If she insisted on doing it anyway, Tyler immediately acknowledges to himself he wouldn't be surprised. Why let anything get in the way of doing something? He respects that as a way to live, too. So seeing it so bright in Amelia creates the kind of two-truths scenario that he often contemplates. Independence urges him to draw back, but he isn't not enjoying her careful ministrations, even if there's still discomfort. The potion really has helped dull a lot of the pain.
All that's left is for him to admit he's actually, underneath it all, grateful for her touch than anything else. He tries to swallow the grim laughter at how desperate that feels, especially as that warmth beneath his skin starts to translate through to other places in his body. The fair hair covering his arms starts to stand up, lips parting, tongue swiping across them to dampen them too. He shifts briefly, as if sitting like this is distracting. And it is, the tingle between his legs momentarily commanding his entire attention.
"You're doing a better job that I could probably," he finally says, eyes dipping to look down at his front as she moistens the cloth more behind him. His chest is looking more bruised than he'd like it, but he's always more than elated to see the lack of breasts whether he's black and blue or not. He definitely doesn't miss those.
"It's um. You know how it is, maybe? Travelling alone. Taking care of my own wounds is pretty common. This is... it's nice."
They've spent enough time together that she's fairly certain he's not telling her the entire truth. She watches his face closely as she starts to dab the cloth along his bruises, fingers brushing across his skin at times to check the areas around where she's working. The warmth isn't surprising - he'd nearly been squeezed to death, of course his body is angry about it - but he looks a little more flushed than she'd expect. Perhaps a side effect of the potion she gave him? She can't tell.
"A little, but likely not as much as you. Everyone in my guild is trained enough to help the others with things like this, and I've not traveled by myself in a long while." If she ever needs to treat her wounds by herself, it's only long enough to get back to the House for help. Wrapping a few cuts or doing a small line of stitches on her arm isn't the same as what she's doing for him now.
Her expression turns curious as her fingers dip toward the waistband of his trousers. "Is it nice because you don't have to do it or because you enjoy having someone's hands on you? Both are acceptable answers." A beat, and she leans a little closer to whisper, "If it's the latter, you can tell me what else you might like. I'm almost done tending to your bruises and my hands will be free for any number of other uses."
His throat works hard around words that he can't get out immediately, not when Amelia's hand travels dangerously close to the waistband of his trousers. It's plain as day, very suddenly, that he's turned on. The flushed quality to his skin pivots into a full blush, one that he briefly ducks his head to try and hide. But this close up it's almost impossible.
"What-- you mean, uh."
Sex. His brain works hard to try and ascertain if this is his own horny thoughts or if there's actually something being put on the table. His eyes lift, trying to understand how they've moved from what happened to the offer of whatever Amelia is offering.
The fidgeting doesn't stop, not even when he thinks he can maybe string words together again.
She chuckles softly, a light and silvery sound. That certainly took him long enough to figure out.
"If you want me to be. I'm perfectly capable of keeping my hands to myself if you'd rather I take that path." She presses a kiss to his jaw as she retreats, drawing her hands back from finishing her work as that would require him to be pantsless so she can get to his hip. Important as that work is, consent is required for that.
"The bruising below your waist will require less clothing for treatment, but I'll leave it to you to decide if you want me to do that or if you want to do it on your own." Her lips curve into a smirk. "If I do it, you won't need to put anything back on - if you don't want to."
The deep breath in isn't just because he's trying to manuver himself through deep discomfort. The potion has taken the edge off and then some, so it's an ache more in the distance than right up in his face.
But there's an audible tremor to that breath, not catching in his throat so much as wobbling slightly as his thoughts turn unmistakably sexual.
He hadn't expected the situation to develop like this earlier, off the back of almost losing his life, but suddenly his whole body is aching for attention. Sated only by Amelia's talented hands.
"Uh, little of column A, lot of column B."
Now that the confession is out, his eyes search for hers, wondering if they'll find a connection or thread to follow to each other. His body is hungry for more of her attention, and he realizes his mind is too.
"Should I uh... take these off? For healing purposes?" He hooks a thumb into his waistband, lips quirking up into a small grin at the minor joke.
It's unexpectedly endearing to watch him fumble over his words just a little. She can't tell if it's lack of experience, eagerness, or shock about her coming onto him like this - perhaps a bit of all three? - and that only makes the reaction all the sweeter. She's not going to deny, though, not for a single second that he says he's wanting and not while she feels that call in her blood that came from an unexpectedly hard but good fight.
