tall. 

The mans presence was commanding, an effortless air about it, as he stood there dressed in fine dark three piece suit. She could see the silver streaks that ran through his otherwise dark hair and her eyes widened when she the saw gold that adorned his fingers and wrists. 

Momentarily stunned, she didn’t react when he reached past her to pass the bartender a sleek, black card. “I’ll cover that.”

She blinked, spell broken as she watched the bartender walk away with the card. “You don't have-“

“But I insist,” he interrupted, his voice low and rich, something dancing on the edges that she couldn’t quite place. It might have been a flash of amusement, or perhaps the confidence of someone used to getting his own way. 

Rook hesitated, lost again under the intensity with which he watched her. She felt herself exhale through her nose as she finally shook her head. “Well.. thank you, then.”

His lips curled into something of a smirk as his head tipped forward. “Think nothing of it, my dear.”

The was a brief moment of silence despite the hum of conversation around them - she couldn’t pull her gaze from his as she took in the heavy-lidded warmth in his expression. He radiated the energy of someone who knew exactly the kind of effect he had on others. 

“You’re here for the conference then?” She realised the question was silly even as she asked it, the bartender placing their drinks on the counter next to her.

“Something like that.” His response was vague though not unkind. It was almost like he was enjoying her curiosity. 

She tilted her head so that she could look up at him properly, studying him. “A scientist, then? Or are you one of the corporate suits here to see if there is profit to be made?”

Rook could have sworn he smirked again, lips curling at the edges as she spoke - as if amused by her boldness. 

“You could say I have something of an interest in the botanical sciences.”

Before she could press him any further, a call came out for the conference’s start. She felt Bellara tap on her arm, gesturing towards the now open doors the crowds were heading to, but when she turned back he had gone. She glanced around although there was no sight of the tall, well dressed man - the only thing that lingered was the faint scent of incense and something floral that she couldn’t quite place. It almost smelt of old books and pressed petals between their pages. 

She frowned but let herself be pulled along by Bellara, hands snatching up their drinks before they followed the flow of bodies into the large auditorium that awaited them. 

It did not take them long to find their seats, and they settled themselves quickly as the large space filled with the hum of voices and rustle of clothing. She could almost taste the tension in the air as they all waited for the presentations to begin. 

The lights dimmed and a hush fell over the room. 

On to the stage stepped a lone figure, her robes the deep green and black of the Mourn Watch, clearing marking her as a Mortalitasi. She moved with a smooth grace across the stage before she stopped behind the podium - she had an air of authority around her as she gazed across the room, as if she was accustomed to commanding the attention of large groups. 

“Welcome,” her voice carried clearly across the auditorium. “I am Myrna, Mortalitasi of the Mourn Watch and senior consultant here at V.R.I.E - it is an honour to be able to stand here before you all as we ready ourselves to explore the every-growing relationship between death, science and botanical innovation.”

On the large wall behind her, a screen lit up, a slide displaying the itinerary for the nights presentations. The slides flicked through as she spoke, revealing the topics that were to be covered:

Bio-Sustainable Burial Rites & Ecological Integration
The Science of Decomposition & Regeneration
The Role of Bioengineered Flora in Memorialization
Ethnobotanical Innovations in Modern Funerary Practices

She went on to outline the purpose for each topic, her tone unwavering as she stressed the importance of these advancements and the significant effects they would have on both ecological preservation and cultural evolution. 

“To start tonight off, I am delighted to introduce our first speaker, Vorgoth, another member of the Mourn Watcher and the lead consultant here at V.R.I.E- they will be leading the discussion on Bio-Sustainable Burial Rites & Ecological Integration.”

There was a polite round of applause as the surprisingly cloaked figure stepped onto the stage. Their deep voice echoed across the room and they quickly launched in a detailed analysis. Rook, however, did not hear a word. 

Her thoughts had quickly drifted, slipping away from the dim light of the auditorium and to the warm, hazel-green eyes of the man at the bar. She could still see the curve of his lips and the effortless way in which he had dismissed her attempt at stopping him from paying for their drinks. Something about the man pulled at her, dancing around her thoughts as she paid little attention to the stage. 

Bellara huffed where she sat beside her, already resigned to the fact that she could do nothing to stop Rooks wandering attention - she fixed her gaze firmly on the stage and scribbled notes in the little pad she had carried in her bag. 

The conference continued with each topic following a steady rhythm - each speaker an expert in their own area, delivering their research and findings with a carefully cultivated precision. 

But Rook’s attention was finally drawn back to the stage when Myrna reappeared at the podium.

“This evening has been a clear demonstration of the extraordinary advancements our field continues to make,” Myrna announced over the hushed murmurs of the audience. "Now, it is with great pleasure that I introduce our host for the evening and the head of the Volkarin Research Institute of Ethnobotnics."

The room erupted into applause. The lights dimmed again, as a single spotlight shone down on the speaker’s podium.

Rook felt herself leaning forward, anticipation thrumming through her as she caught sight of a familiar silhouette emerging from the shadows.

And then, out walked the man from the bar.

“It is my pleasure to announce, Professor Emmrich Volkarin.”

He took his place at the podium, exuding a quiet authority that immediately snatched the attention of everyone in the auditorium. His voice was rich and measured, each word deliberate yet effortlessly spoken.

“Good evening,” he began, hands resting lightly on the podium, “tonight we have explored the advancements that redefine our understanding of the life cycle. Of how we return to the earth, and how nature, in turn, makes use of us once we have passed onto the next life. But beyond the science hard at work here, there is still a question that remains to be asked: how do we approach these innovations ethically? How do we ensure that our progress does not out-pace our responsibility to those who have passed on?”

The room was silent, every soul within the auditorium listening intently.

“The study of burial sciences is no longer confined to tradition,” Emmrich went on. “As we integrate bioengineered flora and sustainable decomposition practices, we must ask ourselves - who truly owns the dead? Do they belong to their families, to society, or to the natural world that will eventually and ultimately reclaim them?”

He stepped away from the podium then, his presence no less commanding as he moved across the stage. “We stand now at a threshold. We can create living memorials, restructure how we return to the soil, and yet… it begs to be asked what is lost when we alter what has been sacred for centuries? Where do we draw the line between innovation and desecration?”

As he moved across the stage, his gaze swept the audience - and then, somehow, impossibly, his eyes founds hers.

Despite the sea of people in the auditorium, his gaze locked onto hers as if he had known exactly where she would be seated. The warmth of recognition flickered across his features briefly when their eyes met across the dark room. She felt rooted in her seat, lost in the intensity of his stare, her fingers tightening around the fabric of her dress.

Beside her, Bellara turned slightly, noticing the tension that now coiled across Rook’s body. “Are you actually paying attention now?” she whispered, amusement lacing her voice.

Rook could feel the warmth creeping up her neck before she cleared her throat. “Shut up, Bell.”

Bellara grinned, leaning in just a little closer as her shoulder knocked into hers. “Well, well. Someone’s captivated.”

Rook glared at her quickly, but it lacked any real heat as she forced herself to look back at the stage - just as Emmrich finally turned away, continuing as though he hadn’t just shaken her entire sense of composure.

Rook wasn’t sure she heard the rest of his speech, his voice carrying clearly across the auditorium, edged in the same elegance it had held at the start. 

“The precipice of change that we now stand on is inspiring,” he declared loudly, arms held out at his side as his gaze swept over the room one final time. “It is not just our responsibility but also our privilege to be the ones who will shape the future of burial sciences in a manner befitting both the past whilst also looking ahead to the future. I thank you all your presence here this evening. I hope that your time with us has been enlightening and that your curiosity never wavers.”

There was a single moment of silence, the hush heavy, before the room erupted into applause - the energy high as Emmrich took a graceful bow. He inclined his head before he stepped away, auditorium lights coming back on as bodies rose from their seats - the conference had ended but the night was far from over as the crowds began to file out. 

The entrance has been transformed into an elegant reception whilst they had been tucked away within the auditorium - the space was now alive with warm golden lighting as attendants moved throughout the space carrying trays line with drinks, their uniforms reminiscent of the clothing worn by the Mourn Watch as the hum of voices began to blend into the soft music that played. 

Rook and Bellara let themselves be swept along by the crowd as they entered the space again. It was Bellara that spoke first when they were able to break free and waved over to a small group of people she recognised from some of their lectures. “Some of the others made it,” her voice bright as she began to edge away. “I’m going to say hello. You coming?”

Rook felt herself hesitate for a moment, her body at ends with itself as she struggled under the sensation of overheating - her skin tingled with something she found herself unable to name as she shook her head. “Go ahead. I’ll catch up in a bit.”

She was glad when Bellara didn’t question her, just sparing her a nod before she disappeared back into the crowd. She exhaled softly as she stepped away from the entertainment and let herself be drawn away to the quieter edges of the space, feet carrying her down a corridor as her eyes wandered over the info boards that flickered on the walls, the scrolling text and bright images to fast for her to follow.

She kept walking before one particular exhibit caught her attention - the display lit softly by a single spot light. It was a floral display, much like the ones in the entrance hall though it held just one type of bloom. She approached the display, recognising it as Shroud’s Kiss, the delicate, pale petals striking under the spotlight.

Lost in thought she didn’t hear the hurried footsteps that approached her, 

Her focus was broken by Bellara’s voice as she approached her quickly. “There you are,” she huffed, just a little out of breath. “I’m going to head out with some of the others to grab a drink. You wanna come with us?”

Rook shook her head. “I think I’m gunna hang around a little longer.”

Bellara tipped her head at the response. “You alright?”

She nodded, turning to face her friend as she smiled softly. “I’m fine, Bell. Just not ready to leave yet.”

Bellara hesitated though her expression soften just a little. “Look, about earlier. If things are really hard at the moment, if you do really need the extra money - all you have to do is say. You know I’ll do what I can.” Her lips pressed together as if she wanted to say more but she didn’t when Rook shook her head. 

“Bell, go. Have fun with the others - I don’t want to think about money any more tonight.”

The younger woman reached out to grab Rooks hand and gave it a squeeze as she smiled reassuringly - nodding once before slipped away to join the group that waited for her at the end of the corridor. 

Rook sighed as the quiet returned, her gaze moving back to the flowers after she was finally alone, fingertips reaching out to dust over the petals. 

Except she wasn’t.

His voice was smooth, deliberate, as he broke the fragile silence. “You seem drawn to them.”

She spun, hair dancing around her, her pulse jumping when she found herself face to face with their host, Emmrich now standing a few feet away. She was sure she hadn’t heard him approach, hadn’t realised someone else was there at all until he had decided to make himself known. He watched her, waited, with an expression that felt unreadable - his gaze settled over her with a weight of something akin to curiosity. 

“I - I suppose I am a little.”

Emmrich smiled softly, as if pleased that she had responded. He moved closer, stepping the her space as he looked to the flowers beside her. “Shroud’s Kiss,” he mused, his voice sinking into something lower, deeper. “It is a fascinating bloom - one said to be tied to both death and rebirth. It is beautiful, isn’t it?”

She swallowed, the sound loud in the quiet hallway. “Yes.”

Her eyes were fixed on him as he took another. “Are you aware of the legends around this particular bloom?” She shook her head. “They say it grows only on the graves of lovers and was believed to be able to pull one closer to the Fade - if you still believe in that kind of thing.”

His gaze flickered towards her fingertips, still hovering over the petals. “You touch it a though you are intimately familiar with death - familiar enough to be able to recognise and appreciate the beauty of this particular bloom.”

She was unsure as to whether the statement was a compliment or just an observation as she let her hand fall back to her side. She watched as he deliberately moved further into her space, his presence curling around her like the scent of the flowers themselves. “You are a curious little thing,” he murmured, the words dancing over her skin like they were a physical thing. “I wonder what it is that fascinates you so. The science or the myth?”

Rook felt her breath catch in her chest, as if she had forgotten how to breathe for a moment. It was like she was being scrutinised, as if he was seeing directly into her. “Both, I suppose,” she admitted quietly. 

He chuckled, the sound low and knowing. “Good answer.”

The little space that remained between them felt too small now but for some unknown reason she did not mind. There was something in the way that he watched her, the way his gaze felt almost predatory although not unkind, that made her skin feel as if it could set alight.

She knew that she should step back. Say something clever and humorous in order to regain some control. 

But she didn’t. 

And ever observant, Emmrich took satisfaction in that. 

Emmrich stepped further into her space, his presence wrapping around her like the ivy and vines on the wall though he didn’t try to touch her. There was something heavy in his movements and the way that his gaze flickered from her face and down the length of her throat. His lips curved when he saw her swallow again. 

“I find myself intrigued,” he murmured as though it was a secret just for her ears. “I am not accustomed to my guests wandering so willingly away from the entertainment we provide at these events.”

She exhaled. “I didn’t mean to,” the words flimsy even to her ears.

“I’m quite sure you didn’t my dear.” His words seem to indulge her, drawing some pleasure from the uncertainty that hung about her. “Was it the noise that sent you away?” He waved a hand in the direction of the distant hum from the reception. “Is it the quiet you prefer?”

Rook hesitated for a moment, lips parting as her tongue flicked out to moisten them. She nodded. 

“I do as well.”

And then he began to walk away, as if it was the most natural thing to do, glancing back only once in silent invitation. Rook looked over her shoulder briefly, back down the hallway that would have led her back to the reception before she hurried to catch him.

They wound their way deeper through the winding corridors of the V.R.I.E building - the world growing quieter around them, the air thick the scent of greenery as the sterile aesthetic of the main entrance gave way to something richer, more alive. Her eyes roamed over the vines that still crept along the edges of the walls, curling around the soft glow of the overhead lights. It almost felt as though she had been transported into a world entirely of his creation. 

“I have my spent in pursuit of understanding,” Emmrich’s voice was low as he met her gaze. “Death is not merely the end of a story, my dear. It is a transformation.” 

Rook found herself utterly absorbed as he spoke, their feet moving without direction as he led through the halls. “You really are passionate about it. Like actually passionate.”

“I do not study death and decay just for the sake of loss - but to understand what it gives back. Time is irrelevant, the only thing that truly remains is its legacy.”

Before she could respond he stopped them in front of a large set of doors - hands reaching out to push them open. He gestured for her to step through, the room beyond dark but warm. Inside, what she could now see was an office, sat several large glowing glass cases, each lined across the vast walls - inside they housed a variety of blooms that drew her breath away. Each had a presence that felt almost ethereal as they glowed under their lights - deep red and green petals edged in gold, curling stems that seemed to dance within their cases. She could smell the heavy scent that filled the air in the room - it was intoxicating, earthy and fragrant all at the same time. 

She moved deeper into the room, drawn towards the cases as though guided by an invisible hand. She didn’t hear the click of the door as it shut behind her. 

“I’ve only ever read about some of theses” her words were barely a whisper as she turned to glance at him. He hadn’t moved, his tall frame leant back against the heavy doors as he tracked her path amongst the displays. He exhaled slowly, as if pleased, before he finally followed her further into the room. 

“They have required much devotion,” he explained. “Patience. Attention.” His lips curved. “Much like people do.”

Rook felt her chest hitch slightly, the weight of his words heavy as it settled in her chest - even she, as naive as Bellara often proclaimed her to be, could hear the double meaning in the statement. She turned to stare at the flowers though she could feel him watching her, could feel the way his gaze traced along the lines of her body. 

The room was silent as the air grew heavy with something she couldn’t quite place - a tension so thick she was sure she could cut it with a knife. 

He had moved when she finally turned around, seated now on a low, dark leather couch that sat in the center of the room. He had one long left swung over the other as arm reached across the back of the couch - his posture looked relaxed though the intensity in his gaze was anything but. 

“Come here,” it was barely a whisper, his voice quiet, but there was no mistaking the authority in the words. 

She could feel her heart beating against the walls of her chest as she tried to look away from his gaze. She knew, deep down, that she had spent much of her life avoiding the eyes of men just like him - rich, powerful, self-assured  men that did not ask for the things they wanted, especially when it came to women like her. Elven and female in male dominated field had meant she learnt quickly who to avoid being alone with, but there was something in the way the spoke to her that sent a shiver running down her spine in a way that wasn’t entirely unpleasant. 

Emmrich watched as she hesitated again, his gaze darkening as he watched the resistance flicker across her features. But he did not press her, choosing to lean back against the couch with an ease that spoke of someone with all the time in the world. 

“I will give credit where it is due, my dear,” her breath quickened as he spoke, a knowing tone to his voice that hummed in her ears. “You are trying very hard to appear unaffected.”

Rook felt her jaw clench at the tease. “I don’t know what you mean.”

His smile deepened. “Of course, my dear.”

She could feel him trying to reel her in and she knew that she was going to let him. She could see that the door was unlocked though it was closed - he was giving her every opportunity to turn away and leave but her feet refused to move.

He waited, watching. There was something intoxicating about his patience as she met his gaze - there was something dangerous in the way that he looked at her, as if he somehow knew he had already won. 

She took a step forward. 

Her movements were heavy with her uncertainty though she did not stop. He took a slow satisfaction in the way the tips of her ears twitched where they peaked through the silver lengths of her hair. 

“You don’t understand it yet,” he murmured as his tilted to follow her approach. “But I believe you can feel it, yes?”

The heat of his gaze coiled low in her belly as she swallowed. “Feel what?”

“This thing between us,” his voice was soft, as though to coax her closer. “This pull of something greater than us both.”

Her breath caught in her chest as she struggled to find the words to respond. Something in her told her that she should push back against his absolute certainty but she couldn’t bring herself to do it - she could feel the truth in his words, knew that he was right. 

There was something about him that made her shiver, wanting nothing more than to keep moving closer as she buried the voice in her head that tried to warn her against it. 

Emmrich uncrossed his legs, spreading them just slightly as he leant forward, his elbows coming to rest on his knees as his gaze remained fixed on hers. “Closer,” he murmured, the words edged in an authority that made her body sing. 

She hesitated only for a second before she did as he said. 

His lips curled into knowing smile as she stepped in front of him, close enough that she could now see the flecks of gold in his hazel-green eyes as he tipped his head back to look up at her. She could feel the heat radiating from him as she leant towards him. 

She watched as he lifted a hand, not quite touching her though as his fingers brushed over the fabric of her dress. She could see the final opportunity he was giving her - the choice would be hers even if they both already knew the outcome. 

“Good girl.” Rook shuddered at the hum of satisfaction that rumbled through his voice before she could stop herself. 

She was in trouble. 

The world outside the room was quiet as she stood before him, her chest rising quickly with shallow breaths, her body taut with an anticipation that warmed her. She could feel the charge in the air as he continued to watch her - his gaze once again dark, a predator waiting for the moment its prey made the final step. 

She did. 

His large hands settled around her waist, the heat searing through the fabric of her dress as she shuddered against him. She let him guide her closer as he pulled her atop his lap, his arms settling around her like a cage she wasn’t sure she wanted to escape. 

Her lips parted as if she wanted to speak though she was unable to voice the words - the only sound a breathless exhale as his grip tightened. 

His voice was like velvet over her skin as he murmured into the hush of the room. “You are such a precious thing, aren’t you?”

She shivered as his hands began to explore, fingers tracing over the ridges of her spine with a slow, teasing motion as she struggled with what to do, unsure of how to hold herself against him. 

“The way you tremble against me. It’s intoxicating.” 

Rook was drowning beneath his gaze as he drank her in. She was surrounded by his scent and could feel the warmth of his body beneath her as she let herself sink into his lap. She hadn’t know it was possible to feel so completely absorbed by another persons presence. 

His fingers had reached the soft skin of her throat where it lay hidden under her collar - tracing soft shapes before it brushed lower, following her neckline until he could tease against the skin of her collarbone. She shivered under the whisper like touches.

“No one’s eve-“ the words escaped her as she shuddered against him. She felt him breathe beneath her as he absorbed her words. A soft, startled sound escaped her when he tipped his head up to ghost his lips against her jaw. 

“I had thought so.” His mouth followed the path his fingers had taken, pressing slow, almost possessive kisses against her skin as he chased her pulse. 

Her fingers curled tightly into the fabric of his suit jacket when she trembled against him, his hands continuing their exploration of her body. She had never been touched like this before and she couldn’t help but arch into his touch - it felt almost reverent, the way his hands pressed into her skin as he continued to press kisses against her throat. 

“We’ll take this slowly then,” he murmured as he reveled under her reactions. “You were made to be worshiped, my dear. How has no one realised this?”

Rook barely had the presence of of mind to respond to his question as she sat there in his lap, warmed beneath his ministrations. She lost track of everything when he finally leant up to kiss her, his mouth coaxing hers open as he indulged in the taste of her. 

He licked into her mouth, drawing out small gasps that filled his ears as she clung to him - he could taste the lingering remnants of her drink, warm on her tongue as he pressed deeper, determined to chase every last drop. 

She melted against him, her body soft beneath his hands as he continued to taste her, as if he could somehow reach deeper. When the ache in her chest became too much she broke away, her lips stinging with the imprint of his, the soft skin tingling where the hairs of his mustache had brushed against them as he had taken his fill. Her forehead dropped to rest against his as she sucked in a breath. 

“I’ve never… before.” Emmrich exhaled slowly as his hands pressed into the soft flesh of her thighs, fingers brushing teasingly under the fabric of her dress, his grip almost possessive. 

“I will teach you.” His voice was low, ringing with promise. “I will show you everything, my dear. The world.”

Her hand slid beneath his jacket before they fisted into the material of his shirt - the tension in her body betraying her even as he leant back up to smile against her lips. 

“You are exquisite.”

He moved slowly, his long fingers pressing into the soft skin of her thighs as he kissed her again. Somehow deeper this time. She could feel the tension in his jaw as he chased the taste of the whiskey from her mouth, his tongue soft and warm against hers as he encourage her to move it. Every action was precise, controlled as he swallowed each little breath and gasp that tried to escape as she tried to adjust, tried to match each movement. 

Emmrich could feel the bite of her nails against his chest as she clutched at the fabric of his shirt, could feel every little squirm and shudder as she unknowingly pressed herself closer.  He let his hands wrap around the warmth of her thighs as he held her tighter, fingers digging into the soft flesh as they drifted higher under the material of her dress - her skin was so warm, he thought, as if her blood was boiling beneath it. 

“You are a treasure.” He muttered the words against her mouth as he broke away, her lips soft and damp from the gentle licks of his tongue as he refused to leave them untouched for too long.

Rook couldn’t help the gasp that slipped out when he took hold of her bottom lip between his teeth - she moaned when he pulled on it gently, tongue lathing over the tender flesh as if to soothe it when he released it. She swallowed, a flicker of insecurity filling her before she pushed it down and chased the warmth of his mouth herself. Her eyes opened to see his suprised, but pleased gaze - she could almost convince herself the was a flash of pride in his eyes as he let her chase him. He sank back against the couch fully, the cushions cradling his back as she followed down, her mouth warm and insistent as she kissed him again and again. 

He could feel the little shivers as she finally took the lead and pressed her tongue between his lips, he moaned as she seemed to mirror his earlier actions - it was like she was searching for something when a small hand rose from his chest to come rest again the line of his jaw, as if it hold him in place. 

Rook felt herself let go as she chased away the lingering taste of the red wine he had clearly drunk earlier in the evening, his tongue wrapping around hers as she breathed heavily against his mouth. 

“Good girl.” She shuddered again when he whispered the words against her lips, the term causing the same shiver it had the first time he had said it - she wasn’t sure she felt like she was being good as she sat there pressed against his chest, his lap warm beneath her.

But she liked it.

She wanted him to say it again. 

His hands had finally moved again, slipping out from under her dress as they moved up the length of her body, fingers pulling at the black fabric as they gripped at the narrow of her waist before drifting higher to press against her ribs. 

“Do you like that?” The question was teasing even as his tone darkened, she opened her eyes again to see him staring back up at her. “Do you like it when I tell you your a good girl?”

A small sound left her lips when she felt his fingers brush against the swell of her breasts, light, teasing touches that made her yearn for more. 

“Are you a good girl?”

Every movement of his hands, every shift of his body under her made her want to give up everything she had to offer in that moment - his words warm in her ears as she began to feel weightless. 

“A good girl would tell me her name.” It wasn’t a question, the words heavy with a confidence that made her body ache in an awful, but perfect way. 

“Rook,” her voice cracked when she spoke, mouth dry now that his tongue had moved onto the skin of her throat. She felt him growl against the soft flesh there, the sound vibrating through her body as his hand continued to move, taking up the weight of her breasts when he cupped them through the fabric of her dress - she shuddered, head falling back as her hair swung loose behind her. 

“What an interesting name for such a disarming creature.” He felt the throb of her pulse as he let his tongue follow the path of her throat - she continued to shift atop him, as if she was unaware of the tiny movements her body made. “Is that truly your name, my dear?”

“My friends call… call me Rook,” she wasn’t sure how she found the energy to speak. “But-but my birth… birth name is-“ she gasped when his mouth sucked harder at the flesh of her throat, almost enough to hurt but not quite. 

“Tell me.” 

His voice rumbled against her skin as his hands continued to cup her breasts, long fingers squeezing in time with her desperate breaths.

“Sable. My name is Sable.”

“Good girl.”

A soft, keening sound caught in her throat when he said it again, one hand once more falling back to the warmth of her thighs as she felt something start to coil within deep in her belly. It left her breathless, wanting. 

Time seemed to freeze around them as he used his free hand to reach for her chin, forcing her gaze back to his as her lashes fluttered against her cheeks. He pulled her face back down to his and kissed her again, warm and wet until it was the only thing she could think about. 

Then he stopped.

Rook sat there, cradled in his lap, gasping as her chest rose and fell heavily - her hands sank into the now wrinkled fabric of his shirt as she met his gaze. It was like he was studying her, his eyes tracing the way the moonlight spilled across her pale skin from the window opposite them. She was truly breathtaking as she sat there, lips parted and cheeks flushed. 

His voice was soft now, barely more than a whisper as he watched the blue of her eyes vanish beneath the black of her pupils. “I can give you everything you want, my dear, and it would be my absolute pleasure. But if you wish to leave, I will allow it.”

She blinked, lips still parted as her tongue flicked out nervously to dampen them as she sucked in a breath. Emmrich watched as emotions danced across her features before they settled into something determined. Decided. 

She shook her head. 

He smiled. 

“Good girl.”

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Rook could only watch as he cupped her face between his hands, thumbs brushing gently over her cheekbones before he pulled her closer to press several slow, deliberate kisses into her mouth. Each kiss left her gasping for more as his tongue slid over hers, their teeth clashing. It was a heady feeling - the warmth of his mouth against hers as he pressed closer. It was messy and wet and when he finally released her lower lip from between his teeth she nearly collapsed against him. She felt the ghost of his thumb as it brushed over the swollen flesh, smearing the saliva and slick that almost glistened in the moonlight. 

“I would very much like for this to be comfortable for you,” his eyes watched her eyes as he spoke. “I will not allow for your first time to be on a couch in my office.”

Rook barely registered his words at first, still caught in the haze of his presence, the lingering heat of him pressed against her. She tried to speak but could only blink, her mind dazed as she attempted to pull her thoughts back together into something coherent. Tonight had not at all gone how she had expected it to but it was easy to let herself be led by the resolve in his voice. She resorted to just nodding. 

The corner of Emmrich’s mouth curled ever so slightly, but there was something knowing in his gaze, something utterly indulgent

Emmrich held her arms lightly as he helped her lift off of his lap, her knees trembling beneath her as she stood - once he was sure she would not collapse into his plush carpet he rose, his tall form stretching as he rose above her. She followed his movements as he bent to pick up her clutch, abandoned on the floor, before he pressed it gently into her hands. His hands then brushed down the length of her body as he smoothed the wrinkles of her dress, pulling it back down where it had risen up her thighs. 

Rook almost felt like she was in a dream as he, without provocation, slipped off his suit jacket and draped the heavy fabric over her shoulders. She exhaled quietly as she felt the lingering warmth of his body wrap around her. It was then that she allowed herself to truly look at him as he fiddeled with his collar - the length of his legs lending to his tall stature, the way his broad shoulders tapered into that sinfully narrow waist that was just ridiculously unfair. 

Emmrich felt her gaze roam over his body as he stretched, telling himself that it was only fair given the time he had spent this evening watching her. When she finally met his eyes he reached for her hand and laced their fingers together before he pulled her from the office. 

There was no need for words - his grip was firm as though he had no intention of letting her stray from his side.

They moved quietly though the still hallways of the V.R.I.E building and she realised that he was steering them away from the bustle of the main reception, a realisation that filled her with a strange sense of warmth and gratitude. It did not take them long to reach the nearest side exit - the night air spilling in through the open doors was balm to her overheated skin. 

She let her gaze settle on where their hands were laced together as they stepped out onto the street, the distant hum of the city a low murmur against the quiet - though she jumped when a voice called out behind them. 

Emmrich’s grip around her fingers tightened briefly before he unlaced them - he gently steered her towards the street where a sleek, dark green sports car sat parked nearby. Even in the dark she could see it was all sharp lines and elegance - definitely the kind of car she could see him owning. 

“Go on,” he murmured, as he motioned for her to head to the car. “Wait for me.”

She only hesitated for a moment before she let her feet carry her the rest of the way, stopping only when she reached the car - her fingers tangled in the sleeves of his jacket as she turned to watched him the greet the owner of the voice. 

It was Myrna. 

The woman approached with the same grace that she had done when crossing the stage earlier in the evening, her robes billowing behind her in the night breeze. 

“You made quite the impression tonight,” she remarked, her tone familiar and light. “Not that we would have expected differently.”

Emmrich inclined his head in acknowledgment as she came to a stop before him. “My thanks.”

He watched as her gaze flickered over his shoulder, past him before landing on Rook where she stood by the car, illuminated by the glow of the nearby streetlights, still dazed and wrapped in his jacket. A slow smirk curved over her lips as she met his gaze. “Ah,” she mused. “So that’s where you disappeared off to.”

He exhaled, a hand coming to rest on his hip as he met her amused look with a dry one. “Really, Myrna?”

She tilted her head, a faint glimmer of mirth in her eyes. “I must say you do look a little less… put together that usual.” She waved a hand at the flush that had settled over his cheekbones and the slight dishevelment of his hair. “Should I be asking questions?”

“No, I think not.” His response was immediate, though the tone polite. 

“Oh, I’m very much enjoying myself,” she admitted, her smirk widening. “But fine, I’ll be kind. I only wanted to congratulate you - on the conference, of course.” She tapped a gloved finger against her lips. “And on… whatever this is.”

Emmrich’s jaw tensed slightly as he shook his head. “Good night, Myrna.”

“Go on, escape then whilst you can.” Myrna laughed, entirely unfazed by his dismissal. 

He exhaled, pressing his thumb and forefinger briefly against the bridge of his nose before turning back to Rook. Without hesitation, he reached for her, his arm sliding around her waist as he guided her into the car.

Once she was buckled in, a swift kiss press to her cheek, he swung the door shut and rounded to the drivers side - he turned to meet Myrna’s gaze once more. Her smirk was wide as she gave him a slow, mocking wave. 

He merely sighed, smirking faintly in response before he folded himself into the car. The air quickly filled the purr of the engine, the rumble loud as the car came to life, and he smoothly pulled them out onto the street. Rook let herself sink deeper into the leather seat as her head tipped to the side so that she could watch him. 

Myrna remained on the street for a moment as she watched them disappear down the darkened street before she laughed quietly - her robes catching on the cobbled pavement as she turned back to the open doors. 

***

The inside of the car was quiet bar the purr of the engine as the car slipped down the near empty city streets. The city felt empty at this late hour as streetlights flashed overhead - Rook sank deeper into her seat as she watched him drive. 

Everything about him was effortless, each movement he made measured and precise as he handled the car with a confidence that made her skin tingle. 

She swallowed, a soft sound, as she let her gaze move out to the street ahead - she swore she could still feel the ghost of his hands on her body as the warmth of his jacket and the heating wrapped around her. She heard him shift in the seat next to her, turning to see his hand drift from the gear shift so that it could brush over the exposed skin of her thigh. It was light at first, barely a flutter of his fingertips over the warm flesh before his palm settled heavily against her with something that felt almost possessive. He didn’t turn to look at her as his thumb moved slowly, tracing small idles shapes in the skin above her knee - his gaze settled firmly out the window on the road ahead. 

It felt like a claim, unspoken but insistent as something coiled low in her stomach - a heat that was unfamiliar dancing through her veins. There was no hurry in his movements, no rush as she shuddered lightly beneath his fingers. Her eyes flickered back to his briefly, just in time to see the corners of his mouth curl, just barely - she realised he knew exactly what he was doing as he continued to coax more reactions from her body. 

By the time they had pulled off the main roads onto a quiet street Rook could feel the heat rolling through her body - she tried to focus on the passing houses, each grander than the last as lights flickered in tall windows. The townhouse he pulled up in front of however stole her breath. 

From inside the car she could the elegance of the dark stone walls and the tall windows with their wrought-iron details. There was a gothic air to the architecture that was only deepened by the twisting vines that crawled along the walls - it was striking, distinctly him, as it sat amongst the modern sprawling buildings of the city.

Emmrich pulled into the private drive with ease - the car rolling to a gentle stop as he shut off the engine. Finally relinquishing his hold on her thigh he climbed out smoothly before he rounded the car.

He opened the door, hand held out in offer - he smiled when she put her palm into his and let him ease her out of the set, his grip steady. She watched as he took the clutch from her other hand, tucking it beneath his arm as he squeezed her fingers gently, not letting go as he led her away from the car and up the stone steps to the front of the property. 

It was dark inside. Aside from the warm glow of a single lamp that had been left on in the foyer the space was dark, as if the house itself was asleep. She glanced around as she moved deeper into the house, peeking through a doorway to see what could only have been his lounge. The walls were lined with bookcases stacked high with what must have been a small fortune of leather bound books. The furniture dotted across the room was aged but well cared for, she could only assume antique and every thing was decorated in rich, muted tones. 

She didn’t hear the sound of the door shutting quietly nor the light footsteps behind her, spinning when she felt his hands brush over her shoulders. She turned to face him properly as his hands slipped beneath the lapels of his jacket which still hung over her shoulders. With a deliberate motion he slid it off, not looking back as he threw it to join her clutch where it lay abandoned on a cabinet behind them. 

His gaze was heavy as his hands moved. One wrapped around her waist, pulling her tight against him as the other brushed across the back of her neck before it threaded through the lengths of her hair, fingers tangling in the silver strands. She felt the grip on her hair tighten, just a touch, as she leaned back, his significant height forcing her to arch her back as he crowded over her. 

Emmrich just held her. Saying nothing as he stared down at her with his hooded gaze. She could see it in his eyes, the chance to refuse, to say no and walk away. 

She didn’t want to. 

Her hands crawled up, over his chest as the reached for his face - her small hands cradled against his jaw as she mirrored his actions earlier, her thumbs brushing over the sharp lines of his face. This was him reassuring himself - that she was choosing this. 

Despite the coil of nerves that still danced low in her belly she smiled, lips parting slightly as she gave him the smallest of nods. She thought she might burn under the approval of his gaze. 

Then-

Well, then he kissed her again. 

His mouth was insistent against hers, tongue demanding entry as it traced over the crease of her lips - he moaned when she gasped against him, granting him entry. 

The foyer was loud with the sounds of the them - the kisses wet and hungry as his tongue licked into the depths her mouth. It was all she could hear as she felt him bend her further backwards, held up purely by the subtle strength of his arms - she hung there, like a puppet on a string as he swallowed every little gasp and needy moan that escaped her. 

The hand on her waist tightened, the press of his fingers hard as they dug in to soft flesh hidden beneath her dress. She thought she might drown in him.

She felt the pull on her hair as he tilted her head back further and gasped, breaking away from his mouth as she desperately sucked in a breath - she heard him moan as he attempted to chase her mouth with his, her lashes fluttering at the overwhelming warmth of him as he finally moved them. She let him guide her, his hold on her firm as they stepped across the foyer - she couldn’t help the small cry that slipped from her lips when her back hit the wall. The hand that had been wrapped in her hair pressed against the wall beside her head as he crowded over her, caging her against him as his forehead dropped to rest against hers. 

They both stood there, breathing heavily, as the dim light of the foyer curled around them - Rook could feel the tension in his muscles as he pushed her harder against the wall. The pressure of his body against hers made her toes curl as she tipped her head up to meet his next kiss with an enthusiasm that surprised them both. 

It was pure desperation as she let him set the pace, let him devour her as he groaned against her lips. Finally he pulled back, just barely, but enough for him see the bruised, swollen flesh of her lips and the flush across her cheeks that sank down below the high collar of her dress. Rook felt herself melt under his gaze and almost giggled when she heard him pant lightly as his lips brushed over hers. 

“You are such a good girl.”

Oh, those words. Never would she have dreamed that her body would react so strongly to  a phrase like that - from any other man it would have been condescending, manipulative, mocking. But as they spilled from his lips it had her shuddering against him, her fingers pulling at the fabric of his shirt again. 

“I would very much like to take you upstairs, my dear.” He pressed the words into her mouth as he licked at the softness of her lips. “The only suitable location for this is my bed.” 

A pleased expression flickered across his face when her mouth chased his after he pulled away to let her breath - he felt the flutter of her breath across his face as she looked up at him, eyes wide as she stood there, dazed. 

“I think I’d let you have me here on the floor.” 

Emmrich laughed, the sound vibrating where their chests were pressed together. The hand that propped him up on the wall moved, coming to rest against her ribs, the other mirroring as it moved up from the dip of her waist. “As evocative an image as that is, I’d rather have you spread across my sheets.”

His hands tightened around her ribs, fingers splayed as he lifted her - it was like she weighed nothing as she wrapped her thighs around his hips, her ankles locking together behind him. She couldn’t help but giggle again as he secured his hold on her, her arms looping around his neck as he spun them, striding across the foyer to the staircase that led to the upper floor. 

He held her with such ease, carrying her like one would something precious - she pressed closer, lips trailing along his cheek and over his jaw as they climbed. It was a short journey, his long legs making light work of the stairs as he carried her down the hallway and through an open door. 

She blinked, the warm light of the lamps in the room throwing a hazy glow over the large space - it smelt of him, like old books, incense and that floral note she still couldn’t quite place. 

Like everything else about him, the room felt expensive. One wall was lined by bookshelves and the bed that sat in the center was as imposing as its owner. The wood frame was dark and was dressed in sheets that looked like they cost more than everything in her meager little apartment. 

Her breathing was quicker now as she finally began to feel the weight of the situation she was in - she could feel them creeping at the edge of her vision as Emmrich crossed them room and lowered her gently atop the bed. 

He could see how tightly coiled she was as she fell back into the sheets, propping herself up on her elbows. He didn’t release his grip completely as he followed her down, instead his hands encouraged her back until she was sat in the center of the mattress, the impossibly soft sheets whispering beneath them.

Rook sighed as he followed, his weight pressing her down deeper into the bed as his face hovered over hers. For a moment he simply looked at her, his eye following the flush of her cheeks, past her lips where they hung open and down to the rise and fall of her chest. He let one hand trace up the delicate line of her arm before it settled against her jaw, tilting her face to his as he brushed his thumb over her lips. 

This time the kiss was slower. It was like he was searching for something hidden deep within her - his lips moved with purpose as they coaxed out every sigh and tiny shiver. She could feel his hands roaming over her body as they traced the curve of her waist and followed the arch of her back as she moved under him. 

Her chest heaved as she tried to pull him closer - tangling in the wrinkles of his shirt before her fingers drifted to the delicate gold buttons that held his vest closed. She tugged, just a little, and moaned when he sank deeper against her - he gave in it to her plea and let his body rest completely atop hers. He kissed her until they both lay there gasping, their mouths slick, breaths mingling before his lips trailed down the delicate line of her jaw, down the column of her throat where his teeth grazed the soft skin just enough to have her whimpering beneath him. 

Her eyes fluttered open, lips parted, when he pulled back - his weight shifting to his knees above her. She stared as his hands found the curve of her waist once more, grip firm, as they slowly guided her back towards the edge of the bed. She felt the warm pressure of his hands as they drifted to sit against the flesh of her thighs as he met her gaze. 

The warm glow of the lamps lit his eyes, catching at the tiny gold flecks as, brightening the green in them. 

“May I?” The question was a low murmur, a soft plea, as his fingers pulled at the fabric of her dress. Rook hummed at the restraint in his voice as he waited for her permission, the pressure of his hands against her skin firm. It was achingly tender, the way he still sought her consent with each next phase of this experience. She exhaled as she leant up to try and steal another kiss, a move that he met with a hint of smile. 

“Yes.” There, barely a whisper, but he heard it. 

A low, satisfied hum rumbled in his chest as his hands pressed into the skin of the thighs, squeezing slightly, before he began to slide the fabric up - he bent over her as his hands did their work, mouth following the path of newly revealed skin. She shuddered as his lips trailed his hands, wet kisses pressed into the soft flesh of her thigh, against the sharp crease of her hip bone, just below the curve of her breast where the skin lay hidden beneath the worn, but cared for, material of her bra. 

She let him guide her arms up as he pulled the dress over her shoulders, and shook her hair free once it had slipped over her head - she thought she heard him throw the dress, the fabric rustling where it landed somewhere deeper in the room already forgotten, but her gaze was focused on his as he stared down at her, his hands spread across the pale skin that covered her ribs, fingers dusting across the faint splatter of freckles that sat there. 

She shivered though she wasn’t cold. His gaze lit something in her blood as she lay there flushed - she felt as though she was being worshiped, as if she was something to be revered. 

“Such a vision,” he murmured, almost to himself. 

Rook felt her cheeks burn before he bent to press his lips back to her throat. He did not rush, moved slowly, as he kissed his way down the delicate column, her pulse throbbing under his mouth. “I could drown in you,” this, he whispered against her skin.

He continued to kiss way down the lines of her body as if he was tasting her, savouring every inch of skin with a patience that was maddening to her - the thin fabric of her underwear did little to hide her from his gaze as his lips grazed over the soft lace of her bra, a gentle kiss pressed into the swell of her breast. She felt her breath catch in her chest as he continued to chase her warmth and trembled when he placed a particularly wet kiss to the crease of her hipbone, just above the waistband of her panties.

Rook gasped, the sound soft with an edge of desperation, as her fingers twisted into the sheets beneath her. Emmrich felt the slight moment of hesitation and lifted his head to look at her but made no effort to move away. Instead her hands twitched and moved to tug at the fabric of his shirt, pulling lightly in silent request. 

He smirked, understanding what it was that she was asking for even if she was unable to voice it herself. He nodded when her gaze met his and slowly climbed back off the bed. 

She blinked up at him, as though confused by the sudden distance but sighed when she saw his hands move to the buttons of his vest. She watched, enthralled. 

Emmrich had not intended to make a show of it but the heat in her gaze thrilled him - he did not rush, each movement slow, precise, as he flicked each button undone with an ease that made Rook’s thighs press together. He peeled the vest off before his long hands folded it neatly, turning to set it atop the cabinet beside the bed. Then he moved to the buttons of his shirt. 

With each button that flicked open the long planes of his chest were revealed - she found she could not, or was unwilling, to look away. He was lean but strong, his body that of a man who took care of himself without vanity. There was a dusting of silver hair over his chest and her fingers twitched with the overwhelming need to run through it. 

So lost in the sight of him she almost missed the movements of his hands, the shirt folded and place atop the vest, when they settled against the slim belt that held his trousers snug around his sinfully narrow waist. She watched as he flicked the belt open with a soft click and followed it as it slid around his hips before it was coiled snugly in his hands. With the belt gone it took only a small wiggle of his hips and the trousers fell, pooling at his feet before he bent to retrieve them, folded them also to be placed on the cabinet. 

Rook couldn’t help the way her lips fell open at the sight of him, standing before her now in nothing but slim black boxers that were snug around his thighs and the jewellery still adorning his fingers and wrists. 

She swallowed. Hard. She could hear the way his bracelets jingled against his skin as he moved and could see the way his rings, all gold, caught the warm light of the lamps. It suited him, she realised, somehow made him look even more impossibly regal. She knew she was staring but found she couldn’t care. 

It was the motion of him moving to remove one of the rings that snapped her out of the haze. 

“Wait.” Even to her ears she sounded breathless.

He paused, an elegant brow raised in question. 

“Leave them on.”

A slow smirk curled at his lips as he watched her nod as she spoke. He saw the way her throat bobbed - heard the not so quiet inhale as her eyes roamed over his skin. He could see that she liked it, her eyes wide as took everything in. 

Rook wasn’t sure why she liked it so much but the way he stood there, adorned in gold - oh, it made something in her stomach flip in a way she didn’t think she could explain. 

She was thoroughly overwhelmed as he stepped back towards the bed and was unable to stop herself. “You’re beautiful,” the words slipped from her lips before she could think any better of it. 

He laughed, his head shaking slightly, as he closed the distance between them, bending to take her chin back between his fingers as he tilted her face up to meet his. 

“Oh, my dear,” his voice was low, heavy in a way that she felt it curl around her body. “You are the true beauty here.” His thumb brushed against her lower lip as he let his eyes rake over her as she lay before him, all flushed skin and uneven breaths. 

“Sprawled across my bed like this.”

Her skin burned at his words, her fingers reaching to curl around around his wrist.

“You have no idea of the affect you have on me. Of the things I wish to do to you.”

Her breath hitched. 

“Kiss me.”

