"I mean, you don't want to talk every once in a while? I'd like to get to know you better if you let me, and the only way for that to happen is to talk."
"Yes," he says, accompanied by some dead silence, as though to illustrate, but it's not on purpose. He genuinely leaves dead silence in every conversation, and is a bit perplexed that she hasn't realized this by now.
"Because... I was always alone. I never talked to anyone, so I never learned how to..."
It's definitely because she's always talking. Dead silence drives her crazy, makes her think too hard about things she doesn't want to think about.
"That sounds awful." She admitted, head tipped backwards to look up at him. "Why were you always alone? I mean you mentioned your shitty dad once, I think."
"My father was planning to... Kill my mother and marry my sister to bear her children. So the Death Knight killed him and the rest of my noble house when I was 9. Then we were on the run and in hiding from the law until Edelgard took us in. Even after that, I was still fearful of getting close to anyone, lest they get hurt."
Nina was silent now, her eyes widening as she twisted around so she was facing him properly. "By the Father..." nobles did some fucked up shit back home — some probably as fucked as what Jeritza had just described — but it was so much different when it was someone she cared about.
"You were just a kid. And the Death Knight was there, even then?" Why did that explain so much? "I — I can't say I know exactly what you went through, but rough childhoods seem to be common in people from Seven it sounds like."
"That incident is the reason The Death Knight exists. In order to protect my sister and mother, he had to do away with any feelings of fear or guilt to do what needed to be done. My father needed to be stopped, and at 9, I was not strong enough to do that on my own... So he helped me."
His alter is terrible and cruel, but he exists for a reason. He was needed. Though he is made of pure hatred, it would seem, he was actually born from love and protective desires.
So that was a revelation and a half. Nina continued to stare up at him, utterly dumbfounded.
"I never thought I'd be grateful he was there for you, but that's — I mean. Not great that you had to hide away for so long, but, he saved your mother and sister from something so much worse. I can't say I wouldn't kill for my own." Gods now she was agreeing with the damn knight. "Did you ever see them again?"
He nods, rubbing between her shoulders. He's relieved she understands. More understanding can only help them in the situation they've found themselves in.
"I saw my sister, yes... Not my mother. But Mercedes was determined that someday, we would all be together again..."
His tone and expression hint with sorrow. He misses them, the only people who ever loved him, and he's no longer sure they'll ever see each other again.
"I hope you will." Nina had lucked out. She barely remembered her birth parents — doubted they were even alive if Roland hadn't been able to find them — but even then had found a family that loved and supported her. The Death Knight saved his own, had to run for his life because of it, and it was... unfair. Terrible for this sweet man to have to suffer because he did, in her eyes, the right thing.
Maybe the Death Knight wasn't great. Was absolutely abhorrent in the shit he did and the bloodlust he had, but god dammit, he could be a fucking hero for that initial move.
Nina reached up to gingerly cup his cheeks, leaned in and pressed a kiss to the center of his forehead. "I don't know how I can help you see them again, but I sure can fucking try."
He looks into her brown eyes. He can see how much she cares for him. He still isn't sure why. Slowly, he has been noticing that he returns the feeling.
"Thank you."
He needs any help he can get. He's a fish out of water in these new worlds. He still doesn't understand how it all works.
He kisses her lips, softly, ghosting his fingertips against her cheek.
Nina was nothing if not stubborn and determined. If she set her mind to something, she'd fucking do it, one way or another. It was nice to have a goal, too, in this weird situation they had found themselves in.
She didn't anticipate the kiss and briefly recalled the last one they shared where Jeritza ended up shoving her back and confusing the fuck out of her. But she didn't shy away from it this time either, kissing him back with an instinctive parting of her lips.
He's been thinking periodically about kissing her again since the first time, but he firstly felt as though he shouldn't, as though he still needed to keep safe distance between them... And second, there just hadn't been a moment for it with all the chaos.
But the way he feels now that their lips are touching, now that she knows him more and pledged to help him find Mercedes... He can't stop the kiss, he doesn't want to, he no longer cares about safe distance. That was out the window as soon as they met, anyway.
He deepens the kiss, sliding his tongue hesitantly between her lips, his own still soft and pliable. His large hand clasps the side of her neck gently.
Strange to think that the same hands upon her neck could (and had) steal the air from her lungs. But Jeritza was gentle for how large he was, for the strength he had.
