The Ogre Strength Fairy and the Eldest 'Son' Chapter 553 - …But On Which Side Of The Wall, I Wonder?

A/N: Okay I fibbed, I might go ahead and put these next two out before I secure *all* the words in the last half, because I really just... kept building up this mont between them...

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"Yes. We shouldn’t. Here."

This kind of partial denial repeated, as might be expected, made the brunette pout visibly. Spiritual pressure requesting kisses increased sixfold. If it was five years before now, her eyes would be dull and listless... and her voice so very monotone as she beca more like ’herself’ and not what she wanted to be seen as. Her physical energy techniques would have been ramped up to the point of turning herself robotic while only her spirit spoke the truth.

"You know... I can’t... really hold back entirely Qat. You have to sense that, with the way you keep tugging at my spirit. One kiss... and whatever follows or not is acceptable to . Please? I just need to know what your lips feel like... again. If you’ll allow , after what I’ve put you through?"

But all of that nullified quality was gone now... leaving the ’real - for real this ti’ Elua, with her mint eyes upturned and shaking with uncertainty while she spoke with rattled vulnerability. Her hands clutched visibly at the Silver dress material on her chest, as close as she could get to desperately covering her heart. Being this extra emotive person she *could* now be was different than the facade - in such an ’honest’ way that the set of pigeon blues could read it imdiately.

That quality hit Qat just like the Gaseous uppercut to the Yecine guard had - literally, considering her face shot upwards into the cloudy sky as she took a step back from her spouse. A portion of her mind imdiately wanted to assess the chance for rainfall, thinking it might cool things down if their reunion could be drenched by a sudden shower.

’Dood. I’m dood. The words to deny her anything are evaporating like the water into the sky.’

This whining and begging that her wife did just then was not at all the sa *re* cute it might have been five years ago! It was even more effective... because it physically aligned so *perfectly* well with what every single one of the tendrils of Anchor Astralism could feel.

There had always been a small, tiny, hard to truly define disconnect that Qat had truly thought she never cared that much about. El was El, facade or no. Past life or no past life. That little wrongness had only been a part of her charm, she had told herself... because no one else seed to notice it the way she did. In a way, that made her want to protect it if it simply was a part of the girl.

She just needed to love the person in front of her, like she decided she would years ago... and couldn’t help loving her more every day as she finally ca to understand what loving soone even ant.

’She finally loves who she has beco like I hoped for.’

Yet, the swordswoman had also always needed the brunette to be okay with herself. Especially ever more after learning about her ancient truths. To love herself in all sorts of ways, not just love being accepted by another. To learn to enjoy being every bit the age that she *is* alongside the *was*... and Qat could feel that quite clearly to the point of wanting to sob in marital felicity.

’I’m so glad. But... but...’

In that sa way, Elua could feel how everything since gripping onto her skull was shaking the firm walls of her ’fortress’. Just like Qat could feel and understand so much... the blonde’s spirit had betrayed her own thoughts about many things to the one person, outside of a genuine Telepath, who could understand it all at nearly a glance.

Which to the theatrical little rascal was its own kind of mild fun, knowing there should be no lasting harm... but-

"My love, I don’t think I’m asking for the impossible? And I don’t just an the kiss."

Stepping forward into a standing cuddle, both hands pressed upon her husband-wife’s ribs while her ear rested against her heart... to even better hear the fast and strong thumping in her darling’s muscular chest. For that strange rhythm in the heartbeat had a rather anxious aning. One that she desperately needed to give assurances to.

"It’s certainly not as scary a thing as you’re likely imagining it to be. I’m not going to hate you afterward. I’m not going to be disappointed for you learning as we go, making a mistake, or wanting to stop. I’m not going to be disappointed at all - because no matter what happens, it’s you."

Leaning up on her toes and pulling Qat down by her lapels, Elua gently kissed her beloved on the cheek. There was aning in that chaste behavior that she wanted to convey. aning in not taking more and proving that ’safety’ and ’trust’ existed in the desires she felt, not... *just* the feral longing of a starving, ancient beast that her libido apparently ca off as.

"I want to be with you, Qat. And whatever that ans for us here, and *now*. Not an ideal of you, once all your competence has drifted closer to its eventual perfection."