His answer was almost low enough to be a growl, approving, as he moved - he pushed her back into the center of the bed as he climbed over her, his mouth sealing back over hers with a hunger that startled her. It was different this time. She could feel the restraint he had been holding onto start to fray as his tongue slid against her, no longer teasing, as he kissed her, wet and slow. 

It was like he was drinking from her again as he coaxed her little whimpers into his mouth - her hands scrabbling over the muscles of his shoulders as she pulled him closer. 

She heard him groan against her as he pushed her deeper into the bed still and her body shivered beneath him in response. His hands moved with a soft but sure reverence - fingers spreading wide across the skin above her ribs before they brushed against the band of her bra. He let one finger curl under the edge of the worn lace and tugged lightly - he felt her gasp against his lips when he repeated the motion. Lifting his head he sought her gaze, brow lifted in question as she stared back, breathless and wide-eyed. He didn’t move again until she nodded. 

He slid one arm underneath her, lifting her upper back up from the bed just enough for the other to reach around for the clasp - with deft fingers he flicked it open, still holding her against him. 

Rook felt her lashes flutter against her cheeks as the straps of her bra slid from her shoulders - she could feel the waft of cool air dance across her skin and shivered when a wave of goosebumps followed the soft brush of his fingers. She heard the sound of her bra hitting the ground somewhere deeper in the room, no doubt joining her dress. 

She didn’t open her eyes as he lowered her back down atop the soft sheets, hands already roaming over the newly bared skin but she startled when she felt his lips brush over her collarbone, warm and wet, before they moved to the swell of her breast. 

“Oh.”

His tongue was warm as lathed a path over the soft flesh, hands once more tracing the ridges of her ribs before they moved up to cup her. She felt the gentle squeeze as his fingers pressed into her, taking up the weight of her breasts, her back arching away from the bed as she tried to press herself deeper into his hands. 

“Oh.”

She couldn’t hide the tremor that ran through when he took a nipple into his mouth, lips sealing around it tightly as she let her hands move from his shoulders and up into his hair, fingers tangling, disheveling it, as he let his tongue smooth across the pebbled skin. 

The sound of his mouth releasing her was almost obscene, a wet pop that filled the air loudly - her skin hot against the cool breath that he blew over it, as if to soothe her. It was intoxicating and she almost cried out when he moved his attentions to the other. 

“You’re trembling,” he muttered into the aching flesh, lips parting slightly as he sucked in a breath.

“I-“ She swallowed, words lost to her as she arched again, his tongue once more lathing away at her. 

He hummed against her. “Is it nerves?”

He felt her body move when she shook her head. He glanced up and caught the flick of her tongue as it came out to moisten her lips - the flesh pink even in the dim light of the room. 

“Anticipation.”

He saw the tiny nod as her head fell back against the sheets, neck bending sharply as if to mirror her spine. He chuckled, shifting above her so that he could brush his lips against the shell of her ear, feeling it twitch beneath the warmth of his breath. “Good.”

“The thought of doing this has haunted me all evening. From the moment you challenged me at the bar.” The words swam across her skin as he moved down her body. “I have thought of nothing else.”

Rook felt her breath hitch as her fingers tightened their grip on his scalp. “I didn’t think you had really noticed me.” Her words were jumbled, her thoughts muddied by his continued ministrations - she felt herself pull on his hair slightly and forced her eyes to open as she took in the sight of him, his cheeks as flushed as her skin, a few lone strands of his silver streaked hair hanging loose over his forehead. 

“Of course I noticed you. I noticed everything about you,” he smirked when she shuddered again. “And now, I don’t seem to have the strength to stop.”

His mouth was once more against her skin, following a path only he seemed to know as he licked at the plane of her stomach before following the line back down to the crease of her hip. He pressed his nose into the soft skin there, breathing in the scent of her as she moaned - she smelt of the dusky perfume Bellara had doused her in when they had been dressing for the conference, something heady and warm that lingered on her skin. 

She barely noticed the shift in his movements as her gaze drifted to ceiling, not until she felt his fingers brush over the fabric of her panties. Her eyes widened at the huff of breath that danced over her skin and she felt the slight tug on the band as a finger curled under it - she lifted her head, meeting his gaze, choking slightly when she saw him watching her, his chin resting against the bone of her hip as he continued to pull lightly. 

He was waiting for her again. 

Loosening her hold on his hair she let her fingers slip free, hands moving until they rested limply against his shoulders. She could see the hunger in his gaze as he waited, watched, though he did nothing more than let his finger run gently over the skin hidden beneath the soft lace. Her breathe stuttered in her chest with a particularly soft swipe - she licked her lips again, as if the small act would help her ground herself. 

She nodded. 

His hands moved slowly though he did not move his chin from where it sat perched on her hip - he let his fingers slide under the fabric, easing it down over the curve of her hips. He felt her tremble under his hands as they moved down her thighs, pulling the panties past her knees until he could slip them over her ankles. He sat up then, moving himself so that he was between her legs, the warmth of her thighs pressed against him as she squirmed under his gaze. 

He brought the panties up to his face, lifting the lace until it was pressed against his nose - the scent of her surrounded him and he inhaled deeply. 

“Oh.”

The little noise forced his eyes open, he hadn’t realised he had shut them - he felt her shift against him as his heavy gaze met her wide one. He watched as she shivered, her hands moving across his sheets as if she didn’t know what to do with them as she watched him. She had liked that, he realised. 

He breathed in her scent again before he leant back to drop the tangled fabric on top of his clothing - something for him to come back to later. As he settled himself back between her legs he let his eyes drift over her - splayed across his sheets, spread out beneath him with her freckled, flushed skin. She truly was exquisite. 

“You are…” He exhaled softly, head tipping to the side slightly. “Devastatingly beautiful.”

Emmrich watched as she bit at her lower lip, pulling the swollen flesh between her teeth - that tiny act did something to him. It made something curl deep in his stomach as he bent over her, his hands coming to rest either side of her head as he brushed his nose against hers - he felt the little breathy exhale that escaped when she released her lip and her shiver when he took the abused flesh between his lips, soothing it with his tongue. 

“Let me show you just how beautiful you are.”

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Rook could feel the heat of the flush that spread across her cheeks as Emmrich loomed over her, close enough that she could see the fine wrinkles that sat at the corners of his eyes and more of the silver that streaked through his hair where it hung, loosened by her hands. 

His gaze held hers, something in it refusing to let her look away as her hands reached up, fingers curling around his wrists as they tangled amongst the bracelets that hung there. She tried to breathe though it caught in her chest when he brushed his nose against hers again. “Show me,” she finally spoke, her voice barely a whisper. 

She watched as his lips curled, giving him an almost sinful appearance, before his mouth claimed hers - she could still taste the remnants of wine on his tongue as it licked into her mouth and she hummed against him. 

When he moved their hands she let him guide her, his fingers lacing through hers as he pulled her arms up and over her head - she felt the pull in her muscles as he stretched her out before he wrapped one hand around both her wrists, his grip firm. The other hand wandered slowly down her arm, fingers tracing patterns into the skin that made her shiver as it meandered across her shoulder, down past her collarbone and back to her breasts. 

“Has anyone ever touched you like this?”

His question was soft although edged in something that felt possessive - his gaze was still fixed on hers as he let his fingers drag across the pebbled skin, well-manicured nails catching lightly as she arched her back into his touch. 

“I think- think a past boyfriend…” she gasped when he let his thumb brush over a nipple. “Might have- have tried to cop a feel once…” 

Though he had no right, Emmrich rankled at the thought someone having had their hands on the young woman beneath him. Her every heaving breath, every small shiver fed something in his soul - he had only known this delightful creature for a few hours but the need to possess everything about her filled him until it was all he could think of. 

He let his thumb brush over the nipple again, mouth pressed against hers as he swallowed the moan that slipped from her lips. “And did he succeed? This boyfriend of yours.” 

Rook was finding it difficult to focus on his words, even as he spoke them into her skin, his mouth wandering across the line of her jaw. She could hear the edge in his voice and something about it thrilled her.

“Did he touch you here?”

She moaned again when he took her breast fully into his hand, fingers pressing into the soft skin as he squeezed gently. It was the perfect size, he thought, as he watched her eyes close - just big enough that he could cradle the weight in his hand as he pulled lightly. He watched as her neck arched again at the pressure before he repeated the motion on its partner. 

“Did he touch you here?”

His hand moved down along her chest, past her ribcage until it reached her waist - she was tiny enough that he was sure he could wrap both hands around her if he choose to. He pressed his fingers into the skin, feeling the ripple of muscle beneath - his grip softened though when she exhaled loudly, brushing gently over the darkened skin that he was sure would bruise in the morning. 

“What about here?”

Emmrich released his hold on her wrists, pleased when she made no effort to move them - he shifted back onto his knees so that he could move down her body properly until both hands rested against the outsides of her thighs. There he repeated the same action, his hands wrapping around the warm skin as he gripped her tightly - he watched the skin flush under his fingers as he held her, entranced by it. 

“No.” She surprised them both by responding. He glanced up, arms still above her head as her hands twisted in the sheets - she had let her head tip to one side as she breathed heavily, her chest rising and falling with each exhale. 

He nodded, pleased though he had not expected an answer. He watched as her eyes followed the path of his hands as they softened against her thighs, fingers skimming over her skin as they edged higher - he felt her body twitch, though it was not deliberate he was sure, as he danced over the protruding hip bones to reach the softness of her belly.

“Here?”

She shook her head. 

Emmrich saw the heat in her eyes, watched as they narrowed when he palmed at her thighs once more - only this time to spread them slightly. He saw the flush over her cheeks darken as he moved closer to his goal. 

He leant over her, one hand still holding her thigh spread as the other reached for her face - he let it brush over her cheek before his fingers threaded through the hair that lay messily across the sheets so that he could cradle her head. Leaning closer he let his mouth brush against hers, barely a press of his lips as the hand on her leg drifted higher - he smiled against her when he felt the sensitive skin on the inside of her thigh flutter under his fingers, still moving slowly, slow enough to draw a whine from her as she tried to steal a kiss. 

“And here?”

He swallowed the moan that escaped her, mouth sealing over hers, when his fingers finally reached the heat radiating from between her thighs. He felt her legs flex around him as if to squeeze shut but he spread his knees apart slightly so that he could hold her open as his fingers moved. 

“Did he try to touch you here?” The words were almost growled into her mouth as he sought to steal the very breath from her lungs when she shuddered against him. “Did you let him try?”

She couldn’t speak. The feel of his long fingers as they moved over the sensitive flesh was shattering, her hips lifting to meet him - he let his fingers trail through the small patch of curls that covered her, already slick, as he reached the warmth hidden beneath. 

“Did you want him to try?”

His voice filled her ears, every sense swimming in him as she shuddered beneath his touch. It was like everything she had ever imagined it would and somehow more. Like every light novel she had spent nights giggling over with Bellara after too many glasses of wine. He stroked lightly, though insistently, against her as he coaxed yet more moans from her - she felt like he was trying to ring her dry. 

“Do you like it when I touch you here?” Emmrich could feel the warmth of her on his skin as he stoked something within her, could feel the tension in her muscles as she moved as though seeking something more. 

“Yes.” It was barely a hiss. The word slid through her teeth when she clenched her jaw at the feeling of a finger brushing over her entrance - she thought she might break when he pressed in, just enough pressure for her back to arch off the sheets as he continued to kiss her. 

“You are so beautiful.”

She wasn’t sure he was saying the words to her or himself - she couldn’t find the energy to care as he let his finger sink deeper, the long digit pushing into her with an ease that shook her. She felt like an instrument under his hand as he continued to play her, finger pulling out slowly before he sunk it back in until his knuckles brushed against her lips. 

“Ahhhh.”

Emmrich tightened his grip in her hair, not quite pulling, but adding enough pressure that she was forced to bend her neck - he pulled his mouth away so that he could watch her as he repeated the motion. He saw the chords of her neck tighten when he pushed in deeper, hand twisting so that she had something to push against when her hips lifted again - he watched her pull her lip between her teeth, sinking into the tender flesh as her breath caught in her chest. 

“Breathe,” he whispered, mouth hovering over the flushed skin of her ear. She twitched when he took the tip of her ear between his teeth and felt her lungs tighten, the need for oxygen strong as he continued to stoke the fire sitting low in her belly. “Breathe,” this whisper was accompanied by the swipe of his tongue as he soothed the flesh of her ear before moving to do the same to her lip when she finally exhaled. 

“Emmrich.” His name spilled from her lips like a prayer and he pressed a heavy kiss into her mouth as thanks - she continued to writhe underneath him as he let his finger move in and out of her in slow, teasing motion.

“Say it again.”

She nearly wailed when he pushed in a second finger, her walls stretching around him as he filled her - his fingers were long and he reached deep within as she felt the muscles in her hips flex. 

“Emmrich.”

It was his turn to moan as she whispered his name. He could feel the pull of her muscles, clenching around his fingers and it was almost his undoing. “Oh, my darling.”

He could feel it coming, her body tensing under his as he moved his fingers out slowly, nails dragging on her walls before pushing back in as far he could reach. 

“You are such a good girl.”

She burned around him. Her walls clenched and he felt the muscles in her legs tighten as she squeezed them against him - his mouth covered hers as she cried out, swallowing the sound as though to quench his thirst. He did not let go of his grip on her hair as continued to whimper into his mouth - he held her tight, neck still arched as she shuddered through the release, only loosening when he felt her body sag back into the sheets. 

“So good.”

He pressed soft kisses against her lips as his fingers slipped free - she moaned at the feel of him leaving and he inhaled this noise as well. He let his fingers pet the flesh of her thighs as if to soothe her as she slowly remembered how to breath, the slick wet against her skin though she paid it no mind. 

Rook felt like she was floating, her body buoyant and weightless as the sounds of the room began to filter back into her ears. She had to fight to open her eyes, her lids heavy as she met Emmrich’s hungry gaze - she felt the stroke of his fingers against her scalp as he let her come back to him and tipped her head so that she could press her mouth against his palm. 

“Sable.”

The sound of her birth name sounded strange as she let her eyes close again, content to breathe in his scent as she pressed a soft kiss to his palm. 

“Are you in any discomfort?” The question was asked with such care that she couldn’t help but to look at him. 

She shook her head, a small smile curling around her lips. “That was…” There were no words that felt adequate enough to describe how she felt right now - nothing felt appropriate for what had just happened, so instead she just lifted her head, as much as she could and pressed her mouth against his instead. 

Emmrich let her kiss him, content for a moment, to let her chase her own comfort as she came down from her high. It did not take long for her breathing to settle into something that resembled normalcy and he watched as the blue returned to her eyes. 

“How many times can I tell you your beautiful?” She laughed against his mouth, his words charming and warming at the same time. 

“I’ll let you say it as much as you like if you can make me feel like that again.” His gaze darkened at her words, the hunger that he had been holding at bay seeping out as he chased after the warmth of her mouth when she pulled her head away. He kissed her hungrily, his lips slick as they moved against her as her hands finally let go of the sheets to reach for his hair again. 

“You say such things, my dear,” he practically purred into her mouth. “You make me want to do such things.”

Rook was still buzzing from the orgasm he had pulled from her, her own mouth wet as she mimicked the motions of his tongue - she felt him purr again when she tugged on his hair. 

“I think I would like you to do some more of those things.”

“As you wish.”

She gasped when his hands moved to grip at her hips, however this was so that he could shift her higher up the bed - he moved her body easily, her limbs pliant as he reached for one of the large pillows and arranged it under her head. 

She reached for him, hands outstretched when he shifted back, resting on his knees, hands warm against her thighs before he let go of her to reach for the band of his boxers. She watched as he pulled the material down over his hips, the movement not quiet as precise as when he had undressed earlier. His hands shook a little but did not falter as he shifted his knees, kicking the boxers away so that they fell off the bed. 

Oh. 

Her eyes widened at the sight of the rest of him. Though her knowledge of the male physique lay mostly in what mattered for her work, the sight of him was thrilling. She let her eyes move over the unmarked skin of his thighs, muscled but not bulky, up to where they met his hips. 

She could feel his gaze on her as she eyes finally shifted to the thing she had avoided at first. 

He was… large. 

She was not a complete novice - she had read the same light novels as Bellara, both finding humor in the amorous descriptions given by the authors. She had also watched some porn when she could work up the nerve to turn the lights off in her tiny bedroom and settled beneath her covers - but to see one in person, so close. That was different. 

She had suspected he would be big. He was tall, so tall, after all - she thinks she would have been disappointed if he hadn’t been but nothing she had read or seen could have truly prepared her for this moment. 

He was long, long enough that for a moment she doubted whether he would fit but something inside her throbbed when she watched him take himself in hand - her eyes widened at this sight of his fingers wrapping around the surprisingly smooth flesh, pumping once, then twice before he moved. 

Her legs parted to let him settle between them, moving as if by instinct. Her hands wavered, unsure of where to rest before he reached for them - she let him loop her arms over his shoulders, fingers curling in his hair as he settled over her. Her breath hitched when she felt his knees push against her thighs, spreading them further than he had done earlier - for just a moment she felt exposed and something must have flashed in her eyes. 

Emmrich reached for her, cupping her jaw gently as he pressed a soft kiss to her mouth. “You need only say so, my dear,” he pressed another kiss to her lips, “and we can stop right now. This does not need to go any further.” 

Again with the comforting search for consent. 

“No.” He raised a brow at the exhale, eyes searching hers for any remaining uncertainty. “I want this. I promise.”

This time his kiss was somehow even softer. He lowered himself against her, the warmth of her skin soothing the ache that had settled in his muscles - he moaned against her lips as she shuddered, just a little, when she felt the weight of… him, settle against the inside of her thigh. It was warm, heavy, where it laid against her and for a second she thought she could feel it throb. 

She sighed when he lowered a hand to wrap around one thigh, lifting the limb higher so that she could hook it over his hip - the other reached for one of the hands curled into his hair. Like earlier he laced his fingers through hers and stretched her arm over her head until it rested against the pillow. 

“I cannot have children. I had that rectified many years ago - I want you to know that that is not a risk.” Rook met his gaze as he spoke, a warmth curling inside her as he once again tried to make her safe, make sure she understood what was happening. “However, I have no concerns about wearing protection if that would make this more comfortable for you.”

She laughed a little, feeling herself blush, as if her skin wasn’t still flushed. She shook her head when his head tilted. “I’m on the pill - it helps with my periods.” A flicker of understanding passed across his face. “Unless you make it a habit of seducing strange women at conferences and I should have other things to be worried about.”

He cringed slightly at her teasing, her tone light as she watched his eyes close for a second. “There has not- not been anyone. For sometime.” He made sure to meet her gaze this time, wanting to make sure she understood despite the small embarrassment of the admission. 

“Ok.”

Emmrich kissed her once more, enjoying the hum she gave as he licked into her mouth before he broke away. He lifted himself up a little, reluctant to move too far away from her warmth. He looked down, listening to her breathing pick up as his free hand reached down between her legs - he felt, more than heard, her sigh as he slipped one long finger back into her. Her walls tightened around him immediately as she let her head fall back against the pillow, turning to press her face into their clasped hands as he worked her open slowly. 

He pushed in a second finger and shifted his knees again, pushing the leg that was not thrown over his hip, wider apart as the sounds of his fingers entering and leaving her filled the air. 

“Aren’t you going to-“

He chuckled lightly as the hoarse question though he did not stop. “As you may have noticed, my dear,” he pressed his fingers up, hitting a spot that drew a delightful gasp from her lips. “I’m rather well endowed - it is important that I make sure you are comfortable, and able to take me. I would not like to cause you any unnecessary discomfort.”

At the press of a third finger she felt stretched - her back arching as she moaned against his fingers where they lay clasped around hers. Her mind was trying to tell her that this shouldn’t have felt this good - to be stretched in such a way that it shouldn’t have been possible.

They stayed like that for a little while - the only sounds that of their breathing and the obscene slick of his fingers working deeper into her. She whimpered a little when he finally pulled his fingers free but quieted when she glanced down to see his hand wrapped himself, using her wetness to coat the still daunting length. 

“Breathe.”

She could not look away as he finally lowered himself to her entrance - muscles flexing when she felt his tip press against her. She wanted to close her eyes but something told her to watch as he began to push in - he was slow, careful as he eased himself inside her, pausing to let her adjust to his length, the girth stretching her walls in a way his fingers could have never. 

Her stomach flipped when he slid in another inch and she hadn’t realised she was holding her breath until he had taken her chin in hand, lifting her face to look at him. 

“Breathe. Slowly. Deeply.” His voice was like honey, dripping from his lips as he leant forward to kiss her. His shift in position meant he had pushed in deeper, not quite all the way but enough to force a gasp from her lips as he paused again. 

“I need…” Her voice cracked, when he released her mouth to take a breath. “I need…”

“Tell me what you need, my dear.”

She let her head fall back again, eyes closing as she felt him tremble against her. Her fingers tightened in his hair and he shuddered. 

“I need… more.”

His answer was a wet gasp as he followed her, tongue wet against her lips as he sought entry - his hips moved with him and suddenly she felt him sink the rest of the way in. He was heavy inside her, stretching her in a way that made her feel completely filled - he stilled, letting her adjust to the sensation as he breathed with her. 

“I’m going to move now.”

It wasn’t a question. She wouldn’t have been able to answer even if she had wanted to as she felt him pull his hips back, leaving just the tip sat inside her. The friction was terrible, just for a moment, a slight burn that made her wince though he continued to kiss her through it - as if trying to ease the discomfort. 

Then he moved again. This time the burn lessened, still present but no longer painful as he filled her slowly before repeating the motion. She felt his fingers tighten around hers as the sound of his panting filled her ears - with her eyes still closed she chased his mouth, wanting him to kiss her more as he withdrew before filling her again. 

The discomfort slowly shifted into something deeper, the feeling similar to the pressure she had felt when he had pulled that first orgasm from her. She could feel it coiling deep inside as he sunk into her again and again. 

“Emmrich.”

She cried out when he pushed in deeper than before, his hips flush against the back of her thighs - her back arched, her hips lifting from the sheets as she tried to adjust to the feel of him. She barely recognised the sound of her own voice as her moans grew louder, as if battling to be heard over the slap of skin every time he moved. 

“The feel of you around me.” She heard the break in his voice as he let his head fall to her neck, lips grazing over the skin of her throat. “The way you take all of me in, Sable.”

She almost jumped when he pushed back in with a little more force, her back sliding against the rumpled sheets - it didn’t hurt, not like the it had at the beginning. If anything, it felt good - she liked the way his breathing changed as he slowly began to move faster, pumping in and out of her as if he was trying to push the air from her lungs. 

It did not take long for the pressure to build, every inch of her felt like it could burst into flames as he sank into her up to the hilt - she could feel it in him as well. The way that his thighs shook against her legs and the squeeze of his fingers as his hips began to stutter. 

It did not take much more for her to realise that he was going to finish soon, his breathing erratic as he moaned against her throat and in that moment she wanted nothing more - but she wasn’t quite there yet as she squirmed, trying to chase the friction her body screamed that she needed. Emmrich seemed to sense the desperation in her movements - his knee hooking under hers as he spread her wider and hitched the leg on his hip somehow higher. 

The shift in her hips meant he could sink in deeper, not that she had thought that was possible and she felt him growl. Her head tipped back when he thrust against her, harder - her lips parted as she moaned, louder than before as she finally felt herself tip over the edge. He stilled for a moment, mouth still pressed against her throat as she shuddered, mind spiraling as he gave her a moment of reprieve - she let the waves roll across her body before she felt him move again. 

Her body hummed as he coaxed her through the orgasm, finally lifting his mouth back to hers as she whimpered softly though he did not stop - Rook pulled on his hair as she licked into his mouth, her turn to swallow his gasps as his hips pressed back into her again, once then twice before he sank as deep as he could. 

Her chest hitched when he throbbed inside of her, her walls squeezing him as she rode out the last waves of her own orgasm - then she felt it. His release was hot inside of her, filling her as his forehead dropped to rest against hers.

“Say it.” She spoke first, her heel digging into his lower back when she felt him start to withdraw. “I want you to say it.”

Emmrich opened his eyes, meeting her gaze as she stared up at him - feeling the way she held him, not wanting him to pull out just yet. “Say it.” It was almost a plea as he lent down to kiss her - it was messy, both gasping when they broke apart, a strand of saliva slick between their lips as he let himself thrust into her just once more. 

“Such a good girl.”

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She was warm. 

That was the first thought that surfaced as Rook stirred lightly. She was curled up into sheets that soft against her skin as she sighed into the comforting warmth. 

She also ached. 

Every inch of her body ached in a way that made her want to moan as she tried to burrow deeper into the sheets - the muscles of her thighs trembled, sore though there was no pain. Slowly memories of the night before began to reassemble themselves, flashes of heavy hands pressed into her skin, wet kisses and a fullness that left her breathless. 

They were like echoes as her lashes fluttered against her cheeks, lids opening enough for her to squint at the dark of the room - she remembered how he had switched the lamps off after he had climbed from the bed. She could still picture him, naked and proud as he disappeared out the door, returning a few moments later with a damp cloth in hand - she could still feel the gentle press of his hands as he had cleaned her body as she lay limp against his sheets, wiping away the slick that coated her thighs. 

The memory drew a soft gasp from her as her thoughts shifted to how he had moved her plaint form beneath his sheets, tucking her in as she curled onto her side, exhausted and utterly spent. The bed had shifted as he climbed in after her, only the slightest hint of hesitation in his movements before he had molded himself against her. 

It was that particular memory that pushed her further into consciousness. His warmth was still pressed against her back as she twisted her neck enough to take in the sight of him. 

Emmrich lay behind her, wrapped her around her in a way that left absolutely no space - his chest was flush to her back as one arm lay heavily over her waist, his hand had moved up her body as he had tucked her into him the night before - it was now high on her chest, finger pressed against the soft skin of her breast. There was no pressure, no squeeze - just the comfort of his fingers against her as he had held the weight in his palm.

She could feel the warmth of his breath, deep and steady exhales, as it ghosted over the back of her neck where he had pressed his face, stirring the loose strands that hung there. The weight of a long leg draped over her hip acted like an anchor, holding her body against his as he continued to sleep. 

Rook exhaled, the sound loud in the quiet hush of the room. It was all so intimate. It felt… dangerous, as she laid there, cradled against him. 

For a split second she though about trying to slip from his hold, of climbing lightly from the bed and gathering the crumpled folds of her clothes before she snuck away - she thought that maybe she should leave before he woke, leave before it became awkward and she would be forced to see regret settle across his elegant features. 

She shifted, moving softly as she tested the weight of his hold then stilled when his arm tightened around her - she felt the flex of his fingers against her skin as he let out a low, breathy sound. She let herself be pulled back into him, feel him exhale again as his lips brushing against her neck - his body settling once she was cradled back in his warmth. 

 His hold felt possessive as she let his warmth sink back into her skin - not in a way that scared her though. It felt… almost like comfort. 

She should leave. A tiny, terrified part of her whispered that she should slip out of his arms and flee whilst she still had a chance of avoiding whatever inevitable embarrassment waited for her. 

But truthfully. She didn’t want to.

Instead she let herself melt into his embrace, lashes fluttering as she listened to the slow, steady rhythm of his breathing - she felt sleep tug at her once more and with a soft sigh she closed her eyes and let it take her.

By the time Emmrich found himself waking the world outside his bedroom had shifted. He could see the first traces of dawn as they crept around the edges of the curtains that hid the room from the outside. 

The warmth of sleep clung to his body as his eyes blinked against the glare of one particularly bold bean of light that arched across the bed - but it was the weight of a body pressed against his, her body, that edged him further into wakefulness. 

She had twisted in her sleep, pressed herself flush against his chest - burrowed into him like she was chasing his warmth. He felt the soft flutter of her breath as it is stirred over his chest where her hands laid curled. One of her legs had tangled with his and she now had a thigh hooked over his hip like she had tried mirror his own earlier hold on her. 

He let himself rest under her weight as a familiar but satisfying ache settled deep into the muscles of his hips, his thighs - he had indulged himself thoroughly, he thought, as he tried to ignore the soreness that hid beneath the ache. He huffed lightly when his left hip twinged, almost vengefully, but it was worth it when he remembered how she had surrendered under him. 

She shivered slightly, shuffling somehow even closer, and his thoughts were brought back to the present. 

She was still here. 

A small part of him had truly expected her to have slipped away in the night and a weight lifted from his chest with the knowledge that she had chosen to stay. Seek him out in his sleep rather than fleeing from his arms. 

His hand smoothed over the delicate curve of her back, fingers trailing down along the ridges of her spine before he reached the warmth of the thigh flung over his hip. She didn’t stir as he traced shapes into her skin, only shifting deeper into him as her mouth parted, a small sigh escaping her lips. The sound settled in his bones as he hummed with a startling possessiveness - he wished that he could stay here like this for the rest of his days. 

But morning had arrived. And with it the familiar pull of his routine. 

Reluctantly he shifted slowly, hands soft as he untangled their limbs. He moved her with deliberate care as he reached for the sheets that had shifted, tucking them tightly around her as she settled into the warmth he left behind. He watched as she unknowingly sought his presence - her face burying into his pillow as her lips parted again, her features heavy with sleep. 

Emmrich hesitated, his gaze tracing her form before he leaned over her, his lips pressing the softest of kisses to hers. She didn’t wake, though a faint murmur could be heard as she muttered something incoherent into his pillow. 

He rose then, stepping away from the bed on silent feet as he moved across the room. His body moved on instinct alone as he gathered the items need before he made his way out into the hallway and across the bathroom opposite. 

His morning rituals were familiar. Comforting. It steadied him as he brushed his teeth and wiped away the remnants of sleep from his lined eyes. It followed him as he stepped beneath the pounding spray of the shower, the heat of the water chasing away the chill of his short journey across the hall. 

As his hands moved across his chest, he traced the marks she had left on him though he had not noticed them, lost as he had been in her. The almost scalding water made him hiss when he brushed over a particularly deep scratch, the small flash of pain grounding as he continued to wash away the residue of her that he missed before they had fallen asleep.

He moaned, the sound low, when his thoughts shifted to the way she had moved beneath his, to the soft whimpers he had eagerly swallowed as he had moved deep within her. He felt himself grow hard at the memory of her thighs spread around his hips, her skin flushed as she had shuddered and writhed as he sank into her heat. 

He let his head rest against the damp tiles of the shower wall as his eyes closed - he shivered when he took himself in hand, fingers wrapping around his girth before he started to pump. She was all he could think of as his fist slid over the sensitive skin - thought only of the squeeze of her walls around him and of how the heat of the water was nothing compared to hers.

His hips stuttered as her name fell from his lips. He pumped, faster this time, as he sought to bring himself closer to release - he pictured the swell of her breasts, the curve of her hips and the smattering of curls between her thighs. 

He came with a growl, his hand sticky with it as he pushed his face harder into the wall - he felt the tremble in his hips, the shake in his legs and groaned, suddenly glad for the noise of the shower. Once he was sure he could step away from the wall without stumbling he moved back under the water, letting it wash away the mess he had made. 

It did not take long for him to finish washing, never one to waste time idly. As he stepped out onto the warmed tiles of the floor, steam curling in ribbons around him, he reached for the towel he had folded onto the counter and ran it through his hair though he made no attempt to dry it fully. He had no audience to impress here, aside from the woman still asleep in his bed, and he didn’t believe she would have any complaints. 

Forgoing the simple cotton top he had brought with him Emmrich choose to just slide on the soft lounge pants that paired them, the material sitting snug around his hips as he stepped back out into the hallway. 

With quiet steps he made his way downstairs, feet carrying him into the large, open kitchen that took up a large portion of the lower floor and began the next part of his morning rituals. He had always enjoyed the act of brewing tea - proper tea, rich and aromatic stepped in just the right way. Despite his attempts at moving with the times, as his young researchers would say, the idea of using instant packets and sachets had never felt right; so no, he let himself enjoy the time it took to prepare his tea. 

He poured himself a cup, lifting it so that he could take a breath - once satisfied he poured a second, just in case he told himself and carried both back upstairs. He could feel the warmth of the tea as it seeped through the porcelain into his fingers. 

Rook hadn’t moved, still nestled into his sheets as her silver hair spilled out behind her - he saw the slight flutter of her lashes even from across the room and watched as she buried her face a little deeper into his pillow. He moved quietly across the room and placed the two mugs onto his bedside table before he carefully climbed back up onto the bed - she still didn’t stir as he sat himself against the headboard, long legs arranged out in front of him as he crossed them at the angle. 

With a practiced ease he retrieved a pair of gold thin-framed reading glasses from beside the mugs and perched them on the bridge of his nose - he then took up the book he had taken to read recently, a hefty volume on botany written by a rival professor. Settling back he let the pages read to him, a finger tracing along passages that caught his attention - as he read his spare hand would reach for the nearest mug and bring it up to his mouth to sip it. He was quite content, the bedroom still warm and the hour still early as he flipped through page after page - tea now cooling beside him. 

He hadn’t realised he was frowning until he forced himself to re-read the same paragraph for the third time, muttering under his breath.

“That is an absurd oversimplification,” he huffed, turning the page with mild irritation. “To assume the plant merely thrives on decay without considering its interaction with fungal symbiosis is—

A quiet sigh drew his attention from the idiocy written on the page he currently held open. 

Rook, still curled beneath the sheets, stirred. He glanced down, a brow raised in surprise to find her blinking slowly, her soft blue gaze looking up at him from beneath her lashes. It took him a moment to realise it was his muttering that had disturbed her and he quickly dropped the book back onto the bedside table. 

She stretched lazily, her arms reaching overhead as her fingers curled, the sheets slipping to reveal her the bare skin of her shoulder. Her lips curled softly as she settled back into the bed. “You look cute with your glasses on,” her voice was still heavy with sleep as she shuffled closer to his warmth. 

Emmrich felt himself flush and blinked. “I-“ He cleared his throat as he turned slightly to face her. “They are practical.”

She hummed, hands slipping under her cheek as she watched the blush spread from his cheeks down the long column of his throat. “Mhm. Still cute though.”

He laughed softly as he shook his head, one hand reaching up to remove the glasses before he set them aside atop the book. Shuffling down the bed slightly he leant over her, closing the distance between them as he reached a hand out and brushed it gently over her cheek. “How are you feeling?”

Rook knew what he was doing, much like he had done the night before when he had constantly checked for her consent, and the tenderness in his tone left her flustered - it wasn’t just concern; but care as well. 

“I’m- I’m fine,” she murmured. “I’m fine. Sore, but… but in a good way, I think.”

She watched as his lips twitched, a faint amused smile flickering across his face before he spoke. “That is good then.”

The room was quiet for a moment before Rook, still battling with the last flashes of sleep, tilted her head up to look at him properly. “Were you really arguing with that book?”

He didn’t try to hide the smirk this time as he glanced briefly at the book. “Frankly, my dear. The author is an idiot.”

“Oh?” Rook prompted. 

Emmrich couldn’t help the enthusiasm that filled his voice as he spoke. His hands flew about as he detailed the flaws in the author’s methodology, the inane assumptions and the lack of critical understanding of their research. He had moved onto the importance of symbiotic ecosystems when he caught himself.

Emmrich hesitated when he realised he had gotten carried away. Again.

His enthusiasm had cost him before. His mind moved faster than others cared normally to follow, and it had ended more than one relationship.

“I-” He exhaled sharply, reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose. “I was rambling, wasn’t I?”

Rook only smiled. “A little.”

A beat of silence stretched between them before she reached out, fingers gently tracing a slow line across the back of his hand. “I liked it,” she admitted quietly, turning her face into the pillow as she spoke. “I like listening to you talk.”

He felt something in his chest tighten at her words. He covered her hand with his, squeezing gently before he leant and turned her face back towards his so that he could kiss her, slow and soft, moving carefully as he settled against her sleep-heavy limbs.

“Could I make you breakfast?” he murmured against her lips.

She hummed, pleased, and he smiled.

He climbed off the bed and moved toward the wardrobe, shuffling hangers before he pulled out a robe. “For you,” he said, offering it as he glanced at her bare shoulders. “It might be… large.”

Rook couldn’t help the small smile that settled across her lips as she watched him move about with a casual practicality, gathering up her dress and bra. “The bathroom is only across the hall. Feel free to shower if you wish - I’ll put these in the wash for you.”

She found the shift from his collected, confident self from last night to the slightly flustered way he tried to accommodate her now to be utterly endearing.

Once he had disappeared downstairs, she dashed across the carpeted hallway into the bathroom, clutching the robe to her chest. The shower was almost heavenly - her own had been unreliable for months despite her attempts at saving to have it fixed, and the luxury of the steady heat made her sigh, heavily, in relief. Afterward, she lingered for just a moment as she snooped through Emmrich’s neatly arranged toiletries before finally rolling up the sleeves of the over-sized robe.

She caught her reflection in the large steamed up mirror as she went to leave the bathroom - turning to prop herself up on the tall counter she reached out to run a hand across the steam smeared surface. Her eyes widened when she saw the small dark purple marks that lay scattered across the skin of her throat - she let her fingers trace over the small bruises and followed them down to where they disappeared under the collar of the robe. She felt herself shiver a little a the memory of Emmrich’s mouth pressed into her skin and could do nothing to stop the blush that warmed her cheeks before she turned away, trying to ignore the faint tremble in her hands.

She followed the sound of humming and padded down the staircase he had carried her up the night before. When she reached the foyer the humming grew louder and the air was sweet with smell of fresh fruit and warm spices - she let herself be drawn deeper into the house as robe he had leant her trailed around her ankles. She paused as she stepped into the large kitchen - eyes moving over the wide open space. The high counters were made of the same warm wood as the cabinets on the wall and were covered in stacks of books and small potted plants - along one wall, a floor-to-ceiling window stretched open to a view of a quiet and obviously well cared for garden. 

Emmrich stood at the large stove in the center of the kitchen with his back to her, shoulders rolling as he flipped pancakes before placing them onto a plate at his side. On a table nearby sat bowls of already sliced fruit and a steaming pot of tea she assumed from the faint perfumed air. He was still shirtless as he cooked, the lean lines of his back shifting with every moment. 

Rook took a step forward, a little overwhelmed at the domesticity of it all - he moved so easily around the kitchen, like he had done this a thousand times. It felt altogether too intimate, but it made her feel warm inside at thought of him wanting to do this for someone he had only met the night before. 

As she inched closer, Emmrich finally moved away from the stove, head tilting back slightly as he stretched, arms reaching high above him in a slow fluid movement. The sight caused her to inhale, a little louder than she had expected. She couldn’t help but stare at the long lines of his body as they extended, his spine arching as he bent at the waist, stretching first to one side and then the other. 

Her noise must have caught his attention because he turned, mouth opening in greeting as he lifted a brow in curiosity before his gaze settled on her. Whatever he had meant to say vanished in a small moan when he took her in - her small frame drowning in his robe, the long damp lengths of her silver hair pulled over one shoulder and the hint of bare legs peeking out from beneath the folds of the fabric. 

He blinked, once, before he turned to switch off the stove. 

Then, he closed the space between them in a few hurried long strides. 

She barely had a chance to suck in a breath before his hands were cupped against her jaw, his lips capturing hers in a desperate kiss. She had to rise onto her tiptoes as he leant over her, her hands wrapping around his wrists as his tongue traced over the crease of her lips, as if begging entry. She didn’t know how long they stood like that as he continued to kiss her, each press of his mouth hungrier than the last. 

He only pulled away when the need to breath grew too great and felt her gasp against his lips as he smiled softly. He pressed softer but lingering kisses across her cheeks, her jaw before stopping at the corner of her mouth. “You really are…” he exhaled quietly, head shaking a little. “Truly breathtaking.”

She flushed again, and let her fingers curl around the bracelets on his wrists - she didn’t miss his smirk at her reaction and shivered when he kissed her again. 

Rook could feel the reluctance in his body when he finally stepped back though he did not let go of her, taking her hand in his as he led her towards the table. “Sit,” he murmured, guiding her into a chair before he turned to retrieve the pancakes and several plates. 

It was, strangely, comfortable as Emmrich entertained her with small talk, hands shuffling over the table as he made sure that she had everything she wanted before he settled down with his own plate in front of him. 

They spoke quietly about all manner of things, silly idle things, as they ate before the topic of animals came up - Rook happily bringing up Mandrake as Emmrich listened contentedly. She watched as his expression brightened with delight. “You have a cat?”

She laughed. “I’m single, 29 and live alone - of course I have a cat and he’s an absolute menace.”

He hummed, taking a sip of his tea before he let his head tilt thoughtfully to the side. “Would you like to meet mine?”

She raised a brow in surprise. “Really?”

“Manfred,” He shook his head at the little laugh she let out when he said the name out loud before he continued, a small smile curling his lips. “He’s a white ragdoll - I was fortunate enough to be able to rescue him a few years ago. He has become quite dear to me.”

As if he had been summoned at the mention of his name, the graceful feline choose that moment to stroll into the kitchen, steps light as he hopped up on the table in front of Rook. His large green eyes settled on her in what she could only imagine was quiet evaluation. Hesitantly she reach out a hand, fingers just barely brushing over his soft fur and Manfred - after a brief sniff of her - allowed her to brush against his side before he nudged his head into her palm. 

Emmrich watched the exchange with amusement before he settled back in his chair, looking entirely too pleased at the outcome. “It would seem that you have been deemed acceptable.”

Rook grinned, eyes bright as she met his gaze. “I feel honoured.”

Manfred, smug in his approval, dropped into her lap with a small chirp and settled quite comfortably as she ran her fingers through his fur. Emmrich watched, with an unexpected satisfaction, and smirked when she flushed under his gaze. 

But as breakfast came to an end, the reality of what she had done - what they had done - crept back into her mind, and her nerves finally made themselves known. She shifted in her seat, her fingers tapping against the rim of her tea cup as she finally spoke.

“I don’t usually do things like this,” she admitted, hesitantly. “I’ve never—” She exhaled, shaking her head before giving him a small, self-conscious smile. “I mean, obviously, you know that. I just… I don’t know what happens now.”

Emmrich, perceptive as ever, reached across the table so that his fingers could brush lightly against hers. “Sable,” he murmured, voice low, reassuring. “I don’t make it a habit to steal away young women from conferences and disappear them into my bedroom.” His lips curled slightly. “It has been some time since my last… entanglement.”

She huffed nervously though she relaxed slightly. “Could’ve fooled me,” she teased. “You seemed very well-practiced last night.”

To her delight, a faint flush crept up Emmrich’s neck as he cleared his throat. “To be experienced is one thing. But being the first for someone is… that is not something I take lightly.” His gaze softened.

Rook could tell that there was more he wanted to say, to ask. She tilted her her head slightly as one hand went back to stroking Manfred, who still lay purring on her lap. “You can ask me anything.”

He smiled, her attempt at easing some of the tension in the air obvious though appreciated. “Given your age you belonged to the university cohort invited to the conference, yes?”

She nodded. “Your chosen field of studies?”

Rook smiled, relieved by the change of topic to one she could speak about for hours. “Environmental sciences. My focus is on the biological impacts of decomposition on the environment.”

Emmrich felt himself lean forward as his expression turned into one of delight. ““You study decomposition?”

“Excited about that, are you?” she teased.

“Profoundly.”

The conversation flowed easily from there - about her shifts at the mortuary and about her family’s history with the Mourn Watchers and their work at the Necropolis. He listened as she went on, determined to absorb every detail she offered. When she spoke of the expectations placed upon her, the struggles of balancing work and school, his gaze darkened slightly in thought.

“That sounds exhausting,” he remarked, though there was no mocking tone to his words, a reaction she had quickly grown used to. “The demands of a higher education can be overwhelming for anyone, let alone trying to manage your schedule at the mortuary on top of it all.”

Rook laugh lightly, a finger dipping to swirl what remained of her tea in its cup as she met his gaze. “Yeah, well. Not exactly a lot of choices when you have rent to pay.”

Emmrich leaned forward, watching her carefully as he folded his hands atop the table. “Sable,” his tone was light, “have you ever considered finding an arrangement that might support you better?”

She blinked. “An arrangement?”

His fingers tapped lightly against the table. “A mutually beneficial relationship is one way to think of it. I… have very much enjoyed your company. I would like to enjoy more of it. And I would like to support you if you were agreed. In any way you deemed fit.”

Realisation flickered across her face, her eyes widening for a moment. “Emmrich, are you… asking if I want a sugar daddy?”

He couldn’t hide the twitch of his hands as he nodded. “If that is the terminology you would prefer to use.”

She stared at him after a moment, before her eyes narrowed. “Are you just offering me money because you want to sleep with me again?”

His shook his head, unsurprised by her reaction if he was honest with himself. “While there is nothing I would like more,” he admitted smoothly, leaning back in his chair. “I have found your company to be most pleasant, and I would like to spend more time with you. However you will allow.”

Rook stared at him as her conversation with Bellara filtered through her thoughts. She mirrored his pose, leaning back in her chair as Manfred finally moved off her lap and crossed her arms across her chest. “You’re serious about this?”

“Entirely.”

She couldn’t help but think this must be some big joke, some elaborate hoax meant to lead her on - but his steady gaze remained unwavering as he watched her, waited. No. Emmrich Volkarin didn’t come across to her as someone who wasted his time with silly jokes. 

“And what exactly would this arrangement entail?” she asked finally, her fingers pulling at the sleeves of his robe.