"You should. It'll be easier for us both if you're the one to take them off." She chuckles before pecking his cheek and getting off the bed so he can have that proper space to get off his trousers. As soon as he's kicked them off, she sinks to her knees in front of him and starts tending to the last few inches of bruised flesh below his waist and around his hip. The longer she's down there, the closer she leans, until her lips are a mere inch from one of the scars on his chest. Her breath is hot as her hands continue their work and it's clear she's only waiting because she's able to hold herself back.
"It feels like you could use something to ease some of your stress. You're tense, Tyler. Relax." A breath, and she gently presses her lips to his scar, then an inch below, and then another lower. "I've got you, though you can tell me at any time if something is too much." Consent and enjoyment are paramount to her, and if anything's wrong for Tyler, then it's wrong for them as they do this. She trusts he'll speak his mind if that comes to pass.
Well, assuming he has any mind and ability to say something when she's got her face between his legs. Dreams only know if that'll be true.
He loses the trousers enthusiastically fast, the only hesitation coming a split second before he shoves them down. He doesn't pause all that long, whatever may be after he reveals his entire body to Amelia will shape the rest of the night, he guesses.
Bare now in front of her, his eyes drop to his own body, to his swollen, hard clit jutting out over his pussy lips. There's no hiding how aroused he is, but if there had been any question, he's slick between his folds too.
"Tense?" He says and then almost seems like he's incredulous. "Sure, if we can call that 'horny' too?"
Hornier the lower Amelia drops those kisses, his clit aching for a touch. He shudders visibly, lips parting and his breathing starting to pick up as he realizes she hasn't even said anything about the fact he has a pussy and not a cock. She's still working her way down between his legs regardless and he takes that as a good sign.
"They can coexist. Nothing's stopping that." The tension is likely from the suddenness of all this and the fact that his body's been so thoroughly abused. Tending to the last of the marks she hasn't yet gotten to will help some, but getting him off will likely help more. Orgasms are wonderful for distracting the body from a number of ailments.
She's quiet as her hands continue their work and her lips continue to descend his chest. Eventually she sets aside the cloth in her hand, finished with everything she can easily reach on him, and presses one hand to his shoulder and touches the other to his hip. Her face is lightly flushed with wanting as she looks up at him. "Lie back," she encourages in a husky murmur, giving his shoulder a gentle push. "Let me take care of you first before I put myself over you and allow you your chance to touch."
Dreams, she does want to be touched right now, but with the way he's breathing and the slickness she can already see between his legs, she's distracted enough to wait. Let her simmer in her own needs a bit longer; it'll be all the sweeter to have his hands and lips on her after she's had a chance to taste and tease him.
"Relax, and trust me to take care of you." Another little push, and then she dips her head lower to press her face directly between his legs so she can swipe her tongue slowly over his pussy to enjoy that first, sweet taste. It makes her shudder with pleasure and moan softly, a short prelude and warning before she dives in fully to explore and find those first few places that make him shiver.
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Date: 2025-06-28 10:44 am (UTC)All that's left is for him to admit he's actually, underneath it all, grateful for her touch than anything else. He tries to swallow the grim laughter at how desperate that feels, especially as that warmth beneath his skin starts to translate through to other places in his body. The fair hair covering his arms starts to stand up, lips parting, tongue swiping across them to dampen them too. He shifts briefly, as if sitting like this is distracting. And it is, the tingle between his legs momentarily commanding his entire attention.
"You're doing a better job that I could probably," he finally says, eyes dipping to look down at his front as she moistens the cloth more behind him. His chest is looking more bruised than he'd like it, but he's always more than elated to see the lack of breasts whether he's black and blue or not. He definitely doesn't miss those.
"It's um. You know how it is, maybe? Travelling alone. Taking care of my own wounds is pretty common. This is... it's nice."
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Date: 2025-06-28 11:14 pm (UTC)"A little, but likely not as much as you. Everyone in my guild is trained enough to help the others with things like this, and I've not traveled by myself in a long while." If she ever needs to treat her wounds by herself, it's only long enough to get back to the House for help. Wrapping a few cuts or doing a small line of stitches on her arm isn't the same as what she's doing for him now.
Her expression turns curious as her fingers dip toward the waistband of his trousers. "Is it nice because you don't have to do it or because you enjoy having someone's hands on you? Both are acceptable answers." A beat, and she leans a little closer to whisper, "If it's the latter, you can tell me what else you might like. I'm almost done tending to your bruises and my hands will be free for any number of other uses."
