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On the twentieth day of the month of Balogar, Agnea and Alfyn leave home with a darkwood huntress and her leopard companion. It's five days to Oresrush, the nearest town, so they'll need to camp. It's the first time either of them have done so-- but H'aanit knows the ropes, and shows them how to pitch a tent and start a campfire. She shoots a rabbit for dinner and makes them a delicious stew with leeks and celery, which they eat with bread and cheese as the sun sinks behind the trees of the Leaflands. As night falls they wash up and change for bed, and H'aanit volunteers to keep watch, with Linde.
So Agnea and Alfyn roll out bedrolls side by side and lie down under shared blankets, pressed together like they're kids at a sleepover, and Zeph and Mercedes and Pala and Nina are right in arm's reach.
Of course, the chasteness doesn't last long. Agnea kisses him, or maybe he kisses her, wrapping his arms around her as her hands come to fist themselves in his undershirt. They've kissed like this before, a couple of times-- in the year since Alfyn's mother Millie died, it's just been him in his family home, and Agnea's slept over there more than once. Neither of them really think much about it. It just feels natural.
"Damn, Agnie," Alfyn mumbles into her lips as she traps his knee between hers, riding on his thigh. The layers of cloth between them feel like miles of distance. He runs one hand down her body, tracing the arch of her back, the curve of her buttocks, down to her strong dancer's thighs. They kiss and touch like young lovers do. Agnea giggles into his lips, rolling her hips against his leg in a way that sends lightning straight down his spine.
"We shouldn't go too far," he mumbles between kisses, though he's smiling, as if he could say no to her. "H'aanit's right there."
"Unless you can be quiet," Agnea replies. "Can you be quiet for me, Alfie?"
Gods, the way she purrs it out. Blood rushes to his cheeks and his cock. Yes, he wants to say. Yes, fuck yes, gods yes, anything for you. "I mean," he mumbles. "You tend to make a good bit of noise yourself." It's true. If he touches her the right way, she'll squeak. And she knows it. To prove it, he flips them over so he's leaning over her, holding himself up on one elbow.
She giggles like a love-struck schoolgirl, grabbing him by the cheeks and kissing him, long and deep. Giggles turn into soft moans as Alfyn pushes her thighs apart, and she lets him, pushing up the loose fabric of her nightgown. His hand runs under it, reaching up to squish her breast. He wants nothing more than to rip the gown off her and cover her breasts in kisses and marks, but they have to be able to look H'aanit in the eye tomorrow.
Even so, he kisses her neck, hearing the soft little noises she makes as he feels her pulse beneath his lips. They thrill him, knowing those noises are only for him, that he's doing that to her, and she lets him. And fuck, that's where it's at, isn't it, is the satisfaction of knowing you can make someone come apart, drop all their layers and bare themselves, body and soul. He grinds his erection against her covered pussy, wanting to rip their clothes off with his teeth and nails, as she lets out a noise.
"Alfie~" she whines, her hips twitching. Her nightgown's bunched up under her chin, her breasts naked to the air. He takes a moment to look at her. Her blue eyes shimmer with want as she clutches the bedroll under her. "You can't kiss me like that and then just stop!"
"Have I ever said I love it when you drop your city girl accent?" Alfyn mumbles into her lips. "Feels so nice, hearin' you beg in your real voice."
"Alfie, please," she whines again. "I need you in me."
Well with such a polite request, how could he say no?
"Gimme a second," he says, finding at least a little clarity and reaching for his satchel. He blindly fumbles for long seconds, before it hits him. "Oh, gods."
"What is it now?" Agnea groans, pushing herself up on her elbows.
"Zeph and I traded satchels, right before we left," he says. "I didn't take the condoms out."
Agnea shakes her head. "I don't care," she says. "Put it in me raw. I need you now or I'm gonna explode."
"But..."
"Alfie, please," Agnea begs. She pushes the leg of her bloomers aside. She's hot and wet and ready. "I want you so bad. I need you."
And gods if that doesn't thrill him a little.
"Fuck it," he whispers. He dives into her, kissing her hard, burying his length in her pussy. Agnea moans, throwing her head back and letting Alfyn kiss her neck. On the ground they rut, hard and fast, the blanket that once covered them now tossed aside in the heat of the moment. She feels so fucking good. Agnea has her hands over her mouth, holding in her noises, and Alfyn wishes he could be kissing her lips again, but her neck's pretty good.
"Oh, gods," she moans. "Oh, gods, deeper, Alfie, please, gods--"
"I love you. Fuck, I love you."
"Alfie!"
She cries his name as she cums, muffled by her hands. Her walls tense and her hips buck, massaging Alfyn's cock as he finally groans out his own climax. His seed spills into her in a way they've never let it before. Panting and flushed and sweaty, they tangle together, feeling young and more in love than ever. Alfyn kisses her, gentle and sweet, and fixes his pajama pants.
"Mm..." Agnea hums. "Love you."
"Love you," Alfyn replies. He yawns. "Remember to go pee. Prevent infection."
Agnea blushes, as if they didn't just have sex, but nonetheless goes to fix her nightgown and clean up. She's back a few minutes later, quickly crawling under the blankets they share and shivering in the chilly autumn night.
"I hope miss H'aanit didn't hear us," she mumbles as she sinks into Alfyn's arms.
"I'm sure she would've said something," Alfyn replies. He yawns again, settling back into the bedroll with Agnea on his chest. "G'night, Agnie."
"Goodnight, Alfie."
The night passes without incident. In the morning they pack up and continue traveling. And they get all the way to Oresrush thinking H'aanit's none the wiser, until they're going to bed, and she blows out the lamp, and says,
"Doth take care, you two."
Alfyn, exhausted from travel and the truly impressive amount of Ann's baked beans he ate for dinner, lifts his head a bit from his position in the other bed, Agnea settled in and lying on his chest. "Huh?"
H'aanit tosses a tin of condoms at him. "Mine master often said this: thou must wrappen it up."