Emmrich paused for a moment before he answered, choosing his words carefully. “Your time. Your company.” He paused. “Your affection, if you were willing.

Rook arched a brow, lips curling at the corners. “You mean sex.”

A smirk flickered across his lips, though his gaze narrowed just a little. “That would not be expected nor required. However, if it were something… you desired, I would not be opposed.”

She exhaled, a hand reaching up to comb through her hair where it lay against her shoulder. “I don’t know how to feel about this. It’s all a bit sudden, don’t you think?”

“You’re absolutely correct, it is,” he agreed easily. “I would not expect an answer now. I only ask that you consider it as an option.”

Rook felt something inside her loosen as he spoke and she softened a little under the way he watched her with quiet patience, as though he had all the time in the world. And maybe he did, she realised.

“I’ll think about it,” she murmured, surprising them both.

Emmrich inclined his head, a pleased smile filling his face. “That is all I ask, my dear. Now, tell me more about your studies.”

They moved their conversation to the lounge, Manfred following the pair as they settled into the low, padded seats, fresh cups of tea in hand. From there, their conversation flowed surprisingly smoothly into science, botany, and their shared enthusiasm for the topics. 

“I mean the integration of necroflora into existing burial sites is still so ridiculously underdeveloped,” Rook cradled her tea cup between her hands as she leant forward. “Most of the big institutions are still only just starting to see all the ecological benefits, but beyond that there is still so much potential.”

He nodded, eyes alight as he matched her interest. “It’s incredibly frustrating how slowly our nation has taken to the adoption of such methods. The resistance to change is so deeply ingrained, particularly among oldest, most traditional circles.”

“Tell me about it,” Rook huffed loudly. “Half my professors still act like anything outside of the traditional burial or cremation methods is some sort of twisted perversion. But just think… think of how much land we could reclaim if we were able to properly implement decompositional integration - not just using already buried remains as the nutrient sources, but by fostering whole micro-ecosystems designed to thrive off the process.”

Emmrich nodded approvingly, one leg crossing over the other as he leaned back. “Symbiotic decomposition,” he hummed. “If it was properly harnessed, we wouldn’t just be recycling organic matter but actively curating completely new bio-diverse landscapes. By being able to control the fungi and bacteria present we would be able to regulate the rate of decay and maximise the benefits of the process instead of treating it as something to be contained.”

Rook grinned. “I know! And don’t even get me started on the theories around engineered mycelium networks. Some strains of necrotrophic fungi have shown seriously incredible adaptability when cultivated in the right kind of controlled environments.”

Emmrich couldn’t help but think she was beautiful as she continued - her blue eyes lit with passion that he saw so rarely these days. He hadn’t realised he was staring until she tilted her head, waiting for a response. “Apologies, my dear. I have lost count of the number of arguments I’ve had with Mortalitasi officials over that very subject just in the last year. Despite my best efforts they still view the process as a sacred mystery rather than a science that can be refined and bettered.”

She snorted, her now drying hair shaking as she laughed. “That sounds about right to be honest. Most of the ones I know would rather clutch at their prayer beads and organ vessels than acknowledge that decay could actually be a gift beyond ritual.”

He tilted his head at her. “You truly love this field, don’t you?”

She shrugged, but there was no denying the spark in her eyes. “I love the way death gives back to life. The idea that nothing is ever truly wasted. It’s why I took the job at the mortuary and why I chose this degree. It just made sense to me.”

His gaze softened as he watched her place her now empty cup onto the coffee table before she too leant back in her seat. “Then you chose well.”

Emmrich stood and gathered up their empty cups, carrying them back to the kitchen, refilling their tea as he moved about the space. Rook shifted in her seat so that she could watch him.

She admitted to herself that she really had enjoyed this morning, enjoyed spending the time with him. It wasn’t just the because of last night - though, Maker, did she wanted him again. The thought made her blush, legs twitching beneath his robe. There really was something about the way he carried himself, the subtle confidence of how he carried himself still half-dressed as he was, the thoughtful way he had let her go on about her studies. She liked this. She liked him. She really liked him.

Her thoughts moved back to the offer he had made at the table. A mutually beneficial relationship, he had called it. A part of her frowned at the thought of having to rely on someone else just because she was struggling to make ends meet. But another part of her - the part that was exhausted from the constant balance of work, stress, and never quite having enough - found the idea tempting.

Back in the kitchen she could hear Emmrich muttering something under his breath as he moved her clothes from the washer to the dryer, Manfred twining between his owners legs in an effort to trip him up. Rook bit her lip when he scooped the cat into his arms, pressing a kiss to the felines head before he put him down again, shooing him off into the hallway.

Oh, she really wanted him to fuck her again.

Emmrich moved quietly back into the lounge, bending to set her cup down on the coffee table before he went to settle back into his seat. He didn’t see her stand as he leant over to pick up a discarded cushion - didn’t notice her movements, not until she stepped forward, bare feet silent on the floor.

By the time he looked up, she was already standing in front of him.

Her hands fidgeted against the fabric of the sleeves of his robe where they had worked themselves loose before she reached out, palms pressing gently to his shoulders as she pushed him back into the seat. Emmrich inhaled sharply, his hazel-green eyes meeting hers in surprise as she climbed onto his lap, settling against him with slow, deliberate weight.

“I’ve thought about your offer,” she murmured, voice quieter now that she was close. She shifted against him and sighed when his hands instinctively wrapped around her waist, fingers curling into the soft robe draped around her.

“And?”

“If I were to consider something like this,” she said, watching as his eyes widened just a little, “I think… I think I’d like it to be with you.”

“You understand what it entails?”

Rook smirked, moving in his lap just enough to make him exhale sharply and his grip on her to tighten. “I think I have a good idea.”

His mouth parted as if to say something more, but stopped when she lifted a finger, pressing it lightly to his lips. “Be quiet,” she whispered. “And kiss me before I change my mind.”

Never one to refuse such a request, he did just that. 

His mouth was on hers, hands tightening at her waist as he pulled her flush against him. It was slow at first, teasing, but it didn’t take long before his tongue to demand entrance, licking at the crease of her mouth. She sighed into him, fingers tangling in his hair as she gave in - he could taste the herbal tea he had chosen with her in mind as he encouraged her to move her tongue against his, to kiss him back. 

It was wet, hot, their breaths mingling between parted, panting lips as he swallowed every little sound she made.

Rook felt his hands slide under the robe, fingers brushing against the bare skin beneath as he began to pull at the fabric - though she wasn’t cold, the warmth of his hands made her shiver and when he finally worked it loose she curled her fingers into his hair, tugging lightly. She felt the growl, low in his throat, as she shifted against his lap.

Emmrich exhaled sharply, hands moving down to grip her thighs, tightly. “Tell me what you want.” His voice was rough as his lips moved against her.

She swallowed, and shivered when she felt the robe start to slip as he moved them. Without taking his hands from her hips he managed to lower them to the floor, her back hitting the rug hard enough to dislodge the robe from her shoulders completely. She gasped into his mouth and felt the answering tightness of his fingers against the soft flesh of her thighs.

Her breath hitched when he lowered his weight against her, pressing her firmly into the floor as he trailed wet, open-mouthed kisses down the line of her throat. 

“Tell me,” he murmured, his breath hot against her skin. He pulled back just enough to meet her heavy-lidded gaze as he traced the flush on her cheeks, the parting of her lips as she struggled to catch her breath. “Tell me what you want.”

“I-I don’t…” She swallowed, feeling the heat of his gaze as it moved to where the robe was now pooled around her elbows before following back along the freshly bared skin - he could see every little freckle that decorated her body, he could see the path of bruises he had kissed into her skin last night and leant down to press his mouth against them softly. “I don’t know… how to say it.’”

He smirked, tongue lathing over a particularly dark bruise above her collarbone. “Would you like me to teach you?” He glanced up, gaze darkening when he saw her nod.

Without warning he lifted her by her thighs, pushing her further back against the rug so that there was room for him to stretch out above her. She could feel the chill of the floor beneath the rug as she gasped at the sudden movement, could feel it against her back as his heat settled atop her. 

Emmrich let out a heavy breath as he looked down at her - he reached for the edge of the robe and pulled, encouraging her to lift her hips so that he could slide the rest of the fabric out from under her before he threw it onto the chair behind him. 

Rook let out a small moan when his hands settled back her thighs, fingers squeezing as he spread her so that he could move between her legs. “Did you like that?”

It was all she could do to nod. He smirked again. 

He tightened his grip, watched her eyes roll back as he spread her legs wider, fingers pressing deeply into the skin - he felt her shudder underneath him when he pressed his hips firmly into hers, feeling the warmth of her through his trousers. 

“What was is it you said last night?” he murmured as his hands moved up her body before they reached for her hands. He laced their fingers together and slowly pulled her arms above her head so that they were pressed into the rug, stretching her - he felt the small moan leave her throat. So she liked that as well, he would try to remember that. “Something about wanting to be taken on the floor.”

She let her eyes close when he rolled his hips against hers - his mouth back on hers in time to swallow her moan. 

“I’m going to touch you,” Another small moan, one he gladly drank down. “And I want you to say yes or no - do you understand?” 

Rook could only whimper, unable to string two words together as he licked into her mouth again. She shuddered when he he squeezed his grip around her fingers, her eyes flying open to meet his. “Do you understand?”

“Yes.” It was barely a whisper, pressed against his lips as she did her best to nod. 

“Good girl. Don’t lower your arms.”

Rook nodded again, flexing her fingers when he released his hold, only to suck in a breath as his started to trace down her arms, over the crease of her elbows and down onto her shoulders. She let herself sink in to the rug and tried to focus on his gaze as he watched her. She felt the brush of his fingers as they moved over the curve of her shoulder and pressed into the flesh of her throat, lightly, just enough for her to gasp. 

“Here?”

It was as terrifying as it was wonderful, the pressure against her throat as he stroked the soft skin. “Ye… Yes.”

It was Emmrich’s turn to nod as he pressed a soft kiss to her lips. He held her gaze as his hands moved down her throat not stopping until they reached her breasts. He dragged a finger over one nipple, the skin pebbling under his touch as it stiffened, before he did the same to its partner. 

“Here?”

She whimpered when he cupped his hands around them, lifting them slightly as he took up their weight - she felt the gentle squeeze as he massaged the skin and moaned. 

“My dear?”

“Yes.”

Satisfied Emmrich moved away from her mouth, sliding down her body so that he could take one nipple into the warmth of his mouth - he felt her shudder beneath him as he warmed the skin with his tongue. The feel of her fingers in his hair had him lifting his head with a brow raised, he watched as she moaned when he released her nipple, wet and gleaming with his saliva as he pulled her fingers free and pushed her arm back over her head. “What did I say about moving your arms?”

“Emmrich.” Oh, the sound of his name from her lips nearly undid him but there was a lesson to be taught here - he used his hand to twist her wrists and encouraged her to pull at the fabric of the rug, not letting go until he was sure her grip was tight. 

“Stay.” She shouldn’t like it, the way he gave her orders even as his mouth returned to her breast, but she did. She really did. Her back arched when he took more of the skin into his mouth - she wanted him to keep telling her what to do. 

Emmrich could feel the muscles fluttering beneath her skin as he lapped at the still pebbled skin - could feel the way she shook underneath him when he took the other between finger and thumb. He let his fingers roll the flesh a little and smirked at the cry that escaped her. Without releasing his mouth he glanced up, satisfied to see her hands still curled into the rug as her spin arched further, forcing her breast deeper into his mouth. 

“Yes.” He huffed a breath of the sensitive skin as he released it and leant over to press a kiss between the mounds of her breasts as his hands began to move lower. He let them dance across her sides, trailing over the ribs that pressed against her skin with every heaving breath she took. 

She surprised them both when she jumped as his fingers pressed into a specific spot on her waist. 

“No.”

Emmrich lifted his hand away immediately but stopped when she shook her head. 

“No-no… not like that.” Rook let her chin drop so that she could meet his gaze and attempted a light smile. “It’s just- just ticklish.” 

He laughed as he bent down to press a soft kiss to the spot, smiling when she shivered again. “Very well, my dear. I will do my best remember that.”

Now careful to avoid that particularly sensitive spot his hands moved over the curve of her hips and smoothed down the flesh of her thighs. 

“Yes.”

He pressed a kiss into the soft skin, feeling her shudder and tense but continued on downwards until he could wrap his hand under the back of her knee - this time he didn’t want, lips warm against the joint as he felt it flex under his mouth. 

“Yes?

“Mhm.”

Emmrich could hear the tension in her voice as she groaned and finally moved to where he knew she wanted him the most. The inside of her thighs were warm as he traced his hands across the soft skin - every little twitch and shake as he moved closer to her center thrilled him. He let his fingers brush over the patch of curls, heard her exhale as he sought out the warmth hidden beneath. 

“Yes.”

He swiped at the moisture that had already began to cover her, letting it coat his fingers as he continued to tease. 

“Yes.”

He used his knees to spread her legs wider, opening her up to him as she squirmed under his gaze. He parted her lips with his fingers, gaze darkening at the sight. Bending he pressed as closely as he could, his breath warm against her skin. 

“Yes.”

Her scent was intoxicating, warm and heady as he breathed deeply and it took all he had to wait as his breath danced over her sensitive flesh. 

“Please.”

“As you asked so nicely, my dear.”

Chapter Text

The lounge smelt of them. 

That was her first though when she found herself staring up at the ceiling, her body limp where it lay on the rug weighed down by Emmrich who had sprawled himself atop her - his face was pressed into the warm skin between her breasts, all gasping breaths and fidgety hands. Their legs were tangled together as he let himself sink against her, eyes closed as he felt the gentle pull of her fingers through his hair where it lay mussed and damp. 

He sighed, feeling the rise and fall of her bare, sweat-covered chest beneath his as she attempted to match his breathing. “Am I too heavy, my dear?” he murmured, eyes still shut as he made a weak attempt to lift himself off of her but was stilled by her hands wrapping around his shoulders. He let himself be pulled back against her and felt the shake of her head. 

“Don’t you dare.” 

He laughed lightly, and pressed a wet kiss to the flushed skin beneath his cheek. He felt her shuffle a little, adjusting her back until she was comfortable and untangled her legs from his so that she could cradle him between her thighs. 

“That- that was…”

“Yes. Yes, it was.”

Rook let her head fall back against the plush fabric of the rug as her breathing finally settled back into something that felt normal, not at all bothered by the press of his weight as she felt him soften against her. 

“Could we do that again?”

She felt, more than heard, his quiet laugh as it vibrated against her chest and tugged a little harder on his hair - smirking at the low groan that followed. She was content to lay there with her limbs wrapped around his long form but knew that her body would start to protest soon. She continued to smooth at his hair, scratching her nails lightly against his scalp before they drifted down the length of his neck. 

“I’m afraid that I will need some time to recover my faculties before I am of use to you again, my dear,” Emmrich lifted his head just enough to meet her gaze, all heavy-lids and flushed cheeks. “I am not a young man anymore.”

She let her hands move, pulling at his shoulders as she encouraged him to slide up her body - her hands then settled against his jaw as she pressed her mouth into his, peppering him with kisses that left them both gasping again. “Well, you won’t get any complaints from me - I’m convinced no one else would be able to do half the things you just did. I can wait.”

He smiled against her mouth, feeling her shiver when his mustache brushed at the skin of her upper lip. “Then I am grateful for your vote of confidence.”

When the ache in his back became too much to ignore he moved, lifting himself up onto his forearms as he swallowed her moans of complaint before he pushed up, forcing himself onto his knees as he reached his hands out to her. Rook let him pull her, though she hung limply in his grip in protest - she laughed when he tutted, tugging on her hard enough to lift her from the floor and into his chest. She moved with him as he settled back against the chair they had so unceremoniously abandoned earlier, his legs splayed out across the floor as he tucked her into his lap, her back to his chest. 

For a time they sat like that, both content as Rook let herself lean into him, his arms wrapping around her, fingers tracing mindless patterns along her sides. She basked in the warmth of his hold but let her head tilt up when he cleared his throat. 

“Is this still what you want?” His voice was soft but even still she could hear the weight in his words. 

She blinked slowly. “Our agreement?”

He hummed, leaning down to press a kiss into the skin of her shoulder before he let his chin rest there. “I would make sure that you understand what it is that you are agreeing to - that you understand what I would expect and what I would wish for you to expect in return.”

She shifted, just a little, as she made herself comfortable. “I think I have an idea about the basics.” She let her head rest against his chest when he blew a soft breath over the still flushed skin beneath his chin. “But humour me.”

Emmrich smirked. “Very well. This would be a mutually beneficial agreement for us both. Your delightful presence, obviously,” she laughed lightly, twisting when he poked at the ticklish spot on her side. “Your company, your attention - both in and out of private settings and in exchange, my financial support and, should you ever wish for it, my influence.”

Rook made a small, considering sound. “So… we’re talking sugar baby terms.”

He chuckled. “If you wish to call them that, yes.”

“And ground rules?” She prodded, turning her head slightly to nudge her nose against his jaw. “I would assume you have a list.”

He did.

“For starters,” his hands smoothed down her arms, “I value discretion highly. Not that I would ever be ashamed of you, but I live a very public life and would prefer my personal affairs to remain precisely that - personal.”

She nodded. “Fair.”

“No other benefactors,” he continued. “If you choose to be with me in this way, I would expect exclusivity.”

She couldn’t hide the snort that escaped. “So I can’t go running off to find another sugar daddy on the side?”

His grip tightened slightly, a playful warning. “I would prefer that you did not.”

“Ok. But that goes both ways,” she said, tilting her chin up. “You don’t get to have other… what do we call me in this situation? Babies?”

Though the term was distasteful to his ear, Emmrich chuckled. “Agreed.”

She let herself relax against him again, mulling over his words. “What else?”

“I would not have you want for anything,” he said, his voice quieter now, a more serious edge to it. “If you need something, you ask. If I offer you something, you do not refuse purely out of pride.”

Rook exhaled sharply, her tongue poked out to moisten her lips. “I might struggle with that one.”

“I thought as much,” he murmured, lips now ghosting against her temple. “But I mean it. There is no reason at all for you to struggle needlessly when I have the means and the wish to make your life easier.”

She chewed on her lip, unsure of how to argue with him when he put it like that. “Alright, I’ll… try.”

“Good,” he praised, his hand smoothing over her side. “And lastly… you must communicate with me. If something feels wrong, if you are unhappy, if you need to walk away, I would have you tell me without hesitation.”

Rook smiled, tilting her head back against his chest. “That one’s easy. I’ve never really had a problem with speaking my mind.”

“Really,” he mused, amusement coloring his tone. “I hadn’t noticed.”

She smirked. “Alright, now it’s my turn. Since we’re discussing terms—” She shifted slightly. “I get to ask you some questions.”

His hands settled at her waist, fingers tracing lazy circles against her skin. “Go ahead.”

She hesitated, before starting deciding to start with something simple. “Tell me about your work. V.R.I.E., your research.”

Emmrich’s lips curved slightly, clearly pleased with her curiosity. “Ethnobotany has always been my primary field of study - how different cultures interact with plants, particularly in the context of death and burial practices. V.R.I.E. was founded many years ago with the goal of modernising those practices through sustainable methods, incorporating bioengineered flora into funerary rites.”

Rook hummed. “So you’re not just a fancy businessman - you really are an academic as well.”

He smirked. “I like to think I can be both.”

She thought for a moment before shifting topics. “And your personal life? Have you done this before?”

His fingers didn’t still. “Define ‘this.’”

“You know,” she said, twisting just enough to meet his gaze as she waved a hand between them. “The whole ‘mutually beneficial relationship’ thing.”

His eyes darkened slightly, but there was no hesitation in his response. “I have. Once or twice though it was many years ago.”

She studied him, searching his face. “And?”

He exhaled softly. “And while they were enjoyable experiences at the time, they were never… fulfilling.”

Rook frowned. “What do you mean?”

Emmrich’s hand came up, tracing along her jawline with a tenderness that sent warmth curling in her stomach. “It was never anything more than surface-level indulgence. I appreciate companionship, but I also crave connection. The relationships I’ve had in the past never quite reached that depth or ended before they could.”

Rook found herself unsurprised by that, but for him to confirm it was reassuring.  “And what about… preferences?”

He chuckled, clearly entertained by her hesitancy. “Are you asking about my inclinations in bed, Sable?”

She flushed, but didn’t back down. “Maybe.”

His lips brushed against her ear, his voice dropping to a murmur. “Then perhaps you should be more specific.”

Rook shivered, gripping his arm lightly. “Fine. We both know that I am new to this and there is a lot that I still don’t know. What do you like?”

Emmrich exhaled, amusement flickering across his face before he answered. “I enjoy control - much like other men of my age and lifestyle. But I also enjoy guiding, teaching, watching my partner learn things about themselves under my hands.”

Rook exhaled sharply. She could feel the challenge is his word but rather than retreat, she met his gaze.

There was something about the way he said it - so calm and matter-of-fact. No arrogance, no shame. Just his truth. It sent a quiet thrill through her.

“I’ve had a lifetime of relationships, my dear. Some fleeting, some almost meaningful. I’ve been with both men and women in my past and found pleasure in both.”

That, surprisingly, delighted her. “Really?”

His smirk deepened at the genuine interest in her tone. “You sound pleased.”

“I just…” She bit her lip. “I don’t know. I like that about you.”

“Do you?” he murmured, tracing lazy circles against her hip. “And why is that?”

She shrugged, shifting against his chest. “Somehow it just makes sense. You don’t seem like the kind of man who would limit himself.”

He chuckled. “No, I’m not.”

She tilted her head again, resting it against him. “So, in all your experiences… have you ever had a favorite?”

He laughed, his chest rumbling beneath hers as he pulled her closer. “Are you asking if I have a preference between men and women?”

“It is my turn to ask questions after all,” she said, matching his tone.

Emmrich leaned in, brushing his lips against the shell of her ear. “My favorite, dearest, is always the person beneath me.”

Rook exhaled sharply, warmth blooming in her chest. “That- that is very diplomatic.”

“It is honest.” He smirked, fingers curling slightly as he held her. “Does that answer satisfy your curiosity?”

“For now,” she mused.

Emmrich sighed dramatically, stretching his legs before he stood suddenly, his movements smooth as he bent to scoop Rook up in his arms. She laughed breathlessly as he settled her against his chest but made no effort to struggle against his hold. Instead, she let her arms loop around his neck, her head falling against his shoulder.

“I am perfectly capable of walking, you know.” she teased.

“I am aware,” he murmured, amusement clear in his tone. “But indulging myself occasionally is one of life’s many privileges.”

He carried her back up the stairs, the sound of their mingled breathing the only thing filling the quiet house. Once in the bathroom, he set her down carefully, pressing a lingering kiss to her forehead before he moved to turn on the shower. The room quickly filled with the soft rush of water, steam curling into the air as he adjusted the temperature and gestured for her to join him. She didn’t refuse.

Rook let herself be drawn under the warm spray with him, her hands drifting over his slick skin as they washed each other, bodies moving in a strange but easy familiarity. Though an air of temptation lingered between them, their touches were nothing more than gentle, exploratory.

When they finally emerged, skin flushed from the heat, Emmrich wrapped her in a towel and pressed a kiss to her damp hair before he guided her back to his bedroom. “Stay here,” he murmured, fingers briefly trailing down her arm before he turned for the door.

Rook watched him leave, noting with no small amount of delight that he didn’t bother to dress before he headed downstairs. It was his home, after all.

Now alone, she settled onto the bed, combing her wet hair with her fingers as she waited, hearing the faint sounds of him moving around in the kitchen downstairs. Her gaze wandered around the room, taking in the details she hadn’t fully absorbed the night before. The elegant dark wood furnishings, the towering bookcases that lined one wall, the large windows partially hidden behind heavy curtains. Everything about it was screamed of him - refined, and luxurious without being ostentatious.

By the time he returned, carrying her now-dried dress and underwear, she was fully sprawled across his sheets, utterly at ease. He paused in the doorway, gaze sweeping over her before he smirked.

“You look far too comfortable.”

She propped herself up on an elbow. “I think I like your bed.”

“Do you?” He approached, setting the neatly folded garments at the foot of the bed. “Shall I take that to mean you’d be amenable to spending more time in it?”

She hummed lightly, watching as he moved about the room quietly, pulling out a fresh set of clothes for himself. She made no effort to dress as he slipped into a pair of dark slacks, fingers buttoning them with practiced ease. Her gaze followed him shamelessly as he shrugged into a deep green shirt, leaving the collar open, the fabric fitting snugly against his narrow waist. He rolled the sleeves to his elbows, revealing the corded muscle of his forearms, and she bit her lip, entirely unapologetic in her staring.

He moved next to the small chest sitting atop his dresser, removing the gold jewelry he had yet to take off from the previous night. She watched as he selected new pieces from the intricate collection, his movements methodical as he exchanged rings, fastened bracelets, and adjusted a chain at his throat.

“Why gold?” she mused, tilting her head.

Emmrich caught her gaze in the mirror before he turned. “It’s grave gold, my dear.”

Rook blinked, intrigued by the old tradition. “You wear grave gold?”

“I do,” he said simply, coming to sit at the edge of the bed beside her. “It’s an old practice, one that is slowly dying in this modern time. The idea is that by adorning oneself with gold - either gifted, inherited or purchased - you acknowledge the certainty of your eventual death and prepare a dowry to be left behind.”

She studied the delicate pieces, her fingers drifting over the rings on his fingers, the chain resting against his collarbone. “And these? Where they gifted to you?”

He exhaled softly, gaze turning contemplative. “Some were passed down by my parents before their deaths. Others were given to me by those I cared for - mentors, lovers and friends, many of whom are gone now.”

Her fingers ghosted over a particularly ornate ring on his index finger. “That’s really kind of beautiful.”

He smiled faintly. “It’s a tradition I have long cherished, despite how outdated it may seem to some.”

She glanced at the open box of gold. “Could I pick some for you?”

He arched a brow, but nodded. “Go ahead.”

Rook couldn’t help the eagerness with which she sifted through the collection, selecting a pair of rings and a bracelet that caught her eye. With soft hands, she slipped them onto his fingers, the moment oddly intimate. When she fastened the bracelet around his wrist, her fingertips lingered, tracing the smooth metal before she met his gaze.

“There,” she murmured. “Perfect.”

His lips quirked, amusement softening his expression. “You have excellent taste.”

“I know,” she said smugly.

Satisfied, she finally moved to retrieve her undergarments, slipping her bra back on quickly as she dropped the towel aside. But when she reached for the dress, she hesitated, frowning as she looked at the folded material. Something about putting it back on felt… wrong. Emmrich noticed, his gaze soft with curiosity.

“Not to your liking anymore?” he mused.

She wrinkled her nose. “It just feels odd putting it back on after last night.”

He chuckled, shaking his head as he rose to his feet. “Stay put.”

Crossing the room, he opened his wardrobe and pulled out another shirt - this one a deep red, softer than the crisp dress shirts he typically wore. He tossed it to her with an expectant look.

Rook caught it, lifting it to her nose for a quick inhale before smirking. “You might not ever get this back.”

She pulled it on, reveling in the way it drowned her frame, the fabric falling loose over her thighs, slipping slightly off one shoulder. She left the top few buttons undone, rolling the sleeves up just enough to free her hands before glancing back at him. “How do I look?”

His gaze swept over her slowly, a knowing smirk playing at his lips. “Like you belong to me.”

Her breath caught slightly, but she masked it quickly attempting to match his tone. “Possessive.”

“Observant,” he corrected, stepping closer. “Now, one last thing.”

She arched a brow as he reached for something atop the nearby cabinet. When he turned back, he was holding a small scrap of fabric - her panties.

Her eyes widened as heat rushed to her face. “You didn’t-”

“I did,” he said smoothly, lifting them to his nose with an unapologetic inhale before tucking them neatly into his pocket. “They’re mine now.”

Rook stared at him, torn between mortification and amusement. “You really are insufferable.”

He grinned. “And you are truly adorable when you blush.”

She huffed, crossing her arms. “You’re ridiculous.”

He merely smirked, taking her chin between his fingers as he pressed a lingering kiss to her lips. “And yet, here you are.”

Rook had no argument for that.

And she suspected he knew it.

Finally, she stretched. "I really should go home," she said reluctantly, rubbing her face as if delaying the inevitable. "Mandrake’s probably furious I left him alone all night."

Emmrich smiled, watching her with a soft gaze. He exhaled softly, then offered his hand. "Let me drive you."

She hesitated, opening her mouth to refuse, but then his brow arched in that way that reminded her of their earlier conversation. She sighed dramatically, rolling her eyes as she took his hand. "Fine," she relented. "But only because I don’t want to hear a lecture about the dangers of public transport."

He chuckled, giving her fingers a brief squeeze. "I would have you know I am an excellent professor. It would be a riveting lecture."

"I’m sure.”

Once downstairs, she bent to slip on her shoes, her fingers working lazily at the straps as she balanced on one foot. Emmrich let himself lean against the wall as he watched her with a hooded gaze, eyes taking in the way his shirt draped over her frame, the fabric falling loose over the curve of her thighs. Her skin was still flushed from the warmth of the shower, her long hair damp and curling slightly at the ends. She looked utterly debauched, well and truly ruined, he thought - and completely unaware of how he wanted to do nothing but drag her back upstairs and start all over again.

Manfred choose that moment to pad out into the foyer, tail flicking lazily as he observed the pair. The cat rubbed himself against Emmrich’s leg, then Rook’s, before settling himself down near the door.

“Goodbye, old friend,” Emmrich murmured, bending slightly to scratch the cat beneath his chin. Manfred accepted the attention with a pleased rumble, then swatted lazily at Emmrich’s wrist before deciding to stalk off, now clearly unimpressed with their plans to leave.

Rook grinned, crouching to rub Manfred’s ears as he passed her. “Bye, handsome. Try not to miss me too much.”

Emmrich arched a brow. “You do realize you’re flirting with my cat.”

She smirked, rising to her feet. “He started it.”

Emmrich shook his head, laughing quietly, as he reached for the door. "Come on, before I change my mind and decide to keep you here to myself."

The drive was quiet, the purr of the engine the only sound filling the space between them. Emmrich’s hand quickly found its place on her thigh, warm and possessive as his thumb traced slow circles over the bare skin where his shirt had ridden up. She tried not to think about the way it made her stomach flip, instead choosing to watch the city shift outside the window, the early morning light casting soft shadows across the buildings.

"Turn left here," she murmured, guiding him through the winding streets. He followed her directions without question.

Eventually, the car rolled to a slow stop outside her apartment building. Emmrich put it in park, but made no move to unlock the doors. Instead, his fingers tightened slightly on her thigh, his gaze sweeping over her as if committing every inch of her to memory.

"So this is where you live," he mused, glancing up at the aged brick building.

Rook snorted. "It’s not quite as grand as your place."

"It has character," he said, and she could tell by he meant it, no trace of mockery in his tone. "Though I imagine it’s not quite as comfortable as my bed."

She rolled her eyes. "You would say that."

His lips quirked in amusement before he sighed, finally pulling his hand away to step out of the car. Ever the gentleman, he circled around to open her door, offering a hand to help her out.

Before she could step away, he caught her wrist, drawing her back against the sleek surface of the car smoothly. She gasped softly when the cool metal met her back, but before she could question him, his hands were in her hair, tilting her head up so he could kiss her. 

She sighed against him, fingers curling tightly into the fabric of his shirt. His lips were slow and sure, teasing at her mouth before she felt the swipe of his tongue, his body pressing her into the car as if unwilling to let her leave just yet.

The moment stretched, heavy with something unspoken before she felt his lips curve into a smirk against her mouth. “I do believe we’re being watched, my dear.”

Rook blinked slowly. She followed his gaze up and groaned when she saw Bellara, standing at her window with wide, delighted eyes as she watched them.

"That. Is Bellara," she muttered. "My best friend. Who is undoubtedly enjoying this moment this far too much."

Emmrich chuckled, his fingers trailing down her spine. "Shall we give her something worth watching then?"

Before she could protest, he had lifted one of her thighs against his hip, pressing himself closer. He kissed her again, slower this time, drawing a soft whimper from her lips. When he finally pulled away, she was breathless, dazed, and he knew it.

With a final smirk, he took her hand and pressed a lingering kiss to her knuckles. "Promise you will call me later," he murmured, as he slipped a delicate business card into her palm, waiting for her small nod before he let her step back.

Rook barely had a chance to blink before he had climbed back into the car, giving her one last lingering glance before pulling away.

She turned back to the apartment window to find Bellara practically vibrating with excitement, her grin positively feral. Rook groaned, running a hand down her face as she trudged up the stairs.

She barely stepped through the doorway before Bellara was on her.

"Tell. Me. Everything," she demanded, grabbing at her wrist and pulling her toward the couch.

Rook collapsed onto the cushions, exhaling dramatically. "I regret everything."

Bellara cackled, flopping down beside her. "No, you don’t. Was that who I thought it was? I want the details - every. Single. One."

Rook groaned, covering her face with her hands. "Why are you always so relentless?"

"You disappeared for an entire night, turn up in a shirt that is clearly not yours, get kissed breathless outside your apartment, and you expect me not to pry? Spill."

Rook sighed, already knowing there was no chance of Bellara letting this go. "Fine, but if I tell you, you swear you won’t run your mouth to the group chat?"

Bellara made a scandalized noise, placing a hand over her heart. "How dare you? I would never-"

"Bellara."

A beat of silence. Then, "Fine, I won’t tell them everything, but I need something to give them. They know you didn’t come home."

Rook groaned louder, curling deeper into the couch. "Kill me."

Bellara laughed, poking her side. "Nope. So, was he good? He has to be good. He looks like he’d be good."

Rook groaned. "You can’t just ask that!"

"Why not? It’s a crucial detail!"

Rook buried her face in a pillow. "He was-" she mumbled, words swallowed by the fabric she clutched over her face.

Bellara smirked. "I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that? Louder, please."

Rook lifted her head just enough to glare at her. "He was… incredible, alright? Unbelievably so if you must know."

Bellara gasped, clapping her hands together in delight. "I knew it! He has that ‘I will ruin you and you will thank me’ energy."

Rook groaned again, face burning. "Bellara."

"I’m just saying! So, how was it?"

Rook sighed, shaking her head. "I wouldn’t even know where to start Bell. He - he’s just so… intense. It’s like he knew exactly what he was doing, exactly how to touch me, exactly what to say."

Bellara leaned forward eagerly. "Go on."

"It wasn’t just-" She paused, brain struggling to put the words together, "-it wasn’t just about the act. He needed me to enjoy every second of it. He made me feel… wanted.”

Bellara sighed as she threw herself back against the couch. "That is so unfair. Do you know how rare that is? And he’s hot! And like stupidly rich! He probably smells like expensive cologne and sin? Gods, Rook, you’re living every girl’s dream."

Rook groaned. "Don’t make it worse."

"Worse? I’m celebrating!" Bellara laughed, then paused, eyes narrowing in thought. "Wait - did you spend the night? Did he hold you after?"

She hesitated, cheeks burning as she nodded. "Yeah. He- he cleaned me up and then just pulled me into bed with him. Held me the entire night."

Bellara practically squealed as she grabbed a nearby throw pillow to shake. "Oh, he’s obsessed with you. I love that for you."

Rook groaned, covering her face again. "Why did I tell you anything?"

"Because I’m your best friend, and I would’ve bullied it out of you eventually," Bellara said smugly. Then she paused, gaze sharpening. "Rook, is he going to be your sugar daddy now?"

Rook winced. "That’s… not exactly how I’d phrase it. But… we did discuss an arrangement."

Bellara’s eyes widened before she practically shrieked, launching off the couch. "I KNEW IT!" She fumbled for her phone, eyes gleaming. "Hold still, I need photo evidence."

"What? No!" Rook tried to protest, but Bellara was already snapping a picture, cackling as she zoomed in on the marks blooming across Rook’s throat.

"Oh, the others are going to LOVE this."

Rook buried herself into cushions, moaning dramatically. "I am never leaving this apartment again."

Bellara patted her head, far too pleased. "Too late, darling. Looks like you’ve already been claimed."

Chapter Text

WannabeJumper27: @everyone WAKE UP BITCHES I HAVE NEWS

griffinsarecool: it’s 9am bell… on a saturday…

immadeadliftyourgirl: unless a dragon has hatched in your backyard, i don’t care.

crimeandcoffee30: Unless someone’s dead, I also don’t care. And even then, it depends on who it is.

gingersdohavesouls: Someone better be dead or in jail…

WannabeJumper27: EVEN BETTER
WannabeJumper27: [image attachment]

LatteLoner: …what am I looking at?

crimeandcoffee30: wait, Luc, when did you get back…

LatteLoner: my flight got in last night

griffinsarecool: Is that—are those hickies???

gingersdohavesouls: bell why are you sending us photos of your hickies??

WannabeJumper27: they’re not mine……………

crimeandcoffee30:@BrokeMortuaryBitch wait. is this why bell told us you didn’t came home last night?

BrokeMortuaryBitch: …

WannabeJumper27: SHE CAN’T EVEN DEFEND HERSELF LMFAOOOOOO

gingersdohavesouls: WHO DID THIS

BrokeMortuaryBitch: …

griffinsarecool: oh no… you don’t get to give us the silent treatment after your disappearing act last night…

gingersdohavesouls: yeah rook, we even came to meet you and bell at the end. bell’s telling us you ditched us to hook up with some stranger from that conference and you have nothing to say??????

griffinsarecool: EXPLAIN YOURSELF

BrokeMortuaryBitch: …possibly.

griffinsarecool: YOU LEFT THE CONFERENCE WITH A STRANGER AND COME HOME COVERED IN HICKIES AND ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY IS "POSSIBLY"?!?!

BrokeMortuaryBitch: …possibly.

griffinsarecool: POSSIBLY?!

WannabeJumper27: oh, OH BUT WAIT IT GETS BETTER
WannabeJumper27: @BrokeMortuaryBitch go on. Tell them his name.

BrokeMortuaryBitch: bell i will kill you.

WannabeJumper27: too late babe, I’ve already committed to the bit. Tell them.

crimeandcoffee30: is it someone we know… someone from school??

BrokeMortuaryBitch: …Emmrich.

crimeandcoffee30: …Emmrich as in Emmrich Volkarin? The head of V.R.I.E.??

gingersdohavesouls: wasn’t he the guy who was hosting the conference??

Immadeadliftyourgirl: i dont see anything about dragons. im going back to bed. I’ll text you later Lace.

griffinsarecool: ROOK. YOU FUCKED A MAN WHOSE NAME SOUNDS LIKE A CHARACTER FROM A FANTASY GAME?!

WannabeJumper27: 😉 😉 😉 😉 😉 😉 😉 😉 😉 😉 😉  

BrokeMortuaryBitch: i will kill you bellara. i know how to dispose of bodies.

gingersdohavesouls: isn’t he like some big shot ceo… like the kind worth millions and millions of gold…

WannabeJumper27: THE MAN COULD BUY ALL OF OUR STUDENT LOANS AND FORGIVE THEM JUST FOR FUN!!!!

BrokeMortuaryBitch: you are all being very loud about this.

griffinsarecool: I FEEL LIKE THIS IS WARRANTED

crimeandcoffee30: lets all take a second to breathe. rook, are you telling us you left that conference with the Emmrich Volkarin and spent the night with him?

BrokeMortuaryBitch: …yes.

griffinsarecool: Holy shit. Holy shit.

LatteLoner: i did not have "rook seduces rich handsome CEO" on my predictions for this year…

Gingersdohavesouls: wait. how old is he?

WannabeJumper27: OH. OH I DIDN’T EVEN GET TO THAT PART YET…
WannabeJumper27: HE’S 54!!!!

griffinsarecool: YOU WENT FULL SUGAR BABY IM DYING!!!!! 

BrokeMortuaryBitch: davrin i will also kill you.

gingersdohavesouls: no, but like, actually. how was it??

BrokeMortuaryBitch: lace???

gingersdohavesouls: what?? we all want to know!!

crimeandcoffee30: @BrokeMortuaryBitch answer the question.

WannabeJumper27: yes, Miss “I woke up in a mansion in a rich man’s bed with bite marks on my throat,” do enlighten us…

BrokeMortuaryBitch: I hate all of you.

griffinsarecool: i will literally die if you don’t tell us something

WannabeJumper27: blink twice if he rearranged your spinal cord

griffinsarecool: did he have to take breaks? do his joints click? does he take supplements??

BrokeMortuaryBitch: oh my god

griffinsarecool: is he like. one of those old guys who still has it or did you have to give him a pep talk first??

BrokeMortuaryBitch: I hate you all.

griffinsarecool: did he need like. time to recover?? did he groan when he stood up?? be honest.

BrokeMortuaryBitch: I AM BLOCKING ALL OF YOU.

gingersdohavesouls: thats not a no

BrokeMortuaryBitch: 54 is not that old.
BrokeMortuaryBitch: can we talk about something else. please…

WannabeJumper27: oh i’m just warming up

griffinsarecool: let’s get back to the real question. are you gonna see him again? or was this like a one-night thing???

BrokeMortuaryBitch: …

crimeandcoffee30: …rook.

LatteLoner: did you come up with an… arrangement?

griffinsarecool: LIKE. A. SUGAR. BABY????????
griffinsarecool: we’re saying sugar baby rights yeah??

LatteLoner: we do support financial stability…

WannabeJumper27: TELL THEM TELL THEM TELL THEM
WannabeJumper27: TELL THEM TELL THEM TELL THEM
WannabeJumper27: TELL THEM TELL THEM TELL THEM
WannabeJumper27: TELL THEM TELL THEM TELL THEM

BrokeMortuaryBitch: i hate you all

LatteLoner: that’s crazy. can he buy me a car

gingersdohavesouls: CAN HE PAY MY TUITION

WannabeJumper27: GIRL. IF YOU DON’T OWN UP TO THIS, I SWEAR TO ALL THE GODS…

BrokeMortuaryBitch: …

griffinsarecool: you’re getting laid by a rich, older man who sounds like he belongs in a gothic romance novel, AND he wants to throw money at you???

BrokeMortuaryBitch: You guys have zero shame.

crimeandcoffee30: we have negative shame. take his money, rook.

WannabeJumper27: And his dick.

griffinsarecool: can you ask your old man if he wants to help a guy out and fund a research grant on griffins??

BrokeMortuaryBitch: I AM LEAVING THIS CHAT

BrokeMortuaryBitch left the group chat.
BrokeMortuaryBitch was invited to the group chat by gingersdohavesouls

gingersdohavesouls: oh no you dont, you love us too much

BrokeMortuaryBitch: I REGRET EVERYTHING.

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The quiet hum of the city filtered through the thin walls of Rook’s apartment as she listened to the sounds of traffic from the streets below. It was the kind of night that she normally enjoyed, a few hours of peace without the worries of upcoming exams or overtime at the mortuary but it had done little to quiet her thoughts after Bellara had left.

It had been hours since the first pings of the group chat she shared with her friends had started going off - the teasing that had followed looped and looped over and over again like a badly written light novel in her mind. She could still remember every ridiculous comment the gremlins she called friends had posted in the chat - it had left her annoyingly flustered. 

Like she wasn’t flustered enough already. 

She was still dazed at how quickly her life had changed in less than twenty-four hours. Yesterday she had been just another exhausted university student trying to scrape on by. Now? Now she found herself launched into the world of a man whose whole existence resided in a entirely alternate universe to her own. His world was so different to her, the wealth and power he so effortlessly wielded was so far apart from her daily struggles of keeping on top of her rent payments and remembering which text books she still had to pay off. It was terrifying. 

But. It was also exhilarating. 

She could hear Mandrake purring softly in his sleep, curled atop the small window ledge he favoured, the cat completely unaware of the crisis his owner was currently having. She lay in bed, her phone clutched in her hand as she watched the tiny ball of fur exist in his own little bubble. 

Her thumb had been hovering over the screen for far too long as she continued her internal debate of whether or not she should message Emmrich. She knew he had asked her to call him but something still caused her to hesitate. She had been staring at the screen from the moment she had saved his number into her contacts - watching the tiny little numbers as if they might suddenly disappear if she looked away for too long. 

She was being stupid. 

Her fingers hovered for just a second before she finally began to type:

Rook: Hey. It’s me. Hope you had a good day.
Rook: Rook. 
Rook: Sable, I mean. 
Rook: Hi.

The lack of an immediate response had her brain sinking into overdrive. She let out a groan, dropping her phone beside her onto the bed as she rolled over onto her stomach, muffling her face in her pillow. Her legs kicked aimlessly in the air for a moment before she rolled onto her back again, staring dimly at the flickering ceiling light as she decided to dramatically re-evaluate her all of her life choices.

"Mandrake, I think I might be in trouble," she murmured, more to herself than to the cat that did so much as stir.

She wasn’t sure how long she laid there, and just as she was starting to convince herself that she had actually made the whole situation up in her head, her phone buzzed. Limbs flailing, she scrambled to find it, fingers tangling in the sheets before she finally pulled it free, hands shaking.

Emmrich: Ah, my darling girl. I was beginning to wonder if you had second thoughts.

Rook: I was trying to play it cool.

Emmrich: How’s that working out for you?

Rook: Poorly.

A giggle bubbled out of her before she could stop it when he replied immediately.

Emmrich: I find that difficult to believe.

Rook: Lies. I’m barely holding it together.

