1. It's back in the days when Rina is still in love with Florian, and they have something to share in their quiet, sexless leader. Zara is so angry with him, but Rina, determined to make the best of everything, unlaces the bodice of her plain blue dress and guides Zara's hands over her breasts, teaching her to let her thumbs linger on the pale brown nipples. In the stillness of those unendingly long nights before the revolution, Rina has whole volumes to teach her. Zara has always been too angry to make love to anyone. Rina has a body too beautiful to fuck; the only way to touch her is like this.
2. "I'm composing a sonnet for you right now," Stock tells her, and Rina rests her cheek against his shoulder and just laughs, her golden hair spilling across his skin. He stops his gentle thrusting and stares at her. "What are you laughing at?"
"You not be very interested if you can think to compose," she says, taking his face in her hands.
"A true poet is inspired by everything," he says with great dignity, and Rina's heart warms; she presses her hips forward to his, startling him back into action.
3. "I thought you were in love with Justin." The smile plays across his pockmarked face. Rina grits her teeth, determined to be stubborn -- behave like Zara, think of Zara -- and sinks to her knees, reaching for his trousers. A moment later, before she can protest, he pulls her back to her feet. "If you're determined to do this, then we'll do it like equals," Florian says mildly, and Rina feels the relief wash over her.
4. "You want to do something to prove to me that you're not just playing at war because you like code names and limericks?" Justin's voice is as calm and authoritative in Stock's ear as his grip is tight on his cock. Just barely tight enough it ought to hurt, but all Stock feels is excitement.
"That's right," he breathes.
"I'll give you a chance to-morrow, with the Monkey," Justin says, and Stock feels himself get harder.
5. Before Florian finds them and makes them his children, they live alone together; he isn't so old, and she's young, and he, the carpenter's son, makes them a bed wide enough that when her nightmares come all she has to do is roll over to be in safe arms.
Later, before she leaves for Nierkeeping, they spend one more night together. Rina isn't so young -- at least sometimes her heart feels old. But there's safety still in his arms, and this time they keep each other warm in a different way. When she leaves in the morning, she stays a little to touch his long white hair and the fine crow's feet in the corners of his eyes.
"I love you," she says; Luther smiles.
^Smut wasn't going to happen, I just wrote the fucking pairing for you. XD
Part 1 -- Westmark set
1. It's back in the days when Rina is still in love with Florian, and they have something to share in their quiet, sexless leader. Zara is so angry with him, but Rina, determined to make the best of everything, unlaces the bodice of her plain blue dress and guides Zara's hands over her breasts, teaching her to let her thumbs linger on the pale brown nipples. In the stillness of those unendingly long nights before the revolution, Rina has whole volumes to teach her. Zara has always been too angry to make love to anyone. Rina has a body too beautiful to fuck; the only way to touch her is like this.
2. "I'm composing a sonnet for you right now," Stock tells her, and Rina rests her cheek against his shoulder and just laughs, her golden hair spilling across his skin. He stops his gentle thrusting and stares at her. "What are you laughing at?"
"You not be very interested if you can think to compose," she says, taking his face in her hands.
"A true poet is inspired by everything," he says with great dignity, and Rina's heart warms; she presses her hips forward to his, startling him back into action.
3. "I thought you were in love with Justin." The smile plays across his pockmarked face. Rina grits her teeth, determined to be stubborn -- behave like Zara, think of Zara -- and sinks to her knees, reaching for his trousers. A moment later, before she can protest, he pulls her back to her feet. "If you're determined to do this, then we'll do it like equals," Florian says mildly, and Rina feels the relief wash over her.
4. "You want to do something to prove to me that you're not just playing at war because you like code names and limericks?" Justin's voice is as calm and authoritative in Stock's ear as his grip is tight on his cock. Just barely tight enough it ought to hurt, but all Stock feels is excitement.
"That's right," he breathes.
"I'll give you a chance to-morrow, with the Monkey," Justin says, and Stock feels himself get harder.
5. Before Florian finds them and makes them his children, they live alone together; he isn't so old, and she's young, and he, the carpenter's son, makes them a bed wide enough that when her nightmares come all she has to do is roll over to be in safe arms.
Later, before she leaves for Nierkeeping, they spend one more night together. Rina isn't so young -- at least sometimes her heart feels old. But there's safety still in his arms, and this time they keep each other warm in a different way. When she leaves in the morning, she stays a little to touch his long white hair and the fine crow's feet in the corners of his eyes.
"I love you," she says; Luther smiles.
^Smut wasn't going to happen, I just wrote the fucking pairing for you. XD