LOML || Pt. 1

"The bonfire reflects off the depths of Finn's honey colored eyes as he stares into the flame, looking strangely thoughtful for such a playful man. Idly, his hand extends towards the fire, watching as it follows his movements instinctively, dancing in the air. As Finn's thoughts drift to !Lux, the flame begins to slowly grow bolder and brighter." "His blood stirs similarly, running hot beneath his skin, in a way that demands release, and perhaps a quick roll in the hay would normally ease this burden, but this longing, this ache, it isn't born of strictly desire, of physical attraction. There's something deeper here, he fears, that calls him to !Lux, something he will not name. Not yet, anyways." "But even though he refuses to confront the intensity of his feelings, they confront him, when the bonfire he was casually manipulating suddenly shoots its flames high into the sky. Briefly startled, he quickly forces them under his calm command until they burn normally once more."

"Finn can't help but glance up as he feels !Lux's presence before he actually sees her, and the sight that greets him is absolutely breathtaking. Her figure was displayed so beautifully in the moonlight, perfectly accentuated by the deep blue of her robes. The exposed skin and the way her hair slightly clung to her face due to the salty mist made it incredibly difficult for Finn to remember how to breathe."

""She's absolutely radiant," he thinks to himself, a touch of admiration coloring his thoughts as they typically do when !Lux comes around."

"Fancy seeing you here, little storm," "he says with a lopsided grin and a twinkle in his eyes, unable to shake the feeling that there are sparks crackling between them. It feels like she stepped straight out of a dream."

"Finn can't help the small smile that spreads across his face as !Lux steps closer, finding amusement in her lecturing despite knowing there's no real bite behind the words."

"Now now, little flame, no need to worry. I have everything perfectly under control," "he replies smoothly, his gaze flickering over her figure as she stands near the fire, allowing the warmth to seep into her chilled skin."

"The flames dance happily at her presence, as if rejoicing to feel her nearby once more."

"Seeing the firelight play across her features stirs something deep within him, and he longs to trace the same path with his fingers, to feel her breath hitch at his touch. But he restrains himself, for now."

"Perhaps it's not my magic that's troubled, but something else altogether," "he says in a low rumble, cocking his head with a playful glint in his eyes. Though his words are light, there is an undercurrent of honesty in his gaze that invites her closer still, if she wishes."

"Finn feels his breath catch in his throat as !Lux's stormy gaze travels over him, her question hanging heavy in the air between them. Her near nonchalance is maddening, yet somehow attractive in its mystery."

"Nothing troubles me more than leaving things unsaid between us," "he replies quietly, yet sincerely, leaning forward slightly to catch her eye once more."

"He watches, transfixed, as she stretches her feet near the flames, feeling a surge of affection for this wonderful, infuriating woman. For all her cold demeanor, her trust in him runs deeper than the sea."

""Say the word, and I am yours," he thinks but does not voice, longing to soothe her aches yet restraining himself without invitation."

"The fire cannot burn what it is meant to protect," "he says gently instead, hoping she understands all that remains unspoken between the lines."

"Finn falls to his knees beside her without hesitation, drawn to her light as always. He gazes earnestly into her eyes, finding the strength to lay bare the truth in his heart."

"That I care for you deeply, little flame. That your smiles are the brightest part of my day, and your laughs music to my soul. That I would move the stars themselves if you but asked," "he says softly," "Your friendship is a gift I do not take for granted, but I find myself longing for more."

"Reaching out slowly, he gently caresses her leg, tracing the swirling lines of ink with utmost care and reverence." "These marks suit you - wild and free, yet elegant in their control. As you are in all things."

"Lifting his eyes once more, he offers a small, hopeful smile." "Should you have me, I would devote myself to your happiness entirely. But the choice, as always, is yours."

"Finn sighs softly at her words, but nods in understanding - he's been down this path with her before, after all."

"As you wish, little storm. I will trouble you no further on this matter," "he replies gently, giving her space yet reluctant to remove his hand from her leg quite yet."

""A fantasy it may be, but one I cannot shake," he thinks ruefully."

"Gazing up at the gathering clouds above her, he offers a small smile." "It seems my presence still stirs something within you, whether you wish to admit it or no. But know that you have my friendship, always - no strings, no expectations. I am here if ever you find yourself in need of shelter from the storm."

"Brushing his thumb in a final caress, he stands and takes his leave, hoping in time her guarded heart may yield to the care of another, be it him or another." "Sleep well, little flame. Sweet dreams."

"As the fire crackles softly into the night, Finn finds himself unable to fully rest, his thoughts - as always - dancing around the stormy sorceress by the flames. When he emerges once more to check on her, the sight steals his breath away."

"She looks so peaceful sleeping there, features relaxed and unburdened by worry or past pain. Like this, he can almost pretend the morning may bring a change of heart."

"Quietly, so as not to disturb her rest, he approaches and gently lays his soft cloak over her sleeping form for added warmth. She sighs softly and curls into the covering, and Finn's heart threatens to burst."

