ten_fwd | V-Day w/ Harry (backdated: 2/14, closed to dresdensluck)

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V-Day w/ Harry (backdated: 2/14, closed to dresdensluck)

Inari had spent the intervening week since Harry had asked her to be his valentine collecting a small basket of Things to give him at brunch. White candles in various sizes, a box of chalk, a box of chocolates. Some blue play-doh. A ball of string. A string of fluorite gemstone beads. A blank, leather-bound journal with a Celtic shield-knot stamped into the cover.

She would probably add to it as time went on, but those were just a few of the things she thought he might have use for. She packed them all together, and went to meet her wizard, dressed up in a peachy sweater-dress and leggings.

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Harry grinned, cheeks still red. "Yes. I had ideas, and if things worked out, I wanted to be ready." His smile was warm as they walked onward and out of the place.

"I want things to be exactly right for us."

"It will be..." she said, "No matter what happens." She trusted him. And she had a feeling that he trusted her, too. Together, they would find the path that was right for them.

Grinning, walking with her, he stepped into the lift and pulled her in as the doors closed. he stepped in close and kissed her, slow and gentle, with a hunger, even so. She made him feel amazing.

"MMm, Inari, I do like your kisses." One hand slid up to hold her shoulder as the other held the basket.

Smiling as she leaned into Harry's touch, Inari slid an arm around his waist. She felt safe with him, yet adventurous at the same time. She could sense his magic; his desire, but it was familiar--and welcome--enough that it didn't overwhelm. At least, not in a bad way. "I like yours, too. I like being able to touch you."

Harry smiled at the arm around him, and leaned into it, feeling warm and welcome. And aroused, and calm. He kissed her lightly again.

"Good. Your touches are nice. Very nice." One hand slid along her side, upward, and hesitantly, but surely, found it's way to her right breast, gently stroking it over and through the fabric, just for a moment, until he felt the shift of the lift. He pulled back slowly as the lift stopped and opened on their level.

"Shall we?"

He waved a hand toward the rooms.

Her eyes closed partway as she relished the feeling, and the sensations between them until the door began to open. Nodding, she stepped off the lift; lacing her fingers with Harry's as she slid her hand into his. It was just a few steps past her room, to Harry's, but she didn't want to let go of him even for a moment.

She supposed it was a good thing that the suites had automatic doors.

He walked with her, hand in her hand, and headed for his door. As he drew her inside, and then across the main room to his actual bedroom, he kissed her again, short kisses, sideways as they walked. And when the door to his bedroom finally hissed closed behind them, he grinned at her.

His room was very neat, with a bureau next to them, some constructed magical implements on a bookshelf to one side, his terminal to the other, and the bed occupying most of the room. "Welcome to my humble abode, Inari." His voice was soft as he turned and nodded. "Would you look into my eyes?"

He was ready, he thought. Now, was she?

Inari set the heart-shaped box down on top of the bureau, and glanced almost shyly up at Harry's face. She'd had a feeling that a soulgaze might be part of what came next, and she wasn't afraid of it. After staring down her own inner Demon, and casting it out with one soul-searching kiss, there wasn't much that scared her anymore.

So, taking both of Harry's hands, she nodded, and lifted her eyes to his.

Harry set down her present to him, and then smiled as he met her hands with his, and met her eyes with his own. From the start,m it was different, as his eyes met hers and he was drawn forward to see the her within her.

His soul was revealed to her, even as his eyes saw hers.

Inside his mind, his eyes revealed the darkness that swum around him. Ice layered nearby, mostly broken, but some still covering mirrors and pictures, obscuring them. And in the center of the room, one like a dusty attic that was half living room, half bedroom, he stood, naked, tall, strong, gleaming in the light, small scars covering his body, from which light leaked.

For darkness was all around him, but his smile was real, and even as chains held him to where he stood, a light shown from above, and magic gleamed in his eyes, and a hat with stars and moons sat upon his head. One leg was crusted with ice, one leg held a manacle with the symbol of the wizard's council. On his back, a boulder rested, slowly growing bigger.

On one arm, a bracer, wide and seemingly made of leather, rested, runes shining on it as it held back the darkness, and in that hand, a staff rested, tall, dark, and filled with inner light that shone out of more runes. In his other hand, a blasting rod lay, cracked but patched, and still shimmering as the other items did.

He was erect, and smiling, with shadows in his eyes, but love in them too.

And in the shadows of the room, those who he knew moved about their lives, separate from him, but each with light leading back to the bracer, each tied to him in some way...