Should the Goltbred heiress be forced to be honest, she would have to tell Qat the truth - that she didn’t want her lover to be perfect right now. She selfishly longed for the probable ss of exploration. Desired the position of teaching and navigating through sothing for the first ti with the forr Yecine.

"I know that is just a bit hypocritical, since I’ve worked to concede so to your physical preferences... but this reality with you? Being here as you worry for yourself and for is more perfect than any sort of masterful Illusion."

Letting out a chuckle, that fell into a giddy giggle as fingers spread against the feather like serratus anterior on the strained on Qatrand’s side - and toward the fan shaped latissimus dorsi flinching at the scratchy touch on her beloved’s back... Elua had just one final thing to say.

"But if you are going to refuse to even kiss for now, can you please do it a little more clearly than tightening your hold on ?"

The swordswoman sighed into the scalp of the shorter heiress, currently rubbing the side of her face on the blazer after black clothed arms had wrapped and flexed around her mint-drop. The little wife had actually bullseyed a lot of the sticking points that were still a concern for the inexperienced woman, in one fell swoop and it had clearly reinforced the center of attention’s inner walls.

’No one knows better than she does. Nor do I want anyone to.’

Qatrand truly was scared to ss things up for the person who had been *waiting*... so impatiently that she went to such insane lengths to force herself to be ’patient’. But there was one reason in particular for the near-refusal that she missed in her desirous state. And it was still the biggest reason to decline and restrain themselves.

The one that Qat had thought she was rather clear about by saying that they shouldn’t ’here’. Twice. But before she tried to clarify a *third* ti, she did plant a kiss on the brown haired head... while thinking that she was going to count it as the one kiss that things would follow from, even if it hadn’t been on the lips.

"It’s not that. We are, technically, in public right now. And..."

"Ah. So that’s how it is? That was it?"

A burst of ’mischief’, like she hadn’t felt up close in ages, rocked the taller woman. One dainty hand pushed away at the center of her chest even as another sliced fingers through the strands of hair hanging down the side of her beloved’s face.

"My apologies, I was blinded and deafened by your magnificence existing in front of after so long. Honestly nothing but you in front of was registering at all. I see we appear to be on a roof..."

"El..."

"Well, now that I know that *location* is the problem... if you don’t want to do sothing too forward where we are, then you’ll have to do sothing about it."

The young woman - whose babbling had grown *excitable* - backed away hastily and raised out her arms. To be hugged again, or perhaps picked up, or possibly just to entrap any Qat shaped object that made the auspicious choice to be in range of her arms... was a good question. One that the physically older by a whole three years cultivator...

Had no answer to - or any mind to answer at all. Her pigeon-blues had imdiately ticked lower than her wife’s face when she backed off and stretched out. A motion she was making that pushed out her chest in a way that couldn’t be coincidence. Telling herself, in the next seconds, that she was only appreciating the modifications done to the Silver dress that Ondua had already told her about.

In details, because she once sat in his office with questions until she had a good idea of it and the father-in-law had been sufficiently ’teased’ as her El would want.

Much more truthfully she told herself she was *lying*... as eyes traced and lazily calculated the new mathematical volu produced by the landscape of curves. Small mounds that she hadn’t ever thought all *that* much of handling in the past had beco filled in hills. The kind that she was having trouble not thinking about underneath the tallic threads.

Too many novels had spoken at length of what lay underneath the bodice for her to not be curious about those of her lover. Especially under the hamring intensity between them. She managed to tear lower, but still stuck toward the forrly straight lines along the Goltbred’s side that had gained further shapeliness in womanhood. A set of hips that made her hands twitch and think of gripping instead of hugging softly.

Qatrand didn’t want to compare her to Yatrel, specifically - especially as thoughts were clearly sensual right now - but the bloodline was hard to deny. The eldest daughter had grown into sothing closer to the mother in ways, all while being sothing unique all her own. Or sothing similar to qualities in Ondua’s genetics... but Qat wanted to think of *that* even less!

"Stop holding yourself back. Show how you can grab up, however you’d like, and imdiately get out of sight of the public. Then you can grant any level of kiss you want. Just like when you stole away at the competition grounds. We could kiss for hours again in any storage building in the city if you’d like~"