 
Emmrich: Ah, so you were simply very good at pretending. Interesting.

Rook: Not intentional. You’re just… She paused, fingers hesitating over the keys before she finally typed: A lot.

Emmrich: A lot?

Rook: You know exactly what I mean.

Emmrich: Elaborate. I do enjoy hearing you attempt to put it into words.

Rook: Smug. So smug.

Emmrich: I have reason to be.

She groaned as she rolled to bury her face in the pillow for a moment before responding.

Rook: Tell me about your day before I melt into the bed in embarrassment.

Their conversation carried on - she asked about his day, and he asked about hers. He inquired politely about Bellara, wondering if everything had been alright after he dropped her off, to which she reassured him that Bellara had mostly just been gleefully nosy.

Rook: She also told our whole group chat. I just wanted you to know that.

There was a moment or two before he replied.

Emmrich: Their reaction?

Rook: Honestly. Unhinged.

Emmrich: Should I be concerned?

Rook: Nah. They tease, but they respect my privacy. It won’t go any further than them - I promise.

Emmrich: Good. I appreciate that greatly.

Emmrich: Though I do have to ask - did their curiosity extend to inappropriate inquiries about our budding relationship?

Rook choked on her own breath.

Rook: I AM NOT ANSWERING THAT.

Emmrich: My dear, that tells me everything I need to know.

Rook: You are unbearable.

Emmrich: And yet, here you are, talking to me instead of sleeping.

She scowled at the screen for a moment, but the warmth curling through her body had nothing to do with frustration she quickly realised.

The conversation flowed easily after that, until her phone vibrated again - though this time not with a text, but with an incoming call.

He was calling her?

She hesitated for a single second before answering, bringing the phone to her ear as she curled onto her side. "Hello?"

"Hello, my sweet girl," his voice hummed through the receiver.

She swallowed, shifting against the sheets as her knees tucked themselves into her chest. "I—hi."

He chuckled. "Why are you so nervous, my dear?"

"I’m not—" she started, then groaned lightly. "Ok, maybe I am little."

"You have no need to be," he said, voice was warm through the speaker. "Not when your with me."

"It’s just… this is all so new. For me."

"I know," he said softly.

"It’s hard to say no to you."

"A fact I am endlessly pleased by," Emmrich admitted, amusement lacing his words. "Tell me, how was the rest of your day? Did you survive the chaos caused by your friend?"

Rook snorted. "It was fine. She was just- smug, I guess. Possibly the happiest I’ve ever seen her. The whole group chat was... a lot."

"I can imagine," he mused. "Should I be concerned?"

"No," she reassured him quickly. "They’re just..." She sighed. "Loud."

"And their primary interest was?"

Rook hesitated. "Well. Some of them might have had questions about... you know."

His laugh was rich even through the phone, the warmth of it curling around her. "About what, precisely?"

She groaned, pressing the heel of her hand to her forehead. "You know what."

"Mmm, perhaps. But I do so enjoy hearing you flustered." And then his voice dropped lower, amusement still curling at the edges of his words.

"I can hear it in your voice, you know," he murmured.

Rook bit her lip, heat rising up her neck. "I—"

"Are you in bed?" His voice was teasing.

She exhaled shakily. "Yes."

"Good girl."

Her whole body tensed at the words. Her fingers curled into the sheets.

“Do you think you could keep being good for me?”

The only response she found she was capable of making was a low hum - she shivered at the soft chuckle that came through the speaker.

“I want you to touch yourself for me.”

The sound of his voice filled the air, a breath caught in her throat before she let herself roll onto her back. She dropped the phone onto the sheets beside her head after putting the speaker on loud and stretched out across the mattress. “I want you tell me about how you touch yourself, darling girl.”

“I- I don’t-“

He hummed, the sound low, soothing. “Breathe, slowly, - don't think about what you think you should do. Just do what feels natural.”

Rook let her hands wander, starting softly across her collarbones before she let her fingers trace along the neckline of her nightgown. Her thoughts drifted to how he had touched, of his hands cupping her breasts - she tried to mimic the action, letting her fingers press into the soft swells as her head tipped back into her pillow. 

“What are you doing?”

“My- my breasts…”

“Did you like the way I touched you last night? Do you remember the feel of my hands on you, the wet of my tongue against your skin?”

She moaned, her grip tightening just a little as he spoke before she let one hand drift down her body to the apex of her thighs. The room grew warm, the air becoming somehow heavier as she let him guide her through the motions. She let the sound of his voice surround her as the muscles in her body began to tense. Just as she felt herself start to tip, back arching off the bed as he continued to whisper to her softly, the intercom buzzed.

She startled, sitting up so quickly that she nearly threw the phone from the bed. Her heart hammered against her ribs as she sucked in a breath - her skin damp with sweat, sticking to her nightgown as she moved to her knees.

"What was that?" Emmrich asked, his tone still soft.

"My intercom," she said breathlessly. "I-"

"Don’t worry, my love," he soothed. "Go answer it. We'll see each other soon."

And then the line went dead.

Still feeling dazed she climbed off the bed, barely remembering to adjust her nightgown as she padded toward the door. She didn't stop to grab a robe as she hurried to the door and flung it open, expecting an annoyed neighbor or a mistaken delivery.

Instead, she found Emmrich.

He was standing there in the dim glow of the hallway light, dressed in a dark coat over the green shirt he had put on that morning, looking utterly un-bothered by the late hour, his phone clasped loosely in his hand. His eyes drank her in, lingering on the way the fabric of her nightgown clung to her frame.

"Emmrich?" she breathed.

His lips curled into a small, knowing smirk. "I couldn’t stop thinking about you," he admitted. "I tried so hard to focus. I had proposals to review, a team meeting - but all I could think about was you."

Rook swallowed, unable to form words as he continued.

"I will leave if that is what you wish," he said. "I won’t step into your space if it would make you feel uncomfortable."

But she was still flustered from his earlier words, still aching from the way he had unraveled her over the phone. Her pulse roared in her ears as she stepped back, fingers curling into his coat as she pulled him inside.

Emmrich smiled, stepping over the threshold.

The apartment was small, but cozy. He took it all in with quiet interest - the plants she had carefully arranged in the window though they had clearly seen better days, the shelves lined with books and worn trinkets, the small but meaningful touches of a life lived simply but well.

Mandrake, ever curious, appeared, tail flicking as he inspected the new arrival. He trotted up to Emmrich without hesitation, rubbing against his legs with an air of immediate acceptance.

Emmrich let out a warm chuckle. "Ah. Mandrake, I assume. It would seem I have his approval."

"It’s not easily won," Rook murmured, watching as the cat twined around his feet.

Emmrich’s gaze flicked back to her. "And yours?"

The air between them thickened. Without another word, Rook gently shooed Mandrake away and took his large hand in hers, leading him toward the bedroom.

She barely had the door shut before he was on her, pressing her back against the wood, his lips finding hers in a kiss that was wet as he licked at her lips hurriedly. She tugged at his coat, fingers pulling at the fine fabric before he helped shake it off - it was quickly tossed on to the stool by the foot of her bed. 

“Did you miss me, little one?” He whispered the words into her mouth as his forearms braced themselves on the door either side of her head. Rook let her head tip back against the door as his lips trailed along the curve of her jaw before moving down the line of her throat. 

“I-“ Her breath caught in her throat when she tried to speak. “I don’t know.”

A quiet chuckle rumbled against her throat and she shivered when she felt him smirk. “No?”

His arms moved, hands smoothing down the sides of her waist before they stopped at her hips, fingers flexing as they gripped her tightly. “Liar.”

She gasped, the sound loud even to her ears, when he nipped at the curve of her jaw and she couldn't help but arch up into him. His hands slid lower, past her hips, wrapping around the backs of her thighs before he pulled her flush against him. Her breath stuttered, a needy sound escaping her before she could hide it.

“Say it,” he murmured. “Say you missed me.”

Her lips parted, her breath shaky as she whispered, “I missed you.”

Emmrich’s grip tightened, his fingers digging in just enough to make her squirm. His breath was hot against her throat, his body solid and unyielding, and for a long moment, he just held her there.

Then, he kissed her again - deeper, slower, his lips soft as his tongue slid over hers. He tasted like tea and something heavier, and she melted.

Her hands slid into his hair, fingers tangling in the silver-streaked strands, tugging just enough to make him groan. His hands traced up over the curve of her waist beneath the loose fabric of her nightgown, skimming up her back before splaying wide over her ribs.

He pulled back just enough to look at her, pupils dark and heavy-lidded, as he felt her breathe beneath his hands. “You’re trembling,” he murmured, the tip of his nose brushing against hers.

She swallowed. “I think you might be a little much for me.”

His lips curled, a slow, satisfied smirk. “Oh, my darling,” he breathed. “You’ve just barely had a taste.”

Rook couldn’t help but shiver at his words, something heavy curling deep in her stomach when his mouth brushed over hers again - not quite a kiss this time, but the barest tease of breath and something more. She rose up onto her toes to meet him, arms winding around his neck. A quiet hum vibrated deep in his throat as his hands moved back down to her thighs. 

“You really are such a good girl for me.”

Those words again. She didn’t know if it was the words themself, or just the way he said them, but something snapped inside of her. Her fingers pulled at the buttons of his shirt with an urgency that left her fumbling. He let out a soft laugh and he held himself still so that she could pull open the material, fingers spreading across the planes of his chest.

Her breath stuttered in her chest when he tightened his grip on her thighs and lifted her, encouraging her to wrap her legs around his hips so that he could hoist her high against the door, his mouth finally moving back to hers. 

“I should put you in your bed,” he muttered between kisses, his voice thick. “But I think I rather like you here.”

Her thoughts were so fogged. She could barely string two words together as her eyes fluttered - his fingers squeezing against the warmth of her thighs. He held her up so easily. “Then have me here.”

“Oh, my dear,” he murmured, biting softly at her lower lip.

Emmrich pressed closer, the door behind her cool against her back as she arched into him. He felt her sigh as his hands moved up her thighs to brush over the hem of her nightgown - he nudged his nose against hers, her gaze meeting his as he raised a brow, fingers tugging lightly on the fabric. She nodded. 

Feeling her thighs tighten around his hips as she secured herself against him he began to lift the gown, the cotton soft against his skin as he slid it up over her hips. The fabric bunched in his hands as the planes of her stomach were revealed before he pulled it over her shoulder, her arms lifting above her head so that he could finally pull it free. 

She felt the cool of the room sooth over her burning skin and watched Emmrich throw her nightgown atop his coat.

“Still with me?” he asked, voice low, rough with barely controlled restraint.

Rook nodded again.

He smiled against her skin as his fingers continued their exploration, mapping her body with a slow precision. His free hand braced against the door beside her head, caging her in completely, his breath warm against her temple, “You fill my thoughts . You cloud my every move.”

She shivered. “We only met yesterday.”

“Mmmm,” he hummed, lips trailing along the shell of her ear. “And yet here I am, completely and utterly ruined by you.”

The words stole the breath from her lungs, heat pooling in her stomach. He was everywhere, the sensation almost overwhelming, yet she couldn’t bring herself to pull away. Not when every brush of his fingertips, every press of his lips sent another shiver down her spine.

She tilted her head up, seeking his mouth, and he met her halfway. She could still taste the remnants of tea on his tongue as it sough entry - he licked into her mouth as if trying to disappear inside her, their breaths mingling. His voice was a whisper against her mouth, hot and wet. “Do you have any idea of what you do to me?”

When she shook her head, the hand on her thigh tightened - he let out a quiet, shuddering breath. “Then I suppose, my dear, I’ll just have to show you.”

Rook felt him shift as he lowered his hand to his trousers, heard the rustle of fabric as he deftly undid the buttons and gasped when she felt the heat of him against her skin. She let her legs loosen around his hips so that he could settle her lower against the door.  

“Oh, my darling.” The crack in his voice was loud when he guided himself into her, her entrance still slick from the work of her own hands earlier. They both sighed, her walls clenching around him tightly as he sank as deep as he could go. Emmrich let his forehead rest against hers as she adjusted to the stretch. When he felt her start to relax he finally moved - slow, steady thrusts that filled her right to the core. Emmrich felt the flutter of her fingers against his wrist and reached for her hand, lacing their fingers together as he braced himself against the door again. 

“Look at how well you take me in.” He reached for her chin, tipping her head down so that she could watch they way he disappeared again and again into her - he felt her shudder as he began to thrust harder, the slap of his hips against hers loud in the otherwise quiet room and reached for her waist with his other hand. His fingers curled into the soft skin there as his pace sped up, pushing out the air from her lungs groaned when her back arched, the change in angle sending him deeper. 

“You wonderful little thing.”

Rook let her head fall back against the door as he continued to whisper heated words into her skin, his mouth heavy against her shoulder as he crowded over her. When a particularly deep push drew a moan from her she let her eyes close, his mouth finding hers. He was quicker now and she could feel the door shifting behind her - she could feel the tension in his hips and knew he was close to finishing. She let herself sink into it, his hold on her strong as his movements became erratic - her own release was building and she could feel the heat curling through her limbs as her thighs tightened back around his hips. She whimpered as he continued to chase the sounds from her mouth. 

“Do you want me to say it?”

She shuddered against him when he fingers brushed against the curls between her legs. He continued to thrust when his fingers finally reached the sensitive skin just above her entrance - the keening noise that ripped from her throat her at the first, soft, press was strangled and desperate. 

“Would you like me say it as you finish? Send you straight over the edge with those oh, so, little words?” His voice was hardley anything more than a growl and it had her twitching against him. 

“Yes.” It was all she could do to hiss the response, her jaw clenched as she tipped her head, her nose brushing against his as she tried to chase the feeling that continued to just step out of reach. “Please.”

Emmrich let his finger sink a little lower and pressed, her back bending when her eyes rolled back, mouth falling open as he thrust once last time, his hips flush against hers. 

“You are my good girl.”

He didn't try to muffle her cries this time, letting them echo across the room as he felt himself throb inside her - his head pressed heavily into the curve of her neck as he groaned, his own release following hers as he emptied himself inside her. She whimpered when his fingers pulled away, only to sigh again as he reached for her other hand - pushing it up against the door so that she was pinned beneath him as she rode out the last waves of her release. 

“So good.”

He could feel the slick on her thighs as she twisted against him and he gently lowered her to the floor - she whined as he slid out, his own spend dripping down her thighs in a way that was sure to make a mess. He gathered her against his chest, her arms falling over his shoulders as he turned them towards the bed. 

It was smaller than his, it would be a tight fit, but he lowered her gently and let her roll onto her side as he slipped in beside her. She was still breathing heavily when he folded his tall frame down next to her - it took her only a few seconds to all but climb atop him, all without opening her eyes, and throw her leg over his hips as she splayed out across his chest.

He let his hand trace the ridges of her spine as she settled against him and felt the moment her breathing evened out, her back rising with each slow exhale - she slipped into sleep with barely a murmur. 

Emmrich let his gaze trace along her body as her muscles finally relaxed and she went limp - he wrapped his arm securely around her back and took hold of the hand she didn’t have curled under her chin. He brought the fingers to his mouth and pressed a soft kiss against the knuckles before he lowered it rest on his chest, their fingers laced together. 

“Oh, you really have ruined me.”

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The hum of the large florescent lights hanging overhead did nothing to help ease the tense ache forming behind her eyes. The sharp scent of ethanol and dried plant samples filled the air along with the steady clinking of glassware as Bellara scratched away at her notebook.

Rook was doing her best to focus on her work, hands steady as she piped a carefully measured solution into a beaker containing the crushed plant samples she had prepped earlier. The bright green liquid swirled beneath the lights as she stirred. “Ok,” she muttered, adjusting the setting on the heating plate beneath the glass. “The next phase should yield-”

“So,” Bellara hummed, not looking up from her notes as her sing-song tone filled the air. “When did you last see Sir Emmrich?”

“Please don’t call him that”

Rook tired to ignore the giggling behind her as she leant over the worktop to reach for another beaker.

“Well?”

She sighed, tipping back onto her feet once she had what she needed in hand

“Last week. He’s been away on a work trip.”

“Uhuh.”

The lab fell quiet again as Bellara continued to make notes, her stool squeaking when she spun a little too fast on her stool. “Does he talk dirty?”

Rook jumped when her gloved hand nearly tipped over the beaker she had been reaching past.

Her gaze shot to Bellara, eyes narrowed as heat flooded her cheeks. “Bell.”

Bellara gave her the most innocent, wide-eyed expression she could muster. “What? You can’t blame me for being curious! You know they say older guys tend to have a way with their words.”

Rook pressed her lips together as she shook her head, turning her attention back to the beakers and heating plate in front of her. "Bell, we’re in the lab. You know, a professional, scientific setting."

The elf grinned, refusing to be undeterred. "Yes, that we are, and whilst you’re trying very hard to focus on this lovely little chemical reaction bubbling away there, you could be telling me whether your very wealthy and very… experienced, new daddy-“

Rook nearly dropped the pipette. "Bell, I swear—"

“whispers absolute filth into your ear or goes with a praise-you-till-you-melt kind of vibe.”

She sighed, hands moving carefully as she measured out the reagent she would need next. "This really is a delicate process requiring my full attention. Unlike your rampant, deluded speculation."

"Deluded?" Bellara gasped dramatically, hand flying to her chest as she eyes widened. "I’m hurt. I’ll have you know my inquiries are only asked out of scientific curiosity."

Rook raised an unimpressed brow. "You’re not investigating cell structure, Bell. You’re trying to investigate my love life."

"And you should know by know that I take my research very seriously," Bellara shot back, watching as Rook adjusted the settings on the heating plate again. "In fact, I would argue that your reactions right now are just as important as whatever chemical monstrosity you have cooking there.”

Rook fought the the urge to throw a pipette at her best friend, eyes closing for a second before she spoke. "If it means you will let me finish, then yes, he definitely has a way with his words. Can I please focus on this before I do something stupid and blow us both up?" 

Bellara giggled, head nodding as she looked down to jot something else into her notebook. "Fine, fine. But you will be giving me details later. For science, obviously."

Rook let herself focus back on her work when the stool behind her started squeaking again, disturbed only by the sound of occasional writing. Then, as if the other elf had decided that she was no longer able to contain herself, “So, what’s he like when he’s not making you swoon? Is he all brooding and mysterious? Or does he actually smile?”

Rook didn’t look up. “Bell-”

“I mean, he totally looks like the sort of guy who would smirk instead of laugh. Like he’d give you that lazy, come hither kind of look while doing something unspeakably nasty—”

Rook slammed a hand down on the lab bench. “For the love of everything, will you let me finish?”

Bellara cackled. “I’m just saying! You’re positively glowing lately, and I refuse to believe it’s just the satisfaction of academic progress.”

Rook inhaled sharply through her nose, but Bellara had finally relented and was dutifully recording the last set of results. 

By the time they removed their protective gloves and goggles, their lab coats finding their spots on nearby hooks, the conversation had shifted to safer topics. They paused to grab their bags from the lockers outside the lab before Bellara looped her arm through Rook’s with a mischievous grin. “I’ve got a feeling he’s ruined you for other men forever.”

Rook groaned. “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t. Now let’s go pick up your mail.” The pair quickly made their way across the campus towards the building that housed the student administrative center.

Bellara, as usual, was immediately distracted by a pop-up stall hosted by the local branch of the Veil Jumpers. “I’ll catch up in a minute,” she called over her shoulder, already beelining toward the booth. Rook waved her off without turning around and moved towards the small office that acted as the campus post room.

She wasn’t expecting anything unusual - just some requested test reports and her latest tuition bill - but the clerk at the desk handed her a small, neatly wrapped package in addition to the paperwork. The green box, adorned with a gold ribbon, felt heavier than it looked as it settled in her hands.

In a fine script, was her birth name, the tag hanging from the ribbon.

Bellara reappeared just as Rook stepped out of the post room, her eyes immediately flying to the box. “Ooo, what’s that?”

“I don’t know yet.”

Bellara gasped, her expression frustratingly delighted. “Is it from him?”

“I don’t know that either,” Rook said, but her blush betrayed her.

They made their way to the nearest outside sitting area, a charming garden-like space nestled between the university buildings. The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm light across the area, and a soft breeze carried the scent of flowers and freshly cut grass. The space was a quiet, dotted with small groups of students sprawled on the grass chatting.

At the center stood a large tree, the long branches draped with folds of white blossoms as its petals drifted lazily in the afternoon breeze. Bellara and Rook made their way to the base of the tree, it’s thick roots spread wide. It was cool beneath the canopy, beams of afternoon sunlight filtering through the leaves as they settled onto the grass, the scent of earth and the blossoms heavy in the air.

Bellara nudged her. “Well, go on then? Open it.”

Rook untied the gold ribbon carefully, peeling away the delicate wrapping to reveal a smaller box tucked inside. The deep green case was unmistakably from an upscale jeweler, the logo on the box easily recognisable. Bellara let out a delighted gasp. “Oh, Rook!”

She couldn’t help but swallow as she opened the box. Nestled within sat a delicate gold necklace, the metal so fine it looked as if it had been woven from liquid. The design was simple, a thin band that would sit snugly against her throat, yet still undeniably beautiful. She watched as the afternoon light danced across the polished surface, revealing the delicate engravings that lined the metal - it was a far cry from the bargain pieces she normally picked up at fairs on the weekend.

Beside the necklace lay a pair of ear cuffs, each piece shaped perfectly as if to mirror the natural slope of her pointed ears. The metalwork twined like vines, the subtle filigree curling in faint but recognisable organic patterns. They had clearly been made with her in mind. 

Rook’s fingers brushed over the necklace, her breath hitching as she remembered the feel of Emmrich’s hands, pressed gently against her throat as he whispered hot nothings into her skin. A warmth pooled deep in her belly.

Bellara all but vibrated with excitement as she clapped her hands. “Oh, it’s so official. You have a sugar daddy.”

“Bellara.”

“Oh, don’t ‘Bellara’ me. That man just gifted you gold. That is serious business.”

Rook exhaled slowly, trying to ignore the flush that continued to spread across her cheeks as she reached for the envelope tucked inside the box. Her birth name was written in Emmrich’s elegant, if slightly erratic handwriting.

She carefully unfolded the note.

My darling Sable,

I hope you do not find this too forward, but I very much wanted your first piece of grave gold to come from my hands alone. There is a certain pleasure in knowing that you will wear something I have chosen for you, something that rests against the warm skin that only I have had the pleasure of.

This is just the start as I would see you covered in much more - necklaces, rings, bracelets of your choosing, and mine. I cannot help but picture you, laid out before me dressed in nothing but my gold as I-“

She stopped reading aloud at the last line, teeth catching at her lower lip as she quickly folded the note. Bellara waggled her eyebrows at her. “Don’t you dare stop reading that!”

“Maker, save me,” Rook muttered to herself as she quickly stuffed the card into her bag before Bellara could snatch it away.

Bellara’s laugh was filthy as she wiped tears from her eyes. “Your old man sent you a dirty note, didn’t he?”

Before she could respond, they both watched as something else fell from the envelope. A sleek, black card landed on her lap.

Bellara gasped. “Is that what I think it is?” 

Rook simply stared at it. “Oh.” 

She lifted the card up, tipping it so that she could see the fine lettering etched across its surface - a series of long numbers, and her name.

“He’s given you a credit card. Like an actual, not maxed out, not overdrawn, functioning credit card.” Bellara’s dark eyes gleamed as she watched Rook twist the card, spotting the logo etched into the back - they both recognised it as having come from the largest bank in the city, the kind only millionaires and celebrities trusted their finances with. “Rook. He has literally given you free access to his money.”

Before Rook could reply, her phone rang.

Somehow she wasn’t at all surprised to see Emmrich’s name appear on the screen, but that didn’t stop the flutter in her chest as her finger hovered over the icon for a moment. With a deep breath she turned away from Bellara before she tapped against the screen. “Hi.” 

“Hello darling,” his voice was soft, relaxed and her spine shivered as she held the phone closer to her ear, very much aware of Bellara’s hovering presence behind her.

“You- you didn’t have to do all this.”

He laughed softly. “I take it you have received my gifts then.” Rook could hear the warmth in his tone and the hand that lay in her lap, still holding the sleek credit card, twitched.

“Emmrich, you shouldn’t-“

Emmrich tutted. She could almost picture the way he would have let his gaze narrowed if he could see her right now. 

“It brings me pleasure to be able to spoil you like this, darling. I did it because I can, and because I wanted to.” 

She swallowed, her fingers tightening around the phone. “I don’t- don’t know how to-“

“Do you like them?” 

The question hummed against her ear, the sound low and heavy as she let her eyes close for just a second. “Yes.”

“That is all that matters then,” he murmured, and the satisfaction in his tone curled around her. “I’ll be back in the city tonight - my trip ended earlier than expected and I find myself longing for your company.” There was a pause, weighted, expectant. “Let me take you to dinner.”

“Alright,” she breathed.

“Bring my gifts with you - I would very much like to put them on you myself.”

“Ok,” Rook sighed, the thought of him back, back with her after being away, was frustratingly comforting. “But the credit card, Emmrich… I can’t-“

There was a brief pause before his tone shifting into heavier. "I won’t have you worrying over whether you will be able to afford groceries or struggling with unnecessary outgoings when you have lectures to focus on. Consider it a tool - one that will allow you the freedom to live as you wish, without any unnecessary stress."

She swallowed, feeling the weight of his words settle into her chest. "Emmrich, it’s—Maker, it’s a lot."

"Then let it be a lot, my dear," he countered easily. "Let it be enough to keep you comfortable so that you can finally breathe. Use it for whatever you need - replace your borrowed and loaned textbooks and fill your cupboards to the brim. Enjoy yourself with your friends and indulge in the things you have avoided for so long. The choice is yours. There are no expectations, no strings."

She bit her lip, glancing back at Bellara, who was now practically floating as she eavesdropped.

"Sable," his voice softened further, drawing her attention back to him. "Let me take care of you, darling girl."

She nodded, then laughed. “Ok. Will you tell me where we are going dinner?”

He named a restaurant, one she immediately recognised as one of the most exclusive in the city, with its months-long waiting list and extravagant prices. Rook nearly choked.

“Is there a problem?”

“I—” she hesitated, flustered. “I don’t have anything to wear to a place like that. I don’t want to embarrass you.”

A quiet chuckle came through the speaker. “You could never embarrass me,” he assured her. “But you do now have the means to indulge yourself. Go out, buy something… beautiful.”

Still flustered, she asked, “Any suggestions?”

His answer was immediate, teasing. “You could arrive wrapped in nothing but my gold, and I would be utterly approving.”

Bellara, having overheard, let out a loud bark of laughter, the elf rolling onto her back as she covered her face with her hands. Rook groaned, but Emmrich only chuckled. Lowering his voice so that he couldn’t be overheard again, he added, “Wear something you will feel pretty in, my dear. But… I’ve always had a fondness for things that allow my hands to wander.”

A strangled noise left her throat. “You—!”

“Enjoy your shopping trip,” he said smoothly, clearly amused. “I can’t wait to see you tonight. I’ll send a car for you.”

The call ended, leaving Rook dazed, her face burning as she stared at her phone. Before she could even fully process what had just happened, Bellara let out an excited shriek and practically launched herself at her.

“Oh. My. God.” Bellara clutched her own chest dramatically. “You really are living the dream. A rich, older man is lavishing you with gifts and taking you to dinner at one of the most expensive restaurants in the city? I hate you. I adore you. You are ridiculous.”

Rook groaned, shoving her face into her hands.

Bellara grinned. “I cannot believe he actually said you could show up naked and he’d approve. That’s filthy, Rook. He’s a menace. I think I love him.”

“Bell,” Rook whined, her voice muffled behind her hands as she shook her head. “Please stop talking.”

“I will not.” Bellara waved her arms wildly. “This is everything. And the best part? He’s right - you do need a dress. And we do need to go shopping. And I get to play fairy godmother and help you pick something that will drive your incredibly handsome, stupidly rich boyfriend mad.”

Rook groaned again, but this time there was a tired laugh beneath it. She laughed again when Bellara waggled her brows, grabbing at her wrists as she yanked her up from the grass with more enthusiasm than should have been right. “Come on, sugar baby. We’re going shopping.”

***

WannabeJumper27: NEEEEEEVVVVVVVVVEEEEEEEEEEEEE

CrimeAndCoffee30: yes bell?

WannabeJumper27: we need your help! urgently with no questions asked

CrimeAndCoffee30: what did you do???

WannabeJumper27: nothing, yet. but we’re on a mission. i just need you to say yes

CrimeAndCoffee30: absolutely not. tell me what I’m signing up for first

WannabeJumper27: UGH.  
WannabeJumper27: fine.
WannabeJumper27: but just know I TRIED to be mysterious and cool about it…
WannabeJumper27: we need to find Rook something to wear

CrimeAndCoffee30: and why does this require my urgent assistance?

WannabeJumper27: because she has a DATE!!!!!!!

CrimeAndCoffee30: …
CrimeAndCoffee30: i feel like i need more context

WannabeJumper27: a dinner date. at a stupidly fancy restaurant…
WannabeJumper27: think chandeliers, gold-trimmed menus, and food that costs more than my tuition…

CrimeAndCoffee30: am I to assume our dear rooks new… daddy… is behind this sudden need for a dress???

BrokeMortuaryBitch: I hate you both.

WannabeJumper27: also, Neve, the best bit about this? he told her she could show up NAKED and he’d like it!!!

CrimeAndCoffee30: …
CrimeAndCoffee30: i need to process that information
CrimeAndCoffee30: but also, i’m leaving work early. i’ll meet you on Main Street in 20

***

Towering storefronts glowed beneath their neon lighting as shoppers poured down the city center streets, hands clutching bags and cups of overpriced iced coffee - the air was loud with laughter, the rhythmic clatter of footsteps and the beep of cars as they sped past. The large window displays with their posed mannequins stared out over the passing shoppers with promises of luxury, elegance and in any other situation, financial ruin.

Rook walked between Bellara and Neve, the latter keeping an easy pace while Bellara chattered excitedly about Emmrich’s gifts.

“He bought her jewelry, Neve,” Bellara practically moaned as she clutched at her chest, spinning on her toes without missing a step. “And not just any jewelry - it was custom-made gold. It was engraved.”

Neve raised a brow, a knowing smirk tugging at her coffee stained lips. “Well, well. That’s quite the statement.” She turned to Rook, her amusement clear when she blushed. “Are we talking subtle sentimentality or something more territorial?”

Rook groaned as she avoided the amused gaze fixed on her. “Can we- we just not?”

“We absolutely can and will.” Bellara grinned. “It gets even better. He also got her a-”

“Bellara,” Rook warned, her tone sharper than she had intended.

Bellara shot her an apologetic look but continued anyway as she turned to Neve with wide eyes. “He gave her a credit card.”

Neve blinked. “Excuse me? Did I hear that right?”

Bellara yanked Rook’s bag open and fished out the sleek black card before Rook could stop her, protest dying on her lips. She held it up with a smug grin. “Look at it. Just look at it. This is one of thooooooose cards, Neve.”

Neve let out a low whistle. “That’s not just any card.”

Rook groaned, trying to snatch it back. “Bell, I swear-”

Bellara danced out of reach. “Rook, babe, you’re missing the point. Why were you about to drag us into that discount clearance store back there when this is just sitting in your purse?”

Rook clenched her jaw as she finally snatched the card back. “Because I’m not used to-”

“Being spoiled?” Neve cut her off, her voice understanding in a way only she seemed to manage. She placed a gentle hand on Rook’s shoulder and squeezed. “I get it, I do. But this isn’t about being greedy or wasteful, Rook. This is about taking hold of an opportunity that’s being given to you. How about you let yourself enjoy it.”

“It feels… excessive,” Rook admitted, shifting uncomfortably. “Like I’m taking advantage.”

Bellara groaned. “Rook. He gave it to you for a reason.”

Neve nodded, her voice far gentler than Bellara’s exasperation. “If he didn’t want you to use it, he wouldn’t have given it to you. Stop overthinking and see it for what it is: an invitation to let go for once.”

She hesitated, fingers twitching where they clutched at the strap of her bag. Neve’s words settled something in her chest, loosening the tension she hadn’t realize she was holding.

Bellara took advantage of her momentary hesitation to loop an arm through hers and steer her decisively toward the row of high-end boutiques lining the other side of the street. “Exactly. Now let’s go. You’re going to look stupidly hot by the time we’re finished.”

She let herself be pulled into a store she never would have dared to enter alone. The boutique was lit by museum worthy chandeliers that threw warm light over pristine marble floors as racks of evening-wear stood in careful arrangements. Even the air inside the boutique smelt nice, she thought, like the kind of floral perfume worn by rich widows.

Everything about the place made her feel wrong, like she was an fraud.

 Bellara, meanwhile, darted off between racks of fabric and lace leaving Rook glued to Neve, feeling awkward and aimless.

It did not take long for an elegantly dressed worker to approach them with a practiced, appraising smile, her knowing gaze sweeping over them. "Good afternoon, ladies. May I assist you?”

Neve, ever composed, offered a cool nod before she shot an amused smirk at Rook, still fidgeting next to her. “We need to find something for my friend here,” she looped her arm through Rooks and pulled her forward. “She has a rather… fancy, event to attend this evening and really can’t be anything less than jaw-dropping.” 

The woman’s eyes flicked briefly to the sleek black card still clutched in Rook’s hand, a brief but unmistakable glint of recognition flashing through her expression before it warmed when she took in the uncomfortable stance and flicker of nerves on Rook’s face. "Ah, I see. Well then ladies, if you’ll follow me, let’s see what we can do for you.”

She turned on her heel and gestured for them to follow. As Bellara continued her frantic dance around the boutique, grabbing at just about anything that caught her eye, the saleswoman wasted no time in guiding Rook deeper. Neve followed behind, a smirk still playing on her lips as they wove between displays of glimmering gowns and cascading silks.

The saleswoman turned to Rook with a kind but knowing expression. "So, tell me, dear - do you have a preference for color? Fabric?” 

Rook couldn’t hide her hesitation, her fingers brushing over the rich textures around her before she spoke. "I—uh. I don’t really know. I usually end up just picking whatever fits."

Bellara groaned audibly from across the room. "Rook, come on! This is your moment! Go big, be dramatic.”

Neve chuckled. "She’s right, you know. If there was ever a time to be extra, it’s now."

The saleswoman nodded approvingly. "Indeed. Let’s start simple—bold colors, or soft and understated? Something that makes a statement, or something that whispers elegance?"

Rook exhaled, still a little overwhelmed. "I… I guess something elegant.”

Neve crossed her arms, tilting her head. "And what about details? Lace, beading, embroidery?"

She bit her lip. "I don’t know, really. I’ve never had to do anything like this before."

"Your hopeless," Bellara interjected, waving her hands as she finally came over to join them, "tell us this then - do you want to drive him crazy, or do you want to just look pretty?"

Rook shot her a glare, though the heat creeping up her neck betrayed her. "Bell!"

Neve snickered. "It’s a valid question, Rook."

Rook shifted her weight. "I mean… I don’t want to be boring.” Her thoughts quickly went back to Emmrich’s earlier words and her cheeks flushed. “Maybe something with… a low back? Or, um, a thigh split?"

The woman chuckled before stepping aside so that Rook could step into the spacious dressing area, lined with plush seating and full-length mirrors that did nothing to hide the blush turning her normally fair skin red. She remained standing as Neve and Bellara spread out across the room, dropping happily into the seats as their expectant gazes turned to her. 

The saleswoman turned back to her. “You have nothing to worry about, dear. I have a few ideas.”

The first dress that she brought out was a deep navy, the fabric clinging in all the right places as the neckline plunged scandalously low.

Bellara wolf-whistled when Rook stepped out, arms straight by her side as she frowned into the nearest mirror. “Digging the mermaid goddess vibe.”

Rook continued to frown at the reflection, hands pulling at the low neckline before Neve took pity on her. “You’ve never really been fond of blue.”

The next to come was a pretty lace option, in something the sales woman described as champagne. It was pretty, delicate. But it was Bellara’s turn to frown as she wrinkled her nose. “It’s… too bridal. We’re not wedding shopping.”

Then a sculpted, red gown followed. With its dramatic structure and small train it looked like it belonged on a red carpet.

Rook stared at herself. “I feel like I’m about to accept an award.”

Neve hummed as she leant forward, elbows resting on her knees as she tipped her head to the side. “You do look intimidating but I don’t think thats quite the look we’re aiming for.”

Just as she started to feel defeated, the saleswoman returned with one last option. Dark emerald satin, a corset like bodice and thigh-high slit - it was as if it had been pulled straight from her head. Rook took the offered gown and moved back behind the curtain - chest fluttering with just a flicker of hope as she shimmied herself into the dress.

The moment she stepped out, Bellara giggled as she kicked her feet. “Oh, he’s going to die.”

Neve smirked. “I think she’s right, Rook - I think that might be the one.”

Rook turned to look at the floor length mirrors. The fabric draped liked it had been poured over her, the deep green making her blue eyes look almost luminescent. The corseted bodice cinched her waist in a way that let her picture Emmrich's hand wrapped her, and the slit over her left thigh revealed just enough to tease. It was beautiful, she admitted to herself as she turned left then right, hands brushing gently over the soft satin. She liked it, a lot. 

Then Bellara stepped forward, flipping up the price tag as she crouched next to her. “Oh my god, did you see this-”

Neve clamped a hand over her mouth, throwing Rook an apologetic glance as she pulled Bellara back. “Not now, Bell.”

Rook sighed as she turned back to the mirror, listening to Neve shush Bellara behind her. There was something about the way the satin smoothed over her skin that felt almost, silly - but she could almost see the way Emmrich’s eyes would caress the neckline where it sat low over the swell of her breasts before trailing down the narrow cinch of her waist. She realised she liked how she felt wearing it but liked the idea of Emmrich seeing her wear it even more.

She turned to face the sales woman again, shoulder back as she nodded in acceptance. “I’ll take it.”

The woman beamed and gestured for her to step back behind the changing curtain. It didn’t take her long to shuffle out of the dress and pull on her clothes - with the dress hung carefully over her arm she moved back into the main space of the large changing room and wordlessly handed it over. Rook watched as the woman walked away, heading back towards the main shop floor, before she turned to see Neve and Bellara talking quietly to each other. 

“Come on then. Before I change my mind.” 

They filed out of the changing room and found the sales woman already waiting at a large counter, the dress now hung nearby on a rail, hidden away beneath an expensive-looking carrier. There was a flicker of hesitation as she approached the counter, the new credit card held stiffly in her hand but with a light prod on the back from Neve she exhaled and swiped the card on the small machine held out to her - for a brief second she hoped it would fail, give her the opportunity to decide this was a mistake and that she was being foolish, but instead the small screen flashed green and the sales woman smiled warmly as she handed over the carrier.

“I hope you enjoy your evening.”

Rook’s eye widened before she nodded quickly. “Thank you.”

As they finally stepped back onto the street, Rook’s new purchase safely in hand, Bellara bounced ahead of them. “Right, I think we’ve got time for you to get your hair done before we get you home to change,” she declared loudly, grabbing her by the wrist before she could protest.

Rook let out a low groan, though there was little conviction behind it. The sky had finally started to darken as a small group of street musicians began playing something soft further down the street.

“I’m serious Rook,” Bellara continued, tugging her along as Neve followed with an amused smirk. “We want Emmrich to forget how to speak when he sees you.”

“Honestly Bell…” Rook muttered, though the corner of her lips twitched in amusement as she let herself be dragged down the now quiet street.

Bellara decided to ignore Rook’s tone as she steered the trio. “You're not fighting us on this babe. You are going to show up at that restaurant looking like an absolute man-destroying vision of sex appeal and I will accept nothing less.”

Neve chuckled as she pulled her phone out of her bag. “She’s not wrong Rook. If you’re doing this, you may as well go all in.”

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Neve and Bellara couldn’t help but watch in amusement as Rook fussed - the newly purchased dress hung from the back of her bedroom door as they lay sprawled out atop her bed. They watched as she paced about the room, picking up piles of clothing before dropping them back onto the floor - Bellara snorted when Rook tripped over a shoe she had kicked out of the way earlier before she righted herself, cheeks flushed as her hands flapped in front of her. 

Some garish pop song played quietly in the background, bubbling through the little speaker that sat hidden on her bedside table - she had been like this since they had arrived back at the apartment, all nerves and nonsense chatter. 

Rook did her best to ignore the pair as she tried to pretend that she wasn’t avoiding the dress despite how her eyes kept getting drawn back to the green satin with every other step. She couldn’t understand why she was so nervous, he was just taking her out for dinner she told herself - it wasn’t as if the man hadn’t buried himself deep inside her as he pressed her into the very door the dress hung from.

Bellara, sprawled lazily atop the bed, laughed when Rook went to move a pile of text books this time. “Your going to combust if you don’t calm down.”

“I am calm,” she muttered as she let the books fall back to the floor - she folded her arms over her chest as she spun to face the pair. “It’s just dinner - why wouldn’t I be calm?”

It was Neve’s turn to laugh as she propped herself up against the headboard, a chipped mug, filled with the wine they had bought from the little shop at the end of her street, held loosely in one hand. “If it’s just dinner then why don’t you finally put your dress on - there is a reason why you bought it.”

Bellara smirked as she propped herself up onto her elbow. “Yeah, a very-rich, very attractive reason.”

She groaned. “You two aren’t helping.”

The pair laughed as Rook finally stopped pacing. “I think you’ll find we’re helping plenty.”

With a deep breath Rook carefully removed the dress from it hanger on the door - she waved a hand at Bellara and Neve before she pulled the door open with a brow lifted. The two complained lightly but climbed off the bed, mugs of wine going with them as they drifted out of the bedroom, their steps light as they headed for the lounge. She heard Bellara coo, Mandrake clearly having made his presence known. Letting the door shut softly she took a few steps back, mindful of the cluttered floor space as she turned to drape the dress over her bed. 

It didn’t take her long to strip out of her clothes, the discarded items quickly added to one of the many piles already scattered across the floor. She moved to the set of drawers that sat beneath the only window in the room and with shaky hands she pulled out the nicest set of underwear she owned - the strapless bra and panties were a favourite of hers, the delicate lilac coloured lace hid nothing and felt sinful against her skin though she rarely had the opportunity to wear them. 

Once she had switched into the nicer underwear she reached for the dress, fingers loosening the back of the bodice before she let herself shimmy into it - the corset like bodice was snug against the swell of her breasts as the floor length skirt hugged her hips. She reached around, tightening the laces of the back as best she could before she shuffled to the door. 

“Neve,” she called out down the hallway as she half stepped out. “I need your hands.”

Mug still in hand, Neve reappeared from the lounge and wandered back towards her before she gestured for Rook to spin. Her hands made light work, the bodice tightening with each gentle pull until she was happy - she patted Rook lightly on her hips before she stepped back. 

“Your shoes and bag are in the lounge with Bell. Do you need anything else from your room?”

Rook shook her head, silver hair falling in soft waves down her back as she turned to face Neve. “I don’t think so, as long as I didn’t forget to put my phone in there, I should be good to go.”

“Come on then.”

Bellara, as was usual for her, had her legs up over the couch as she muttered quietly to Mandrake who had settled himself on her lap. She looked up when Neve walked back into the lounge, Rook stepping in behind her. She whistled. 

“If that man doesn’t melt at the sight of you then he is clearly broken .”

Rook smirked as she bent to pick up the shoes she had picked out earlier - propping herself up on the arm of the couch she slipped the heels on. “Thanks Bell.”

Just then the buzz of a phone filled the air. Bellara tipped over slightly to reach for the small bag that sat on the low coffee table, her hand rummaging within it - with a noise of success she pulled out Rook’s phone and read out the notification. 

“It’s from the car service - looks like they should be pulling up any second now.”

Rook exhaled sharply, stomach flipping. "Well. That’s my cue to panic."

Neve rolled her eyes fondly as she took the outstretched bag and phone from Bellara - she handed them to Rook as she let her eyes move over her for one final check. "That’s your cue to breathe." 

Rook took it, running her fingers over the soft material before she tucked it under her arm - she could feel the edges of the small box carrying the jewelery Emmrich had gifted her.

Bellara, grinning ear to ear as she dislodged Mandrake, stood and moved to sling an arm around Rook’s waist as she steered her toward the door. "Alright, out you go before I decide to go in your place."

Neve rolled her eyes as she followed them.

They descended the stairs together, talking quietly as they stepped out into the cool night air. Parked just in front of the apartment building was a sleek black car, the kind that they were used to seeing on news channels and reality dramas. The smartly dressed driver stood beside the open door, waiting patiently as he watched them approach.

Rook hesitated for just a second before Neve nudged her gently. "Enjoy yourself. Don’t over think it. Well maybe… don’t enjoy yourself too much."

Bellara snickered. "Actually, I say enjoy yourself plenty. You know I am going to want all the details later."

Rook groaned but laughed anyway as she stepped forward, allowing the driver to guide her into the car. She barely had time to settle into the plush leather seats before the door clicked shut, sealing her in with the smell of fresh leather and the quiet hum of the engine.

She heard her phone ping as the car began to pull away. 

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griffinsarecool: niceeee Rook

immadeadliftyourgirl: the green is good. hey did you guys know dragons have a mating display that involves color preference?

crimeandcoffee30: please stop before she throws herself out of the car…

Rook groaned, dropping her face into her hands as messages continued to roll into the group chat - she muted her phone after a particularly naughty comment by Bellara and dropped it into her bag.