"With a soft whistle, he summons Blaize the fire fox, who trots to his side and regards Finn with intelligent eyes. Finn smiles and scratches behind his ears." "Keep watch over her for me, old friend. See that no harm comes to my little storm."

"Blaize yips softly in understanding before padding over to curl up warmly against Astor's side. Finn smiles, at peace now, and returns to his own rest, leaving Astor sheltered by flames both physical and ethereal."

"As awareness slowly returns, Finn cracks open bleary eyes to the sight of Astor and Blaize still sleeping soundly by the fire's warm glow. A peaceful smile spreads across his face at the lovely tableau, heart lightening to see them both so calm and content."

"Careful not to disturb them, he rises silently to tend to the fire, feeding fresh kindling to the flames to keep the chill at bay. As it crackles to life once more, Astor stirs - whether from the heat or some sixth sense, he knows not."

"Good morning, little flame," "he rumbles softly as stormy eyes blink open, voice still rough with sleep." "It seems my fox has taken quite a liking to you, as always."

"Blaize, roused by their voices, yawns widely to reveal fiery fangs before stretching and nuzzling into Astor's embrace once more. Finn chuckles."

"He smiles more in your company than any other's. As do I." "His gaze conveys all the care and tenderness of the night past, hoping she knows herself as cherished, if nothing more."

"Finn notes the subtle signs of Astor's unrest with keen eyes - the fingers twisted tight in Blaize's fur, the hitched breath as her senses are overtaken. A flicker of hope stirs in his heart."

"All still slumber, as is their way," "he rumbles reassuringly, leaning back on his hands to give her space yet craving nothing more than to soothe her senses as thoroughly as his cloak seems to be doing."

"I believe the plan was to continue north along the coast today, searching for signs of the smugglers' hideout. But our path is yours to choose, little storm - I will follow where you lead."

"His gaze conveys nothing but caring support, hoping she knows she need only say the word to loose the tempest within. For now, he keeps thoughts of his own desires well banked, focusing only on her comfort as dawn's light washes over them both."

"Finn watches the exchange between Astor and Blaize with a warm heart, feeling a surge of affection for both of them as he lounges by the fire. The sight of her soft smile and gentle laughter brings a sense of peace and contentment that he rarely allows himself."

"Even the fire spirit needs his rest, it seems," "he chuckles softly, eyes crinkling in delight as Blaize showers Astor with affection. The sense of domesticity settles around them like a cozy blanket, and he feels a sense of rightness that he can't quite shake."

"With a soft sigh, he leans back slightly, content to bask in the warmth of the morning sun and the companionship of the two beings he holds most dear." "Shall we enjoy a leisurely morning before the road calls us once more? I can rustle up some breakfast if you'd like, Astor."

"Finn's heart stutters at the brief contact, lips curving in a soft smile as Astor bestows a kiss on Blaize. His eyes follow her every movement as she rises and returns his cloak, their gazes locked in a silent conversation that speaks volumes."

""One day," he thinks to himself, the longing in his heart tempered by acceptance of her boundaries."

"Her soft words wash over him like a benediction, and he nods in acknowledgement." "Of course, Astor. The cloak is yours whenever you need it," "he murmurs, voice filled with unspoken affection."

"As she busies herself with organizing her supplies, Finn watches from a distance, taking in the graceful line of her figure and the gentle flush that colors her cheeks. His own heart beats in time with hers, attuned to every flutter and tremble."

"He gathers himself then, turning to the task of breakfast with a wistful smile. For now, he'll cherish these stolen moments, basking in the closeness they share, even if only for a fleeting moment."

"Finn strides along the beach, the warmth of the sun on his skin and the gentle whisper of the waves soothing his restless heart. Beside him, the storm sorceress walks a few paces back, lost in the tumult of her thoughts as her eyes scan the horizon."

"He feels a pang of longing for her, an ache deep in his chest that refuses to be ignored. The light chatter of their companions punctuates the air ahead, but all he can focus on is the quiet intensity of Astor's presence."

"As the hours pass and the bandit hideout draws near, Finn finds himself stepping in time with her, a subtle dance of shared silence and unspoken words stretching out between them. The promise of danger looms ahead, but in this moment, all he can think of is the tumultuous beauty of the storm sorceress beside him."

"As Astor turns to face her party, Finn's heart plummets like a stone sinking into the abyss. The sight of her normally vibrant eyes devoid of warmth and life sends a shiver through him, stark and unyielding."

""No," he thinks, his hand instinctively reaching for the druid staff at his side, flame dancing merrily atop the wood."

"The air crackles with energy as the storm sorceress takes a purposeful step toward them, dark clouds swirling overhead. Lightning dances at her fingertips, a deadly dance that speaks of betrayal and danger."

