Elliere Braim

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Walking into her home, he was immediately surrounded in her scent. It coated the rooms, furniture, walls. It was practically a house of her, of Mercy. The next thing he noticed was it was simple, basic yet with a dash of womanly touch. Everything was very rustic, the only thing that didn't seem old was the kitchen, but even then it kept with the theme of the small house/cabin. The womanly touch was the plants and flowers scattered throughout the house as well as some artistic pictures. Woven blankets and curtains, probably from Mercy's grandmother, were the other delicate touch. He liked it. It was cozy, warm and spoke of fond memories.

"Nice place," Elliere commented, eyes settling back on Mercy who was sliding off her heels.

"Thank you," she smiled and wandered into the house further leaving Elliere to follow.

He took his time, admiring more pictures along the way and then entered the living room. He found that Mercy wasn't in there though and he questioned where she went when he heard shuffling and a distressed noise down the hall from the living room. He turned around and traveled down the hallway to see a light on behind a bedroom door. The door was cracked open, not shut and Elliere's curiosity took over as another distressed noise came out from Mercy.

He stepped into the sliver of light and could see Mercy, the back of her navy dress halfway unzipped and exposing her almost smooth back. He noted the smoothness was disrupted by small freckles, but he found he liked them. A lot. He shook his head as she let out a groan this time and he noticed her hands were bent uncomfortably as she struggled to reach her zipper. He found himself growing hot with desire at the thought of helping her out of that dress. He knew he needed to refrain from doing anything, but just helping her unzip the dress, yet he wasn't sure he could.

As a defeated sigh left Mercy's lips, he made his decision almost unconsciously. He pulled the door open, it surprisingly didn't squeak and silently approached her from behind. Thankfully this night, he noticed, her curtains were closed. His body was so close to hers he could feel her heat and he leaned forward.

He got his lips close enough to her ear to brush against the skin as he murmured huskily, "Here, let me."

She gasped and was about to move when his fingers grasped the zipper, skimming her smooth skin with his knuckle gently as he pulled it down and then releasing it. Elliere couldn't hide his arousal even if he wanted to now. Shocks were flooding through his system and he wanted nothing more than to have her mark him, to take her on the bed and have her crying out his name.

But he forced himself to step back from her and prepared himself to leave as she slowly turned to face him. Elliere stepped towards the door, every cell in his body aching to go back and kiss her senseless, to claim her, yet he pushed forward.

"Wait," Mercy called, her voice sounding soft and a bit breathless.

Elliere paused immediately, but kept his back to her.

"Thank you," she whispered and he turned then.

His breath hitched in his throat as he seen her holding the navy dress on her and heard the gratitude in her voice. "You're welcome."

The air was charged as their eyes locked. Elliere had discarded of his eyepatch the minute they'd began walking into the woods and he couldn't be more grateful he had now. He could finally see her properly, admire her and all he wanted was to kiss her. She was so beautiful.

He unconsciously took a step forward and saw Mercy's eyes flicker to his feet at the movement. He stopped abruptly and rubbed the back of his head nervously. He didn't want to upset her or push her. He wanted her though. God, how he wanted her.

"I, uh, I'll be in the living room, yeah?" He stumbled over his words, trying to focus.

"Y-yeah. I'll just be a moment," she murmured and Elliere thought he seen disappointment flash in her hazel eyes, but he didn't dwell on it. Instead he backed out of the room, her eyes never leaving him and then he shut the door, letting out a massive exhale.

Fenrir, help me... I'll need all the strength I can get to keep resisting her.