The drive was quiet, the streets lights blurring past as the car made its way through the city. Every few minutes, her phone vibrated with more messages, most of which she ignored aside the one from Emmrich who wanted to make sure that her journey was going smoothly.  Before long she found them pulling up at the restaurant, the car rolling to a stop beneath the towering building, lit up by the elegant lights spread across the outside. 

The door swung open before she could even reach for the handle - she looked up, mouth opening to thank the driver but instead she saw Emmrich. 

In his perfectly tailored black suit, the faint hint of embroidery just visible in the dark of the evening, he was a sight - his silver streaked hair was combed back neatly and the slim cut of the suit somehow made him look even taller. 

She couldn’t hide the swallow as his gaze trailed over her as she climbed out of the car. The slow smirk that tugged at his lips made her stomach twist when his eyes traced across the cinch of her waist and the curve of her hips and she couldn’t help but blush when she saw his eyes darken when he spotted a pale thigh peek through the slit of the skirt.

He held out a hand. “Darling.”

Her fingers had barely settled against his palm before he lifted her hand to his lips, pressing a warm, lingering kiss to the knuckles.

Her breath hitched. "You’re staring."

"I intend to do far more than that," Emmrich murmured, low, just for her ears. Then, with a practiced ease, he tucked her arm into his, drawing her close to his side as he led her towards the entrance. "Come.”

The restaurant’s doors opened before them smoothly, exposing the intimate glow of candlelight and the hush of the quiet murmur within. The air inside was heavy with the scent of warm spices and perfume. She could hear the soft music humming in the background, threading through the delicate clink of crystal and rustle of clothing.

As they stepped inside, Rook was immediately aware of the way heads turned. Glances, some fleeting, others lingering, slid toward Emmrich. It was impossible not to notice the way he carried himself, his tall form commanding attention with ease. She didn’t miss the way those same eyes would then trail over her, wondering who she was to be standing at his side.

She felt her stomach tighten as the weight of scrutiny settled over her skin like a heavy mist. It unnerved her. But before her panic could take root she felt Emmrich’s hold on her arm firm. His fingers pressed against hers, grounding her, a silent reminder that she did not need to shrink beneath their gazes.

He leaned in, mouth brushing against the shell of her ear. "Breath, darling.” 

The maître d’ greeted them with a smooth bow, his gaze flicking briefly between them. “Monsieur Volkarin, it is a pleasure to welcome you back. Your table is ready." 

Emmrich gave the man a courteous nod, his hand resting lightly against Rook’s lower back as they were led deeper into the restaurant. The quiet murmur of conversation filled the air though Rook could still feel the weight of the assessing gazes sweeping over them - she tried not to let herself shrink under the attention. She was 29, her 30th birthday was only a few months away, after all, not some idealistic 18 year old - but despite that it was hard to keep her head high under all the scrutiny. 

She convinced herself that she could hear the faint whispers of the other patrons as they wound their way through the softly illuminated space. 

“Is that Professor Volkarin - I though he was still away with the latest V.R.I.E expedition?”

“Did you see the girl at his side?”

“Does she even look old enough to be out at such an hour?”

“What do you mean good for him? She’s young enough-“

She flinched when the warmth of Emmrich’s palm pressed firmer into the small of her back but quickly relaxed - he had seen the tension in her shoulders and pulled her just a little closer as if to steady her. He leaned down as they walked, his voice soft. “Focus on me.” 

His words, whilst calm, were edged with something that bordered on possessive - it sent a pleasant shiver down her spine, and she let out a slow exhale as she focused instead on the warmth of his touch. The maître d’ gestured towards a secluded table tucked away in a little alcove, sat beneath a large window that looked out over the softly lit garden below. It felt intimate, away from the bustle of the main restaurant whilst not being removed from the grandeur or warmth. The table had been set with an obvious meticulousness with its gleaming silver and a single delicate candle that flickered at the center.

Ever the gentleman, Emmrich pulled out a chair for Rook, waiting patiently as she lowered herself into before he pushed it in smoothly. Just as she made to settle her hands into her lap she felt the press of his lips against her bare shoulder - warm, though fleeting but it was enough to send a little rush of heat up her spine. 

She could feel her pulse fluttering as she turned her head to watch him round the table before he folded himself into his own seat. In an effort to steady herself she took a deep breath, hands reaching to fiddle with the napkin on the table in front of her. She smiled softly when she met his gaze. “How was your trip?”

He sighed, his posture relaxing as he adjusted his cuffs. “Long. Exhausting. And utterly intolerable without you nearby.” Her breath hitched at his words, something curling deep in her chest with the heated but sincere tone. “I have hope that we may actually be able to start finalising our latest research study - the use of mycelium caskets which are designed with the goal of encouraging rapid but natural decomposition and reintegration. The current prototypes we have are showing very promising results but we still have a challenge with the balancing of preservation and sustainable breakdown.”

Rook leaned forward, hands flat on the table, as she found herself drawn into the topic. “Is this with the involvement of fungal networking - we have a lecture on mycorrhizal symbioses next term.”

Emmrich smiled at her enthusiasm - her shared interest in his field of study still thrilled him and it was a delight to be able to speak freely of his work without worrying that the other party was merely humouring him. “Yes, exactly. The team is currently working alongside several researchers who specialise in that field - their goal is to create a functioning burial system that will not only nourish the land but also allow for seamless integration with the native flora.”

With her earlier nerves forgotten Rook nodded eagerly. “I mean that would be incredible - if it was successful it would allow for a completely revolutionised approach to mortality from an ecological standpoint.”

She blinked, his gaze suddenly heavy with something she couldn’t quite name as she watched his fingers tap idly on the tablecloth. “I find myself as always delighted by your interest, my dear.”

She raised a brow, head tilting slightly. “Why?”

“It is easy for most to simply nod politely as they feign interest in my work - but you truly appreciate what it is we are trying to achieve. You care.” 

Rook the familiar flush settle over her cheeks as he continued to watch her. The moment was broken when one of the wait-staff arrived with two leather bound menus. Emmrich let his gaze follow the flicker of her eyes as read the small print of the menu - he raised a brow when she murmured quietly to herself before she looked up in delight. “They have an entire vegetarian section!”

“You don’t eat meat?”

“Not in years,” she admitted, smiling a little when she was met by his quiet delight. “I take it you don’t either?”

“No,” he confirmed, the corners of his mouth lifting in satisfaction. “Though the lifestyle has grown in popularity over the last few years, it is still rare to meet others who follow the principles as strictly as I do.”

She smiled again. “Well then, I’m glad I was able to surprise you.”

“My dear, you continue to surprise me in the most delightful ways.” He reached for his own menu, eyes skimming the page with ease. “If I may, I’d be happy to share some recommendations. Everything is wonderful, of course, but the truffle risotto really is exquisite, though they have a butternut velouté that is a personal favourite of mine.”

Rook heard herself hum, as she propped her chin onto hand. “You seem well acquainted with the menu here.”

He nodded. “It is not uncommon for me to dine here, especially if I have business that requires a more formal setting. It is one of the few locations in this city that still values quality and service over pretense.” He glanced up, a knowing gleam in his eye. “Their extensive wine list is also most enjoyable, despite the expense.”

When the waitress returned Rook, feeling indulgent, allowed Emmrich to order for her - she listened as he spoke with young woman, his Orlesian flawless to her ears. She looked down, after the waitress had left, when she felt the warmth of Emmrich’s fingers slipping over hers where they rested on the table. She hadn’t even realised she been fidgeting with the cloth. 

“Relax,” he murmured, his thumb brushing gently over her knuckles. “There is no need to be nervous.” His touch was soft but steady, grounding her though it did little to quiet the restless warmth pooling in her belly. 

She huffed, though the sound was light. “I’m fine.”

He laughed. “You are a terrible liar, my dear.”

Rook smiled when he laced his fingers through hers as he continued. “Have I told you yet how exquisite you look tonight?” She watched as his eyes traced the curve of her collarbone before drifting down to the swell of her chest, teasingly hidden beneath her neckline. “That dress is positively tempting.”

Heat flared across her cheeks. “Well, someone gave me some rather helpful advice earlier - I had hoped it would impress.”

The curl of his mouth was almost sinful, as he let his fingers continue to brush over hers. “I must be sure to thank this individual - they have done me a great service.”

Before she could sputter out a response, their wine arrived, poured smoothly by a polite but quiet sommelier - it was quickly followed by the arrival of a large chested, clearly Orlesian, man dressed in the unmistakable whites of a chef. 

“Ah, Monsieur Volkarin, cela fait trop longtemps”

Rook blinked in surprise when Emmrich stood to greet the man. She watched as he shook the extended hand, familiarity in the exchange.

“It has indeed been too long, Evrard. It is a pleasure as always.”

“C'est absurde - nous sommes ravis de pouvoir compter sur votre soutien.” The chef’s keen gaze quickly flickered to Rook as a knowing smile crossed his lips as he smoothly switched tongues. “Who is your lovely guest this evening?”

There was a moment of hesitation, her face once more shadowed with nerves, before she felt his fingers tighten around hers. “Sable, my dear, this is Evrard - he is the Chef de Cuisine here at La Chantrie. And an old friend.”

“Tu me flattes, Emmrich.”

Rook couldn’t help but be won over the warm charm and dipped her head politely when he bowed. Her eyes widened when he reached for her other hand, Emmrich lowering himself back into his seat. “A pleasure. You must be special indeed - our dear professor here never brings company.”

Rook blushed at not so subtle compliment, glancing at Emmrich to find him looking mildly embarrassed yet… pleased?

“I do, on occasion,” he muttered, earning an amused look from the chef.

“It is a rare thing then.” Evrard chuckled before clasping his hands together behind his back. “Well, I shall leave you both to your meal. Amusez-vous bien, s'il vous plaît.”

As he left, Rook turned her gaze back to Emmrich, who was now watching her with an unreadable expression.

“You really don’t bring people here?” she asked, a flicker of something soft blooming in her chest.

He smiled as he lifted her hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss against her knuckles. “I do now.”

That feeling in her chest deepened, burning into something richer than before as she let her fingers curl tightly around his.

Their meal passed in a quiet haze, the conversation flowing between stolen glances and softly-spoken words. The weight of their week apart lingered between them, palpable in the way Emmrich’s long fingers traced the rim of his wine glass as he listened to Rook speak and in the way she found herself leaning toward him, drawn like a moth to a flame.

After their plates were cleared away, the waitress returned to inquire about their interest in dessert. Emmrich declined but when Rook’s gaze lingered on the menu, her lips pressing together in contemplation, he tilted his head curiously.

“Is there something you’d like to try?”

She hesitated. “The hazelnut torte sounds… nice.”

At that, Emmrich hummed, his gaze meeting hers. “A fine choice.”

She arched a brow. “Oh?”

Emmrich leaned back in his chair. “It was one of my mother’s favorites.” He paused, swirling the last remnants of wine in his glass. “She used to make it for me when I was young. A tradition of sorts—one I haven’t indulged in for quite some time.”

Rook blinked, caught off guard by the unexpected glimpse into his past. Emmrich rarely spoke of his childhood. And though she knew that his parents had both died rather tragically when he young, he rarely spoke it and when he did it was often with a bittersweet tone. 

She could feel the weight of it, the quiet significance in his words. “Then I’d like to try it,” she said gently.

His eyes warmed, and with a subtle gesture to the waitress, the dessert was ordered.

Emmrich reached for her hand after the waitress had left, his fingers warm as they curled around hers. “I’ve missed you,” he admitted.

“It’s only been a week.”

His thumb traced along her knuckles, a slow, deliberate movement that sent a shiver down her spine. “A week too long.”

Rook swallowed, her breath catching as his gaze locked onto hers. She still had no idea how he could make something as simple as holding her hand feel so unraveling.

Before she could speak her dessert arrived. Emmrich made no move to take a bite instead leaning back in his chair, content to watch as she took the first bite. It melted on her tongue and a quiet hum of approval escaped her before she could stop it.

His smirk deepened. “Good?”

She shot him a weak glare as she licked a stray crumb from the corner of her mouth. He followed the movement, his eyes wide with interest. “You already knew it would be.”

“Perhaps.” He leaned forward, resting his chin on his palm. “But I did rather enjoy watching you enjoy it.”

She suddenly felt very warm. It did not take her long to finish the dessert and it was with a small sigh of happiness that she sat back in her seat, plate empty - it was only then that she finally remembered the small box in her bag. Emmrich watched with interest as she picked up the bag from where she had placed it on an empty seat, a hand disappearing inside before she pulled out the box he had asked her to bring.

“You brought them.”

She nodded before placing it on the table between them. “You did ask so nicely.”

Emmrich stood, moving around the table with an unhurried ease as she gently lifted the lid. He took the seat beside her - the air shifting as he plucked the necklace from the box and let it hang between them, the delicate gold band catching the candlelight.

She tensed at the first touch of his hands, her head tilting slightly as he wrapped the cool metal around her throat. His fingers brushed against her skin as he fastened the clasp, trailing briefly over a spot where he could feel her pulse throb.

She exhaled sharply, drowning in the intimacy of the moment. “Emmrich-“

He hushed her with a quiet hum, even as he reached again for the box. The ear cuffs were just as beautiful,  the intricate golden strands shaped to sit perfectly against the pointed tips of her ears. He smirked when her ears twitched under his fingers. “So sensitive,” he murmured approvingly. He carefully adjusted each cuff, his movements slow, teasing. “Perfect.”

She exhaled a shaky breath, feeling dazed under his attention. “You didn’t have to-”

”I wanted to,” he interrupted smoothly.

Before she could respond, he leaned down, pressing the barest hint of a kiss against her throat, just beneath where the necklace now sat. It was nothing more than a whisper of contact, but she still shivered.

“I think I’d like to leave now,” he said against her skin. All she could manage was a small nod.

Emmrich signaled the waitress, settling the bill without so much as a glance at the number before he offered her his hand. She took it, allowing him to pull her to her feet. He glanced out the window, taking in the darkness of the late hour and shrugged off his suit jacket, draping it over her shoulders as she took in the way his scent wrapped around her.

“Your chariot awaits,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her temple before he began to lead her towards the exit.

They had barely made it a few steps when a voice cut through the low murmur of the restaurant. 

“Volkarin.”

The shift in Emmrich was immediate, his spine stiffening as the easy warmth in his expression cooled into something heavier. Rook glanced up at him, then followed his gaze to a table further into the restaurant.

A man, older, sharply dressed, rose from his seat. His expression was neutral, but there was something assessing in his gaze as it flickered between Emmrich and Rook.

“I wasn’t expecting to see you tonight,” the man continued, his tone smooth, practiced.

Emmrich’s grip on her waist tightened slightly. “Nor I you,” he replied, polite but distant as he greeted the older man - a senior researcher from one of Nevarra’s competing bio-tech firms.

Rook took a small step back, giving them space as Emmrich spoke with him in low, clipped tones. She was content to wait, though the weight of lingering stares had returned now that she stood alone.

And then—she felt it. A gaze heavier than the rest.

The sensation of being watched crawled up her spine and her eyes scanned across the room, drifting over unfamiliar faces until they landed on one. There, seated alone near the back of the restaurant at a shadowed table, was a woman. She was older, her dark hair threaded with silver, her elegant but severe features hidden partially behind an odd pair of tinted goggle-like glasses.

Though her eyes were obscured, she was sure the woman was staring directly at her.

Rook’s stomach curled in unease.

“Enjoy your evening.” Emmrich’s voice was steady, but there was a sharpness to it now. She felt his hand return to her waist and she looked up at him. She heard his breath catch and frowned when she saw the way his expression darkened, his gaze now settled on the woman.

She pressed her hand to his chest lightly, drawing his attention back to her. “Emmrich?”

For a moment, he said nothing though she saw the subtle shift in his jaw, felt the way his fingers flexed against her waist. Then he exhaled and shook his head. “It’s nothing, my dear,” he murmured, his expression smoothing into something softer.

He guided her toward the exit without another word, his arm firm around her waist. Rook didn’t see him glance back over his shoulder to meet the womans gaze once more but she let him pull her closer - she couldn’t however shake the feeling that they had just left something… unfinished.

It was cold outside. Emmrich didn’t seem to notice the chill as he made sure that Rook was tucked firmly into his side in attempt to shield her from the wind as they stood on at the bottom of the steps leading up to the restaurant. A few feet away a sleek black car idled, the purr of its engine loud as it waited for them. 

He exhaled slowly, watching as his breath fogged in the cold night air. “Come home with me,” he asked, his voice low, as much a plea as it was a suggestion. “You do not have to. But I want you to.”

She tipped her head up so that she could meet his gaze. Something in his eyes tugged at her as he stared down at her. “Ok.”

The tension in his shoulders eased, just slightly. “Thank you.”

The cold bit at her exposed skin, and she huddled closer into him, chasing his warmth. He frowned as he settled the jacket tighter around her before leading her towards the waiting car, his hand warm against her lower back. She barely had chance to settle into the soft leather seats before he rounded the other side and joined her, the door clicking shut behind him, sealing them into the quiet hum of the car.

The journey was brief, filled with a thick silence. Emmrich’s fingers traced lazy circles against her wrist where he held her hand. His gaze was distant as he stared out the window, the streets speeding past in a blur. Though his breathing was slow, measured, something about the way his jaw tensed worried Rook - she could feel the way his grip would occasionally tense around her fingers, like he was trying to steady himself.

When they arrived outside his townhouse, he wasted no time ushering her inside. The warmth of the foyer wrapped around them like a cocoon, a relief from the lingering chill clinging to her skin. Rook crouched to greet Manfred as Emmrich locked the front door behind them. His movements were hurried as he fumbled with the lock for a moment before it slid shut - he checked the latch, once then twice before he took her hand again and led her upstairs without a word.

The silence was different now, heavier. She watched him carefully as they entered his bedroom, the tension in his frame unmissable. He moved quickly, striding to the window, checking the lock before drawing the thick curtains closed. The moment the fabric settled, he stilled.

Rook hesitated at the door, watching him from across the room. "Emmrich?"

He didn’t answer. His hands flexed at his sides before they moved to tug at the buttons of his shirt - in his hurry to undo them, to loosen the collar, he pulled too hard and she heard the snap of thread from across the room as several buttons fell, scattering across the floor. He stopped, his arms falling to his sides. Slowly he turned, his eyes finding hers, and for a moment, she forgot how to breathe. There was something in his gaze, something raw, pained and barely restrained.

She took a cautious step toward him. "Are you-"

Before she could finish, he closed the distance between them.

His mouth was on hers. The kiss was desperate. Angry. His tongue demanded entry as his fingers threaded roughly through her hair, forcing her to arch her neck to try and ease the sudden ache - she whimpered against him when his tongue licked into her mouth as if seeking something out and her hands came up to wrap around his wrists, fingers curling amongst his many bracelets. 

Rook gasped when his hands released their grip on her hair, though his kiss did not let up. She could feel the slick of his lips as they moved over hers and shuddered when his hands suddenly wrapped themselves around her waist, fingers clenching against her. He backed them up towards the bed and breathed in the whimper that left her when the backs of her knees hit the mattress.

His chest heaved when he finally broke away from the kiss, though it was merely to spin her so that his fingers could pull at the laces of her dress. Once they were loose enough the fabric slid from her shoulders, pooling at her feet as he turned her face him again.

She tried to get him to look at her but his gaze was vacant, dazed, as his hands pressed against her flushed skin, warm against the spread of her ribs as he steered her up onto the bed. She shuffled over the sheets as he climbed over her, his weight pressing her down, caging her in.

“Emmrich-“

His mouth sealed over her again, swallowing her words as his fingers pressed into her skin.  She felt his knees push against her thighs, spreading her legs as he settled his weight between them.

"Emmrich—" she tried, her fingers threading into his hair, tugging lightly as she broke the kiss. He didn’t hear her, or couldn’t, as he reached for the fastening of his trousers, fingers fumbling over the zipper as he pulled himself free from his underwear. Rook shivered when he tangled a hand back into her hair, she could feel the heat of his breath, warm and wet against her skin as he pressed his face into her neck - when he touched her, fingers pulling the fabric of her panties aside she shuddered, his movements quick as he sank them into her warmth. He thrust his fingers in once, twice, then a third time, stretching her before he positioned himself at her entrance. 

They both groaned as he pushed in. Rook let her fingers pull at his hair, her grip tight as he continued to breathe heavily against her throat - she felt him shudder against her, his hips not moving once he had settled himself in to the hilt. His free hand came to rest on the sheets next to her head, fingers curling into fabric as he refused to move. 

Rook though he meant to say something, felt his lips move against her throat but there was no sound, just the warmth of his breath as he trembled against her. Then, she felt it. The damp on her neck - his tears fell silently as his face pressed closer and she loosened her grip on his hair, fingers rubbing gently over his scalp as she reached to clutch at the muscles of his back.

Her legs shifted, hips sinking lower into the bed as she wrapped them around his lower back, ankles crossing against the base of his spine as she cradled him. 

“Oh, Emmrich.” Her voice cracked as he continued to cry, still buried deep inside her. The room was silent bar the wet sobs he could no longer hold in and it was all she could to try and steady his shaking form. The hand on his back moved, drifting up to where the collar of his shirt hung loose against his neck and she pressed her palm into the skin there. 

“Look at me.”

When he didn’t move she reached for his face, the hand that had been tangled in his hair cupping his cheek and she lifted him from her neck to meet her gaze. His eyes closed, shame reddening his features.

“Don’t you dare hide from me,” her voice was low as she brushed her thumb across his damp cheek. “Look at me, Emmrich.”

Rook watched as his lashes fluttered against his cheeks before his eyes opened again. His sobbing had slowed, his lips parted as he sucked in a heavy breath. 

“I’m so sor-“

She shook her head, his fingers loosening in her hair as she shushed him. Her thumb continued to brush over his cheek as she let go of his neck, mirroring the hold until she had his face held directly over hers. 

“Your safe,” she whispered the words softly. “I’m here and your safe.”

His breath caught in his throat as she tipped her head up, pressing a kiss to the almost feverish warmth of his cheek. She drew his head down until his forehead rested against hers, his mouth brushing over hers as she continued. 

“This will be okay, Emmrich - you will be okay.”

“I’ve got you.”

Rook felt the rise of his chest slow, matching her breath for breath, and pressed a soft kiss to his mouth before she moved - he gasped into her as she used her legs, still crossed over his spine, to push him deeper. 

“What are yo-“

“Just breathe, Emmrich.”

He couldn’t stop his eyes from closing again as she kissed him, gentle little presses of her lips against his as she encouraged him to move. It was slow, unhurried, as she helped him pull out before her heels dug in again - he moaned into her mouth when her back arched underneath him. She didn’t speak again, just held him as she let him seek his release, his hips moving on their own now - it didn’t take long, a few slow thrusts deep into her warmth before he stilled, hands curling into the sheets next to her head as he emptied inside her. 

“I’ve got you.”

Rook felt his shoulders shake as he started to cry again, and pushed up with her hips to move him - his arms wrapped around her back as she rolled him onto his side, curling into his chest as he slipped out of her. She paid no attention to the mess on her thighs as she let him bury his face back into the curve of her neck. 

His body trembled when she twisted and his hands clutched at her as if he thought she was trying to free herself. “Please stay,” his voice was horse between sobs. “Please.”

Rook cradled his head again as she finished adjusting her limbs, legs tangling through his and let her free hand trace down his back.  “I’m not going anywhere, Emmrich.”

***

He woke to warmth. 

The room was dark, still, as he felt the warmth wrap around him. He could feel her. Rook. Still curled into him as her chest rose slowly, her breath soft and even as her limbs remained tangled with his. 

She had stayed. 

His throat tightened. 

It should have comforted him, the fact that she had stayed and not fled after he had fallen asleep, wrapped around her but instead he felt his chest seize as the memories began to rush back. He felt like he was suffocating. 

He remembered seeing Johanna in the restaurant, her cold gaze clear across the room despite those ridiculous glasses she wore. He remembered the feeling of dread as he had hurried to lock the door after they had arrived back. He remembered the way he had manhandled the precious woman pressed close to him. He remembered how he had all but forced himself upon her after pushing her onto the bed. 

Shame tore through him as the vice around his chest constricted and he felt the weight of his actions come crashing down around him as his vision began to blur. 

What had he done?

He tried to control the trembling of his limbs as his breathing hitched but he was convinced the slamming of his heart against his ribs would wake her as it tried to claw its way out from his chest. 

He had forced himself on her. 

There was no other way to describe. No other label his actions could be given. No way of excusing what he had done. 

It did not matter that he knew she had kissed him back and let him take what he though he so desperately needed. 

All that mattered what that he had taken it in the first place. 

His hands fell against the sheets as his fingers bit into his palms - he couldn’t stop the shudder that ran through him, or the next. His breath became ragged, coming in quick, pained gasps that he couldn’t control. He was being crushed by the shame that pressed into his chest. 

Emmrich desperately tried not to disturb Rook as she continued to sleep, her hands held between her chin and his chest as she curled deeper into him but the panic continued to climb. 

Why had she stayed?

He hadn’t seen her in those moments - hadn’t stopped himself from taking everything she had and yet she had stayed. He felt her shift when his body tensed - he felt like he was choking on something, something unrelenting and cruel. 

A quiet inhale. 

A soft murmur of his name. 

He didn’t register the movement until soft hands pressed firmly against his frantically rising ribs. She whispered his name again, softer, steadier. 

“Emmrich.”

He felt his breath catch in his throat, it hurt. A hand reached up to cup his jaw, her touch warm as it tried to ground him, tilting his face downwards so that he could meet her blue gaze - he flinched and tried to turn away. 

“Look at me,” she murmured, voice still heavy with sleep. 

He felt his vision blur again, his chest stuttered - but he did. He tried to. 

“Breathe with me,” she whispered as she exhaled slowly.

He tried. Maker, he tried.

His ribs felt too tight, too constricted to obey. But she stayed with him, her own chest rising and falling in steady, slow motions.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

The panic didn’t disappear - not completely - but it faded at the edges, softened enough for him to notice the warmth of her hand against his cheek as she tried to keep him anchored.

Rook didn’t speak at first, just held him until she felt him finally start to relax. She let his breathing settle before she shifted and tucked her face into his chest. “You’re safe,” she whispered as she pressed a small kiss to the bare skin where his shirt had moved in his sleep. “I’ve got you.”

He exhaled sharply. 

"I hurt you." His voice cracked as he clenched his hands. "Rook, I-Maker, I hurt you. I saw her. I saw her and I used you, I hurt you-“ His jaw clenched when he shuddered. “I hurt you and I didn’t mean to. I’m so sor-“

"You didn’t hurt me," she said, softly, but firmly.

Emmrich let out a sharp, hollow laugh. "Don’t-don’t do that," he whispered, shaking his head, his hair falling loose against his forehead as he pressed his eyes closed. "Don’t-protect me from what I did. Don’t make it sound like it was okay-"

He felt his throat tighten again as he tried to swallow back grief that threatened to pour out. He went to shake his head again but stopped when he felt the soft press of her hand against his jaw as she refused to let him sink.

"You don’t understand," he whispered.

"Then help me," she pleaded, voice cracking slightly. "Help me understand."

A long silence stretched between them, filled only by the sound of his unsteady breathing as he opened his eyes, let her gaze meet his as a tear rolled down his cheek before she caught it with her thumb.

“Her name- her name is Johanna. She was my wife.”

Rook felt her breath catch in her chest but refused to move.

Emmrich dragged a hand down his face, fingers tangling with hers. "We were married for five years," he said, voice hoarse as he turned his face into the palm of her hand. "At first, I had thought-" He stopped, chest hitching as he tried to clear his throat. "I thought she loved me."

“I thought she loved me despite her cruelty,” his hesitated, tongue running along his lips to dampen them. “Ours was never a perfect relationship though I believed she did care for me in some way at the beginning - we had shared interests, our passions for work aligned in way I had only dreamed of as a younger man. But she saw me only as a stepping stone - the quickest route to the power and glory that she had always dreamed of.”

He heard the crack in his voice and hated himself more for it. 

“I have had nightmares since I was child, after the death of my parents, and because of that she saw me as broken, weak. It was a mess she no longer had any interest in handling and said I if I just tried harder I wouldn’t be like this.”

Rook inhaled as her fingers tightened around his. 

He let out a breath. "I believed her," he admitted. "I thought-maybe if I just held it together and tried harder, if I could just-be more-" His breathing hitched again, breaking. “She made me feel like I was a burden, like I was unworthy of love because of something I had no control over."

She waited.

Emmrich let out a shaky, bitter laugh. "Turns out she was working with one of my rivals the whole time. Stole my research, sold it to them, and by the time I realised, it was far too late. She tried to take everything from me, tried to ruin me. She nearly-"

His voice broke.

She didn’t hesitate. She cupped his jaw, forcing him to look at her when he went to pull away.

"But she didn’t," she said simply. "She didn’t ruin you, Emmrich."

He let out a breathless, disbelieving laugh. "Didn’t she?"

She shook her head. "No," she whispered, leaning in until their foreheads were pressed together. "No, she didn’t. Because you’re still here.”

Emmrich let out a sharp breath, his eyes fluttering shut. He couldn’t remember the last time someone had fought for him.

Rook kissed him then, soft and careful. "I see you," she whispered against his lips. "I see all of you. And I forgive you. But you need to forgive yourself, too."

Emmrich groaned, his hands coming up to cradle her face. He didn’t kiss her again, couldn’t, not yet. He just held her, like he wasn’t sure he deserved to.

But Rook? She had already decided. She wasn’t going anywhere.

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His body felt heavy as he woke, his eyes peeking open to see the pale light edging around the bedroom curtains - he could feel the stiffness in his limbs, the way his shirt clung to his skin and the cool press of the sheets around him.

Then it all flooded back in a suffocating weight that pressed heavily against his ribs. 

Dinner. Johanna. The journey home. 

Rook. 

His Sable. 

He couldn’t stop the tidal wave of guilt that threatened to drown him - of how he had unraveled so heedlessly and of how desperately he had sought release from the familiar grief in her. She had given him everything, let him take what he thought he needed and for some unknown reason - had stayed, had held him as he wept before falling into a restless sleep. 

Then, a quiet, insidious voice crept into his mind, whispering cruel things as he opened his eyes properly. 

Did she really stay?

Are you sure?

The spot beside him was empty as his fingers curled into the sheets - they were cool, no lingering warmth left in them as if they had long been abandoned. Emmrich did nothing to hide the wet sob that slipped from his lips as he shifted, limbs heavy and slow as he pushed himself up the bed until his back hit the headboard. He could feel the itch of his clothes where they stuck to his sweat drenched skin - his trousers undone and loose around his hips, his shirt half-unbuttoned and slipping over one shoulder. 

Exhaling shakily he drew his knees up and let his elbows rest against them as his hands hung limply. His eyes closed and he forced out several breaths, trying to focus on the slow count between each exhale as he worked through the exercises he had learned as a child. 

Breathe in. Count to four. Hold. Count to four. Exhale. Repeat. 

Even as he breathed, forcing each exhale out through clenched teeth, he couldn’t ignore the whispers that filled his ears. 

You should have expected this.

There was no way she would have stayed, not after that.

You scared her. You ruined it.

His throat tightened as he tried to will away the slow spiral but it felt like he was trying to plug holes in a ship as it slowly sank. It was like the walls were closing in on him, the still air in the room thickening as each breathe still felt too shallow, too ragged. 

Emmrich let his head drop back as he squeezed his eyes shut - trying to ignore the vice wrapping around his ribs as he starts the cycle again. He tries to ignore the tremble of his fingers and the way that he wants to do nothing but curl himself tightly into a ball and never leave his bed again. 

He doesn’t hear the soft murmurs as a voice talks to a cat that his subconscious is telling him he needs to get up and feed. 

He doesn’t hear the gentle pad of feet as they climb up the staircase. 

He doesn’t hear the creak of his bedroom door as it swings open. 

He doesn’t lift his head, not unconvinced that in his exhaustion he imagines the sound of a soft, startled breath from the doorway. 

“Emmrich?”

That he heard. His head snaps up, eyes wide when he see her standing there. Rook is barefoot, her silver hair messy and tangled, and she was wearing one of his shirts - stolen from his wardrobe while he slept. It was too big on her, open at the collar, the fabric brushing against her bare thighs. She looked so soft. She looked like home. 

Rook heard the quiet groan as his hand tangled in the fabric of his trousers at his knees, knuckles pale as he failed to hide the flash of fear, of the sadness that he still hadn’t shaken. 

She stepped quickly across the room, lowering the tray she carried onto his bedside table, the scent of fresh tea and fruit curling in the air, before she climbed up onto the bed. Onto him.

With an odd efficiency she adjusted his limbs so that she could straddle him, her thighs wrapping around his hips as she cradled his face between her small palms as her thumbs brushed over the sharp lines of his cheekbones. His hands landed against her thighs as if to anchor himself. His mind was still struggling to catch up.

She was still here.

“Sable.”

Her name was like a prayer on his lips, whispered with desperation and a wrenching kind of grief.

“You thought I’d left.” It wasn’t a question.

His throat swallowed loudly - he couldn’t lie to her. “Yes.”

She sighed as her fingers brushed his hair back from his forehead, smoothing away the strands that had fallen over his eyes.

“You’re an idiot,” she whispered though there was no cruelty in it. It wasn’t mocking or mean - it was soft, whispered as if to try and soothe away the sadness still written clearly across his face. He let out a breathless, broken laugh. 

“I’m aware.”

Rook leaned in, pressing her forehead to his. “I went to make tea.”

His eyes opened, her light blue gaze fixed on his. The warmth of her, the weight of her as she sank into him - all of it pulled him back from the edge he was sure he would spiral over.

He exhaled sharply. “I don’t deserve you.”

Her hands held his face tighter as she forced him to hold her gaze. “Then I guess it’s a good thing that you aren’t the only one who gets to decide that anymore.”

He though his chest might burst when she kissed him.

It wasn’t like how he had kissed her last night, where his desperation had nearly consumed them whole. It was gentle, soft and wrapped in a patience he didn’t feel he deserved.

She kissed him, the warmth of her mouth against his speaking for her. It told him that she wasn’t afraid of him. That she was still here and had no intention of going anywhere.

His arms wrapped around her, pulling her into his chest as he broke the kiss and buried his face into her neck. He didn’t cry again, his tears spent, as she let him hold onto her, let herself be the thing he needed to ground himself.

Rook traced slow, steady circles against the nape of his neck as he breathed in her scent - the lingering traces of her perfume and smell of her shampoo filling his senses as his breathing finally slowed, his chest no longer feeling like it was in a vice. She felt his body soften under her, the tension easing when his hands moved to trace against the skin of her thighs.  She let her nails scratch gently at his scalp as he let out a slow breath. 

“You are remarkably calm about all of this,” he murmured.

“There really isn’t a lot for me to be upset about,” she said simply, fingers trailing down to cup his jaw, lifting his gaze back to hers. “You were overwhelmed, and that’s not something you should ever feel like you have to apologise for. Not to me.”

“You should be angry with me.”

She huffed, tilting her head slightly though her look was one more of amusement than frustration. “Why? For trusting me enough to let me see you like this? Letting me see you at your worst - I could never be angry at you for that, Emmrich.”

His fingers curled against her skin like he was afraid that if he let go, she might disappear. “I’ve never had someone stay when I’m like this - they all leave.”

She felt a flash of anger at the thought of all the people that must have walked away from him - relationships ended because of something he so desperately needed support with. “I had panic attacks when I was a child,” she admitted quietly. “I used to feel like I was drowning, like I couldn’t breathe and would die but my adoptive parents never made me feel bad about it. Never made me feel like it was something I had to be ashamed of. Why would I do that to you?”

He was silent for a long moment, just watching her, as if he was trying to commit everything she said to memory.

“I don’t deserve you,” he whispered. “I’m nearly twice your age and broken - you shouldn’t have to deal with this.”

Rook blinked at him before her eyes narrowed. “Are you really going to bring that up now?”

A sigh escaped him when he felt himself wither a little under her gaze. “It’s a valid concern, my dear.”

“Stop.” She rolled her eyes, pressing a finger to his mouth before he could continue. “You’re so kind Emmrich. Thoughtful, generous to a fault and you’ve given me everything I’ve asked for without hesitation. You’ve made me feel things I didn’t ever think I would.” Her fingers traced along his lips as she spoke. “And truthfully, you are one of the most beautiful men I’ve ever met.”

A choked laugh escaped him, wet but full of warmth, though a flicker of uncertainty still lingered in his gaze. 

She smirked. “If we’re being completely honest here as well, the age thing? It’s kinda hot.” 

Emmrich choked, his laughter deepening, as he leaned his forehead against hers. “Oh, is it?”

Rook shrugged, the picture of feigned innocence as she sat perched on his lap. “A little.”

She was impossible.

Still curled in his lap, she reached over for the tray she had put down on the bedside table, feeling his hands steady against her as she moved. She handed him a mug, wisps of steam curling up from the amber liquid - it was an old, worn ceramic thing that looked like he’d had it decades. “Drink, before it gets too cold.”

He hummed gratefully as he took the mug, hands curling around the warmth. “This thing has seen better days.”

“So have you.”

The look he gaze her was flat, but fond, and she could only grin as she picked up the plate of sliced fruit and popped a small piece into her mouth. “I’m not much of a cook I’m afraid - but chopping fruit is within my skill set.”

Emmrich didn’t try to hide the flicker of a smile as he took a sip of the tea, content to just watch her. She was still wrapped in his shirt, her waist length hair still tangled and messy where she had pulled it over one shoulder. He accepted the piece of fruit when she held it out to him, their fingers brushing lightly. Then, before he could reach for another, she placed one between her lips and leaned closer, pressing a soft kiss against his mouth.

He sighed against her lips as he took the fruit from her with his teeth. It was soft, intimate, and for the first time in hours, he finally felt at ease.

When they finished, Emmrich exhaled, shifting slightly beneath her. “As much as I would love nothing more than to stay here like this all day, my dear - I need to shower.”

“You really do.

He shook his head, laughing quietly, as he helped her climb off his lap before stepping down off  the bed. “Will you be okay while I shower?”

She nodded. “I’ll take this all down to the kitchen - I can feed Manfred at the same time.”

He pressed a kiss against her hair in thanks as she gathered up the tray before she knocked her hip against his as he walked past to head for the bathroom.

Rook took her time once she was downstairs, letting herself enjoy the quiet of the townhouse as she set their dishes in the sink and disposed of the remaining fruit. She heard the distant hum of the shower start and, for the first time, took in the space around her properly. She wandered over to the lounge, eyes drifting over the framed photographs lining the walls as her fingers traced over the frames.

There were pictures of Emmrich, clearly from his younger years - some in labs, some outside in places she didn’t recognise, there were even a few of him with members of the Mourn Watch. She recognized Myrna and Vorgoth in one, the three of them carefully posed as Emmrich held what looked like an award in his hands. Another photo made her smile - a badly taken photo of Manfred eating a plant, clearly snapped on his phone at some point.

She glanced up when she heard the sound of a door opening and moved to the stairs in time to see Emmrich muttering to himself as he padded back across to the bedroom, towel-drying his hair. She followed, content to lean against the doorway as she watched him pull clothes from his wardrobe. 

His eyes met hers as he buttoned his shirt, raising a brow as he smirked. “Enjoying yourself?”

She shrugged her shoulders before she stepped into the room. “A little.”

He shook his head before he turned to face her fully and gestured toward the velvet box on his dresser. “Would you like to pick out my gold?”

Her eyes lit up. “Gladly.” She went through the collection, pulling out rings and bracelets carefully to examine them before making her choices. He watched with a soft gaze as she fastened each piece, her fingers gentle against his skin.

Once she had finished her task, he reached into the wardrobe, turning back to her after pulling out a neatly folded pile of clothing. “These are for you.”

Rook couldn’t hide the look of surprise as she took the clothing. They were the same sort of things she would have bought herself, he had clearly been paying attention - the jeans were black and ripped at the knees with painstaking care, the crew neck top was her favourite shade of green and there was also a leather jacket that somehow looked as if it was exactly her size. 

“You bought me clothes?”

He rubbed the back of his neck, looking oddly sheepish for a second before he clasped his hands in front of him. “I wanted you to have things here. You always seem to leave in my shirts and it only seemed right for you to have options if you continued to stay overnight.”

She smiled, clutching the clothes to her chest. “Oh, you ridiculously tall softie.”

He flushed but didn’t respond as he motioned for her to get dressed. She let his hands wander as he helped, his fingers buttoning up the fastenings of her jeans as she tucked the bottom of her top in. With the jacket held loosely in one hand, she stretched, glancing out the window where the curtains now hung open. “Did you have plans for today? I don’t have any classes…”

Emmrich took a deep breath. “Well, seeing as you will not allow me to apologies for last night any further,” he hushed her when she went to argue. “I suppose I’ll have to make it up to you the way any proper, what is it Bellara calls me… sugar daddy, should.”

She tilted her head, laughing at his obvious disgust of the term. “And how would that be?”

She was pleased to see his familiar confidence return as he reached for her hand. “I’m taking you shopping.”

“You don’t-”

“Oh, but I do.”

Before she could protest anymore, he kissed her, grinning brightly against her mouth as he pulled her toward the door. “Indulge me, darling girl.”

***

The drive through Nevarra City was slow, the streets crawling with the still early morning traffic, but Emmrich didn’t seem to mind. He had let Rook connect her phone to the cars bluetooth when they had set off and he glanced down to see her leg bouncing along to the music now filling the air.

“Tell me again why I’m letting you do this?” she asked, turning in her seat so that she could look at him, her silver hair catching in the sunlight filtering through the windshield.

Emmrich smirked, eyes not shifting from the road as he let his hand fall to its familiar spot just above her knee. “Because I want to.”

“You want to?” she repeated. “You really want to spend your day following me around stores and wincing over price tags?”

He laugh was light and it made something warm inside her. “I assure you, my dear, watching you spiral will be the absolute highlight of my day.”

Rook groaned, throwing her head back against the seat dramatically as she let her hand fall atop the one now brushing at the rip in her jeans. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And you’re incredibly stubborn,” he shot back smoothly. “Luckily however, I’m more so.”

They continued their back-and-forth until he pulled the car into a private parking area. Her brows lifted as she glanced around at the sleek vehicles surrounding them, all the shiny curves and straight lines screaming of their owners wealth. She continued to look as Emmrich got out with a practiced ease, handing his keys to the young valet who had jogged towards them before rounding the car and opening her door, offering her his hand.

She hesitated. It was only a small pause, a fraction of a second, but he caught it.

His fingers flexed slightly where they hovered in the space between them. “Something wrong?” His voice was softer now, uncertain.

She shook her head quickly, clearing her throat. “No, I just-” She glanced around, feeling an odd weight settle on her chest. “You said that you value your privacy. And now we’re here, and I don’t want you to regret that, being seen out with me…”

“Stop,” he said gently, stepping closer, his warm hand reaching for hers before she could carry on. “There is not a single part of me that could be embarrassed by being seen with you.” His fingers squeezed hers. “You chose to stay with me last night when you could have left. You’re here with me now, so I would like for nothing more than to hold your hand in public and to give you everything you could ever want. Anyone who has a problem with that can be damned.”

Rook breathed softly, the tension in her muscles relaxing under the weight of the surety in his tone. She nodded, and let him lace their fingers together before she squeezed back. “Okay.”

“Good girl.” He smiled, lifting her hand so that he could press a small kiss to her knuckles before leading her forward into the shopping district.

The space was beautiful, polished cobblestone streets lined with high-end boutiques and cafés, the quiet chatter of the wealthy weaving through the air. The entire place smelled of roasted coffee, freshly baked pastries, and expensive perfume - it was a strange counterpart to the normally loud, bustling streets closer to her apartments that were littered with heaving charity shops and screaming children.

As they walked, Rook found herself uncomfortably aware of the glances thrown their way - some curious, some bordering on straight-up disapproval. One particular woman, older, even older than Emmrich, and dressed in something that looked custom-tailored and ridiculously expensive, was staring at them with what she could only describe as thinly veiled scrutiny.

Rook tensed slightly, turning her head away when she unwillingly met the womans gaze. Emmrich felt her stiffen next to him and pulled her closer.

“Don’t let them bother you,” he murmured against her temple. “They’re just bored and in desperate need of something to gossip about.”

Rook huffed a small laugh. “Like us?”

“Exactly like us.” He smirked. “Look at them, all pretending to be above it all, when really, they live for the drama. That one over there,” he gestured subtly with his chin to an obnoxious looking woman hurrying past them, “married into money after she was caught having an affair with her employer. And that gentleman with the cane? He’s currently seeing his brothers mistress, of all people, while his wife is out of the country. It’s all just hypocrisy, really.”

She couldn’t help but laugh, her anxiety fading as he continued his quiet, playful commentary on the lives of Nevarra City’s elite, determined to make it clear that none of them were as perfect as they tried so hard to pretend to be.

They stepped into a café when she mentioned she was thirsty. She leaned into his side as they waited in line - content, happy, when he wrapped his arm around the small of her back.

“What can I get you?” the barista asked with a polite smile, eyes bored as she turned to take their order.

Emmrich barely glanced at the menus pinned up on the walls. “What kinds of tea do you have?”

The young woman rattled off a few options as her fingers danced across the small screen in front of her - his expression souring slightly when they reached the iced teas.