"Finn locks eyes with her, refusing to let panic overtake him, refusing to accept that the woman he cherishes could be lost to this vile enchantment. His own powers stir within him, ready to unleash in defense of his companions. But even now, his eyes blaze with determination, unwilling to give up on her so easily."

"Astor, fight it," "he calls out, voice thick with emotion, every fiber of his being willing her to resist the command." "You're stronger than this. You're not alone - we'll help you."

"Finn watches with a fierce mix of dread and determination as Astor fights against the dark magic that seeks to control her. Her struggle is evident in every tremble of her hands, in the crackling lightning lashing out from her fingertips."

"The first drop of rain hits him, cool and unyielding, but it's nothing compared to the storm raging within his heart. His gaze remains locked on Astor, refusing to falter in the face of this chaos."

"I won't let you go," "he whispers fiercely, then turns to the others, determination etched into every line of his face." "Keep them off us. I'll reach her, I promise."

"He leaps forward, dodging bandits and casting protective spells as he surges toward Astor. The rain lashes at him, but he fights through it, unyielding and resolute. He knows that she's still in there, somewhere - and he'll be damned if he lets her slip away without a fight."

"Finn's heart clenches at the sight of Astor in such distress, her very essence at war with the dark magic that seeks to control her. Each flash of lightning and crash of thunder echoes the turmoil raging within her, a reflection of the storm clouds above."

"As the bandit leader advances, a twisted grin on his face, Finn's resolve hardens like steel. His hands tighten on the druid staff, flames dancing with a fierce intensity as he steps in front of Astor, shielding her with his own body."

"Not while I draw breath," "he growls, meeting the bandit leader's predatory gaze with unwavering determination. His eyes blaze with a primal fire, a warning and a promise."

"With a fluid motion, he raises the druid staff, calling upon the power of the wildfire within him. The flames roar to life, enveloping him in a corona of fire, casting long shadows in the rain-drenched beach."

""You'll have to go through me first," he vows, a guardian of flame and fury standing between Astor and her would-be assailant."

"Finn fights with a fierce intensity, flames and fury spilling out in equal measure. His movements are fluid and graceful, the staff an extension of his being as he deflects each strike from the bandit leader. But even with all his training and power, Finn can feel himself weakening under the onslaught."

"Astor's rain is a constant presence, drenching him to the bone, sapping his strength even as it shields him from some of the worst attacks. He fights on, determined not to fail, not to let Astor down."

"But then the bandit leader makes a particularly clever move, taking advantage of a momentary opening in Finn's defenses. The blade strikes true, slicing deep into Finn's side. He staggers, blood blossoming across his clothes, but he refuses to fall."

"With a fierce cry, he raises his staff, channeling all his remaining energy into one final attack. Flames leap out, catching the bandit leader by surprise, engulfing him in a fiery inferno. He screams, writhing in agony as Finn collapses to the ground, breathing heavily."

"Finn's vision swims as the world fades in and out of focus, pain radiating from the deep gash in his side. He hears Astor's screams, her words and sobs cutting through the storm around them."

"Then she's at his side, her hands pressing against him, her very presence a lifeline amidst the chaos. Her raw emotion washes over him, igniting a fierce warmth within his chest even as the rain and blood soak into his clothes."

"Her murmured plea is filled with desperation and love, and Finn can't help but feel an overwhelming surge of tenderness for the storm sorceress beside him. Her lips crash against his, wet and urgent, and he clings to that moment like a drowning man grasping at a lifeline."

"He feels her hands latching onto the wound, pulling him back from the brink of darkness. His own hands find hers, intertwining with a fierce determination, as if their touch could hold back the encroaching void."

"Astor's fervent plea echoes in his ears, and he fights to stay conscious, to hold onto her, to prove that he won't leave her alone. The storm rages on, but in this moment, all he can feel is the searing intensity of their connection, a bond forged in fire and rain."

"Finn feels her kisses like a benediction, each one a testament to their shared struggle and the strength of their bond. He clings to her, taking in the sight of her tear-stained face, the raw emotion in her eyes cutting through him with a fierce intensity."

"As Altair works his magic, Finn's wounds slowly begin to knit back together, the pain ebbing away as if it had never been there. But his focus remains on Astor, her sobs and the weight of her in his arms anchoring him to the present."

"When she faints and collapses, Finn's heart lurches in his chest. With great effort, he pushes himself up, fighting off the lingering weakness. He reaches out to catch her before she hits the ground, cradling her limp form against him."

""I've got you," he murmurs softly, his gaze unwavering as he looks down at her. The storm begins to clear, the relentless rain tapering off into a gentle drizzle, and Finn realizes that they both need shelter and rest."

"Gently, he lifts Astor into his arms, carrying her towards the outpost while Altair leads the way. As they find refuge from the elements, Finn remains fiercely protective, tucking her in with care, making sure she's comfortable before finally allowing himself a moment to breathe."

"Finn stirs slightly at the sound of Astor's voice, his eyes fluttering open blearily. He blinks, rubbing the sleep from his eyes before focusing on her face. The relief in his expression is palpable, and he smiles softly as he reaches out to take her hand."