Nina seized the opportunity to deepen the kiss further, her more experienced and adventurous tongue slipping past his with a soft moan as his the taste of him bloomed across her tastebuds. She eased up onto her knees, insistently urging him backwards on the couch with every intention of climbing into his lap if he let her.
Where Death Knight is physically dominant and imposing, Jeritza is his direct opposite. He's malleable under her touch, he moves with her whims. As she leans forward, he falls back, lips still locked, arms loosely wrapping around her waist, allowing her to get as close as she likes. He can smell her unique musk, and it makes something strange stir within him, makes his arms wrap a little tighter.
No objections. Nina felt for tension with her fingers pressed against his shoulders and arms, assured he wasn't actively resisting something while she climbed into his lap, legs astride his hips.
She pulled back for a breath, let her eyes shift over his face as if searching for something, and then pressed in again for another kiss, hips gently rolling in his lap.
As she looks at his face, she won't see the usual blankness, but rather his features slackened as though they are melted, and a look of desire in his lidded gray-blue eyes. She kisses him again, hips grinding softly into him, and he exhales heavily into her mouth. His hands become active, gripping gently at her tiny waist and ribcage. How small she is compared to him usually worries him, but at the moment, it's enticing for some reason. His jaw opens further, his tongue reaching into her mouth.
Desire was not an emotion she had seen in him, but she was clearly pleased for it. Nina pressed her hips a little harder into his, hoping to rouse him a little more; urge more pleasant little sighs from him.
Her kisses grew more feverish, tongue swirling in his mouth and her teeth catching on his lower lip. Nina's hands sifted through his hair, kneaded against his scalp. She pulled back again after a moment, breathless, "I want you, Jeritza." She murmured, realized maybe she needed to be more specific, "I want to have sex with you."
Her hips coax his own upward, against her. The pressure feels nice. He on top of him feels nicer.
She seems an expert, pulling at his lip, giving him all manner of strange and pleasant sensations with her mouth and hands. It works him up, starts to make him flustered. He wants more of her warmth, her touch, her body.
"Okay," he murmurs low, in response. There's no real reason not to.
She chuckled. About as enthusiastic as she anticipated from Jeritza, but she figured if he didn't want it, truly, he would tell her. Or make it obvious with uh... more unpleasant alternatives.
"Tell me if you don't like something." She made sure to mention. "And if you do." That said, she continued the fervent roll of her hips, pulling back enough to tug her top off and expose her tits, tossing her shirt off to the side and reaching for one of Jeritza's hands. She guided it upward, palm agaisnt her breast. "Don't be afraid to touch me."
He nods, though he has no idea how he would go about communicating either of those things. If all else fails, body language might work, he supposes.
His eyes drink in her bare chest, and then she puts his hand on it. He grasps her breast softly, lips slightly parted in awe of being able to touch something he has never touched before. His thumb rubs back and forth on the soft skin. He places his other hand against her bare lower back, his breath hitching as she continues to grind against him.
Thankfully, he wasn't the first virgin she had to contend with. Her ex-boyfriend hadn't had sex before he met her either — the difference now being that Evander had been overly enthusiastic, where Jeritza was far more willing to just let her take the lead. Which was fine. Easier this way to direct him and show him what she liked and maybe figure out what he did.
Nina leaned into him, moaning softly when his palm grazed her nipple, and kissed him again, her own hands moving to tug at whatever he was wearing for a shirt to try and get it off him.
Jeritza helps her take his shirt off and discards it to the side, revealing his very broad, pale chest and shoulders. He's muscular and littered with many scars, though it's rarely seen since he prefers to wear long sleeves, layers, and robes most of the time.
He leans forward to press his lips against her chest. He continues to caress one of her breasts with his hand, while his mouth slowly finds the other. He kisses along the soft, scarred skin there toward her nipple, before tentatively and very softly placing his lips over it, looking up at her for any sign of a reaction.
It was exactly the sort of physique Nina appreciated — strong, broad, and storied. Of course she assumed many of those scars were from fights the Death Knight had been in, but she would not discount Jeritza either. Before she could truly appreciate it, however, he was moving forward and latching onto her breast.
Unexpected. Extremely pleasant. Nina moaned and arched her back slightly, a hand against the back of his head insistently kneading into his scalp. When she looked down at him, she nodded absently. "Ke-Keep going."
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She sighed. "We don't have to though."
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He isn't a conversationalist, but he's not going to keep secrets from Nina. He continues his massage, smoothing his hands down her shoulders.
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"Because... I was always alone. I never talked to anyone, so I never learned how to..."
Emile was a chatty boy, but he is gone.