“Iced tea…” he repeated.

Rook snorted. “It’s not a crime, you know, a lot of people like them.”

“It’s an offense to nature,” he muttered, clearly unimpressed with her defense of the concoction. “I’ll have the chamomile and lemongrass. Hot.”

 “And I’ll have a iced strawberry milk tea please.” Rook laughed when she felt the pinch of his fingers against her side.

He exhaled loudly, shaking his head. “Positively criminal.”

As they shuffled down the counter to wait for their drinks, she turned in his arms, her hands resting comfortably on his chest as she tipped her chin up to meet his gaze. “I like you like this,” she teased.

His brow arched sharply, though a small smiled curved the corners of his mouth. “Like what?”

She smirked. “Pretending to be normal.”

His laughter rumbled in his chest. “I’ll have you know I am considered extremley normal by my peers - a leading figure in humble normalcy.” He pinched her again when she merely smirked back up at him.

Their order didn't take long, and she tries not to laugh at his horrified expression upon the arrival of her sugar-filled drink before he takes her hand once more, leading them back out into the polished streets.

“So, my darling,” he said as they walked slowly, winding their way through the flow of shoppers around them, “what would you like to shop for first?”

Rook didn’t respond immediately, her gloss covered lips sealing around her straw to take a small sip before she sighed quietly. “I don’t know.”

He glanced down at her as he pulled her aside to avoid a particularly unaware young man who had weaved too close. “You’re allowed to want things now, you know.”

She shook her head, hair dancing along the back of the leather jacket he had helped her put on before they left - she didn’t answer again until they had settled onto a nearby bench. “To be honest shopping has never really been something I’m very good at. I usually only buy what I really need - and even then I try to avoid it as much as possible.”

He hummed as he sipped his tea, blowing gently across the top of the takeout cup to cool it. “Then let’s start there. What do you need?”

She shrugged. “I mean, my apartment’s fine. But I guess there are things I’ve wanted to replace for a while...”

“Such as?”

She thought for a moment, then sighed. “My coffee maker has been on its last legs for months. I’ve just been waiting for it to finally give up.”

He nodded, encouraging her to continue. “Then we’ll get you a new one.”

She chewed her lip. “I could probably use some new sheets, too - it would be nice to have some that weren’t bought from a charity shop.”

“Done.”

“And… maybe some kitchenware. The second-hand stuff I have does the job, but it’d be nice to have things that actually match.”

Emmrich nodded, silently pleased that she had actually allowed herself to make suggestions. “See? That wasn’t so hard.”

She looked at him then, her face shifting into one of mock seriousness as she pouted. “I still don’t expect you to buy me everything though, you know.”

He just smirked as he pulled her closer over the bench so that he could tap the pocket on her hip where she had hidden her purse earlier. “Then I’ll let you pay. With that shiny new card of yours.”

She rolled her eyes as he stood, hand extended to help her up. “You’re impossible.”

“And you love it.”

Rook groaned but it was a light sound and reached up to take his hand anyway, letting him pull her to her feet as he laughed quietly.

“Come on, darling. Let’s go spend my money.”

Emmrich kept a firm but gentle hold on Rook’s hand, as he guided her through the crowds. Despite the number of people hurrying around them, he made like work of using his tall form to shield her from the push and pull of the crowd.

“Where are you taking me?” she asked, narrowing her eyes at him in suspicion as he steered them with a clear direction in mind. 

“Somewhere I can do nefarious things to you without being disturbed.”

She almost choked on her iced tea, his response said without so much as a twitch of his mustache though she saw the faint hint of a smile. 

“You're ridiculous,” she muttered, taking another, smaller, sip once she had cleared her throat.

Emmrich eyed the drink with mild disgust as he slowed his pace just a little. “You are aware, my dear, aren’t you that, that… drink, does not actually qualify as tea.”

“But it’s delicious.”

“It’s an insult to the art of tea-making.”

She didn’t even try to mask her snort. “You haven’t even tried it.”

“I do not need to try it. I can see the sheer volume of sugar diluting what little actual tea exists in that… abomination.”

She smirked, pulling him to a stop before she stepped in front of him and held out the cup. “Just one sip. It would make me so happy, Emmrich.” 

His lips twitched as he sighed, making out as if he was burdened greatly by her request - he plucked the drink from her hands with a shake of his head and took the smallest possible sip, his nose wrinkling, quite adorably Rook thought to herself, before he handed it back. “Disgusting.”

“You didn’t even taste it!” she accused, laughing as she took the cup from him.

“I tasted enough,” he muttered, before he added grudgingly, “It’s… not as horrid as I thought it would be.”

Her smile was worth it, he thought. “Oh, I’m never letting you forget this.”

“You’re incorrigible.”

“Admit you liked it just a tiny bit.”

He sighed dramatically. “I will admit to no such thing.”

She was still giggling when he led her toward an upscale home goods store, his arm slipping easily back around her waist as they stepped inside. The polished floors gleamed in a way that made their shoes squeak and the scent of fresh linen and expensive wood hung pleasantly in the air. She hesitated for a moment, glancing around at the obviously well thought out displays but his arm guided her forward.

“Look at whatever interests you,” he encouraged, feeling her shift against his side.

“I don’t even know where to start.”

“Well, let’s see what catches your eye, shall we.”

Emmrich was content to let her wander, his gaze following her as she looked from shelf to shelf. When she paused for the first time by a set of delicate glassware that caught her eye, her hand reaching out to brush gently over the pieces, he waved at a nearby salesperson. Within moments, a well-dressed worker appeared, discreetly wheeling a cart beside them. Rook blinked in surprise when the glassware she had been staring at was carefully plucked from the shelf and placed into the cart without a word said.

She couldn’t help but stare at the young man now following them as she felt Emmrich’s gaze settle on her. “This feels a little… excessive.”

“This, darling, is the kind of efficiency that being wealthy affords you.” He leaned down, his lips brushing against the tip of ear as he murmured, “Now stop staring at that poor young man - I might start feeling a little jealous.”

Something inside her coiled at his words, but she didn’t argue as she let herself be led further into the store. By the time they reached the coffee machines, she was side-eyeing the cart piled high with goods with a small amount of disbelief. “Emmrich…”

He kissed her temple lightly, shushing her. “None of that. Now, pick a coffee machine.”

She glanced at a sleek, high-end model, one that she had seen advertised on the TV, before she forced herself to look at a cheaper alternative. “This one’s practical,” she said, nodding as if she was trying to convince them both.

His gaze moved from her to the premium model she was obviously trying to avoid looking at. He said nothing, just let his hand slip beneath the back of her jacket, fingers sliding under the cotton of her top. The warmth of his palm made her jump slightly, though she did her best to appear unaffected. When she tilted her face up to look at him her gaze narrowed at his knowing smirk.

“Emmrich—”

“You’re not fooling anyone, darling,” he murmured, handing brushing lower down her spine.

She swallowed. “You’re being very distracting.”

“Am I?” He feigned innocence, though his expression gave him away. “I’m merely wish for you to get what it is that you truly want.”

A salesperson approached them then, launching into a well-rehearsed speech about benefits of the more expensive model. She could only half-listen as she did her best to ignore the warmth of Emmrich’s hand as it tried to slip under the band of her jeans.

The salesperson raised a brow when she gasped. “Ma’am?”

“We’ll take it.”

Emmrich laughed quietly when he saw her cheeks flush red and bent down to place a gentle kiss to her cheek. “Good girl.”

By the time they reached the register the heat of her blush had eased somewhat, however the number that flashed up on the screen nearly made her choke. She turned to Emmrich to protest, but he just let his hand drift up and down her back in slow, calming motion.

“It’s alright,” he said simply.

She hesitated, then exhaled as she reached into her pocket and pulling out the sleek black credit card. The cashier swiped it with practiced ease before handing it back, and Emmrich pressed another kiss to her hair, “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

“I don’t think all of this will fit in your tiny, ridiculously expensive car.”

Her comment drew out a laugh and he pulled her into his side as they moved away from the register. “No, I wouldn’t have thought it would. That’s why I have arranged for it to be delivered.”

She gaped at him. “When did you have time to do that?”

“While you were having a crisis about the coffee machine.”

She huffed. “Oh, you mean when you were trying to cop a feel in front of that poor salesperson.”

“As if I would do such a thing, my dear.”

“Uhuh.”

With their shopping in that store now completed, Emmrich took her hand once more and steered her toward another part of the shopping district. She was happy to let him lead until she realised they were heading towards what looked like high-end clothing boutiques. She let her feet drag as she pulled on his hand. “Oh, no. We are not going in there.”

He arched a brow, clearly amused at her reluctance. “Why ever not?”

“Because you rich people dress fancy all the time, and I don’t,” she grumbled as he continued to pull her along. “Everything in those shops is probably made of silk and organza and likely costs more than my yearly rent.”

He laughed. “You really do have an outdated view of high-end fashion, love.”

“Oh, really? You mean it isn’t all just stupidly overpriced suits and dresses?”

Her almost petulant tone made him smile. “Perhaps you should take a look before making any rash judgments.”

He heard her continue to grumble, but when he led her into a boutique with shiny black walls and mannequins wearing leather jackets in the large window he heard the pleased sound she let out.

Emmrich watched as her eyes darted around, roaming over the displays and shelves filled with bold prints and ripped fabrics. “Surprised?”

“A little.”

He smiled, hand lifting up to brush a lone strand of hair from her face. “Let’s go have a look then.”

Rook found herself enjoying the boutique more than she expected. It wasn’t the polished, overly formal boutiques she had always assumed high-end clothing stores would be, like the dress store had been. She wandered through the racks, fingers trailing over cleverly distressed denim, sleek leather jackets, and tops adorned with bold prints - the colors were deep and moody, blacks, reds and dark greens. She liked it.

Emmrich followed behind her at a leisurely pace, his hands clasped behind his back as he watched her excitement with a quiet amusement. He smiled every time she picked up something new, nodding in approval when she would add it to the growing pile draped over her arm after glancing back at him.

"When was the last time you allowed yourself to buy something new?"  he asked idly as she flicked through a rack of jackets.

She snorted, casting him a wry glance over her shoulder. "New? I suppose the green dress I wore at dinner yesterday."

He tipped his head in acknowledgment before he continued. “I recall being the one who asked you to buy that so it doesn’t count. Before that?"

She frowned as she moved to the next rack, pretending to focus on a cropped mesh top. "A while then. Most of my stuff is secondhand or things I’ve had for years. Clothes are expensive."

Emmrich made a quiet, thoughtful sound before he reached over and plucked the mesh top from her fingers. "Then how about we make up for lost time. Keep going, and I’ll carry."

He made good on his word, arms filling as she slowly gave in to his encouragement. Occasionally he would hum, a low, approving sound whenever she picked something particularly daring - tight, high-waisted leather trousers, a cropped off-the-shoulder top that would undoubtedly not leave much to the imagination. Eventually, his arms were full, and she flushed when he arched a brow at her.

"Perhaps it’s time to try some of these on?" he suggested, tone teasing. "As much as I would like nothing more than to continue being your personal mannequin, I think my arms could use a break."

She huffed a laugh, cheeks warming as a store assistant pointed them towards the back of the building, where a well-appointed private fitting room waited. It was dimly lit, the walls lined with ceiling to floor mirrors. Emmrich settled himself into one of the low seats, leaning back comfortably as he rested an ankle over his knee.

He pulled out his phone when Rook disappeared behind the curtain, finger tapping idly away at the screen as he listened to faint rustle of clothing until a small cough drew his attention back.

The first outfit she stepped out in was a fitted black turtleneck that she had tucked into deep red plaid trousers. She glanced down at herself before turning to Emmrich, who regarded her with an amused smile.

"You look very… academic," he mused.

She rolled her eyes at his warm expression. "Very funny."

The next outfit was an over-sized, distressed band tee tucked into a leather skirt that stopped daringly over her mid-thigh. She twisted to see herself in the mirror. “What do you think?”

Emmrich made a quiet noise of appreciation. "I like it."

"Of course you do," she teased.

She disappeared behind the curtain again, this time emerging in the high-waisted leather trousers and a fitted corset-style top.

He tilted his head, fingers drumming idly against his thigh. "Not that one."

Rook frowned, looking down at herself as if to try and see what was wrong with it. "But I like this one?”

His gaze darkened slightly when she turned to one of the mirrors, bending forward slightly to brush at some lint caught on one of her legs. “It is very nice, my dear.”

The blush returned to her cheeks when she twisted to look over her shoulder in confusion and saw where his gaze was fixed. "But if you were to wear that in public, it would be a crime to hold me accountable for my actions."

She huffed as she disappeared behind the curtain again, though the blush did not fade.

Eventually, she picked up the last item in the pile - a short, black dress with a corset-style lace-up front and long, fitted sleeves. She wiggled into it, adjusting the fabric before she realised she had a problem. 

The zipper in the back.

Cursing softly, she turned towards the curtain, peeking her head out to catch his attention from where he had been absentmindedly scrolling on his phone. “Emmrich?”

He looked up at the sound of his name.

“I need your help.”

He rose smoothly. She stepped back, letting him duck behind the curtain with her before she turned, revealing the open back of the dress. The pale, freckled skin of her spine was bared, silver hair draped over one shoulder as she waited.

Emmrich stilled.

For a moment, he didn’t move. Then, slowly, instead of reaching for the zipper he let his fingers trail along the ridges of her spine, enjoying the feel of her shiver at his touch. He bent down to press his mouth to the curve of her neck as she met his gaze in the mirror.

Rook inhaled sharply when he pressed a soft kiss into the skin of her neck, watching him as he then moved along her shoulder. She leaned forwards, hands bracing themselves against the mirror as he crowded over her. 

"You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?" she murmured.

He hummed, his lips curving against her skin. "Deeply."

She let her head fall back to rest against his shoulder when his hands brushed along her waist, disappearing under the material of the dress - she could still feel the warmth of his mouth as he continued to kiss the bare skin in front of him even as his hands moved. One settled over her stomach, holding her firmly against him as the other moved lower, her hips shifting when his fingers slipped under the band of her panties. 

“Emmrich?”

“Yes, my dear?”

He mouth had moved to press against the shell of her ear as he met her gaze once more, her eyes wide as his fingers traced the crease of her thighs, her skin pebbling under his touch, before he cupped her. When she shuddered, her thighs pressing tightly together, trapping his hand between them, he smirked against her ear before he let his tongue run across the tip. 

“What if someone- someone comes back here?”

“Then we had best be quiet.”

He nipped at her ear before she turned her face towards him - his mouth sealed over hers to swallow the quiet gasp she released when he let a finger enter her, the skin between her thighs already slick as he encouraged her to step closer to the mirror. 

The hand that had been on her stomach freed itself from the dress, moving to reach for the bottom of the skirt so that he could slide it up her thighs. Once it was bunched around her hips he lifted his hand to rest over one of hers, lacing their fingers together where they rested against the mirror. 

“Look at you.” He whispered the words into her mouth, nudging her nose with her as he encouraged her to face the mirror. He saw the way her lids drooped as she watched one of his knees move between her legs to spread them slightly.

Her chest rose and fell heavily as she watched him pull his finger free, the skin slick and shiny as he lifted it to his mouth - she gasped when he slid it into his mouth, cheeks hollowing as he sucked it clean before releasing it with an obscene pop. 

“Emmrich.” It was barely more than a whisper, her voice hoarse, shuddering, as he lowered his hand again, this time sliding two fingers in until his knuckles brushed against the curls there.

“Breathe.”

Rook couldn’t help but watch, dazed, as he pumped his fingers in and out slowly, knee nudging her thighs further apart - the sight of them disappearing inside her should have been off-putting, but instead she could feel the warmth coiling in her belly as he whispered sweet nothings into her ear. 

It didn't take much for the pressure to build, she knew he could feel it when her walls started to clench around him, the air loud with the sound of his movements - she sucked in a breath, feeling it catch in her throat when he crooked his fingers, just a little, inside her. 

“Please.”

His mouth was back, tongue licking into the wet warmth of her mouth as she breathed into him.

“I’ve got you.”

“It’s- it’s-“

He hummed, her back arching as her fingers tightened around his.

“Emmrich… please.”

His hand was wet, the slick from where his fingers still moved inside her warm on his skin as she whimpered into his mouth. 

“You are such a good girl.”

It was those words, always the same words, that did it. Her breath caught in her chest as she arched against him - her body felt like it was on fire as he let his fingers slide out her, her knees shaking as he wrapped his arm around her waist to hold her up. He held her, body shuddering, and pressed his mouth back into the soft flesh of her throat -  her head fell forward hanging limply as he murmured encouragements into her skin. When her breathing finally settled she lifted her head so that she could meet his heavy gaze, lips parted as she gasped quietly, his chin resting on her shoulder as he stared back. 

Emmrich tightened his arm around her when she startled, the sound of soft footsteps growing louder when someone entered the dressing area. “Hello. Do you need help with anything?”

He watched her try to speak, lips moving though no sound came out. He smirked when she shuddered again, a small movement, at the press of his hand against her stomach.

“Everything is absolutely wonderful.”

She twitched when his tongue traced up the length of her throat. 

“We’ll take everything.”

Chapter Text

Her notebook lay open in front of her as Rook failed miserably at pretending to listen to the lecture. She was sat in her favourite seat, tucked a few rows back in the middle of the lecture hall as her pencil skimmed lazily over the page, the shapes of delicate flowers forming in intricate spirals. Beneath them, shaded with a detail that had surprised her, was a pair of hands, long-fingered and achingly familiar.

Bellara, sitting beside her as usual, was furiously taking notes, her pen scratching rapidly over the lined paper. “You do remember there’s an exam tomorrow, right?” she murmured not looking up from her own notebook.

“Mhm,” Rook hummed, fingers twitching as she added another smudge to a knuckle.

Bellara sigh was loud, loud enough to draw the attention of some of the students closest to them, before she elbowed her. “If you don’t pay attention, I’m not giving you a copy of my notes.”

She looked up then, a cheeky grin curled across her lips before she turned back to the drawing. “We both know you won’t let me fail.”

Bellara huffed, though she didn’t try to deny it, and kept writing. Then, with a shake of her head, “You know, I’d probably feel worse if you weren’t drawing his hands. Again.”

Rook shrugged, as if she wasn’t even slightly embarrassed at the call out. “I like his hands.”

Bellara groaned, pen dropping onto her notebook as she turned to face Rook with a frustrated but amused look. “We get it. Your rich, hot, older boyfriend has beautiful hands.”

“He’s not my boyfriend,” Rook muttered automatically, not looking up.

Bellara raised a brow as she leaned closer, eyes wide as she pooked a finger into Rook’s side. “Oh? And what would you like to call him then?”

Rook hesitated then, eyes flicking up briefly before they dropped down to the sketch again. “Complicated.”

“Oh yeah, I bet he complicates you just fine.” Bellara laughed as she dodged the hand that swiped at her, turning back to her notes when Rook’s phone vibrated where it sat on the desk. “Ignore it.”

Naturally, Rook picked it up anyway, ignoring her friend’s quiet mutter of frustration as she swiped open the screen, her other hand flicking an all to rude gesture in her direction.

Emmrich: I assume you are focusing diligently on your studies.

Her lips curled in a soft smile as she typed back.

Rook: obviously. i’m learning so much right now…

Emmrich: Sarcasm, my dear? What are you really doing?

Rook: …sketching

Emmrich: And here I was thinking you’d be hard at work preparing for your exam.

Rook: i’ve got Bell taking notes here next to me. i’ll absorb the knowledge through osmosis. because that’s how that works…

Emmrich: That is not how that works.

Rook: well… i guess you’re the scientist here

Emmrich: Hmm.
Emmrich: And are you at all prepared for tomorrow?

Rook: define prepared???

Emmrich: Sable.

Rook: it’ll be fine
Rook: i think
Rook: you could test me later??
Rook: if I did fail, would you bribe my professor???

Emmrich: I’m deeply insulted that you think I’d so easily resort to bribery.

Rook: can’t help but notice… you didn’t say no!!

She couldn’t help but muffle a laugh a little when she watched the three little dots blink on her screen for a moment before he replied.

Emmrich: …

Rook: yeah I thought so <3

Emmrich: We’ll discuss your rather lax attitude towards your study later.

Rook: promise??
Rook: did you sort out that cell study problem? i know you said it would be fine but I found a paper this morning that mentioned something decay rates in necrotic plant cells and wondered if it might be that same thing??

Emmrich: I’ll spare you the details as it ended up correcting itself - a minor moment of incompetence, however it has been handled.

Rook: you know you’re hot when you’re bossy??

Emmrich:
Emmrich: Are you trying to distract me?

Rook: did it work??

Emmrich:
Emmrich: Behave.

Rook: how about you try and make me…

Emmrich: Oh, you naughty girl. Are you sure you want to start something you might not be able to finish.

Rook: i—

Emmrich: [image attachment]

Her breath caught in her throat when she tapped on the image and it loaded. It wasn’t particularly explicit, but… still. His shirt was unbuttoned just enough to tease at the bare skin of his chest - his fingers curled slightly around another button. The lighting was dim but it was angled enough to let her see down the slope of his chest to where he had clearly been sat with his legs spread under a desk.

Bellara leaned over, . “What are you-” Her voice cut off in a strangled noise when she caught sight of the photo, ears twitching as her cheeks reddened.

“Oh my god,” she whispered.

“Shushhh,” her face was hot as she swiped the lock her phone. “Mind your business.”

Bellara fanned herself dramatically as she leaned back in her chair. “Here I am - just trying to keep you focused, and you’re sitting there sexting your hot professor boyfriend in the middle of our lecture.”

“He’s not my professor,” Rook hissed as she shifted in her seat, uncomfortably aware of the glances being thrown in their direction.

“I’m not even sorry now - if you fail tomorrow it is entirely your fault.”

Rook groaned, her face falling into her hands. “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.” Bellara smirked, then lunged forward again when another notification appeared. “Wait, did he send another one?!”

Rook smacked the outstretched hand as she snatched her phone away.

Bellara giggled. “Gods, you’re so down bad.”

Before she could decide on how to retaliate, the lecturer’s voice cut through the room - the occupants attention drawn back to podium. “Before we continue, I’d like to introduce our guest speaker today.”

Rook chose not to pay any attention as she moved her phone beneath her desk, unlocking the screen again as her fingers began to type.

Rook: you are such a menace - bell saw that!!

Emmrich: But you adore me.

Rook: …debatable

“We’re pleased to have the CEO of the Volkarin Research Institue of Ethnobotnics, Dr. Emmrich Volkarin, here to speak with you all - we were delighted when his office confirmed his availability as we have been trying to arrange this visit for weeks.”

Her head shot up so fast she nearly gave herself whiplash when the doors at the back of the hall opened. She could only watch, dazed, as he strode in with his usual grace, the dark green suit he wore particularly eye catching.

Bellara was bouncing in her seat as she pressed her hand against her mouth to smother her laughter. “Oh my god, you are in so much trouble.”

Emmrich’s eyes swept the room, finding hers quickly as he lifted a brow - he held her gaze just long enough for her stomach to tighten before he turned to shake the lecturer’s hand. Then, with a quick knowing smirk back in her direction, he began.

She barely heard a word.

He really was an excellent speaker, just as he had been the night of the conference - he was engaging, answering questions with the kind of ease that came from years of experience and she wanted to melt under the velvet warmth of his voice.

She squirmed slightly in her seat, her fingers tightening around her pen as she tried to listen - she really did. Bellara smirked beside her, murmuring under her breath, “This is brilliant. You wait until I text the others - you look like your about to combust.”

Rook shot her a weak glare, but Bellara only giggled more, her eyes bright with mischief as she let her chin drop to rest on her hand, elbow propped up on their desk. "He’s doing this deliberately," Rook muttered, eyes flicking towards Emmrich, who had perched himself against the desk next to the podium in the middle of a measured pause, his fingers resting lightly on his thighs. As if on cue, his gaze moved back to her. His lips curled just slightly at the corner before he resumed speaking.

Rook exhaled sharply.

"Oh, this is hilarious," Bellara whispered, her gaze flicking between Rook and Emmrich as she watched in amusement - she was the one not paying any attention now that she had something far more interesting to watch.

Eventually, the lecture wrapped up, and Emmrich leaned casually against the podium as he fielded questions from across the hall. Rook wasn’t sure how she lasted this long, and as soon as she saw her opportunity, she was on her feet, bag slung over her shoulder before she hurried towards the exit.

She heard Bellara cackling behind her, not even trying to be discreet now.

Emmrich began to say his goodbyes as he watched her leave, eyes tracking her as she reached for the doors at the back of the hall - he smirked when he saw her glance back over her shoulder. He bowed his head when a student, a waifish looking young qunari woman, stepped up to shake his hand and excused himself.

As he stepped out into the hallway, he caught sight of her long silver hair disappearing around a corner, his movements unhurried as he followed after her. He turned the corner, eyes drifting over the empty corridor before he went to move on - to his surprise a door to his left swung open and a small hand shot out to grab at the sleeve of his jacket, yanking him inside.

Emmrich went to laugh but it was quickly swallowed by Rook’s mouth against his - her fingers curling into his shirt as she pressed herself flush against him. He heard the door shut behind them, and reached back to flick the lock before settling his hands at her waist. "Feeling a little flustered, darling?" he teased as her tongue traced the crease of his mouth.

"When did you take that photo?" she breathed, nipping at his lower lip as her hands pulled at his tie, loosening it just enough so that she could slip her fingers beneath his collar. Her hands were desperate, sliding over the warm skin as she sucked his lip into her mouth. 

He smiled against her mouth when she let go, her tongue soothing over the tender flesh before she kissed him again. “I took it whilst I was away in Antiva. Am I to assume you liked it?”

Rook just moaned before she pushed at his chest, forcing him back against the nearest bookcase. Emmrich let out a soft grunt of surprise when her hands moved from his chest and she pressed herself flush against him - her fingers curled into the waistband of his trousers, nails grazing at the skin beneath. He groaned softly against her lips, the bookcase behind him rattling when a lone book fell with a muted thud to the floor, as he felt his fingers flex against the soft fabric of her jeans.

She kissed him again. It was a wet, messy tangle of lips and tongue as her mouth moved against his - his hands moved on their own, roaming up and under the hem of her sweater so that he could palm at the heated skin of her back. He hummed when she shivered, swallowing the soft sound she made as she melted against him.

Rook let her fingers slip into the back of his trousers, trailing underneath the material of the boxers she were sure would also be green today, and squeezed at the curve of his ass - she felt his hips twitch in response and heard the sharp inhale when she nipped at his lower lip again. 

Emmrich pulled back, just enough to allow him to take in her dazed gaze - she met his stare with parted lips and wide eyes, her dark lipstick smudged in a way that told him his lips must surely be wearing some of it now. 

Maker was she beautiful like this. It was easy to lose himself in her, all disheveled hair and breathless gasps as she stared up at him. 

With a drag of her nails Rook pulled her hands out his trousers, relishing in the way he tensed under her hands - she took a half step back, her hands settling over his thighs when she felt his fingers flex against her spine in protest at the distance.

He raised a brow, looking down at her with a smouldering curiosity. “Where do you think you are going?” His voice was low, almost a rumble, as she licked her lips.

“Just catching my breath.”

“Is that so?” Something darker flickered behind his gaze. “I do rather enjoy the way you sound when you forget how to.”

“You-” Her fingers dug into the muscles of his thighs as she spoke. “Do you have any idea of how you make me feel when you stand up on a stage and talk like that?” She cleared her throat as she shifted her feet a little, closing the gap she had just created. 

“The way you stand. The way you talk like you own the world.” The flush across her cheeks deepened. “All I could think about was how much I wanted to be on my knees in front of you.”

Her embarrassment was utterly endearing - though the meaning behind her statement was clear to them both.

His fingers twitched and where she would have expected a teasing remark, a knowing smirk, there came none. Instead, his eyes studied her, assessing, before she felt his hand move  and the brush of his thumb against her lower lip. “Sable,” he murmured. The way he said her name made something flutter inside of her. “Are you sure?” 

She met his gaze and smiled. “You always ask,” she whispered, her nails catching at the fabric of his trousers. “Even when I’m trying to throw myself at you.”

He swallowed. “Because it is important.” The snap of his belt, the buckle coming apart in her hands, was loud as he watched her pull the leather free from the loops that held it around his hips. “Are you sure?”

“I am,” she breathed as she let it fall to the floor. “Let me do this for you, Emmrich. I want to do this.”

Something in his eyes began to unravel at her words - it was almost hungry, the way he watched her fingers move to the fastenings of his trousers as she sank to her knees.

Before she could pull him free, he reached for her - cupping her jaw, his long fingers warm against her skin. Her eyes widened when he brushed his thumb over the smudged stain of her lipstick. She parted her lips, soft little pants warm against him as he shivered and he exhaled, slowly, savouring the sight of her below him.

“Let me help you,” His thumb dragged across the swell of her lips before he pushed it past them, pressing down against the wet warmth of her tongue. He moaned when she sealed her lips around his thumb and pulled him deeper, her cheeks hollowing as she held his gaze. The sound when she finally released it was obscene, a wet pop breaking the heated silence between them. His fingers curled back against her jaw, thumb smearing her saliva over her lips, and a curse slipped from his lips. “Maker,” he rasped. “You might just be the death of me, you darling girl.”

She didn’t say anything, just smiled as she shifted forward, one hand wrapping around the back of his thigh as she used the other to free him from the confines of his trousers. The reality of what she was going to do quickly settled over her as her fingers wrapped around the base of his cock. Emmrich was no small man, all broad shoulders and narrow waist perched atop his frustratingly long legs as he towered over her - it wasn’t as if this was the first time she had seen it, she could still remember that first night he had crawled between her legs after the conference. 

But to be so close, to feel the heat radiating from him, was dizzying. 

She couldn’t hide the hesitation in her fingers as they wrapped around the smooth, warm skin - her lips parted slightly as he shuddered under the flutter of her shaky breaths. She looked up when his fingers trailed along her cheek. 

“Slowly.” His voice was low, curling around her like silk as he cupped her jaw. She melted a little under the gentle encouragement, her grip tightening just enough to draw a moan from him before she shook her hair behind her back - that sound alone was enough to replace her hesitation with a determination that surprised them both. 

Emmrich could not look away as she exhaled and leaned down to press a tentative kiss to the tip - lips parting just enough for her tongue to flick out. He groaned and let his thumb smooth along the hinge of her jaw as she grew bolder. “You are such a good girl.”

That praise coiled through her. Encouraged, she opened her lips wider to take the head into her mouth, feeling the heavy weight of him settle against her tongue. The stretch of her lips as she closed around him was uncomfortable for a moment before she let herself adjust. A soft, shuddering hum left her throat as she took a deep breath in through her nose, and he cursed loudly into the empty space of the office. The hand not cupped around her jaw curled into her hair, fingers flexing against her scalp as he held her steady. “Gods, Sable.”

The praise in his voice sent a shiver through her and with another exhale she let her jaw widen, letting him sink deeper. The soft flex of her tongue against him, the warm clench of her throat as she took in another inch, made his breath stutter. His grip in her hair tightened, her neck arching just a little at the pull. 

She moaned around him when she felt the tug of his fingers. She let herself move then, slowly, her lips sliding over him as she continued to let herself adjust to his girth. Tiny, breathless gasps left her and each one made him groan a little more.

Emmrich let her set the pace but when she took him deeper into her throat, he exhaled loudly and pulled out, the wet drag of his cock leaving her lips and chin glistening. She blinked up at him, eyes glazed as her lips parted in shallow pants.

“Breathe,” he rasped, thumb tracing over the slick swell of her lower lip.

She did just that, not breaking his gaze as she licked the taste of him from her lips. Then, slowly, with both his hands now threaded into her hair, he sank back into her mouth.

Now she moved with confidence, her cheeks hollowing around him as she took him, her body humming with the sounds she pulled from him. It was wet, slick, obscene - the room loud with the sounds of them. The last of his restraint unraveled she took him deeper still, his low, murmured praises ringing in her ears.

“Just like that,” he gasped. “Maker, you feel perfect.”

As her pace increased, he felt him start to thrust, just enough for her to moan around him as her fingers dug into the tense muscles of his thighs. His hips jerked.

“I’m going to-”

She didn’t pull away.

A cry ripped from his throat as he spilled into her mouth, hips shuddering. His fingers curled against her scalp as he held himself deep, feeling the flex of her throat muscles as she swallowed every last drop. The wet sounds of it, the way she gripped his thighs - he wasn’t sure he hadn’t died in that moment. 

His breathing was ragged as he looked down, vision swimming until he saw her there - lips still wrapped around him, her chin slick with spit and his spend. She was magnificent. With shaking hands he cupped her jaw, guiding her gently off of him, his thumb traced along the swollen, wet curve of her lip as her mouth fell open, gasping for air. He lifted her up towards him, arm wrapping around her waist.

His lips found hers as he licked into her mouth, groaning at the taste of himself. He let his tongue drag across her chin where she was still slick with the evidence of him. She whimpered softly, her hands fisting into the back of his jacket, as they panted into each other’s mouths, his forehead dropping to rest against hers as the room slowly quieted.

Emmrich sighed, shifting so that he could kiss her once more, slowly, deeply, before he pulled back just enough to catch her dazed blue gaze. “My perfect little thing,” he murmured. “What ever am I going to do with you?”

Rook smirked, heart rate slowing finally as she felt his mouth settle against her forehead, his breath warm on her overheated skin, “Anything. Everything.”

Chapter Text

The apartment was a flurry of activity as music filled the air, blasting from a speaker hidden somewhere in Rook’s kitchen. It was interrupted by the occasional sputter of laughter and bickering of the group tucked away inside. The air smelled of perfume, leather, and faintly of Neve’s cigarettes as she sat perched, exhaling smoke through the cracked window.

Rook stood in front of a large mirror that had been dragged into the lounge, carefully threading a silver chain through the belt loops of her high-waisted leather skirt. The fabric was snug over her hips whilst a daring slit on one side exposed the fishnets wrapped around her thighs. She wore the cropped over-sized band tee that she had bought whilst out with Emmrich a few weeks back - it hung loose over a mesh long-sleeve that left little to the imagination. With a huff she stepped back from the mirror, giving herself a quick once over before she leaned down to pull on her favourite lace up knee-high boots that gave her just a few extra inches of height. Her hair fell down her back in a sleek silver curtain, and as usual her makeup was minimal - a soft smoky liner and glossy lips that caught the dim light of the lounge.

“Babe, you look hot,” It was Bellara that called out from where she was fastening a large bronze cuff around one wrist. Her outfit was the perfect balance of adventure and elegance - a deep rust-colored blouse tucked into belted, high-waisted trousers that fit her form perfectly, layered under a cropped leather jacket. The open collar of her shirt revealed hints of her intricate Dalish tattoos, the delicate lines emphasizing the graceful curve of her throat matching the ones across her face. Her dark hair was pinned up in an elaborate bun, long strands curling around her face, held in place with an ornamental pin she was never seen without.

“She knows she looks hot,” Taash was straight-faced as they adjusted the golden bands wrapped around their horns. The warm lighting of the lounge bounced off the deep red ropes laced around their biceps, tight against the sleeves of their fitted black shirt. The collar was popped up as if to point at the strong lines of their jaw, and the shirt was unbuttoned enough over their chest to expose the intricate gold designs inked across their gray skin. The tight leather trousers they wore accentuated their broad, powerful frame, and were tucked into large leather boots.

“We all look hot,” Lace argued, arms crossed as she leaned against the couch. She was dressed in a soft, forest-green tunic embroidered with delicate gold thread along the hem. The cinched waistline gave it a fitted shape before it flared out over her thighs. Her signature knee-high boots added little to her height, though she still didn’t reach Taash’s shoulder. Her warm coppery-red braid hung over one shoulder, and she smirked up at her partner before pushing up onto her tiptoes to adjust the folds of Taash’s open shirt.

“I believe that is the point of these kind of evenings” Neve said dryly, flicking the ash from her cigarette into the tray on the windowsill before she stood. Her white jumpsuit was sleek, hugging her shape nicely as the sharp cut of the neckline dipped just enough to give a tease of her cleavage. She wore large hooped earrings that matched the gold embellishments of her prosthetic leg - which was a work of art in itself. She turned to Bellara. “You got everything, Bell?”

The elf patted the small bag slung at her hip with an excited nod of her head, the soft leather a warm caramel shade. “Of course. I even packed emergency snacks. And extra lip gloss just in case anybody needs to top up,” she added with a knowing glance at Rook.

Rook rolled her eyes but took the offered tube anyway, tucking it into the pocket of her skirt before she bent her back in a mock bow. “I appreciate your dedication to the maintenance of my appearance this evening, Bell.”

Neve blew out her final breath of smoke as she snuffed the cigarette into it’s tray. “Alright, birthday girl. I do believe it’s time to get drunk.”

Lace grinned. “Not too drunk, though. One of us has to make sure she doesn’t end up passed out on a bar stool or am I the only who remembers last Wintersend.”

“That’s why you all need me” Taash declared loudly, crossing their arms with a confident smirk. “I could carry all of you home if needed.” 

Bellara looped her arm through Rook’s and nudged her playfully. “You ready?”

She nodded, a playful smirk curved across her lips as she reached down to the coffee table to grab her keys. “Let’s do this.”

It was cold outside, cold enough that for a moment Rook regretted not bringing a jacket with her, but she was warmed quickly when she found herself squeezed between Bellara and Lace. The air was loud with the distant thump of music and laughter - the roads lit by the familiar green glow of the streetlights. Neve walked ahead, the tap of her prosthetic loud as she dangled another cigarette between her fingers. 

Rook glanced back to see Taash prowling behind them, their hulking form her favourite kind of deterrent when they all got the opportunity to go out. There was something to be said for having a towering, angry looking qunari with you when trying to avoid groups of drunk businessmen and loitering students.

“Alright, you pair of academic weapons, how do you feel after absolutely decimating that bio-chem exam?” Lace grinned up at Rook and Bellara as they walked. “Bell shared your scores in the group chat this morning. Nerd behavior.”

Bellara puffed up proudly, her earrings jingling loudly. “I am, in fact, an intellectual.”

“You were on the verge of tears last night when you somehow managed to convince yourself you must have put the wrong name on your paper,” Rook laughed at the outraged gasp that followed her tease.

“That is beside the point,” Bellara sniffed, nose lifted up. “I’ll have you know the results speak for themselves. We’re geniuses.”

Neve exhaled a slow stream of smoke as she glanced over her shoulder and smirked. “Geniuses with the attention span of goldfish. Let’s be real, Bellara, the only reason Rook passed that exam was because you insist on making sure she has copies of all your notes.”

Bellara huffed but didn’t try to deny it. “Speaking of... I have to tell you about the best new light novel on my fic site-”

Neve groaned. “One time. I asked about her reading one time.” Rook and Lace laughed quietly as Neve continued to mutter to herself as she turned back away from the group.

Bellara ignored her, already bubbling with excitement as she unlinked her arm from Rooks to clap her hands. “It’s this epic slow-burn, enemies-to-lovers-”

Lace interrupted as she watched Bellara skip to try and catch up with Neve. “Is this one of those spicy ones where the so-called enemies try to kill each other for ten chapters before they then have sex for the rest of the story?”

Bellara’s face went bright red. “It’s all about the tension, Lace, the romance-”

Rook laughed. “It’s called smut.”

Bellara almost choked as Neve laughed loudly. Taash, who had been mostly silent up until this point, let out a slow, unimpressed huff. “You guys are weird.”

Lace grinned up at them. “We are, but you love me anyway.”

Taash made a show of sighing before they reached down to squeeze Lace’s hand, their massive fingers completely engulfing hers.

Neve, shaking her head as Bellara continued to mutter to herself, turned to Rook. “So where’s your old man tonight?”

She hesitated, just for a second moment, but Neve, ever perceptive, still caught it. “Hey, what’s that face for?”

Rook sighed, shoulders shrugging before she accepted the cigarette Neve held out to her. “He called this morning to wish me happy birthday. But something came up in one of his research labs so I didn’t get the chance to see him.”

Bellara pouted dramatically, finally over the teasing of her reading habits. “So no super rich sugar daddy to come and foot our bar tab tonight then?”

Rook flicked the cigarette towards the elf, who just rolled her eyes. “I’m seeing him tomorrow,” she added. “I’ve got a few days off now for the spring holidays and gods know I’d only be spending it moping around at home otherwise.”

Neve hummed, lighting up a fresh cigarette now that Rook had commandeered hers. “Let me guess then - fancy dinner, him doting on you, you trying to pretend that you don’t love it?”

Bellara giggled. “Don’t forget all the expensive gifts. Maybe something to match that pretty little choker?”

“Maybe he’ll buy you a new apartment, Rook,” Lace teased, her hand still laced with Taash’s.

“I am not letting him buy me an apartment.”

Taash, always straight to the point, tilted their head in confusion. “Why not? If he wanted to buy you a new apartment why would you say no? That doesn’t make any sense.”

Neve snorted. “See? Even Taash thinks you should let him wife you up.”

Rook groaned, her hand moving to brush against the thin gold band that was snug around her throat. “I hate all of you”

“No, you don’t. You love us.”

Rook rolled her eyes before she set her gaze back on Neve. “Speaking of love, how’s Luc now that he’s back in Nevarra?”

Neve’s face immediately went blank. “We’re not talking about that.”

Bellara gasped. “Oh, but we are-”

“Nope.”

Lace smirked when Rook turned to high five her. “Defensive.”

“I will end all of you,” Neve muttered, taking a long drag from her cigarette before she flicked it away. The group burst into laughter as they finally reached the bar.

Inside, the music pulsed through the walls. The boys were waiting at a booth near the back, drinks already lined up, and as the group stepped inside, Bellara looped her arm tighter through Rook’s. “Alright, birthday girl, let’s get you very drunk.”

Davrin was the first to greet them, his signature grin wide as he crushed Rook into his chest. "There’s my favorite mortuary goblin! Happy birthday." His laughter was loud in her ear as he lifted her off the ground to spin her before setting her back down with a flourish.

Rook huffed, though his smile was contagious, and fiddled with her top after his sudden manhandling. "You know your impossible right."

"And charming. Don't forget completely charming."

Lucanis stood a little way off to the side, but smiled softly at her once Davrin had released her. "Happy Birthday," he murmured in his deep tone. His sharp eyes flickered over her in silent assessment before he gave her an approving nod to which she laughed and then drifted stand by Neve’s side much to the others amusement. 

Once the rest of the group had said hello the drinks started to flow and Rook soon found herself pulled out onto the dance floor with Bellara and Lace - the music was loud and it was easy to lose themselves in the crowd. 

Bellara loved to dance wherever she was and was happy to spin her way across the floor as Lace and Rook followed - the three of them eventually ended up somewhere in the middle, a tangle of swaying, shimmying limbs as they moved between the press of bodies. 

Back at the table Davrin leaned back in seat, drink in hand as he watched the girls with an amused smirk before he turned to nudge Neve. “Go on then - thoughts?”

She raised an arched brow, taking a sip from her outrageously expensive cocktail. “I couldn’t possibly hazard a guess as to what you are talking about.”

He laughed as he threw an arm over the back on the booth. “Oh, you know exactly what I mean.”

Lucanis nodded, his own drink tipped in Davrin’s direction. “The sugar daddy.”

She sighed, tapping her cigarette into the tray in front of her. “Ah.”

Davrin snorted. “Don’t you “ah” us Neve.” He let his gaze flick over to the girls briefly, nodding when he was happy they were still safe in the bustle of the dance floor. “Luc and I have a bet that you would have dug up everything there was to know within the first week.”

They watched as Neve took another sip of her drink, her gaze pointedly fixed on the dance floor before she sighed, their stares not wavering. 

“Of course I looked into him.”

Taash spun when Davrin slapped his hand on the table, laughing loudly as he held his hand to Lucanis. “Pay up. I told you she would.”

The qunari watched as Lucanis counted out a very specific amount of gold coins before he slid them over the table with a light-hearted glare at Neve who just shook her head in disbelief. 

“Go on then. What did you find?”

She leaned back against the booth, mirroring Davrin as she slung an arm over the back, and took a slow drag of her cigarette. “Well he’s older than her obviously.”

“Don’t bore us with the stuff we already know.” Even Taash had turned to face them properly, arms crossing over their chest as Davrin teased. 

“He is brilliant from what I could find. Well-respected by his piers and he set up his institute twenty years ago - that and he really is stupidly wealthy. Like crazy rich.”

Lucanis hummed as he swirled the amber liquid in his glass. “Any baggage that we need to be worried about?”

“There wasn't much to find about his personal life. He’s done a good job of keeping himself out of the limelight aside from the public record of a divorce.”

Taash raised a sharp brow as they frowned. “Psycho ex-wife?”

Neve nodded. “From what I could see, yeah. The divorce wasn't amicable and if the court records are anything to go by she is a real piece of work.” She sighed, tilting her head when Davrin met her gaze. “But it doesn’t look like they have had much to do with each other in the last fifteen years, so I don’t think it should be a problem.”

They fell silent as Neve’s information hung between them, the loud music covering up the heavy atmosphere. It was Taash that broke the hush as they turned away to look for Lace again, shoulders relaxing slightly when they spotted the warm glow of her red hair. “They haven’t been seeing each for long - aren’t we worried that she’s moving too fast?”