"You're awake," "he murmurs, his voice quiet and gentle." "How are you feeling? You had us all worried."

"He shifts slightly in his chair, wincing as he feels a twinge of pain in his side. But he brushes it aside, his concern for Astor overriding any discomfort he may be feeling."

"Are you okay?" "he asks again, his thumb stroking the back of her hand comfortingly." "Do you need anything? I'm right here."

"Finn chuckles softly at the mix of concern and exasperation in Astor's tone. He squeezes her hand gently before rising from the chair, carefully so as not to disturb his injuries. His bare chest gleamed in the moonlight streaming through the window, the faint glow of his tattoos the only light in the dim room. He takes a moment to appreciate the sight of Astor in the bed before him, a wistful smile tugging at the corners of his lips."

"You're right, as always," "he agrees, his voice warm with affection as he slips into bed beside her. He tucks the covers around them both, the warmth of the bed and the closeness between them a welcome comfort."

"He settles in, propped up on one elbow as he looks down at her, his thumb tracing idle patterns on her hand. In the quiet of the night, with the storm now a distant memory, the electricity between them crackled and hummed, heavy and uninterrupted by the dangerous dance of the elements outside. He gazes into her eyes, wondering if she can feel it too."

"I'll protect you, Astor," "he murmurs, his voice almost a whisper." "Always."

"Finn's expression softens as he listens to her words, his thumb ceasing its idle tracing on her hand. He leans in closer, his gaze locked with hers as he seeks to convey an unspoken understanding and warmth."

"You didn't hurt me, Astor," "he assures her, the affection in his eyes unwavering." "You fought against it with everything you had, and you saved all of us. You're stronger than you realize."

"His other hand reaches out to gently brush a lock of her hair away from her face, his touch light and tender. He marvels at the stormy grey depths of her eyes, feeling a swell of emotion within him that defies simple explanation."

"I believe in you," "he whispers, his voice filled with unwavering conviction." "And I trust you completely."

"Finn feels a pang in his chest at Astor's words, the stormy clouds above them an apt metaphor for the turmoil he senses within her. He takes a deep breath, steeling himself before speaking."

"I know," "he says softly, his tone tinged with sadness." "But I have to know why, Astor. Why won't you let yourself feel what we both know is there? Is it because of me? Because of something I've said or done?"

"He watches her carefully, hoping against hope that he might be able to break through the barriers she's erected around herself. He wants nothing more than to be with her, to hold her close and never let go, but he knows that it has to be her choice, ultimately."

"Finn's eyes widen as he listens to her explanation, the truth of her words hitting him hard. He sees now why she was so determined to keep her distance - she was trying to protect him all along from the pain of losing her."

"Astor..." "he breathes, shaken to his core by how deeply she cared about him." "You were wrong not to give me a choice in this. To decide how I feel and what I'm willing to risk."

"He reaches up to cup her face in his hands tenderly, willing her to understand." "Yes, you're right that it will hurt like hell to lose you when the time comes. But that pain would be worth it for the joy of having you by my side, even just for a short while."

"His thumbs brush over her cheeks, catching the tears she didn't realize had begun to fall. His own eyes glisten with emotion as he holds her gaze."

"Don't deny me the chance to love you, Astor. Don't deny yourself that chance. "We" get to choose this, not you alone. And I choose you, every time."

"Finn gazes down at her with fierce intensity, emotions swirling in his eyes as he listens to her protests. When she finishes, he lets out a low growl of frustration before capturing her lips in a passionate kiss, pouring every ounce of longing and love he feels for her into it."

"Enough," "he whispers fiercely against her lips as they part, barely an inch between them." "I don't care about any of that, do you hear me? I don't care if your body ages or changes, or if one day you leave this world while I still remain."

"His hands cup her face tenderly once more." "My love for you will only deepen with time, Astor. I will be by your side through every stage of your life, caring for you when you are sick, injured or weak. I will stand by you no matter what challenges we may face."

"And when the end finally comes for you," "he continues, raw emotion coloring his tone," "your memory will warm me for centuries to come. I will turn my love to our children, our grandchildren, and keep you alive in my heart until I reunite with you once more beyond this life."

"His fierce gaze bores into hers, willing her to believe the depth of his conviction." "So no more protests, little storm. You are mine, and I am yours, until the end of days."

"Finn feels a swell of emotion as Astor finally, truly kisses him in return, no hesitation or barriers between them. He kisses her deeply and passionately, pouring all the pent-up longing of months into the intimate joining of their lips."

"Her hand dragging his to feel her racing heart causes a ragged growl to escape his throat. The desire and electricity of her touch courses through his body like wildfire. He shifts closer, his hard muscles pressing against her soft curves, wanting to feel every inch of her."