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Date: 2025-06-28 11:34 pm (UTC)"What-- you mean, uh."
Sex. His brain works hard to try and ascertain if this is his own horny thoughts or if there's actually something being put on the table. His eyes lift, trying to understand how they've moved from what happened to the offer of whatever Amelia is offering.
The fidgeting doesn't stop, not even when he thinks he can maybe string words together again.
"Are you coming on to me?"
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Date: 2025-06-29 02:58 am (UTC)"If you want me to be. I'm perfectly capable of keeping my hands to myself if you'd rather I take that path." She presses a kiss to his jaw as she retreats, drawing her hands back from finishing her work as that would require him to be pantsless so she can get to his hip. Important as that work is, consent is required for that.
"The bruising below your waist will require less clothing for treatment, but I'll leave it to you to decide if you want me to do that or if you want to do it on your own." Her lips curve into a smirk. "If I do it, you won't need to put anything back on - if you don't want to."
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Date: 2025-06-29 03:18 pm (UTC)But there's an audible tremor to that breath, not catching in his throat so much as wobbling slightly as his thoughts turn unmistakably sexual.
He hadn't expected the situation to develop like this earlier, off the back of almost losing his life, but suddenly his whole body is aching for attention. Sated only by Amelia's talented hands.
"Uh, little of column A, lot of column B."
Now that the confession is out, his eyes search for hers, wondering if they'll find a connection or thread to follow to each other. His body is hungry for more of her attention, and he realizes his mind is too.
"Should I uh... take these off? For healing purposes?" He hooks a thumb into his waistband, lips quirking up into a small grin at the minor joke.
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Date: 2025-07-03 06:17 pm (UTC)"You should. It'll be easier for us both if you're the one to take them off." She chuckles before pecking his cheek and getting off the bed so he can have that proper space to get off his trousers. As soon as he's kicked them off, she sinks to her knees in front of him and starts tending to the last few inches of bruised flesh below his waist and around his hip. The longer she's down there, the closer she leans, until her lips are a mere inch from one of the scars on his chest. Her breath is hot as her hands continue their work and it's clear she's only waiting because she's able to hold herself back.
"It feels like you could use something to ease some of your stress. You're tense, Tyler. Relax." A breath, and she gently presses her lips to his scar, then an inch below, and then another lower. "I've got you, though you can tell me at any time if something is too much." Consent and enjoyment are paramount to her, and if anything's wrong for Tyler, then it's wrong for them as they do this. She trusts he'll speak his mind if that comes to pass.
Well, assuming he has any mind and ability to say something when she's got her face between his legs. Dreams only know if that'll be true.
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Date: 2025-07-03 10:02 pm (UTC)Bare now in front of her, his eyes drop to his own body, to his swollen, hard clit jutting out over his pussy lips. There's no hiding how aroused he is, but if there had been any question, he's slick between his folds too.
"Tense?" He says and then almost seems like he's incredulous. "Sure, if we can call that 'horny' too?"
Hornier the lower Amelia drops those kisses, his clit aching for a touch. He shudders visibly, lips parting and his breathing starting to pick up as he realizes she hasn't even said anything about the fact he has a pussy and not a cock. She's still working her way down between his legs regardless and he takes that as a good sign.
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Date: 2025-09-20 07:10 pm (UTC)She's quiet as her hands continue their work and her lips continue to descend his chest. Eventually she sets aside the cloth in her hand, finished with everything she can easily reach on him, and presses one hand to his shoulder and touches the other to his hip. Her face is lightly flushed with wanting as she looks up at him. "Lie back," she encourages in a husky murmur, giving his shoulder a gentle push. "Let me take care of you first before I put myself over you and allow you your chance to touch."
Dreams, she does want to be touched right now, but with the way he's breathing and the slickness she can already see between his legs, she's distracted enough to wait. Let her simmer in her own needs a bit longer; it'll be all the sweeter to have his hands and lips on her after she's had a chance to taste and tease him.
"Relax, and trust me to take care of you." Another little push, and then she dips her head lower to press her face directly between his legs so she can swipe her tongue slowly over his pussy to enjoy that first, sweet taste. It makes her shudder with pleasure and moan softly, a short prelude and warning before she dives in fully to explore and find those first few places that make him shiver.