Davrin shook his head as he reached for another drink, placing his empty glass in the center of the table. “Yeah, well, he’s an older guy isn’t he. Doesn’t have the time to waste.”

Taash shuddered a little. “Yeah… old.”

Neve clicked her tongue at their teasing as she snubbed out her now finished cigarette. “She’s happy though, I think. You should hear her when she talks about him. It’s not just about the money or security. She really likes him. And if I’m honest - from what I’ve heard, he seems absolutely smitten with her."

Lucanis sipped his drink, before he hummed again. "If he hurts her, we will have a problem."

Neve gave him an approving nod, smiling when he shuffled closer across the booth. "Agreed. But until then, I’m curious to see how he handles us.”

Davrin snorted. “And how do you intend to make that happen, oh wise one.”

She smiled, fingers tapping on the stiff leather of the booth as her gaze fell to the entrance of the bar. “I got his number from her phone and invited him to join us - and it looks like he has just arrived.”

Davrin choked on his drink. "You did what? Does she know that."

Neve smirked. "Nope."

The others turned their gazes to follow Neve’s when she nodded towards the door, just in time to see a tall, broad shouldered figure step inside, head turning to scan the room before his gaze settled on their booth. Neve raised a hand in greeting, fingers waggling. 

“Oh, this should be fun.”

Emmrich had spent the better part of his evening ignoring the message he had received from an unknown number, the name at the bottom simply signed as Neve.

He knew who she was, of course. Rook had spoken about all of her friends at some point or another and he remembered her descriptions of this Neve. Rook had described her with warmth, not a small amount of admiration, and the occasional flicker of frustration. The message itself had been carefully worded, though it was polite. She had made it clear that she understood if he didn’t want to meet Rook’s friends, if he preferred to keep the lines between their lives separate but she had also stated, quite plainly, that it would make Rook very happy if he were able to join them that evening.

For an hour, he had thought it over, gaze flicking back to the glowing screen of his phone before he let his pen drop to his desk. With a sigh, he had shut down his laptop and made it clear to his assistant that someone else was to handle any more issues that came up.

Now, standing just inside the entrance of the bar, he found himself looking over the space with just a flicker of doubt. The music was a loud, enough that his head had already begun to ache, and the dim lighting made it difficult to pick out details beyond the occupied seats and the heaving dance floor. His gaze eventually moved to a booth tucked away in a far corner where a cluster of people waited, their collective gazes locked onto him.

Ah. That would be them.

Rather than moving in their direction he lets his gaze sweep across the room, taking in the couples leaning against the bar and the writhing crowd of bodies occupying the dance floor that takes up most of the bar interior. He kept looking, searching-

There she was. 

Rook was dancing. Her silver hair flashed under the neon lights as she twisted and turned in sync with the increasingly loud music. He watches the two women she danced with step back laughing before they peeled away towards the booth as if on cue. And then, as if she could feel the weight of his gaze she turned towards him.

Her gaze met his, the dim lighting doing nothing to obscure the way her face lit up before she started pushing through the bodies on the dance floor, slipping through the tangle of flailing limbs and gyrating hips.

“You’re here,” she breathed.

Emmrich smiled softly as he reached for her, his hands framing her face as he bent down. “There is nowhere else I’d rather be,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her lips. “Happy Birthday.”

Rook melted into the kiss - the warmth of his mouth against hers soothing in comparison to the cool breeze that had followed him in through the still open door. She pulled back just enough to meet his gaze “But I thought you had to work?”

Emmrich let out a soft chuckle. “Your friend Neve is most convincing,” His thumb brushed over her cheek, his expression softening. “But it really wasn’t a difficult choice to make.”

She flushed, glancing over her shoulder to the group still watching them - all with varying expressions of smugness or outright curiosity.

“Oh, Maker,” she muttered, realising this needed to happen at some point. “Alright, let’s get this over with.”

Grabbing his hand, she turned and led him toward the booth, his fingers curling easily around hers as he followed with an air of amusement.

Neve, who was still seated comfortably in the center of the group, smirked as they approached. “Well, well, well. Emmrich, I presume.”

“And you must be Ms Gallus.”

Davrin leaned over the table, his grin sharp as he took in the blush staining Rook’s cheeks. “If I’m being honest, I was expecting someone stuffier. You’re really… not.”

Emmrich arched a brow, unshaken by the veiled tease. “Would it help you all if I put on a tie and glared disapprovingly?”

Bellara giggled into her drink.

Taash, silent up until now, straightened their back. “You’re old.”

He laughed, surprising them all before he nodded. “I prefer older, if you don’t mind.”

It was Lucanis who spoke up next. “You left work to be here?”

Emmrich turned his head to meet the younger mans assessing gaze, nodding when he was happy with what he saw. “I did.” He glanced at Rook, his fingers brushing against hers as she stepped closer to his side. “It was the only correct choice.”

Lucanis hummed in approval, sipping his drink as if satisfied with the answer.

Neve, who had found herself pleased with Emmrich’s first impressions so far, gestured toward the bar. “You know, if you really want to impress, drinks are always a good place to start.”

Emmrich didn’t miss a beat. “But of course,” he said smoothly, hand reaching for his wallet smoothly as a cheer rose from the table, his eyes quickly scanning over the drinks on the table. When he moved toward the bar, Rook exhaled a breath, turning to Neve with narrowed eyes.

“You’re a menace.”

Neve grinned. “And you’re welcome.”

The crowd was heaving, but Emmrich maneuvered himself smoothly through the bodies until he could reach an open space at the bar - it didn’t take long to flag down one of the bartenders and he let his hip rest against the counter as he waited. He smiled when he felt an arm wrap around his waist, fingers curling into his shirt beneath his coat.

“I’m really happy your here, Emmrich.” The words were spoken so softly as Rook pressed herself into his side that he almost missed them. “I know I don’t have any right to claim your time-“

Emmrich mirrored her hold, his arm wrapping around her to pull her against him, when she was jostled. “For you, darling, I will always make time.” He tipped her chin up so that he could kiss her again, lingering, when he tasted the faint traces of whatever fruity cocktail she had been drinking before his arrival.

She let herself melt into it, only pulling back when a sudden cheer rose from across the room, startling them both. Emmrich chuckled against her mouth before he straightened, one hand resting on the counter while his other remained at the small of her back. "Shall we get your friends their drinks before they decide to cause any more of display?"

She huffed a laugh, nodding. "You should probably be more worried about Davrin trying to steal you away for himself.” 

He smirked, nodding politely at the bartender when two trays were placed in front of them. "Somehow, that doesn’t shock me."

Emmrich lifted one tray while Rook took the other, their fingers briefly brushing against each other’s as they turned away from the bar. She glanced over her shoulder to make sure he was following. "Think you’ll be okay to put up with them for a little while longer?"

He let his free hand graze against the curve of her waist as he steered them through the crowd. "They are protective of you. I appreciate that. But I’ve faced down corporate spies, rogue botanists, and the occasional explosion - I think I can handle your friends for a little while."

The night stretched on and Emmrich found himself enjoying the company of Rook’s friends as he sat cushioned between her and Neve - the table was littered with empty cocktail glasses and jugs of beer, though he was content to sip at the whiskey he had agreed to drink with Neve. Rook had decided that she wanted to share his drink as the music continued to thrum loudly - she enjoyed the smile that curled across his lips when she tugged at his fingers before lifting his glass up to her glossy lips so that she could take small sips. 

It was when the music changed, shifting from a preppy pop hit, that she was sure sat on a chart somewhere, to a heavier beat that she recognised as something her parents had forced her to listen to - she laughed when she felt the jostle of Emmrich’s knee against her thigh as he followed the beat.

Davrin also noticed the shift in his body language and leaned back over the table, fingers tapping on the sticky surface. “You a fan of grunge, Emmrich?”

“Oh, absolutely, Davrin,” Emmrich had to raise his voice to be heard as he nodded. “I remember going to see Mage Jam at their first performance in Orlais, back in ‘91, I think it was  - it was quite the show if I remember correctly.”

Rook couldn’t help but laugh at the expression that crossed Davrin’s face - the casual reference to his age said with a knowing smirk. Encouraged by his obvious enjoyment in the change of music she took the glass from his fingers and downed what was left of the amber liquid within as he moved into conversation with Lucanis.

She reached for his hand, pulling his attention from his discussion about the darker uses of botany and their practical applications. The conversation had quickly veered toward the use of poisons - unsurprising really, given Lucanis’ fascination with the macabre. Emmrich barely had chance to register what she was doing before she had tugged him up onto his feet.

“Where are you taking me now?” 

“We’re going to dance.”

Surprise flickered over his face before his lips curled into something pleased. “You want to dance with me… here?”

“Yes.” She tilted her head, eyes wide in mock innocence. “Unless you think your knee’s won’t be able to take it?”

He huffed, shoulders straightening as he glared softly down at her. “I assure you, my dear, I am more than capable of keeping up.”

“Good. Let’s go.”

She pulled him toward the dance floor, weaving between the dancing bodies smoothly, his hand wrapped tightly around hers. Emmrich let himself be led even as he towered over the shifting crowd. As she turned toward back towards him, his hands wrapped around her waist as she slid hers up over his shoulders, fingers threading together behind his neck. 

Back at their booth, all eyes settled on the pair as they danced, oblivious to everyone around them. Taash leaned back, one arm slung over Lace’s shoulder as their eyes narrowed. “So, can I be the one to bring up age gap thing again?”

“It’s not insignificant,” Lace agreed, swirling the last of her cocktail as she tucked herself under Taash’s arm. “I mean, we know he’s old.”

Neve sighed as she lifted a cigarette up to her painted lips, smiling when Lucanis leaned over to light it for her. “It’s not as if he’s ancient, Lace.”

“How old is he again?”

Davrin smirked. “Rook told us he was 54…”

“He is. I checked when I wanted to be sure he wasn’t some sleazy businessman trying to run off with our girl,” Neve said. “As it turned out, he’s… frustratingly normal. Which is probably what got her hooked so quickly.”

Lucanis, who had settled back into his normal quiet, spoke up. “Normal doesn’t mean safe.” His dark eyes flickered to the pair on the dance floor. “Is he like this because he cares, or because he wants to own her?”

Neve exhaled, watching them for a long moment. “Look at how he looks at her. How he holds her. That is not the face of a man with ulterior motives. I think he really cares for her.”

Lace made a face as she fidgeted with her glass. “I still don’t know that I love this. What if he ends up breaking her heart?”

“Anyone could do that. Even one of us if we really tried.” Neve countered, tapping her cigarette against the small tray in front of her. “She’s not fragile. And she’s not stupid. I think she knows exactly what she’s doing.”

There was a heavy pause before Davrin grinned. “Honestly, as long as she’s happy I have no complaints. With that sappy look on his face he might even decide to wife her up eventually.”

Taash groaned. “Gross.” 

Davrin just laughed, head leaning back as he swallowed the last of his beer before he tipped it towards the dance floor in a mock toast. “At least the man can dance. He gets bonus points for that.”

Eventually, the night wound to a close. Taash left with Lace’s hand in theirs. Davrin had gallantly held out his arm, and his ThedasRide, to a giggly Bellara and offered to take her home to which she had happily agreed. Neve smirked as she watched Emmrich and Rook linger by the doorway as the young woman waved off her departing friends.

“Do you two need a chaperone?” she teased, Lucanis waiting behind her.

Rook shot her friend a mocking look, though it lingered only for a moment, before she accepted the womans kiss with a tilt of her cheek. “Go away.”

Emmrich laughed, his arm tightening around Rook’s waist, as he began to lead her away. “I thank you for your concern, Ms Gallus, however I believe I am more than capable of seeing her home safely.”

“Behave kids.”

Rook twisted to give her the finger, pretending to ignore laughter that filled the air as Neve let Lucanis link their arms together - the pair walking off in the opposite direction.

And then, she realised happily, it was just the two of them. The city outside was dark, the streets now quiet as the last of the stumbling drunkards slunk away to their homes. Emmrich shrugged off his coat when he felt her shiver and draped it over her shoulders, keeping her close to his side as she huddled against his warmth.

She glanced up at him. “Stay with me tonight?”

He hummed, pleased by the request. “I would be glad to, my dear.”

“I mean, if you need to get back to Manfred-“

“The cleaner comes in the morning - he’ll check on Manfred when he realises I’m not there,” Emmrich said easily, breath misting in front of him as he glances down at her. “Now let’s get you home and out of the cold.”

***

The door shut behind them, sealing them both into the warm silence of her apartment. The only light came from windows, silvered shadows dancing across the floor as the city outside slept. 

Rook paused when Emmrich slid his coat from her shoulders, the scent of his aftershave lingering in the air as he moved to hang it on the hooks by the door. She shivered, the warmth of his jacket fading as he stepped away to lock the door with a quiet click. 

When he turned back she had already moved deeper into the lounge, making no effort to turn any of the mismatched lamps on, her fingers trailing over the spines of the books decorating her bookcase. The air felt charged, heavy, as he watched her stop in front of one of the large windows on the far wall. He could see the way her skin almost glowed under the pale light of the moon, now hanging high in the sky - it gave her an almost ethereal appearance, her hair swinging in a silver curtain behind her as she turned to look at him. 

There was something on her face that drew him closer, a gleam in her blue eyes that spoke of the whiskey they had shared as she hummed softly. He let his feet carry him closer, stepping over the piles of laundry that never seemed to quite make it into her bedroom. 

He watched as she reached for the waistband of skirt, fingers brushing over the supple leather as they loosened the fastenings - his eyes narrowed as she shimmied her hips, the skirt sliding down until it could pool at her feet.

Her soft hum drew his gaze back up the length of her body as she lifted the hem of her cropped tee and peeled it up and over her head, hair falling loose down her back, and threw it to join the skirt. She stood there in her fishnets and mesh top that did nothing to conceal the dark green underwear below, her legs still hidden by the boots that laced up to her knees. “Emmrich.” The sound of his name was a whisper on her lips as he watched her fingers dance across the skin of her collarbone before they reached for the choker snug around her neck.

He exhaled slowly as he stepped around the couch, limbs loose as he moved towards her. “Yes, darling.”

Rook brought a finger to her lower lip and dragged it across the gloss stained flesh - she tilted her head, watching as his eyes followed her finger. “It is still my birthday.”

Emmrich could hear the tease in her tone, though beneath it sat just a hint of hesitation. He inclined his head. “It is,” he could not look away as her fingers drifted lower, down the delicate line of her throat, over the swell of her breasts and across the flat plane of her stomach - he could see the way the muscles flexed beneath the skin and it drew a groan from him. 

She let her fingers pause, resting over the sharp crease of her hip as she waited for his gaze to meet hers. He looked bewitched, so utterly still, as she took a step closer. She could feel the burn of the whiskey as it warmed her blood.

“Would you-” her lashes fluttered. “Would you let me take control tonight?”

Something in his eyes flickered when she took another step - close enough now that he could smell the shampoo she used to wash her hair and the faint trace of cigarette smoke. He watched her hands as they lifted, away from the pebbled skin of her stomach, and pressed softly against his chest. 

“I would like to be in charge.”

He lifted a hand so that he could cup her jaw, lifting her gaze up to his, his thumb brushing across the swell of her lip much like she had done to herself earlier. “You want to have your way with me?” He felt her lips part slightly under the pressure of his thumb, tongue flicking out to taste at the skin. 

“Yes.”

He smiled, just a small curve of his lips, and let his hand fall away. “What would you do with me?”

Rook let herself think for a moment as her fingers curled into the cotton of his shirt. He was always so composed, guiding her with steady hands, encouraging her with soft words whispered into her ear - but the image of him, back arched against a bookcase as she swallowed every last drop of his release, hair mussed and eyes glazed, was something that had haunted her for weeks. She dreamed of the sounds he made when she dug her nails into his thighs, hips shuddering - she wanted to see it again. 

“I want to show you what it is like when you touch me. I want to feel you tremble and shake beneath me.”

She heard his breath catch when she pushed against him, guiding him back until his knees hit the couch. 

“Would you let me?”

Emmrich exhaled when she pushed again, body sinking down into the cushions. He watched as she stepped between his legs, spreading them as he leaned back. 

“Would you?”

“Yes.” A breath, nothing more than a whisper. 

“Good.”

She lifted one boot-clad foot and placed it on his thigh, digging the heel in slightly as she raised a brow. Emmrich’s hands moved, strong fingers tracing the laces as he refused to look away. He took his time, undoing each knot slowly before he peeled the leather boot away from her foot, before doing the same to the other. His palms skimmed over her calves, his nails dragging against the sensitive skin beneath the netting of her stockings in a way that made her toes curl.

She shivered at the way he looked up at her though his dark lashes. He liked this she realised. 

Emmrich let himself sink lower into the couch as she leaned over him, her hands heavy where they pressed into his thighs, keeping his legs spread apart.

Then she kissed him.

Emmrich tangled his hands into the lengths of her hair as he pulled her closer. Their breaths mingled, the taste of whiskey still lingering on her tongue as she hummed against his mouth.

Her tongue flicked against his. His lips parted for her, and she deepened it, swallowing his quiet groan as she licked into his mouth. It was messy, slick, her saliva mixing with his as she bit gently at his lower lip, pulling a gasp from him. His grip tightened in her hair, a sharp tug and it was her turn to moan.

His tongue met hers again, warm and wet, curling around it in a way that made her knees tremble. He tasted of the same whiskey that still coated her mouth as well as something darker, something that was just distinctly… him. Her fingers flexed against his thighs, pressing into the muscle there.

When she finally pulled back, a thin thread of saliva hung between their lips, slick in the moonlight before she brazenly licked it away. Emmrich’s pupils were blown wide, his lips kiss-swollen and his breathing ragged - she had never seen him so beautiful.

She brushed her lips against his once more, just a whisper of a kiss. “Can you be good for me?”

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Emmrich looked undone, she thought. She could feel the heat radiating off of him as she stood between his legs, fingers pressing into the muscles of his thighs. Teasing a kiss against the corner of his mouth she let her hands drift upwards, over the crease of his hips and along his waist before they reached for the buttons of his shirt. 

"I want to see you."

He exhaled, slowly, as she tugged on a button, pulling the fabric of his shirt taut before she let go and stepped back. When she tilted her head he nodded and began to undo the buttons - he heard her sigh as he pulled it open, the shirt sliding off his shoulders.

Though the room was dark she could see enough to make out the sculpted planes of his body. He was all broad shoulders and narrow waist, but she could see the faintest hints of his age in the ever-so-slight softness of his belly and the fine grey hair that dusted over his chest.

Rook loved that about him.

She reached out, a slight shake in her fingers as she let them trace over the muscles hidden beneath his skin - she sighed when he shuddered under the drag of her nails as they drifted over his stomach before trailing back up. 

The confused expression on his face when she stepped back made her laugh. She pushed her knees back into the insides of his thighs, gaze heavy as she encouraged him to spread them further apart. 

Emmrich watched as Rook lifted a leg, her small foot resting back on his thigh - he felt the curl of her toes as she hooked her thumbs into the band of the fishnet and lifted it away from her skin. 

“Take it off.”

His hands moved on their own, fingers trailing over the delicate weave where it stretched over her skin, but froze she sighed. She tilted her head, hair falling over her shoulder as she looked down at him - she tugged at her bottom lip with her teeth as she watched his hands flex against her. 

“Not with your hands.”

The breath he let out was sharp, his hands falling back to the cushions of the couch as he leaned forward. He felt her tremble when his lips brushed against her skin, his breath warm, before he caught the band she held out between his teeth - he didn’t move for a moment, just stared back at her, waiting, until she gave him the smallest of nods. 

He worked the netting down slowly, letting his teeth drag over her skin - he felt the shiver when his tongue flicked out to lick at a patch of freshly exposed skin. 

Rook couldn’t hide the hitch in her breathing when he dragged the stocking low enough for it fall away before he nodded for her to lift the other leg. By the time he had finished, the stockings tangled in a pile on the floor, her legs were trembling and it was all she could do to remain standing when he pressed a wet kiss to the soft flesh of her thigh.

"That was…" She exhaled, unable to find the words. "Good."

A small smirk tugged at his lips, and she flushed.

She pulled the mesh top over her head, dropping it on top of the fishnets, leaving her standing before him in nothing but her dark green underwear - the bra was nothing more than a band that wrapped tightly around her breasts, lifting them in a way meant to draw the eye. Her panties were cut high on the leg, highlighting the sharp crease of her hips - even in the dim light he could see where the fabric had darkened where it sat between her legs.

Emmrich only had a moment to look though, as she quickly sank down onto her knees between his spread thighs. He tensed when she smoothed her hands up his legs before they reached for his hands - she loosened the grip his fingers had on the cushions and leaned up over him, pushing his arms out to stretch across the back of the couch. 

“Don’t move them.” She murmured, pressing a kiss quickly to the sharp line of his jaw before she reached for the fastenings of his trousers. He swallowed, his fingers twitching before settling against the cushions. He stared as she flicked his belt open, zipper following suit before she freed him from beneath the fabric.

He was already hard and the sight made something tighten in her belly as she leaned in and pressed a teasing kiss against his length, smirking when she felt him shudder under her. Encouraged, she let her tongue drag slowly along the underside, glancing up to see his lips part.

"Just like that," he murmured, his voice tight.

The praise warmed her, made her want to giggle, just a little. She opened her mouth and took him in, her lips stretching around him as she let her tongue move over every ridge and vein. He was heavy against her tongue as she sank deeper.

When he hit the back of her throat she gagged, a wet, choking sound, as she felt her eyes water a little. Emmrich groaned at the noise, his hands fisting against the couch as he desperately fought against reaching for her.

She breathed heavily through her nose, pulling back until the she held only the head between her lips, meeting his hooded gaze before she tried again, the muscles of her throat clenching around him. The sounds that filled the room were wet, lewd, but he couldn’t look away from the way his length was slick with her saliva.

"Maker's breath," he rasped, voice cracking loudly as his nails dug into the couch, his back arching.

Gods. How she loved him like this. 

Her cheeks hollowed, her hands gripping his thighs as her nails dug into the twitching muscles. He panted above her, his body trembling until a deep, pained groan ripped from his throat as she finally swallowed him whole, still pressing him as deep into her throat as she could until she couldn’t breathe. All thoughts gone but of him.

His breath hitched. "I can’t—"

She didn’t stop.

She kept going, the muscles of her throat clenching around him as she finally dragged him over the edge.

His back arched, a strangled moan, and he spilled into her. She swallowed every last drop, her tongue still teasing, coaxing as she let herself drown in the way he twitched inside her mouth. His hands were fisted so tightly into the cushions of the couch that his knuckles were white, his breath coming in heavy, broken pants as she let him pull back - her eyes widened at the sight of him, hair hanging over his forehead as his chest heaved and she thrilled at how utterly wrecked he looked.

But she wasn’t nearly done yet.

She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, her lips and chin shiny and slick, then climbed onto his lap. His breath hitched when she settled against him, he could feel where she was wet, pressing down against him.

His hands twitched, desperate to touch her, but she caught them when they moved and pinned his wrists back against the couch.

"No," she whispered. "I’m not done with you yet."

Emmrich let her pin him there, her normally blue eyes dark as she reached behind her, fingers searching for the hidden clasp of her breast band - his gaze moving down to see the fabric slipped from her chest. His lips parted, a sigh escaping, as he watched her breasts lift when she took a deep breath. 

He groaned at the feel of her hands wrapping back around his wrists when they reached for her, nails dragging over the skin as she squeezed her thighs around him - then, she rocked. Slowly, gently, over him and he felt himself throb when she moaned, a small sound, though she didn’t stop. 

Rook pressed her forehead against his as she continued to move, her mouth brushing over his as they breathed together. “Is this okay?” She felt him shudder underneath her. “Do you want me to stop?”

The heat in his eyes made her stomach coil and she didn’t protest when his mouth sought out hers - his tongue licking into her lips as he tasted himself on her. “Don’t you dare.”

“Good boy.”

Her heart raced when his eyes narrowed, the way his chest hitched lighting a fire within her - he was anything but helpless, however he made no move to unsettle her, his thighs spread beneath her as his fingers tightened into the worn fabric of the couch cushions. She could see the tension in his shoulders, and the feel the flex of his muscles as he held himself still. 

He was holding on by a thread. And he was doing it for her. 

Rook loved him more for that. 

She was still so unsure of what she doing, even as she continued to rock against him but the sense of power, the control, was like a constant hum under her skin - she felt safe, knowing that he was giving her the space to work out what she liked, what she wanted to take from him. It was dizzying. 

She sighed into his mouth, her hands moving from his wrists to trace across the lines of his shoulders and down his chest, her nails scraping lightly over the soft grey hair - she smiled when she felt his breath catch as she pressed into the deceptive softness of his stomach just a little harder. “You’re being so good for me,” she whispered as she bit at his lip - she could hear the hesitation in her own words, still a little unsure, but the twitch beneath her soaked panties was all the encouragement she needed.

“Such a good boy.”

Emmrich groaned, low in his throat, as he fought to keep his hands on the couch. He wanted so desperately to touch her, reach for her and flip them so that he could press her down into the cushions but he didn’t - Rook could feel the way his body tensed and let her back arch just a touch as she rocked against him, sighing at the sound he made. 

She kissed him then, a slow slide of her tongue into his mouth as she let him taste himself again - her hands moved, fisting her fingers into the silver-streaked strands so that she could pull. He gasped into her mouth as she tilted his head back, his neck arching as she deepened the kiss. 

Her tongue licked across his as she shifted, one hand leaving his hair so that she could slide her panties down over her thighs. It only took her a second, a pause to shimmy the soaked fabric down her legs before she let the ruined scrap fall to the floor. She happily swallowed the groan that slipped from him as he felt the full warmth of her. 

Emmrich could only watch as she lifted her hips, hand wrapping around him as she settled herself above him. He saw the flicker of hesitation, the tiny tremor in her wrist and his breath caught. “I’m yours, my darling girl,” he murmured the words against her lips. 

His tone, so soft and low, was enough to settle whatever uncertainty had reared its head - she could feel the way his voice wrapped around her. He meant it - she could see it in the way he looked at her, his gaze heavy but reassuring. He didn’t move his hands, though he wanted to so badly, as she squeezed her fingers around him just enough to make him moan and nodded when he saw the question in her eyes. 

Rook let herself sink down onto him, feeling him fill her as she stretched around him, inch by hot inch - her eyes closed at the burn, the angle letting him to go deeper than he had before, but it was a delicious kind of burn. He was thick, heavy, and almost too much as she paused, both hands moving to press into his chest as she steadied herself. 

She swallowed, letting her forehead press heavily against his as she shifted, and sighed when she was able to sink down the last few inches - he was trembling beneath her when she realised they were finally flush against each other. She felt stretched, full - but it felt right. 

“Oh, Emmrich.”

Slowly, she let her hips roll, careful little movements that let them both adjust - he was so impossibly deep within her, filling her in a way that left her mind reeling as his thighs shook beneath her. There was a feeling of pressure, an ache, that licked up her spine as her hips moved. Her eyes closed, head tilting back when he throbbed - it was like she could feel everything. The thickness of him as her walls clenched around him, the shudder of his thighs when she squeezed, even the tension in his chest as he still fought against the need to reach for her. 

She circled her hips, a soft sigh escaping her lips. She could feel the slick of their skin as she moved, the friction of it making her nerves sing. It was completely indecent, each wet, hot movement louder than the last as she let herself be consumed by it - the way she could feel how tightly coiled he was under her had her gasping as he groaned. 

“You’re-“ his head had fallen back against the couch when she began to move, his eyes hooded as he watched her. “Sable-“

His next breath was barely that, nothing more than a sharp hiss forced between his teeth as she clenched around him - he heard the crack in his voice and for a moment thought he saw her smirk. 

“God’s” Emmrich groaned, unable to stop the slight thrust of his hips when she took her lower lip between her teeth, back arching. His jaw clenched, the chords of his neck tight as he struggled with the need to reach for her - he felt like he was about to snap, everything in him pulled so tight it would take only the lightest of touches for everything to unravel. 

“So good.”

His whole body jerked when she spoke, his head snapping up to stare at her - Rook didn’t even try to hide her shiver at the desperation in his eyes when he groaned. He really did like that, she realised and wanting to reward him, she finally let herself move properly. 

She rode him, letting herself take what she needed. Every inch of him stretched her open, the relentless friction curling her toes as she sank down, only to rise again. The slap of skin on skin was slick, messy and loud in a way that filled the air until it was all she could hear - her hands braced themselves against his chest, her nails sinking into his sweat-damp skin. 

She could feel the burn in her thighs but didn’t ease up, didn’t stop - she didn’t think she could when every thrust threatened to send her over the edge. The sounds that left him, each little strangled groan, filled her with such confidence - the sparks that danced across her skin every time she felt his hips jerks were electric. 

Emmrich really was a sight as he started to come apart, with his red, swollen lips parted and the dazed gaze as he watched her every rise and fall. It would almost be humbling - if she didn’t find it so hot. 

When something inside her curled tighter she knew she was almost there and she could feel it in him too - feel the tension in his body as he still refused to move until she told him he could. A small part of her wanted to see if he would let her leave him like that whilst she finished, unable to touch her as she chased her release - but her need for him, for every inch of him wound inside her so tightly that she knew she wouldn’t.

“Emmrich,” she gasped, her mouth parting as she sucked in a breath. “Touch me.”

That was all he needed. It was like something inside him snapped as his arms wrapped around her, one hand pressing against her upper back as he leaned up into her whilst the other reached down to grasp at the soft flesh of her ass. He finally started to move, each thrust harder than the last as it forced the air from her lungs - he felt her arms loop over her shoulders, fingers tangling back into his hair.

“Fuck,” she choked, barely able to keep up as he thrust up into her. “Emmrich-“

He actually growled, though she barely registered it, his mouth crashing into hers in a kiss that was so desperate, so wet he almost didn’t where he started and she began. He took her lower lip between his teeth, swallowing the little whimper that escaped as he fucked her open, his pace unrelenting. It was like he was trying to ruin her she thought, though the lick of his tongue into her mouth quickly stole that away.

She clung to him, her body tightening around him as she felt the familiar coil in her belly build, her lungs burning as she tried to breathe.

“I-I’m-I’m-“

“Come for me,” it was not quite a command, his voice hoarse and rough, but it was enough for her back to arch as he murmured the words into her mouth. “Let go, you good girl.”

And oh, did she. 

His name fell from her lips like a plea, sobbed into his mouth as her nails dug into his scalp, her entire body seizing as she clenched around him - she didn’t hear him choke out a curse as his hips shuddered, rhythm faltering as he sought to follow her over the edge. 

He buried himself deep, arms pulling her down onto him so that their hips were flush, as he groaned against her lips - he held her there, unwilling to let her go as they rode out the last waves together. 

Neither of them moved as they just breathed, mouths still pressed together. 

Rook was sure she could feel her heart slamming against her ribs, her limbs absolutely boneless as she lay slumped against him - her head spinning when she tried to open her eyes. Emmrich’s hold on her was still tight as he breathed heavily - his fingers dug into her skin as let them fall back against the couch, not willing to let her move from him an inch. 

He exhaled. “Well…”

Her little laugh was breathless, exhausted, as she nudged her nose against his, eyes still closed. “That was…”

Emmrich finally peeled his eyes open, gaze following the deep flush that stained her sweat-damp skin where she lay pressed against him - he could feel the bite of her fingers still tangled in his hair and could see the mess of his trousers underneath where he was still buried inside her. “I think you might have finally broken me.”

He felt her smirk as she breathed against his face, her forehead dropping back to his. “Good.” He shivered when she released her hold on his hair, one hand dropping down to rest against his chest, fingers curling through the grey hair. 

Rook was content to let herself stay pressed against him, almost enjoying the way her body ached so deliciously - she shifted slightly, only trying to get more comfortable when she became aware of the mess they were in, her skin was slick, sticky with their release even though he had yet to pull out and his trousers were ruined. 

She went to move but stopped his his grip tightened, a low noise of protest rumbling from his chest - she felt the warm press of his hands as he refused to let her move, the hand that was still curved around her ass flexing slightly. “Stay,” he murmured, voice now heavy with exhaustion.

She let out a quiet breath of laughter, her lips brushing against his cheek. “I’m not going anywhere - I just need to adjust.”

A small pause, then his grip loosened. She lifted her hips carefully, wincing at the slow slide of him leaving her and when she whimpered softly at the sensation he kissed her, chasing the sound as he let a hand drift up to cup the back of her neck. Now that he was free he could see the way their release spilled, wet and warm, down her thighs as it continued to stain his trousers. 

They were already ruined so with a shimmy of his hips he kicked them off, hearing them drop to the floor, without a second thought - he let himself sink back into the couch and sighed when Rook happily slumped back against him, absorbing the warmth of his skin as the chill of the room finally settled around them. She felt his arm curl back around her, his fingers stroking gently over the ridges of her spine.

“I don’t think we’re making it to the bed,” she muttered, her tone soft as she traced a lazy circle against his chest. She felt him laugh under her as he pressed a kiss into her hair. 

“No,” he agreed. 

She nuzzled closer. “We should probably clean up. I think this couch might be ruined.”

Emmrich laughed, the sound vibrating across her chest pleasantly. “We should,” though he made no move to do so as he shifted, rolling onto his side as he brought her with him, his back pressed against the couch as he stretched his legs out as best he could, tangling them with hers. “But we won’t. And you can never get rid of this couch now.” 

She smiled when he kissed her, lips soft and lingering, and pulled her tightly into his chest so that he could tuck her head beneath his chin. He pressed a kiss into her hair when he heard her breathing even out, body going slack as she relaxed against him. 

“Happy Birthday, my darling girl.”

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Steam filled the bathroom as Rook leaned back against the wet tiled wall, the spray of water from the shower hot against her already flushed skin. Emmrich was on his knees between her parted thighs as she sank her hands into his hair - her back arched as his tongue dragged along the quivering flesh of her inner thigh. 

The hands wrapped around her hips flexed, holding her steady when she shuddered, his tongue continuing upwards so that he could press a soft kiss against her hip bone, teeth scraping lightly. 

She felt him hum when her hips lifted towards him - his hands splaying wider to still her.

“You keep squirming like that,” he murmured against her skin, “and I’ll have to stop.”

Rook exhaled, eyes narrowed as he smirked against her hips. She tightened the grip of her fingers in his hair, tugging lightly as she encouraged him to move. He laughed but conceded. His mouth pressed another light kiss to the crease of her hip before he sank lower onto his knees, nose pressed into the sensitive flesh between her legs. 

Her breath hitched when he inhaled deeply, her thighs clenching around his shoulders.

“That won’t do, my love.” Emmrich’s hands fell from her hips to grasp at her thighs, spreading them before he encouraged her to drape a leg over his shoulder. “Better.”

A frustrated whimper fell from her lips when he teased her again, mouth barely brushing against her as she tightened her hold on his hair. Just as she thought he was intent on finally driving her into madness his tongue flicked out, hot against her slick folds and with a gasp her head fell back against the tile. 

He moved slowly, each swipe of his tongue deliberate as he tasted her, content to have her shuddering around his shoulders. He could hear her panting above him and let his fingers grip at her thighs harder as he lapped at her - her every little noise feeding him when she couldn’t hold back the roll of her hips any longer.

The sound of keys stilled them both. 

Rook gasped, his tongue heavy between her thighs when she heard the front door to the apartment open - her fingers slipped from his hair down to his shoulders as voices filtered into the apartment, eyes widening at the pained moan that fell from her lips when he pulled back, rising above her, hands settling on her waist. She was glad he didn’t say anything when she moved, just held her steady so that she wouldn’t slip as she dove for a towel.

“Fucking Bellara. Remind me to take her keys away.” Rook muttered loudly as she wrapped the thin towel around her, the cotton sticking to her damp skin. She could feel her heart racing as she glanced at the small mirror above her sink, taking in the angry flush of her cheeks, eyes rolling at the small purple bruise like mark scattered across her throat. She threw Emmrich a frustrated glance before she moved towards the door. “Stay here.”

He laughed as he watched her hitch her towel up higher, “I take it you weren’t expecting guests this morning.”

“Oh shush.” She waved a hand vaguely in his direction as she opened the door, stepping out to peek down the hallway.

Two familiar pairs of green eyes stared back at her. 

Maara and Nix Ingellvar stood at the far end of the hallway, suitcases at their feet as they watched their daughter turn a rather charming shade of red. Her mothers arms were crossed lightly across her chest, eyes bright behind her glasses as she smirked, her father failing at hiding his laughter behind her. She wasn’t sure she could blush any more as she stared blankly at the pair, fingers twitching against the fabric of her towel as her hair dripped onto the floor. 

“Uh-hi?”

Her mother’s gaze swept over the damp towel wrapped around her before stopping at her neck. She arched a brow. “It would seem we’ve caught you at a bad time.” Her lips twitched.

“We thought we’d come into the city a few days early for your graduation,” Her father was trying desperately to control his expression as he spoke though he could do nothing to hide the laughter in his voice. “We thought we might take you out for breakfast but it looks like we really should have called ahead.”

Rook’s fingers tugged the towel tighter, ears twitching in embarrassment. “You think?” she grumbled as she fought against the urge to throw herself back into the bathroom with Emmrich and lock the door.

“We were hoping to surprise you,” Nix teased, his smile widening as he settled his hands on his hips. “Didn’t think we were going to be the ones getting a shock.”

Rook went to speak when she felt a very wet, very bare chest press against her shoulder.

She was going to kill him. 

“I can’t say this is how I envisioned our first meeting” Emmrich pressed a large hand to the small of her back as he peered around her, keeping the rest of his body angled back into the bathroom. “But it certainly makes for a memorable introduction.”

The hallway was quiet for a moment save the soft patter of Mandrake puttering around in the lounge, until, much to her dismay, her father laughed.

“Don’t you think your a little old to be hiding your boyfriends from us love?”

Rook groaned. “Please stop.” 

Maara sighed though her mouth was still curled at the edges. She tipped her head, choosing to ignore her daughter as she met Emmrich’s gaze. “Maara Ingellvar - this one’s mother. This is Nix, the father.”

Emmrich shifted slightly behind Rook as he nodded in greeting though he kept his lower body hidden behind the bathroom door. “Emmrich Volkarin, it’s a pleasure.”

“We know who you are Professor Volkarin,” Nix let his gaze flicker from Emmrich to his daughters, smirking when he saw her grumble to herself. “My wife and I have both been part of the Mourn Watch for years. I think what’s caught us by surprise is walking in to find you sharing a shower with our daughter.”

That was about all Rook could take. “Right! Why don’t you two make yourselves at home? I-we-need to-“

“Of course, darling,” Maara was already moving towards towards the lounge, hand wrapped around her husbands elbow as he started to laugh again. “Behave yourselves.”

After her parents had disappeared into the lounge she groaned, head tipped backwards as she muttered to herself angrily for a moment. She spun to face Emmrich, still angled behind the door, frowning at his cheek to smirk when her towel slipped slightly. “Shut up.”

“I didn’t say anything, my dear,” the tilt of his head as he eyed the damp skin of her thighs when she hitched the towel up betraying his attempt at innocence. 

She huffed, head turning to make sure her parents had stayed put before she grabbed at his wrist and tugged him from the bathroom - ushering him swiftly through the open bedroom door. 

He laughed lightly as she pushed at his back, turning to face her once she had swung the door shut. He leaned down to press a kiss to her forehead. “Let’s get dressed.” 

A little while later Rook found herself perched on the edge of her bed, hands twisting over her thighs as she watched Emmrich dress. Though her parents arrival had been light-hearted though unexpected she couldn’t ignore the small coil of panic that curled around her spine - this wasn’t how she had planned this introduction happening and now that it was she felt as if the floor was beginning to fall away. Right in that moment all she wanted to was crawl under the bedsheets that smelled so strongly of Emmrich’s aftershave and never come out again. 

Emmrich however was as calm always as he stood in front of her, dressed in dark slacks and simple button down as he tucked the tails of his shirt into his waistband. His movements were calm, easy in a way that made her envious. He was relaxed, he was just… Emmrich. 

After he had finished tucking in his shirt he looked up and saw her hands fidgeting, nails pressed into her palms as she sat on the bed - he sighed, took a step closer and leaned down to cup her jaw between his palms. He tipped her head up, thumbs sweeping over her cheeks as he encouraged her to meet his gaze. 

“Breathe, my love,” his gaze was soft, understanding in a way that almost made her want to curl up and sob. “I assume your parents were going to wish to meet me eventually.”

She blew a breathe out between her lips, blinking slowly, as she brought her hands up to wrap around his wrists. “I didn’t plan for it to be with you naked in my hallway.”

He laughed, back bending lower as he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead before he straightened. “Would you have rather I stayed hidden in the bathroom?”

“I’m still debating about putting you back in there,” she grumbled as she let him pull her to her feet. She smiled though when he laced their hands together, stopping the twitch of her fingers as he led her towards the door. 

Her parents were waiting for them when they stepped into the lounge, Maara and Nix sat comfortably on the couch as the TV played quietly in the background. They turned at their entrance and despite his earlier relaxed demeanor Rook felt him hesitate beside her, she glanced up to see him straighten as he meet their assessing gazes. 

Emmrich took the momentary pause as an opportunity to properly look at Maara and Nix Ingellvar. Her father was human, and leanly built with dark hair that curled slightly around his ears. His eyes were green and watched him with sharpness that was still edged in amusement - Emmrich could see the same warmth in him that Rook carried with her. 

Maara was an elf like Rook, smaller than her husband, and carried herself with the familiar grace born to those of the Mourn Watch. Her hair was also dark though streaked with grey at the temples where it was swept back - her eyes were also green, though darker than her husbands. 

Emmrich knew that Rook was adopted, she had been honest about that earlier in their relationship, so the differences in their appearance did not surprise him. What did give him pause however was the obvious age difference between the pair - Maara was clearly older than her husband, that he could see clearly now in the streaks of grey hair and soft lines at the corners of her eyes. 

His eyes widened slightly and he lifted a brow as he glanced down at Rook who had tipped her chin up to see his reaction - she had clearly realised what he was thinking and smirked up at him. With a huff he leaned down, mouth brushing against her ear. “I see where your taste in partners comes from, my love.”

She laughed, cheeks flushing again, before she nudged him with her shoulder, encouraging him to move into the lounge properly. 

The four of them settled down quickly, Maara and Nix on the couch whilst Emmrich fetched two chairs from her kitchen area for them to sit on. Any tension there might have been gave way quickly as conversation flowed - Emmrich was pleased at their lack of concern over his age, he wouldn’t pretend that he hadn’t been worried. He had been amused however at their annoyance with Rook for failing to mention who he was to her parents given their familiarity with him. 

“Honestly love,” her mothers tone was warm though frustrated. “You know perfectly well we of all people wouldn’t have cared about the age gap. I’m more put out that you didn’t think to mention that you were dating one the Mourn Watches most esteemed guest researchers.” 

Nix nodded along, his arm slung around his wife’s waist as they watched Rook squirm in her seat. 

Rook huffed as she rolled her eyes, fingers fidgeting with the seam of her jeans. “I didn’t think it was relevant.”

Her father laughed. “Didn’t seem relevant?” It was his turn to roll his eyes. “Can you imagine the joy your mother would have had scurrying around the Necropolis telling everyone her daughter was dating the one and only Emmrich Volkarin.”

Emmrich couldn’t help but laugh at the veiled compliment, his hand settling over Rooks as he stilled her twitching. “It is refreshing to know that my reputation is still so highly thought of amongst your ranks - even after that unfortunate incident with Lunatheris Mortuaria.”

Maara shook her head, eyes bright. “Oh, don’t get me wrong - Vorgoth still very much uses the gravebloom fiasco as part of their introduction to every new batch of Mourn Watchers. But that doesn’t mean you aren’t highly respected.”

The conversation continued smoothly and Emmrich was pleased when Rook threaded her fingers through his atop her leg. It was Mandrake who brought a natural pause to their chatter, hopping up onto Maara’s lap for attention - he took the opportunity to stand. “Let me make tea.”

Rook let herself watch as he left the lounge, moving through the kitchen area with an ease that made something inside her flutter. She let her eyes follow him as he collected mugs from the cabinets and filled her kettle to boil. She blinked when she turned back to her parents, doing her best to ignore their amused expressions. 

“So,” her father leaned forward slightly as he spoke. “You’re happy?”

She smiled, her eyes drawn back to Emmrich when Mandrake appeared on the counter, having vacated her mothers lap. “I am. There was a moment where I didn’t think it was going to work but… it did. He makes me happy.”

Maara nodded approvingly, her eyes understanding as she followed her daughters gaze. “You love him.”

“Yes.”

Her gaze was still fixed on Emmrich as he filled their mugs, pausing to scratch Mandrake’s ears before he loaded the cups onto a tray. Maara and Nix shared a warm glance, both smiling as they turned when Emmrich stepped back into the lounge. They watched as he set the tray down on the coffee table before he moved to sit back in seat, pausing only to press a kiss to the top of her head as she blushed up at him. 

They spoke about her studies now that she was finished and the plans for her upcoming graduation ceremony - there was talk of her robes which were due to be collected from the dry cleaners later that week and then of the plans for after the ceremony. Emmrich saw Rook glance at her watch before she looked up at him. 

She turned to back to her parents, an apologetic expression on her face as she stood. “I’m really sorry - if I’d have known you were coming I’d have swapped but I have a shift this afternoon.”