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"That sounds awful." She admitted, head tipped backwards to look up at him. "Why were you always alone? I mean you mentioned your shitty dad once, I think."
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"My father was planning to... Kill my mother and marry my sister to bear her children. So the Death Knight killed him and the rest of my noble house when I was 9. Then we were on the run and in hiding from the law until Edelgard took us in. Even after that, I was still fearful of getting close to anyone, lest they get hurt."
A stunted childhood in pretty much every way.
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"You were just a kid. And the Death Knight was there, even then?" Why did that explain so much? "I — I can't say I know exactly what you went through, but rough childhoods seem to be common in people from Seven it sounds like."
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His alter is terrible and cruel, but he exists for a reason. He was needed. Though he is made of pure hatred, it would seem, he was actually born from love and protective desires.
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"I never thought I'd be grateful he was there for you, but that's — I mean. Not great that you had to hide away for so long, but, he saved your mother and sister from something so much worse. I can't say I wouldn't kill for my own." Gods now she was agreeing with the damn knight. "Did you ever see them again?"
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"I saw my sister, yes... Not my mother. But Mercedes was determined that someday, we would all be together again..."
His tone and expression hint with sorrow. He misses them, the only people who ever loved him, and he's no longer sure they'll ever see each other again.
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Maybe the Death Knight wasn't great. Was absolutely abhorrent in the shit he did and the bloodlust he had, but god dammit, he could be a fucking hero for that initial move.
Nina reached up to gingerly cup his cheeks, leaned in and pressed a kiss to the center of his forehead. "I don't know how I can help you see them again, but I sure can fucking try."
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"Thank you."
He needs any help he can get. He's a fish out of water in these new worlds. He still doesn't understand how it all works.
He kisses her lips, softly, ghosting his fingertips against her cheek.
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She didn't anticipate the kiss and briefly recalled the last one they shared where Jeritza ended up shoving her back and confusing the fuck out of her. But she didn't shy away from it this time either, kissing him back with an instinctive parting of her lips.
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But the way he feels now that their lips are touching, now that she knows him more and pledged to help him find Mercedes... He can't stop the kiss, he doesn't want to, he no longer cares about safe distance. That was out the window as soon as they met, anyway.
He deepens the kiss, sliding his tongue hesitantly between her lips, his own still soft and pliable. His large hand clasps the side of her neck gently.
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Nina seized the opportunity to deepen the kiss further, her more experienced and adventurous tongue slipping past his with a soft moan as his the taste of him bloomed across her tastebuds. She eased up onto her knees, insistently urging him backwards on the couch with every intention of climbing into his lap if he let her.
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She pulled back for a breath, let her eyes shift over his face as if searching for something, and then pressed in again for another kiss, hips gently rolling in his lap.
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Her kisses grew more feverish, tongue swirling in his mouth and her teeth catching on his lower lip. Nina's hands sifted through his hair, kneaded against his scalp. She pulled back again after a moment, breathless, "I want you, Jeritza." She murmured, realized maybe she needed to be more specific, "I want to have sex with you."
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She seems an expert, pulling at his lip, giving him all manner of strange and pleasant sensations with her mouth and hands. It works him up, starts to make him flustered. He wants more of her warmth, her touch, her body.
"Okay," he murmurs low, in response. There's no real reason not to.
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"Tell me if you don't like something." She made sure to mention. "And if you do." That said, she continued the fervent roll of her hips, pulling back enough to tug her top off and expose her tits, tossing her shirt off to the side and reaching for one of Jeritza's hands. She guided it upward, palm agaisnt her breast. "Don't be afraid to touch me."
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His eyes drink in her bare chest, and then she puts his hand on it. He grasps her breast softly, lips slightly parted in awe of being able to touch something he has never touched before. His thumb rubs back and forth on the soft skin. He places his other hand against her bare lower back, his breath hitching as she continues to grind against him.
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Nina leaned into him, moaning softly when his palm grazed her nipple, and kissed him again, her own hands moving to tug at whatever he was wearing for a shirt to try and get it off him.
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He leans forward to press his lips against her chest. He continues to caress one of her breasts with his hand, while his mouth slowly finds the other. He kisses along the soft, scarred skin there toward her nipple, before tentatively and very softly placing his lips over it, looking up at her for any sign of a reaction.
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Unexpected. Extremely pleasant. Nina moaned and arched her back slightly, a hand against the back of his head insistently kneading into his scalp. When she looked down at him, she nodded absently. "Ke-Keep going."
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