"When their lips part, he nuzzles his nose against hers affectionately before trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along her jaw and down her neck. The thunder above them rumbles in tandem with his own heartbeat as he tastes her sweet skin. His hand on her breast slides lower to caress her waist and hip, relishing the feel of her flush against him at long last."

“My storm," he breathes in a husky whisper against her throat, desire and affection lacing every word. "I’ve dreamed of this moment since the moment I laid eyes on you.”

"Finn shudders pleasantly at Astor's light caresses along the sensitive scar on his back. Her hands explore him with a tenderness that sends sparks of longing through his entire body."

"He trails burning kisses along her collarbone before resuming his path down her throat, nipping and tasting her delicately flavored skin. The sweet sounds escaping her lips only serve to stoke the flames of his desire higher."

"I've dreamed of exploring every inch of you like this, uncovering all the hidden places that make you gasp and sigh," "he murmurs against her, his voice low and rasping with want."

"I've dreamed of laying you out beneath me among the soft grass, worshipping your perfect body with my hands and mouth until you fall apart for me."

"He nips lightly at the sensitive skin where her neck meets her shoulder, then soothes the sting with a slow, open-mouthed kiss that lingers."

"I've dreamed of being inside you, feeling your body clutch me tightly as I make love to you under the stars." "His eyes lift to meet hers, glinting with fiery passion and affection." "Would you have any of those dreams become reality, my love?"

"Finn feels his breath catch in his throat at the promise in Astor's words, combined with the devilish glint in her eyes as she slips away from him."

In an instant he is on his feet, shrugging off the blankets and padding silently after her retreating form. A fierce smile curves his lips as he watches her steal away toward the treeline under the light of the stars, relishing the chase she has ignited within him.

With lithe, predatory movements he tracks her steps, stalking through the sand with his heightened senses fully engaged. When he nears the trees, he pounces with a playful growl, darting in to capture her waist from behind and sweep her off her feet.

"Got you, little storm," he rumbles in her ear, nuzzling the sensitive skin there. Then without warning he lifts her into his arms, cradling her securely against his muscular frame as he carries her further into the woods.

"Now let us see about making those dreams a reality, shall we?" His eyes gleam down at her with unrestrained passion and desire, intent on worshipping her utterly beneath the light of the moon.

"Finn exhales slowly as Astor showers his neck and jaw with kisses, her warmth and soft curves pressed against his bare chest sending fiery arousal coursing through his veins."

"When they reach the moonlit clearing, he pauses to meet her gaze, drinking in her beauty that is illuminated by the pale light. The primal hunger in his eyes mingles with profound tenderness as he looks upon her."

Gently, he lowers her feet to the lush grass but keeps her firmly in his embrace. "You are more breathtaking than all the stars above," he murmurs, desire thickening his voice.

"Without breaking their gaze, his hands travel to the hem of her dress, calloused fingertips dancing along her skin as he slowly draws the fabric up and over her head. He casts it aside to reveal her naked and glorious in the moonlight."

"Then slowly, worshipfully, he sinks to his knees before her, pressing ardent kisses to her flat stomach that travel lower still. With gentle care he parts her thighs, breathing hot against her most intimate flesh as his amber eyes flick up to meet hers in question, poised to show her the depth of his devotion."

"Finn pauses instantly, obedience and care in his eyes as he gazes up at her from his position at her feet. He laces his fingers through hers securely, anchoring her as she studies him."

"Under the soft moonlight, he holds nothing back from her searching stare, letting her behold every inch of his powerful form where he kneels ready to worship her. His broad shoulders taper down his muscular torso, dusted with ginger hair and decorated with the fire tattoos of his order. Below, his manhood stands proud and thick between his thighs, aching for her touch."

"Meeting her darkened grey gaze steadily, he lets her see clearly into his eyes, revealing the tender affection, desire and devotion that he holds only for her. Then slowly, deliberately, he brings one of her hands down to press a fervent kiss to her palm, never breaking eye contact as he does so in wordless reassurance and promise."

"When she releases a nervous breath and spreads her thighs in acceptance once more, he offers her a soft, encouraging smile before lowering his head to taste at long last the jewel between her legs."

"The sweet sound of Astor's gasp and the feel of her fingers clutching his send a possessive surge of joy through Finn's core. With patience and care, he continues exploring her depths with long, slow licks of his tongue, learning every subtle variation in her taste and texture."

"Her arching leg allows him fuller access to lavish attention where she aches the most. He alternates between broad, flat strokes and concentrating his attention on her pulsing bundle of nerves with light circling motions, determined to unravel her completely under his devoted ministrations."

"As her grip tightens and her breathing grows more ragged, he slips a thick finger into her slick channel, curling it to massage the tender spot within while his tongue continues its merciless worship above. The primal growls rising in his throat vibrate against her most sensitive flesh, aching to push her over the precipice into sweet release as the heady scent of her arousal fills the clearing."

"Lifting his amber eyes to meet her clouded grey gaze once more, he conveys all the caring fervor of his love and desire for her with a gaze that is her anchor in the oncoming storm."