As the vision opened up, and Inari truly Saw him for the first time, her own eyes laid out a path for him into her inmost being. There, in the ruins of all she had thought she'd known about House Raith, a temple had been built on faith, and hope. Inside that temple, Inari knelt, surrounded by cherished treasures, each connected by a tendril of magic and memory to the people who had shown her what it meant to love.

As she ran her hands over each new artifact that adorned her shrine, those threads of magic became part of the ever-changing garment of light that she wore. Slender fingers strummed those threads, and they began to resonate; causing others near them to stir with sympathetic vibrations. Sometimes she cried out in pain as she opened herself to the powerful sensations the evoked, but though her aura flickered and danced with light and shadow, it soon shone stronger than it had before.

Harry shivered as he saw her, in all of herself, and he smiled. She was beautiful. And then he kissed her, slow and long and passionately, something a little more intense than just friendship or sex in that kiss.

His arms went around her as he pulled her close, this woman whom he had known as a younger woman and an ally and now as much more.

Inari went to him, her mind swimming as he kissed and held her, and she held him tightly in return. There was such weight on his shoulders, she could almost feel it; but he was strong, and so was her affection for him now. She could help to bolster him up, just as he would do for her.

She kissed him warmly, eagerly; putting herself into his hands.

"You are so beautiful, Inari." Harry's hands moved to her waist and farther down to the bottom of her sweater dress, and lifted, gently, as he stepped back.

Face flushed, Inari lifted her arms, ducking her head so Harry could lift the cabled dress away. She wasn't the least bit embarrassed about the bright, butterfly print on her lacy underthings; Harry's words, and touch just made her feel warm all over. She'd promised she would model her new clothes, but that could wait until they were ready to get dressed again.

"So are you. You know that?"

"Hells' Bells, Inari... you look... wow." Then he kissed her, pulling her close, and stroked her back, and her sides, just wanting to hold her as he kissed her, pouring all of his passion into the kiss as he looked into her eyes. He loved being able to look into her eyes, now.

"Yum." He rested his forehead against hers, and grinned at her, eyes alight. "I love your eyes."

She smiled up at him between kisses, feeling like her feet barely touched the ground, and loving it. It was nice to really look at him, too; to stare at him long enough to notice how his eyes were a deep amber color, ringed with mahogany brown, but if the light changed just so, they were almost a jade green. To realize she was staring at him, and not saying any of those things out loud.

She laughed softly, and kissed him again, nuzzling his cheek. "Thanks a great deal to you, it's all me in there, behind them."

His grin was warm and almost giddy as he nodded to her, enjoying her joy and sharing his own. He pressed kisses to her nose and to her cheeks as well, grinning.

"You did the hard work, Inari. I just stepped in so you could go the distance." It was what he did.

He slid down her then, and grinned up at her as he hit the floor gently with his knees and his fingers hooked into her underwear and he looked up at her with one eyewbrow raised.

"I couldn't have done it without you," she murmured. Of course, he was just one of a few people who had rallied for her, and she was grateful for every one of them. But it seemed that life had brought her back around, full circle. She just hoped that he would share the journey with her for a little while longer, this time.

She nodded, hands resting on his shoulders as he stroked her skin. "I want you."

Harry smiled softly, and he looked up at her, grinning at her words. "And I want you." then he gently pulled her underwear down, kissing along the skin as he slid them downward.

Then his mouth was busy as he held her legs and rear with his hands, stabilizing her as his tongue slid out an swirled along the sensitive skin between her legs.

Planting her feet apart, Inari drew a deep breath, letting it out in a tremulous sign as Harry's mouth sought her core. Her hips rocked gently, and her fingers threaded through his hair, and soft sounds of pleasure rose in her throat at every touch. She could definitely get used to this.

Harry chuckled into her as he felt her relax, and take hold of his hair gently. her obvious pleasure made him work faster, and more intensely, his tongue sliding along her folds as it sought out and found her clit, then swirled around and over it.

His hands stroked and caressed her rear, teasing her by parting her cheeks and stroking one finger along the crevice there.

A moment later, they gripped her more seriously and he rose, mouth still busy, and holding her easily as he moved them toward the bed. Then gently he slid them back down until she was at the edge of the bed and would not have to worry about supporting herself.

Inari wasn't sure how he did it, but one minute she was standing, and the next, she was propped against the mattress, with Harry still nestled betwixt her thighs. It was just as well that he had moved her toward the bed; her knees were starting to shake with the pleasure of his touch. She let her head and shoulders fall back, legs splayed out as she bared herself unabashedly to his attentions.

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