Maara waved her hand, placing her cup down on the coffee table. “Don’t you worry about us sweetheart, we can arrange to catch up over the next couple of days - we’re the ones who showed up unexpectedly.” 

“If your sure. Where are you staying?”

It was her father who answered, hands pushing up on his knees as he stood. “We’re booked in at a hotel in the city.”

Rook frowned, thinking for a moment before she shook her head. “Don’t waste the money - you can stay here if you want. I can stay at Emmrich’s until after graduation.”

The pair hesitated, glancing at each other before Maara rose to stand beside Nix. “Are you sure love? We don’t want to put you out.”

She nodded. “It’s fine - as long as you don’t mind keeping an eye on Mandrake whilst your here?” All eyes fell to the beast that was currently sprawled across the kitchen counter, his head lolling over the side to watch them. 

Maara chuckled. “I’m sure we can cope with that.”

Emmrich set his empty cup down before he stood. “I’ll drive you to work.”

Rook tipped her chin up, smiled, and nodded. After exchanging goodbyes with her parents and hurrying about the apartment to gather her stuff, she met them all in the hallway - Emmrich took her hand and held open the door.

Maara and Nix moved to the window, looking down to see the pair exit the building still hand in hand as Emmrich kept Rook close to his side. They watched how he turned to her after they reached his car and brushed a stray lock of silver hair behind her ear before he leaned down to kiss her. Maara sighed when he opened the door for her, waiting until she was seated before gently closing it and rounding the car to his side.

She turned to her husband with a raised brow, arms crossed again over her chest as she looked up at him. “I could make an age difference joke here.”

He laughed, sliding an arm around her waist as he tugged her into his side. "You could try love. But if I remember rightly you were the one who seduced a much younger man yourself many years ago."

Maara nudged him with her elbow though her expression was still light. "Seduced? Really. You we’re the one following me around the Necropolis for an entire year."

"You loved it really." Nix scoffed, pressing a kiss to her temple.

***

The hum of conversation filled the locker room as Rook leaned down to tie the laces of her boots - she could hear the other mortuary assistants bickering amongst themselves as she tucked her jeans in, gaze flicking to her bag when she heard her phone buzz. She swung the back up onto her shoulder as she pulled out the phone, one hand waving good bye as she turned to leave. 

WannebeJumper27: what do you mean your parents walked in on you??
WannebeJumper27: why where they there??
WannebeJumper27: what were you two doing?
WannebeJumper27: wait… don’t answer that
WannebeJumper27: no
WannebeJumper27: wait
WannebeJumper27: do answer that
WannebeJumper27: rook
WannebeJumper27: rook
WannebeJumper27: rook

She snorted at the flood of messages from Bellara as she moved the mortuary's entrance hall. 

BrokeMortuaryBitch: in my defense i didnt expect my parents to let themselves into my apartment whilst i was in the shower with him

WannebeJumper27: 
WannebeJumper27: 
WannebeJumper27: you were in the shower…
WannebeJumper27: with him…
WannebeJumper27: at the same time…

BrokeMortuaryBitch: yes bell

WannebeJumper27: and your parents walked in?

BrokeMortuaryBitch: they might as well have done

The was a pause, the little typing symbol bobbing on the screen as she waved at the night guard, swiping her pass as she let herself out of the building. 

WannebeJumper27: remind me to text your mum later
WannebeJumper27: i love your mum

BrokeMortuaryBitch: i hate you

Rook shoulder her head as she laughed, tucking her phone into her pocket as the night breeze tugged at her ponytail. She heard the doors open behind her, the chatter of her colleagues loud in otherwise quite street - she kept walking, reaching to tuck her hands into her pockets when she saw the familiar shape of Emmrich’s car parked along the curb further down the street. She could just make out his tall form leaning against the side, his arms crossed over his chest. 

The sight of his warmed something in her chest and she didn’t even try to hide her smile as she jogged towards him. She watched as he straightened up, his hands lifting to frame her face as she stepped into his space, his fingers threading into her hair as he leaned down to kiss her. She let herself smile against his lips as she pushed up onto her toes, her hand wrapping around his wrists. 

He was warm against, his gaze soft, until it widened when cheers erupted behind her, a few sharp whistles filling the air. “Get some, Rook!” one voice called out, another chiming in, “You go girl!”

She made no effort to break the kiss, one hand reaching out to grab at the scarf he had wrapped around his neck whilst the other bent behind her back to flip off her colleagues, even as their laughter drifted away. Emmrich laughed and brushed his nose against hers. 

“Friend’s of yours?”

She just pushed up higher on her toes as she kissed him again, enjoying the brush of his thumbs across her cheeks before he pulled back. “Time to go home,” his voice was soft as he reached down to open the passenger door. He bent at the knees as she lowered herself into the seat, reaching over her to buckle up her belt before he rose, his fingers brushing against her cheek. “Let’s go.”

Manfred was waiting for them in the foyer when they arrived, stretched lazily over the tiled floor before he rose, trotting over to them, tail flicking behind him. Rook heard Emmrich lock the door as she crouched down to pay the appropriate homage, her hands sinking into the thick fur at his neck. She smiled when he purred before he butt his head against her palm. “Did you miss me, you handsome boy?”

The cat chirped as she stood, winding around her ankle as she turned to face Emmrich who was watching the pair with an amused smile. “If I didn’t know better I’d say he prefers your company to mine.” He raised a brow pointedly when Manfred sniffed briefly at his ankles before moving back to Rook. 

She just hummed lightly, leaning down to scratch between his ears briefly before he turned away, bored of their attentions now and disappeared back into the lounge. 

Emmrich watched as she toed off her boots, not bothering to untie the laces, before she stretched her arms above her head. “Are you hungry? Would you like me to make you something to eat?”

She shook her head, tired eyes meeting his as he stepped towards her. “No, I’m fine. I had something during my break - I’m just tired. I feel like I could sleep like the dead.” She snorted when he just shook his head at her poor attempt of a joke - she let him reach for her bag, slipping it over his own shoulder before he took her hand in his and led her upstairs. 

He let himself glance down at her as she trailed up the stairs behind him, feet dragging softly as she let him pull her. “Would you like a bath instead?”

Her moan was all the answer he needed and he laughed as he guided her into the bathroom, switching the light on as they stepped into the cool tiled room. He dropped her bag onto the floor by the door and moved towards the large tub on one side of the room, listening to her putter around behind him as he leaned to down to turn the taps on, steam rising as hot water poured into the tub.

Rook ran her fingers idly over the bottles of products on the counter as Emmrich moved around behind her and sighed when the scent of lavender filled the air - she turned when she heard him stand up, fingers twisting the taps shut before he moved back towards her.

His hands were gentle as he reached for the worn tie holding up her ponytail, long fingers combing through the tangled strands before letting it fall loose over her shoulders. He then reached down for hem of her sweater, fingertips brushing lightly over her ribs as he lifted it up over her head. She shivered, the air cool despite the steam from the bath. He traced the ridges of her spine with the pads of his thumbs before he unclasped her bra, his lips pressing softly into the curve of her shoulder as he let the straps slide free.

He sank to his knees, fingers hooking into the waistband of her jeans so that he could slide them down. His palms were soft as they skimmed the backs of her thighs, encouraging her step out of them. Once her legs were bare he repeated the process with her panties, pausing to press a kiss against her hip bone before he rose. His gaze met hers, reaching for her hand as he guided her across the room and into the bath.

The water was hot, but not scalding, as she sank down into, lips parting as she sighed, her muscles relaxing as the heat seeped into her skin - she let her eyes close for a moment, melting into the heat of the water before she tipped her head against the side of the tub, one hand reaching out over the side towards him with the unspoken request. 

Emmrich huffed as he began to unbutton his shirt. He could feel her gaze on him as he removed his clothing, folding each item carefully before placing on them on the counter alongside hers. Once bare he moved to take off his jewellery, fingers reaching for his rings when he heard her sigh - he turned to meet her gaze. 

“Leave them on. Please.”

Instead he settled for removing his watch and made light work of sliding into the tub behind her - he could feel the loose set of her limbs as she sank back into the cradle of his thighs. He wrapped an arm around her chest, fingers brushing over the sharp lines of her collarbone, the other arms hanging loosely other the side of the tub so that she could tangle her fingers through his. 

Rook felt the rise and fall of his chest beneath her back as he pulled her closer, tucking her head under his chin and for a while they just sat there, comfortable in the silence as the water warmed them. It was only when he noticed her fiddling with the rings on his finger that he spoke. 

“This one was my father’s,” she watched as he lifted his hand, fingers spreading so that she could see better - it was simple gold band, worn but well cared for and she let her thumb brush over it. She was content to let him tell her about the band, his words warm as he spoke of his father - when he motioned for her to remove it she did without question, sliding it onto her own as he pressed his lips to her temple. As she let the ring slip into place she felt the hand that had been pressed into her chest drift down, dipping below the water so that he could slide it between her thighs, cupping her gently - he hummed softly when she shivered, though not from the cold this time. “That’s one.”

He didn’t move his hand as he gestured towards the next ring, this one sat snugly on his middle finger. “This one was a gift to myself after I received my first research grant. It was a promise to myself - that I would never stop trying.” She was aware of what he wanted her to do now and without prompting she slipped the ring free, letting it fall down her finger to hang loosely next to the other. She gasped when his hand moved between her thighs, one long finger pushing in slowly. 

“This one was from Myrna, a gift after we published our first book together.” He added a second finger, lips still pressed to her temple as her head tipped back against his shoulder - her hands were shaking as she slid the third ring free, a delicate simple wrap of gold with a small green stone at the center. Rook exhaled slowly as she slid the ring over the knuckle of her thumb, the band just slightly too big as it slipped to the side. 

The fourth ring, the one resting on his ring finger, was heavier than the other - a simple beaten band, similar to his fathers save for the faint etching that could just about been seen. “This one,” he curled his fingers, sinking until his knuckles were flush against her folds, “was my mothers. It was given to me after her death and is one of the few things I have left of hers.” 

It took all she had to slide the last one onto her ring finger at his urging and when she was done he laced their hands together - his skin bare now that his gold adorned hers. 

He lifted their hands so that he could press them flat to her chest, just between the swell of her breasts as his fingers began to move in earnest. Rook turned her face into his neck, mouth open against his throat as he pressed his lips to her temple. “Now you’re mine.” His breath was warm against her skin as he coaxed her to roll her hips in time with his fingers, her lips still parted as she panted softly against him. 

Between the heat of the water and the slow, deliberate thrusts of his fingers it didn’t take her long to surrender - her back arched though their hands, still joined together over her chest, kept her pressed against him as she cried out, a soft, broken sound as he stroked her slowly.  “Oh, my love.” 

As her muscles relaxed she let herself sink back against his chest, limbs loose as eased his fingers out, the hand on her chest lifting to tip her chin up so that he could kiss away the small whimper. 

She wasn’t sure she could move on her own as she slumped against him and was more than happy to let him prop her up so that he could help her wash - his hands moved in soft strokes as he traced the slopes of her shoulders, the curve of her waist and the still trembling flesh of her thighs. Then, once she was done, he leaned her forward so that he could work in the shampoo she liked into the damp strands of her hair before tipping her head back to rinse the suds away. 

Emmrich stood when the water finally began to cool, lifting her with him before he set her on the ground, hands steady as he wrapped a large towel around her rapidly cooling frame. He then took her hand, led her out of the bathroom and into the warmth of the bedroom.

He let her slip into one of his t-shirts, a soft top that hung loose over her frame and he quickly slipped on the matching trousers, before he pulled back the sheets on the bed - he helped her climb in, immediately settling into the warmth of the mattress as he slid in behind her, the bed dipping. 

Emmrich wrapped an arm around her, pulling her flush to his chest and let her tangle her legs through his - once she was still he reached for her hand beneath the sheets, lifting it so he could run his thumb softly over the gold on her fingers before lacing their hands together. Exhaling slowly he tucked her head under his chin, eyes closing when he felt her breathing even out - as he felt her soften in his arms, the room quiet save for the soft exhales that slipped from her parted lips he let himself sleep, wrapped in the smell of her shampoo and lavender. 

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The bathroom was warm, the mirror half-fogged as beads of condensation slid down the glass. Emmrich stood at the counter, his towel slung low around his hips. His eyes traced across the items of his shaving kit - the small brush already soaking in a small dish as the scent of citrus and lavender filled the damp air. He reached for the brush, tapping it lightly against the edge of the bowl before he smoothed the foam in slow swirls over his cheeks and jaw.

As he spread the shaving foam he could hear the faint hum of music playing from the bedroom, the pad of feet muffled by the rustling of fabric.

“Emmrich?"

He didn't turn away from the mirror as he applied the last of the foam. "Yes, my love?"

"Do you know where my jeans are - the ones with the patches on the knees?” her voice carried through the open doorway, the music quieting as she continued to move about the bedroom. He imagined her standing in front of his wardrobe - glaring at it as if it was deliberately hiding her clothes from her.

“Have you checked the drawers?” he tipped his chin to the side, checking the spread of the foam.

He heard one of the drawers open as he placed the brush back into its dish.

“Hah!”

He shook his head, laughing quietly, as he reached for the straight razor waiting in its case, the blade sliding openly cleanly with a flick. The steel blade shone under the bathroom light as he raised it towards his cheek.

A pair of warm arms wrapping around his waist stopped him. He paused, the razor an inch away from his skin as he met her gaze in the mirror. She had showered before him and her still damp hair was atop her head in a messy bun, his sleep shirt slipping off one shoulder as she tilted her chin up.

“Can I help?” she asked, voice soft as she eyed the foam smeared across his cheeks.

He raised a brow, hand lowering the razor as he turned to glance down at her over his shoulder. "You want to help me shave?”

She nodded as he placed the razor down before turning to face her. His hands wrapped around her waist, lifting her so that he could set her down on the counter. She gasped, the tile cool against her skin - as he stepped closer she parted her thighs, letting him settle between them.

His hands pressed against the outsides of her thighs, fingers spread wide. “Alright, then,” he motioned for her to pick up the razor.

She wrapped her fingers lightly around the handle as she met his warm gaze. "What do I do?"

“We start here.” He lifted his chin, gesturing to the edge of his jaw. “Make sure to keep the blade angled like this-” his hand wrapped around hers softly, adjusting her hold before he let go with a brush of his fingers.

Emmrich was content to let her take her time, her hands steady as she let the blade drag across his skin, following the grain of his morning stubble. 

When she needed a new angle she lifted her free hand, fingers spreading over his throat to tip his head in the direction she needed. She could feel the throb of his pulse under her fingertips, slow and steady as he hummed with each adjustment.

Her eyes were wide as she watched each stroke of the blade, admiring the smooth skin left behind. She felt his fingers flex against her thighs - he was warm between her legs, skin still slightly damp from his shower.

With one final stroke she was finished. She leaned back to admire her work, setting the razor down in its case before she reached for his chin, taking it between thumb and forefinger. She tilted his face and nodded, her thumb brushing over his mustache, her lips curling at the edges. “Not bad."

Before he could say anything, she tugged on his chin, her fingers firm as she tilted his face down toward hers. Their lips met, her tongue tracing the seam of his mouth before slipping inside so that she could chase the faint taste of mint left behind by his toothpaste. He groaned into her mouth quietly as his fingers tightened against her thighs. She let her hands thread into his still-damp hair, pulling his upper body down towards her.

His lips parted under hers, his tongue sweeping along the seam of her mouth in a lazy stroke as he slid one hand under the hem of her top, the other reaching to cup the back of her neck. His palm spread over the bare curve of her hip, fingers twitching when he realised she wasn’t wearing anything else. 

With a low groan he broke the kiss and pulled her down from the counter. She gasped, feet stumbling slightly before he turned her to face the mirror - he lifted her hands, pressing them against the still slightly steamed glass. Her fingers slipped in the condensation as she braced herself.

She watched his reflection as he moved behind her, his hands gathering the loose fabric of her top as he lifted it, not stopping until it was bunched around her waist. His gaze met hers in the mirror as he nudged a knee between her legs, spreading them apart as he let his towel slip to the floor.

She was sure she almost squeaked when his fingers slid between her folds, his eyes narrowing when he found her already slick. He exhaled slowly, eyes still watching her through the mirror as he eased a finger inside. She sighed, eyelids fluttering as she let herself rock into his touch, his other hand steady against her hip.

A second finger quickly joined the first, stretching her as he curled them just so. Her hands scrambled against the damp mirror as he worked her open. He withdrew his fingers when he felt her walls start to clench around him, lifting them up so that he could suck them into his mouth. 

She gasped at the hollowing of his cheeks as he pulled them free but did not look away when he positioned himself at her entrance, sinking into her inch by inch until he was fully seated within her.

They stayed like that for a moment, her hands slipping against the glass as she adjusted to the stretch. She let out a slow, shuddering breath, her lips parting as she held his gaze in the mirror. She nodded. He moved. Slowly. Deeply. Her spine arched with each thrust, the drag of him within her deliberate and heavy.

His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her hips as he guided her back to meet each roll of his hips. Emmrich let his hands slide from her hips, palms heavy as they smoothed over the twitching muscles of her stomach before they cupped her breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers as the folds of her top were gathered higher.

Rook let her head tip forward, her eyes slipping shut as he thrust harder - her chest hitched as each movement threatened to steal the breath from her lungs. One of her hands slipped from the mirror with a particularly deep roll of his hips and she dropped it to rest over his, pressing his fingers harder into the soft flesh of her breast.

He could feel her getting close, her thighs trembling with the effort of holding herself up as her whimpers grew louder - he lowered himself over her, his chest flush against her back as he hooked his chin over her shoulder. Her lips parted as she turned her face towards him, pressing her mouth against his forehead - she groaned when he finally spilled inside her, her walls clenching around him as she followed him over the edge.

She felt her legs give away beneath her but his arms kept her up as she panted. She saw him turn his face towards her in the mirror and sighed when he nuzzled against her jaw, pressing soft kisses to her skin.

She huffed. “I guess I need another shower now.”

He chuckled against her skin, nudging his nose against hers. “So do I.”

The bedroom was quiet as Emmrich worked methodically, braiding the long silver lengths of Rook’s hair. She was sat on the floor between his legs, her back against the edge of the bed as his fingers wove through the lengths, threading them slowly. The scent of lavender clung to her as she sighed, his hands smoothing over her hair before he tied off the end of the braid with the small band she passed back to him.

He leaned down to press a kiss to her hair as his hands squeezed her shoulders. “All done.” 

She stood, arms stretching high above her head as she murmured a soft thanks. His gaze followed the movement, eyes darkening when her top rode up slightly, exposing a sliver of pale, freckled skin. 

She drifted towards the box on the dresser that held his jewelry, lifting the lid before she threw him a questioning glance. He gave her a slow nod and watched as she began to sift through the pieces, happily pulling out her favourites. She moved back between his legs and lifted one of his hands, sliding the tiny signet ring onto his pinky finger, then the gold band onto his ring finger. She reached for the wider cuff-style bracelet she knew he liked and fastened it around his wrist with a soft click. She then held out a delicate chain-like bracelet, the small discs that hung from it warm under her fingers, before she secured it around his other wrist, her brow furrowed in concentration. 

Just as she was about to slip the last bangle onto his wrist, his hands stopped hers and she met his gaze - without a word he took it from her fingers and reached for her wrist. He slipped it over her hand until the thin band settled against her skin. He heard her sigh when he twisted her hand, his lips soft against the delicate skin of her wrist before he looked back up at her.

“Do you have to work today?”

She shook her head. “I’m done now until the graduation ceremony. No more shifts until next week.”

“Then I would like you to spend the day with me,” he murmured, his thumb brushing gently over her knuckles. “I have a few errands to run and would be most glad of your company.”

She smiled and reached for his face, her hands warm against his cheeks as she pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Okay,” she agreed, lacing their fingers together and tugging him to his feet.

Emmrich paused to grab her leather jacket, hooking his fingers under the collar as they left the room before following her down the stairs. Manfred was waiting for them at the bottom. Rook let go of Emmrich’s hand to scoop him up into her arms, whispering quietly to the cat as she wandered into the kitchen to feed him. Emmrich sat on the bottom step pulling his shoes on, laughing when she asked Manfred if he wanted her to smuggle some chicken into the house for him, the cat chirping happily in response.

He already had her boots set out for her when she strolled back into the foyer and she smiled as she leaned on his shoulders to slip her feet in, pinching him when his hands slid teasingly down her calves, steadying her as she wobbled. Once she had both boots on he pulled one foot up onto his thigh, fingers lacing the boot easily before doing the same to the other. Once he was finished, he wrapped his hands around her knees, letting his fingers squeeze gently for just a moment before he stood. He held out her jacket, letting her slide into it before he pulled her braid free so that it could lay against her back. "Perfect."

The morning was crisp but fresh as the city woke up. The drive to the shopping district was short, peaceful, her music filling the car as she sat curled up comfortably in her seat, one leg tucked underneath her, fingers idly tapping against the window. Emmrich glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, smiling as she hummed along softly.

It didn't take them long to arrive and Rook happily wrapped an arm around his waist as he slung his own over her shoulders. She paid no attention to the looks thrown in their direction now, happy to just enjoy his warmth as he kept her tucked against his side, his fingers tapping against the soft leather of her jacket as they walked through the crowds.

When they reached the coffee shop she had officially deemed her favorite, she ordered her usual strawberry milk iced tea, where much to her delight, Emmrich then ordered an iced Earl Grey.

“Hang on,” she teased, hip propped against the counter as they waited. “Did I just see you order an iced tea?”

His lips pursed as he reached for their drinks when they were slid across the counter towards them. “You really are quite insufferable.”

She grinned, teeth flashing between her lips, and took a deep sip of her own sugar filled beverage. “But you love me.”

He sighed though it was edged in amusement. “Yes. I do. And yet somehow, you still find new ways to try my patience, darling.”

She laughed brightly as she bumped her hip against his before reaching for his free hand, their fingers threading together.

Emmrich led them toward a rather upscale jeweler further down the street and Rook glanced up at him curiously, her straw caught between her teeth. “Did you want to replace some of your grave gold?”

He gave her a warm look, his thumb brushing against the flesh of her wrist where his bracelet hung loosely. "Do you remember my promise to eventually have you covered in your own collection of grave gold? Well this is going to be a start."

She flushed slightly but didn’t complain as he guided her inside the store.

The young saleswoman at the counter perked up as they stepped inside and quickly hurried off into the back after she recognised Emmrich. As Emmrich moved to wait by the register, Rook let herself wander through the store, fingers trailing carefully over the glass cases, eyes wide as she took in the rows of delicate gold chains, rings, set with dark stones, and watches that she was sure would cost more than her apartment.

A pair of deceptively simple looking earrings made her pause, fingers twitching as she traced the delicate twisting shapes through the glass, the faint etchings in the silver almost invisible unless she squinted. She exhaled softly and moved on, glancing over her shoulder to check Emmrich was still at the counter.

Emmrich smiled warmly when the saleswoman reappeared, watching as she carefully laid out the wrapped pieces he had ordered so that he could inspect them - he hummed with approval, nodding for her to wrap them back up as he paid.

With his packages tucked away in a bag he turned to find Rook, spotting her staring at a display near the counter - her gaze was focused on a set of thin, gold bracelets, both wrapped in intricate leaf-like designs, each band shaped like a winding vine with the tiny leaves curling around it. The gold gleamed softly under the display lights as he stepped quietly behind her, voice low against her ear. “They are very beautiful.”

She jumped, her ears twitching as his breath fluttered over her skin, her fingers tightening around her drink before she shook her head. "I was just looking," she murmured though her gaze flicked back toward the bracelets as she twisted to face him.

He huffed warmly as he glanced over at the saleswoman, Rook once again stepping into his side. "May we see them first?"

The saleswoman nodded, hands deftly unlocking the case before she carefully lifted the bracelets from their cushion. Emmrich took one in each hand when she held them out, lifting them up to admire them under the store lights. He ran a thumb over the delicate engravings, mouth curling as he took in the almost organic shapes and nodded approvingly - he turned to Rook, watching the way her gaze moved between the bracelets and his face, her lips slightly parted as her cheeks flushed again.

He reached for her wrist, fingers pressing softly as he slid the smaller of the two bracelets over her hand. The warm metal settled lightly against her skin and she couldn't help but gasp a little as she lifted her hand to see it better. Her gaze moved back to him and watched as he slipped the second, larger, bracelet onto his own wrist.

He hummed and glanced at the saleswoman . "We’ll take these as well."

“Emmrich-”

Her words were cut off by the press of his lips. His fingers ghosted over her wrist, tracing the warm gold now wrapped around it, as he tilted her chin to deepen the kiss. His breath was warm against her lips when he broke the kiss. "I will see you have everything you desire, my love. I may not be your... sugar daddy-" he shook his head when she laughed against his mouth. "-anymore, but that just means I can now indulge you like this without you having to worry about any perceived cost. You are mine to treasure and cover in treasure alike."

She hesitated, for just a brief moment, before she pushed up onto her toes, hand wrapping around his neck as she pulled him back down into the kiss, oblivious to the amused look from the saleswoman as Emmrich handed over his credit card again without turning away.

With their hands laced together, matching bracelets brushing against each other, they left the store. Rook laughed when Emmrich finally finished his iced tea. She tilted her head up at him, eyes dancing with amusement. "You really do like it now, don't you?"

Emmrich exhaled dramatically, tossing the empty cup into a nearby bin as he tugged her closer. "You will never let me live this down, will you?"

"Never," she grinned, squeezing his hand. "You wait until I tell Bellara you like iced tea..."

He huffed, adjusting his cuff where his new gold sat snug his wrist. "I tolerate it. There’s a distinct difference, darling."

She just laughed again, leaning further into his side as they walked on, his steps in sync with hers.

“I will not be having another.”

She laughed. “Whatever you say, handsome. So, what did you have planned next?”

“I need to stop by the institute and collect some documents for tomorrow's board meeting.” His thumb brushed idly over her knuckles as he spoke. “Would you like to come with me?"

Rook tilted her head up. “You sure? I wouldn't want to be a distraction if you have to work.”

“You are very much a constant distraction, my love. But one that I have no issue with.” He lifted their joined hands, pressing his mouth to her fingers. "Let's go."

Emmrich led her through the entrance hall of V.R.I.E, his fingers laced tightly through hers as he steered her through the steady flow of researchers, scientists, and admin staff. The air hummed with quiet conversation and the echo of footsteps but it was not enough to distract her from the weight of gazes following them, some subtle in their curiosity, others not hiding it quite as well.

As he led her towards the corridor that held the lifts, she stepped closer to his side, doing her best to match his stride. "Do the people here know who I am?" she asked.

Emmrich squeezed her fingers as he glanced down, surprised but endeared by her sudden shyness. He pulled her closer as they stopped in front of the lift. He stepped forward, pressing the button for his floor before he hummed. “A few do, yes.”

Her brows furrowed slightly when she went to question him further, lips parting before he continued. “After I unwisely put myself into self-isolation for three days in my office I owed a number of people apologies. It had become apparent to my closest staff that I was… emotionally compromised.”

“Emmrich, I-”

“None of that,” He leaned down to kiss her softly, cutting off her apology. “There is no need for you to apologise. I was the one who locked myself away in my office - my poor assistant ended up calling in Myrna for reinforcements."

Emmrich wasn’t finished however when she laughed quietly. "If it helps, I finally discovered the building-wide betting pool on whether I'd remain a single, lonely, cat-owning scientist for the rest of my days.”

“Oh, you poor thing.”

“I know. Truly, the lack of faith was devastating.” The lift doors slid open, and he led her out. 

“Cristan, my assistant, appears to have walked away with quite the lucrative payout. I haven’t yet decided whether I’m pleased for him.” 

Rook quickly found herself recalling the memories of the night they had first met as he steered her down the window lined corridor. As they approached his office, a young curly haired man looked up from his desk.

“Good morning, Cristan,” Emmrich greeted smoothly, nodding towards him. 

Cristan’s brows lifted slightly at the unexpected sight of Emmrich, though he masked his surprise of his guest well. "Good morning, Professor." He held a hand towards her. “You must be Ms Ingellvar."

She smiled, grateful for his warm welcome despite the obvious curiosity in his gaze. "Rook, please."

Emmrich and Cristan spoke briefly, messages passed on and the timings for his meeting the next day confirmed before he led her into his office. He let go of her hand once they were inside, locked the door quietly and then moved towards his desk, dropping the bag from the jeweler’s onto the paper strewn surface - she let her gaze wander across the room in the daylight, eyes wide as she took the opportunity to admire the plants in the large display cases spaced across the room. 

As she drifted Emmrich lowered himself into his chair, hands already shuffling through the stacks of papers, muttering to himself as he searched. Rook walked over to one of the large bookcases, fingers trailing across the spines as she read the titles. A few caught her attention and she read them aloud, mouth curled into a faint smile.

“‘From Grave to Grove: Ethnobotany and the Cycle of Passing’” she asked, glancing over her shoulder at him. “One of your's?”

He smirked though he didn't look up. “A labor of love that one - if I remember right I fought with my publisher for 6 months about the title.”

She continued down the bookcase. “‘Mourning and Medicinal Plants: An Ethnobotanical Study of Funerary Practices’”

“Now that one was a bestseller - I was interviewed on TV a few years back about it after sales picked up again.”

Rook didn't even try to mask her snort, she ignored the huff from behind her as her fingers continued to drift before settling on a large book near the center, the name on the spine catching her eye as she paused.

"Roots of the Afterlife: The Role of Plants in Death and their Memory," She pulled it down from the shelf and turned it in her hands before she held it up. “Is this the book you wrote with Myrna?”

He looked up then, and to her delight, his cheeks turned the most endearing shade of pink. "Ah," he cleared his throat. "It is. I was a much younger man back then - far more idealistic and impatient than I am now." He chuckled. "I recall Myrna and I arguing over theories in nearly every chapter. I do believe she won most of them."

Rook smiled as she moved towards his desk, the book held in one hand. “Could I borrow it?”

He sat back in chair as she approached. "It's a rather dense read I'm afraid. Far too academic and filled with more footnotes than we had any right putting in."

She laughed as she shrugged, setting it down lightly beside the jeweler’s bag on his desk. “That's fine - I like a challenge.”

She took the opportunity to hop up onto his desk, legs spreading when he draped his hands on her thighs, thumbs pressing softly into the fabric of her jeans. She leaned down, her hands reaching for his face as he tugged him closer - his mouth was warm under hers, the kiss unhurried.

“Would you like to see what I purchased?” His question was soft, his gaze warm as he looked up at her, her seat on the edge of his desk giving her a pleasantly thrilling height advantage.

She hummed, her thumbs moving to brush across his jaw, and nodded. 

He let his hands trail down her thighs, encouraging her to shift backwards on the desk with a squeeze. She shuffled back as he reached around her for the bag, pulling it onto his lap. He lifted the three small boxes out carefully and placed them on the polished wood between her legs.

Rook eyed them curiously as he opened the first box, revealing a set of bracelets. The first two were slim golden bands, barely wider than the tip of her finger whereas the third was thicker - all three bore the same green gemstones, delicately inlaid across the bands. They sparkled in the warm lights of his office and she realised that the undertones in the stones matched several of his own pieces. She reached out, fingertips brushing hesitantly over the stones, before he took her hand in his. He slid the two slimmer bracelets over her knuckles, watching as they settled next to the others she already wore - he then guided the thicker one onto her opposite wrist, no longer bare. His touch lingered for a moment.

He opened the largest of the boxes next and her lips parted when he lifted out the choker-style necklace. The gold band had clearly been made to measure, she knew instantly that it would sit snug around her throat much like the other he had already bought her - what set it apart however was the chain that hung from the center. It split into two, as if it was designed to drape between her breasts and she warmed at the thought.

Emmrich raised a brow as he glanced from the piece in his hand to her chest, lips curved. She huffed at the glint in his eyes but straightened to shrug off her jacket, letting it fall behind her onto the desk. She then reached for the hem of her top and pulled it over her head, dropping it atop her jacket as she shook her braid back behind her. She sat there now clad only in her bra and shivered when she felt the cool air brush over her skin - her eyes followed the hand that lifted, tracing over the curve of her waist before his fingers danced across her ribs.

Emmrich continued until he could cup the back of her neck and nodded when she leaned down towards him, her breath catching when his fingers pressed against her throat. He smiled when it settled snug around her throat, running a finger underneath to make sure that she was comfortable and deftly closed the clasp at the back. His fingers then trailed back down, over the swell of her breast as she straightened so he could drape the chains to his liking - he felt her lean forward again when he reached around her, arms wrapping around her waist so that he could fasten the clasp at the small of her back. His hands lingered at her hips as he encouraged her to lean back, gaze approving as he took in the way the jewelry sat against her pale, freckled skin.

Her eyes widened when she realised that the last box was too small to be anything other than a ring box. "Emmrich-"

Emmrich shook his head, one hand smoothing across her thigh. “I know, my love,” he murmured gently. “ That's not what this is.”

He opened the box and showed her the delicate gold band. It was small, dainty, and at the center sat a blue stone. She sighed when she realised the color matched her eyes. He hummed as he reached for her hand, smoothing his fingers over hers before he separated them. He slid the ring slowly onto her middle finger. It fit snugly, she would try to remember to question him later about when he had taken her ring size, and sat against her skin as if it had always belonged there. He lifted her hand so that he could press a kiss to the band, his lips warm against her skin.

She met his gaze - he was looking at her, waiting for her reaction as he let his thumb brush over the ring.

She didn't speak as she moved the boxes, setting them to the side of his desk so that she could slide off the desk, sinking down onto his lap, her knees trapping his thighs. She reached for both of his hands, lifting them both up against the headrest of his chair and held them there.

Her mouth hovered over his as she met his gaze. His lips parted, his brow lifting in quiet curiosity until she closed the distance to kiss him, her tongue brushing against the seam of his lips before he granted her entry - she kept his hands pressed into the headrest. When the need to breathe grew too great she pulled back, just enough for her nose to brush against his, her gaze heavy and searching.

“If you did ask,” she whispered. “I would say yes.”

His eyes widened slightly before they softened at the flash of anxiety across her features. He moved his hands just enough to let him lace their fingers together, though he made no effort to lower his arms. He smiled when she sank a little deeper into his lap.

“Maybe when you’re older.”

She huffed, squeezing his fingers tightly when he laughed, but sighed when his chin tipped up to chase her mouth.

Chapter Text

"You both look beautiful," Maara said, reaching out to adjust Bellara's collar as the two women stepped into the lounge - she laughed as her hands were brushed away and moved back to stand beside her husband who had risen from his spot on the couch. "We've got your robes already in the car so if you're both ready we can leave."

Rook crossed the lounge as Bellara found herself drawn into conversation with her mother - she leaned down to pick up her mobile from the coffee table, glancing over her shoulder when she heard the front door to the apartment open, her father holding it open for Bellara. Her mother raised a brow but before she could respond, her phone buzzed - she raised a hand quickly and wandered over to the window, tapping the screen. 

"Hi," she spoke first, voice soft, as she listened to her parents mutter in the corridor outside the front door. The smile that had curved across her face fell quickly when Emmrich responded, his tone low and edged in apology. 

"I'm so sorry, my love," she turned her back to the open door, one hand reaching out to scratch between Mandrake's ears when he hopped up onto the windowsill. 

"You're not coming?"

She heard him sigh, the squeak of his chair in the background as he moved. "The board called an emergency meeting after an incident earlier this morning in one of the labs, I had hoped to be able to leave by now..."

"Ok," she swallowed, blinking back tears that she immediately felt silly about. She lifted a hand, brushing away the moisture that gathered on her lashes. "It's ok."

"Darling..." Emmrich shifted in his chair again, waving away Cristan who had appeared at his office door tapping his watch. "I'm sorry-"

Rook shook her head, laughing wetly when she realised belatedly that he wouldn't see it. "It's ok, Emmrich. Will you be able to make it for the meal afterwards?"

"I will. I promise - I love you."

"I love you too."

She hadn't heard her mother approach as she ended the call and all it took was a raised eyebrow for her throat to tighten - she let Maara pull her into a hug, a ringed hand smoothing down her back. 

"Was that Emmrich?" It was asked gently, her mother testing the waters carefully as she pulled back. "He can't make it?"

Rook shook her head, tucking her phone away into the pocket hidden in her dress. "Not the ceremony but he is going to be there for the meal."

Maara sighed, lifting a hand to brush a stray strand of silver hair behind her daughter's ear. "Ok then," she placed her hands either side of her face and tipped her head down so that she could press a kiss to her forehead. "Then we'll see him at the meal. Now let's get you and little miss energetic over there going before we're late."

"I heard that..."

Rook laughed, lifting her head to spot Bellara bouncing by the front door. "Let's go."

Bellara, despite her protests, knew how to address a crowd and the air rang with laughter as she wrapped up her speech - the university grounds were lined with rows upon rows of chairs filled with the families and friends of those graduating. Her cheeks were flushed as she stepped back from the podium, lifting her hands to wave as the crowd hollered and cheered - she was replaced by the Dean as she hurried from the stage to find her space in the queue of students waiting to be called up.

One by one names were read aloud, whistles and shouts filling the air as each scroll was collected - Rook found herself bouncing on her toes as she waited, Bellara tucked further down the queue behind her. She almost missed the call of her name as the steps to the stage moved into view. 

"Ingellvar, Sable."

It was the sharp whistle of her father that snapped her back to reality, her mother laughing and waving from the spot deep within the other families - she glanced over as she climbed the steps, smiling when she saw Neve, Davrin, Lace, Taash and Lucanis stood around her parents, their voices carrying loudly over the crowd. 

"That's quite some fan club you have, Ms. Ingellvar," the mock whisper drew a laugh from her as she accepted the handshake, the embossed scroll she had spent the last 4 years earning held tightly in her other hand. 

"They are something."

The next name was read off as she made her way down from the stage, her feet carrying her towards her friends and family - it was only when she saw a familiar shape stood off in the distance, all long legs and silver streaked hair, that she changed direction. She heard her parents call out as she darted through the throng of bodies, robes flaring around her legs, but she paid them little mind as she finally broke free - Emmrich stood away from the crowd, having arrived well after everyone had been seated, his hands tucked into his trouser pockets as he watched her approach. 

His eyes widened when she made no move to slow down and lifted his arms just in time to catch her as she flung herself at him - her momentum carried him back a step, his arms wrapping around her as they spun before he could place her back on her feet. 

"I thought you weren't going to make it," her fingers curled into the lapel of his suit jacket. Her face was warm, eyes bright as she lifted her chin up, lips curving as he leaned down towards her - the spin had tousled some of his hair loose, a single strand falling over his forehead as he cradled her face between his palms. 

Emmrich shook his head, lips brushing hers. "I realised that there is always going to be another crisis and I had somewhere far more important to be-" Whatever else he had meant to say was lost as Rook lifted up on her toes, holding him by his jacket, to kiss him - it far from indecent, just a soft press of lips and shared breath as voices called out to them, but it was enough to draw a small sigh from him before she pulled back, a hand lifted to brush away the hair over his forehead. 

"Thank you..." Rook murmured the words quietly, pressing another small kiss to the corner of his mouth before she wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing her face into his chest. Emmrich held her tightly even as the voices of her parents and friends grew louder - he heard her mumble something into his chest and laughed, pushing her back half a step.

"What was that?"

"I really do love you, you know," one arm curled around his waist as she tucked herself into his side. "Like I really love you."

Emmrich chuckled, pressing a small kiss to the top of her head as he turned them to face the others. "I know."

The rest of their group closed the distance between them quickly and he nodded warmly towards her parents. "Apologies for my late arrival."

Her mother shook her head. "You're here now. That's all that matters."

Bellara was out of breath as she drew to a stop beside them, having hurried from the stage after collecting her scroll after Rook, with her cheeks flushed red and cap sat at an alarming angle. "Seeing as I also graduated today does that mean I get a kiss as well? I think it's only fair."

The air was filled with laughter as Rook groaned. "Bell..."

"I would be a fool to argue with logic like that," Emmrich laughed, his smile indulgent as Bellara practically bounced closer and leaned down so that he could press a soft kiss to her cheek, straightening her cap before she stepped back. "Congratulations, Bellara."

The lighthearted chatter quickly turned to their meal plans as they discussed travel arrangements before Emmrich interrupted. "If I may, I would like to suggest a change of plans." 

Rook tipped her chin up, brow raised in question.

"I would be delighted if you would all be open to a change in venue - to make up for my late arrival I took it upon myself to arrange for us to eat at La Chantrie."

"Emmrich, that's..."

He smoothed his hand down Rook's back as he nodded, mouth curved endearingly. "Completely appropriate for such an occasion," he looked to the others for confirmation. "And entirely my treat." He laughed when Davrin whistled.

"You rich people really are like this, huh?"

He bowed his head before moving to lace his hand through Rook's, squeezing softly when she just huffed though her expression was one of surprised delight. As the others all quickly agreed to the change they arranged to seperate, all needing to change into clothing more suitable for their new destination.

Emmrich found himself content to watch Rook wander about his bedroom as he sat perched on the edge of the bed - she had been debating between two dresses for several minutes now, stood in just her underwear, and he laughed when she turned to him, a hanger in each hand.

"I'm partial to the green one."

The dress in question was one that he had bought for her on a whim, the deep moss green a rather fetching colour on her fair skin - with its delicate detailing and skirt that would fall nicely to her knees it was a good choice for a midday fine dining experience.

"Well that solves that then." Tucking the other dress back into the wardrobe she moved across the bedroom, laying the green dress across the bed before she stepped between his knees. Rook let her hands drop atop his shoulders, fingers curling into the fabric of his jacket as he watched her with open affection, one hand settling against her waist.

A flash of something in his gaze stilled her, one hand lifting from his shoulder to cradle his jaw as she lifted a brow. "What is it?"

Emmrich smiled. "I have something for you."

"Oh?"

He settled his other hand against her waist, tugging her a step closer. "It would make me very happy if you considered staying here-" a hand slipped from her waist, disappearing into his pocket. "-on a more permanent basis."

"You're asking me to move in?"

He nodded. "I am. You are it for me now, my love, and sharing my home with you would bring me so much joy."

Rook blinked before she smiled, letting her thumb brush over his cheek as he waited for her response. "What if the cat's don't get along?" Her smile widened when he laughed, the hand on her waist tightening just a little.

"I'm sure that both Mandrake and Manfred will get along fabulously - this house is more than big enough for them both. Do I take that as a yes?"

She nodded, lips parted as she watched him pull his hand from his pocket.

"Then I suppose you will need this."

"I already have a ke-" the words caught in her throat when Emmrich opened his hand, palm up. The ring was deceptively simple, the white gold band slim and the stone that atop it cradled by tiny filigree leaves - her eyes widened, flicking between his hesitant gaze and the ring. "Thats- Emmrich, thats-"

"I want you in my life, Sable. In every way that I can have you which would include marrying you if that is something you still wanted. I know what I said last week and you are under no pressure... but I would like you to have this-"

The air was pushed from his lungs as he was pushed back onto the mattress, his legs hung over the edge - he laughed as Rook climbed atop his lap, her eyes bright and just ever so slightly damp. He watched as she took the ring still held out to her, his breath catching slightly as she slid it onto her ring finger, holding it up to let it catch the light from the window before she tipped her head down to meet his gaze. 

"Yes." He opened his mouth to respond but was stopped by the press of her's against his - she kissed him, hands cradled against his face, as his hands settled on her hips. 

"Yes," she breathed the words into his mouth, eyes closing when she felt his hands flex. She let her lips trail across his cheek. "Yes."

Emmrich chuckled when she brushed a small kiss against the tip of his nose - he let go of her hip, one hand reaching for her hand so that he could press a kiss to her palm. "Yeah?"

"God's, yes.

Rook laughed when he rolled them, settling her on her back as he pressed her into the mattress - his hands reached for hers, lifting them to rest beside her head as he laced their fingers together. When he situated himself between her thighs she hooked her legs around his hips, pulling him down against her as he nudged her nose with his. 

"We're going to be late," she murmured the words quietly when he let his forehead rest lightly against hers. She felt the flutter of his breath as she shifted beneath him, sighing softly as he sank into the cradle of her hips. 

Emmrich kissed her then, long and slow. "They can wait."

They did eventually arrive at La Chantrie, much later than the others - Rook's cheeks were still flushed as they were led towards the private dining section and she laughed at the pointed looks of her parents as Emmrich pulled her seat out for her. 

The atmosphere was light, the air rich with laughter and chatter as the group ate and drank - much of the conversation focused on Rook and Bellara as their future plans were discussed. 

Bellara went full speed into her explanation about the upcoming expedition the local branch of the Veil Jumpers had planned - she had always intended on following in her brother's footsteps and when an archivist position had been offered there had been no hesitation on her part. Attention soon fell to Rook, the same question asked of her as Emmrich draped his arm along the back of her seat. 

She reached for her glass, pretending to ignore the way her mother froze in her seat as she lifted the drink - she saw her eyes widen and smirked behind the glass when she turnd to nudge her husband who quickly followed Maara's gaze. The pair raised their brows in sync and she felt her blush deepen. 

Bellara, however was not so subtle, her eyes spotting the ring on her finger as the glass found it's way back onto the table. Her delighted squeal quickly drew the attention of the others and Neve laughed as she tried to calm the excited elf.

"At least we know why you were both late."