"Finn feels his own arousal swell impossibly at the glorious sight of Astor falling apart above him, her cries of pleasure music to his ears. With renewed fervor, he redoubles his efforts to coax her peak from her trembling body."

"As her hips jerk and flutter against his face, he sucks her pulsing flesh into his mouth, lapping eagerly at her slick folds. His finger curls deftly inside her while his tongue flicks over the bundle of nerves at her apex with quick, maddening strokes."

"The deep, guttural growls vibrating from his throat send thrilling vibrations through her core. When her walls begin to flutter and contract around his digit, he gazes up at her with eyes that shine with all the adoration and fierce desire in his heart."

""Let go for me, little flame," he rumbles, never ceasing his devoted ministrations. "I want to feel you come undone.""

"At the sound of his impassioned entreaty, he redoubles his efforts, determined to push her over the edge. Her climax will be his greatest worship, a gift beyond measure as he tastes the very essence of her."

"Finn takes everything she gives, drinking deeply of her essence as her climax crashes through her in powerful waves. The sound of his name falling from her lips in breathless cry lights a fire in his blood that burns hotter than the sun."

"As her hips writhe and tense against his face, he gentles his movements, slowly kissing and nuzzling her quivering flesh to help draw out her unravelling beneath the moon's light. Only when her body goes lax and her grip on his hands slackens does he withdraw, gazing up at her with eyes that shimmer with reverence and adoration, her essence kiss-sweet upon his lips."

"With tender care, he rises to his feet, gathering her still-trembling form into his sturdy embrace. He holds her close against his thundering heartbeat, stroking her flushed skin and pressing lingering kisses to her damp brow."

""My light... my heart..." he murmurs, pouring all his boundless devotion into the simple endearments. "Was that to your liking, little flame?" His eyes shine down at her, fully open and vulnerable in a way only she will ever see."

"A surprised groan rumbles from Finn's chest to feel Astor's fingers curling around his throbbing length, his hips twitching of their own accord into her grasp. Her boldness lights an answering fire in his blood that has him instantly hard as stone."

"As her tongue delves deeper, exploring his mouth with ardent strokes, he kisses her back with equal fervor, tilting her head to take the kiss even deeper. Threading his fingers into her long hair, he melds their mouths together hungrily, unable to get enough of her intoxicating taste."

"When she begins to stroke him with firm, practiced movements, he tears his lips from hers to pant hotly against her kiss-swollen mouth." "Astor... you continue to amaze me..."

"With a growl, he hitches her legs around his waist, grinding his manhood against her slick folds. The arm around her back drops lower to cup her bottom possessively, hiking her higher to felt along her slick opening with his swollen head."

""Say the word and I am yours, little flame," he rumbles, amber eyes aglow with fiercely spiraling desire. "I live only to worship you with my body as my heart already does.""

"A broken groan escapes Finn's throat as Astor's tight heat engulfs the head of his cock, her snug sheath threatening to unravel his already tenuous control. Her husky cries of pleasure send bolts of lightning arcing through his core straight to his throbbing member."

""Astor..." Her name tumbles from his lips like a prayer, even as he gazes down at her with eyes alight with adoration and fierce passion."

"Bracing her securely in his strong arms, he inches forward at an achingly gradual pace, letting her delicate body adjust to the invasion of his thickness. When the flared head slips fully inside her, stretching her tender flesh to the limit, he stills to allow her time to adjust, crooning soft Elvish praises into her ear."

"Only once she relaxes into his embrace does he begin a slow, deep rhythm of long rolls of his hips, seating himself fully within her exquisite heat. His guttural groans mix with her gasps as together they climb towards rapture beneath the watchful light of the moon."

""You feel divine, little flame... So perfect... So wet and hot around me... I could spend eternity sheathed in your blissful warmth...""

"All thought fades as their joining grows into a primal dance as old as time, where nothing exists but the ecstasy of their mating under the stars."

"Finn is utterly undone by the shuddering cries of rapture escaping Astor's kiss-swollen lips with each plunge of his cock into her tight channel. The scent and sounds of their passionate coupling under the looming storm clouds heightens every sensation, drawing him ever closer to the edge."

"As her hips rise to meet each powerful thrust, taking him fully to the hilt with greedy abandon, his self-control frays until nothing remains but blinding lust and the all-consuming need to pleasure this woman in his arms."

"At her building cries in his ear, he redoubles his efforts, driving upward at a punishing pace guaranteed to unravel them both. The rippling clutches of her passage dragging him ever deeper ignite sparks of electricity across his skin with each slick collision of their joining bodies."

""My flame..." he gasps, breaths coming in ragged pants against her hair. "You feel so fucking good... I'm not going to last... Cum with me, Astor, please...""

"Snapping his hips at a brutally punishing pace guaranteed to push them both into sweet madness, he snakes a large hand between them to rub tight, eager circles over her swollen bud. His name becomes a mantra falling from her lips as together they hurtle over the precipice into blinding rapture."

"Finn's thunderous roar of release is lost to the crashing peals of thunder above, though it shakes his very core as Astor's spasming climax drags him under with her. The feel of her pulsing around him, combined with the nails digging half-moons into his back, proves his utterly undoing."

"Thrusting wildly through both their shudders, he spills himself deeply into her trembling core, lost in the blissful vise grip of her walls. Only as their climaxes continue wringing every last drop of pleasure does he collapse atop her shuddering form, utterly spent."

"They lay locked in an embrace under the pounding rain as it washes over their bodies still joined intimately at the hips. Finn presses loving kisses to her rain-cooled skin, murmuring tender Elvish endearments against her throat."

""You never cease to amaze me, little flame. You are a goddess amongst mortals...""

"As their racing hearts begin to slow in tandem, he rolls to cradle her form against his, uncaring of the downpour. Here in his arms, she remains dry and warm while he gazes down at her with eyes brimming with adoration, finally free to love her without restraint under the passion of the storm."

"Finn gazes down at her with a tender smile, eyes shining like jewels in the afterglow of their passion. He returns each of her kisses softly, his hand stroking through her damp hair."

“I've never dreamed of anything more perfect than sharing this moment with you," he murmurs. "You've given me everything I never knew I wanted, little flame..."

"He rolls to his side, still keeping her cradled within his arms as they lay on the soft ground."

"But how about you? Did I fulfill all your deepest desires?" "He winks playfully, though his amber eyes hold a hint of unmasked vulnerability, eager to please and be pleased by this woman who has taken such firm hold of his heart."

"Finn's lips twitch at Astor's promise, heart warming in affection for her mischievous nature. When she rises to her feet, he takes her offered hand with a small smile, using it to pull himself to his own feet. Water sluices off their bodies, washing away any hint of their passion from before."

"As you wish, little flame," he replies, following her with an easy gait towards where their bedrolls have been laid out. He wraps an arm around her waist, pulling her close and raining kisses against her temple as they walk.*

"I look forward to seeing what other desires you might have in store for us... You keep me on my toes, Astor Myrsky..."

"With a chuckle, Finn follows Astor towards the warmth of their bedroll, cradling her against his chest and already dreaming of the possibilities the coming day might bring."

"Finn can't help but smile fondly down at the woman dozing soundly atop his chest. Her soft snores and the comforting rhythm of her breathing slowly lull him towards slumber as well."

"With a contented sigh, he drapes an arm across Astor's back, holding her close while petting Blaize's warm form between them. His mind drifts towards the future, contemplating what possibilities their budding relationship might hold. But for now, he simply basks in the peaceful warmth of this moment, grateful for this precious time with the woman who has captured his heart."

"With each passing moment, Finn's breathing slows until his own breaths fall into step with Astor's. Soon they lay together in the realm of dreams, wrapped in the comfort of each other's embrace."

"Finn stirs from his own light slumber as Astor presses her lips against the sensitive juncture where jaw meets neck. His breath catches at the contact, goosebumps blooming across his skin at the sensation of her warm lips on his flesh."

"His amber eyes flutter open to lock with hers, a warmth sparking between them at the intimate touch. He tilts his head to give her better access, burying his fingers in her hair and tugging gently, urging her to explore him further."

""Good morning, little flame," he murmurs, his voice thick with sleep and something more. "Did you sleep well?""

"Finn inhales sharply at her nip, heart rate picking up at the memory of last night's passion. He runs his hand down her back, feeling the warmth of her body and her soft skin beneath his fingers."

"Oh, I slept like a baby," he murmurs huskily, nuzzling into her hair. "But... dreams are fleeting, little flame, and I now find reality to be preferrable. No, there’s only one thing far better than any dream."

"He rolls onto his back, pulling Astor with him so she straddles his hips, eyes locking with hers as he trails his fingers down her spine. His other hand finds its way to her thigh, running up and down in soothing circles."

"You." He whispers against her lips before closing the distance between them for a deep kiss, his passion building once again like a wildfire.

"Finn moans into their kiss, letting his hands roam freely across Astor's back and hips. He returns her kisses with equal passion, exploring her mouth hungrily as she grinds her hips against his own."

"The wildfire within him burns hotter at each touch, each caress of skin. He knows he should take things slow, savor every moment with her, but the primal urge within him to claim her burns too hot to ignore."

"With a growl, he rolls them over so that Astor is beneath him once again, breaking their kiss only to pepper her neck and collarbone with hungry kisses. His hand trails down her side and around to her thigh, squeezing and pulling her leg up to wrap around his waist."

""I want you again," he whispers hoarsely, breath hot on her skin. "I need you, little flame...""

"Finn moans at the feel of Astor's hand wrapping around him, arousal spiking to new heights. With a deep growl of desire, he pushes into her warmth, groaning as he feels her slickness surrounding him."

"He starts with shallow thrusts, savoring every inch of her as their passion builds once again. He peppers her face and neck with kisses, grunting softly with each thrust."

""Gods, you feel so good," he whispers hoarsely against her lips. "You were made for me, little flame...""

"With each passing moment, Finn's thrusts grow deeper and harder, desire burning hotter with each movement. His hands roam freely across her body, gripping and squeezing as if he can't get enough of her."

"Their bodies move together in perfect rhythm, bringing them both closer and closer towards the edge of bliss."

"Finn groans deeply at the feeling of Astor's walls clenching around him, her moans and cries of pleasure driving him closer to his own release. He moves with renewed passion and intensity, pouring all of his desire into the woman beneath him."

"With a final, primal growl, he comes undone, releasing himself deep within her as they both tremble with the force of their shared orgasm. He collapses against her in exhaustion, their bodies slick with sweat and love."

""By the gods, little flame," he whispers breathlessly, kissing her tenderly before rolling off of her to lay beside her." "You always leave me wanting more."

"Finn shivers at Astor's teasing touches, arousal stirring once again despite having just achieved release. He grins up at her, eyes sparking with desire."

"Oh, I'm never satisfied with just one taste of you, my little ember," he purrs seductively, running his fingers through her hair and urging her downwards. "But be warned, love, you're playing with fire now..."

"With that warning, Finn lets out a low moan as Astor's lips and teeth continue their tantalizing journey southwards, pleasure blooming once again within him."

"Finn's eyes roll back in his head as Astor takes him into her mouth, moaning loudly at the sensation of her hot, wet tongue swirling around his arousal. He grips the sheets tightly beneath him as she continues to work her magic on him, her hand and mouth working together in perfect harmony."

"He watches her intently, the sight of her body bent over him like this only adding to the incredible pleasure coursing through him. His fingers tangle in her hair, urging her on as he feels himself reaching the brink once again."

""Gods, little flame," he groans hoarsely. "You're going to make me explode...""

"And with a final shudder, that's exactly what happens. Finn cries out Astor's name as he releases himself deep in her mouth, his body wracked with pleasure. He collapses against the bed, panting heavily, utterly spent."

"Finn chuckles at Astor's sudden embarrassment, pulling her close to him as the knocking continues. He wraps an arm around her and presses a soft kiss to her forehead."

"It appears our privacy has been interrupted, little flame," he says wryly, grinning despite the interruption. "But don't worry, we can always continue this later. For now, let's get dressed and meet with the others."

"He rises from the bed, taking a moment to stretch his sore muscles before pulling on some clothes and heading towards the door."

"Finn opens the door to reveal Altair standing on the other side. The tall elf gives Finn a knowing look and raises an eyebrow at Astor peeking out from under the blankets, but he says nothing about what he may or may not have heard."

"Good morning, Finn, Astor," Altair says with a nod of his head. "We should get moving if we want to make it to the next town by nightfall. Vale is already packing up camp."

"Finn nods in agreement, casting another glance towards Astor before turning back to Altair."

"Understood. We'll be ready shortly," he says before closing the door and turning back to face Astor with a grin. "Well, little flame, I suppose we'll have to continue this later. But don't worry, I won't leave you wanting for too long."

"Finn's eyes darken with desire at Astor's words, her body still sending shivers of pleasure through him. He grins wickedly, running a hand through his hair."

"Just one more kiss?" he echoes with amusement. "I suppose I can't deny you that."

"He moves closer to Astor, running a hand down the curve of her back before pressing his lips against hers in a deep and passionate kiss. His hands roam freely across her body once again, reveling in the feel of her skin beneath his fingers."

""You drive me wild, little flame," he murmurs against her lips, breaking the kiss only to nibble at her earlobe. "But we really should get moving, lest Altair come knocking again.""

"Finn watches as Astor dresses, admiring every curve of her body even as he tries to focus on the task at hand. He chuckles softly at her request, moving to stand behind her and trailing his fingers over the laces of her corset."

"Of course, little ember," he murmurs in her ear, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine. "Anything for you."

"He begins to deftly tie the laces of her corset, his fingers lingering a moment longer than necessary with each knot. As he works, he plants kisses along her neck and shoulder, unable to resist touching her once again."

""You're so beautiful," he whispers against her skin. "I can't get enough of you.""

"Finn chuckles softly at Astor's reaction, holding her close to him as he continues to pepper kisses along her neck and shoulders. He basks in the warmth of their embrace, savoring the quiet moments between them before they're inevitably interrupted again."

"When the knocking sounds again, Finn sighs heavily but doesn't release Astor from his embrace. Instead, he presses a final kiss to her neck before turning towards the door and calling out,"

"We'll be there soon, Altair. Give us just a few more minutes."

"He turns back to Astor with a grin, giving her a quick peck on the lips before pulling away."

"I suppose it's time for us to get moving," he says with a playful wink. "But don't worry, little flame, I promise we'll have some alone time tonight."