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You breathe in the crisp air of the night, sending another longing look up at the starry sky before closing the window again. The cold clings to your arms, leaving you with slight goosebumps. You rub your hands over the skin to try and get them to fade, but it’s not exactly effective. If Albedo was here, he’d offer to cuddle you until you’re warm. The thought rushes through your mind and you want to punch yourself, having just willed away the deep longing tugging at your heart. It's apparent by now that he’s not coming back home tonight either — It’s way too late for that already.
The weeks Albedo spends on his expeditions are always the hardest for you — It’s not unusual that Albedo is holed up in his workshop all day, but at the very least you usually get the chance to sleep next to him at night or maybe even have lunch together if you’re lucky. But whenever he’s away, you spend your nights alone instead, staying up a little too late in hopes of catching him when he gets home. This time it seems to be an especially long expedition, and you find yourself growing impatient. You miss the sound of his voice, the way his face lights up whenever he sees you, and his warm touches.
You’d been thinking about coming with him at first, but had ultimately decided against it — Most of the knights are incredibly busy around this time of the year, so that left you as the only available caretaker for Klee. You don’t mind taking care of Klee — The two of you actually get along quite well most of the time, Klee seeing you almost as an older sister by now… But still, your heart felt heavy as you watched Albedo walk out the city gates after giving you a last, long goodbye hug and the heavy feeling hasn’t lifted since then.
With a sigh, you slip back into bed — his side, rather than your own — and snuggle into the pillow. Albedo’s smell has almost worn off at this point, too mixed with your own to differentiate at this point. You frown and briefly consider crawling out of bed once more to grab one of Albedo’s shirts, but he took a majority of them with him to Dragonspine, so that’s that. Maybe next time he leaves you should convince him to leave a few of them here so you feel less lonely. You smile at the thought, imagining the way he’d give you a confused look at first before his smile would soften and he’d tell you how he’ll do whatever is necessary to make his absence less painful to you.
Keeping that thought in mind, you let your head sink against the cold pillow, taking in the last remaining bit of Albedo’s smell and trace the patterns on the fabric until you drift off.
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You're ripped from your sleep when you hear faint rustling from somewhere in the room. The alert part of your brain urges you to check what’s going on, but your body is still too tired, and the other half of your mind refuses to leave the comfortable haze induced by Albedo’s scent.
It’s not until you feel the mattress dipping on the other half of the bed that you fully register that there’s someone with you. While you process that thought, you feel cold fingertips brush your skin to push your hair aside before a pair of soft lips is pressed against your temple. The gesture is familiar to you by now, being Albedo’s favorite way of making his presence known whenever he thinks you’re already asleep. Blindly you reach up a hand, only to be met with soft locks and skin that’s still slightly cool from having been outside for so long.
You turn around fully, wrapping your arms around Albedo’s neck to pull him closer. He lets out a startled chuckle, swallowed by your lips as they meet his. For a few moments, you keep him close to you, before finally releasing him just enough to allow Albedo to lean back and look at you while his nose brushes against yours.
“I thought you were asleep,” he whispers, softly smiling. His face is only illuminated by the faint glow of the moon seeping in through the window, but it’s enough for you to make out his soft features and the look of adoration in his eyes as they take in your face like it’s the first time he’s ever seen you.
You shrug. “I did drift off,” you admit with a sheepish grin, “but I may have woken up when you arrived.” He frowns a little at that, so you cup his cheeks and quickly add “I’m happy about it, though. That way I got to say hello to you… And maybe I can have you for myself for a little bit before everyone requires your immediate attention tomorrow.” You sigh longingly and he chuckles.
“I’m all yours, love,” he whispers before capturing your lips in another kiss, this time longer and a little more urgent than the last one. Your hands wander to his hair, fingers loosely tangled in it to pull him closer. Albedo snakes his arms around your waist as he breaks the kiss and instead buries his face in your neck with a deep sigh. “I missed you a lot,” he mumbles against your skin as he peppers kisses all over your soft skin.
“I missed you too,” you sigh, tightly holding him closer to yourself. He comfortably rests his cheek against your chest, looking up at you with an almost shy grin. You wipe some hair out of his face, playing with a strand of his hair. “Tell me about your trip to Dragonspine,” you say, watching the silver moonlight illuminate the strands. You always enjoy listening to him talk, even if you only understand half of what he’s saying. Seeing the look of excitement on his face whenever he goes into detail about his latest discovery is more than enough for you.
“Well,” he starts, slightly propping his face up on an arm that’s casually pushed under his chin, fingers ever so slightly dancing over your collarbone, “I made quite a bit of progress with my hypothesis on how Durin’s blood has influenced the flora and fauna over the years. Although, there’s certainly other factors. I now believe the overall climate has had a huge effect as well. But that may require a little more research into the topic.”
One of your hands rests against his cheek, fingers mindlessly tracing his features. You’ve memorized them all by now, probably know them better than your own face… And yet, every time you’re back together after a long time spent apart, it’s like you have a completely newfound appreciation for them. “Is that based on the theory Timaeus came up with last time?” You ask after a while as your fingers follow the line of his cheekbones.
Albedo breaks into a smile. “Not quite, but that’s what gave me the idea for this investigation. I’m surprised you still remember that, to be quite honest.” He mumbles the last part, but with how close the two of you are, you hear it regardless, so you giggle a little.
“Of course I do! I’m always listening to your theories, after all. I may not understand everything you’re doing, but I like hearing about your progress.” You feel Albedo’s cheeks heat a little under your fingertips at that, a slight red blooming shortly after. It’s the cutest thing, seeing how excited he gets when someone shares his interest in his experiments.
After a moment he clears his throat, eyes fixating on you. “How about you? What have you been doing while I was gone? I hope Klee didn’t cause you too much trouble.” His fingers wander up and down your arm, leaving you with slight goosebumps.
“No, no, Klee was wonderful as always,” you quickly assure him. “She’s been helping me out a lot actually. I’ve also been helping Lisa at the library. She wanted to reorganize the history section… It’s been quite a lot of work.” You let out a small, somewhat exaggerated, sigh. Albedo crawls upwards to give you a quick kiss, pulling you into his arms afterwards. You rest your head against his chest with a content sigh.
Both of you fall silent for a while, you listening to the calming, steady thumping of his heart, while Albedo rubs your back, seemingly lost in thought. You feel his hands mindlessly slip past the hem of your shirt, fingertips traveling up your spine.
A content sigh escapes your lips, having missed the feeling of Albedo’s hands on you. “It’s nice to have you back here,” you whisper into the silence, to which Albedo hums in agreement.
“The worst part about being on Dragonspine is that I can’t have you next to me,” he sighs. “I missed feeling your warmth against me.” He lets his hands wander to your breasts, cupping one of them and giving it a gentle squeeze. “And I missed feeling you as well,” he then adds, chuckling when he feels your body tense up against his. He continues to massage your breasts, occasionally giving your hardening nipples a small tug. It hits you just how much you’ve missed his presence when you feel the heat building in the pit of your stomach almost immediately. It grows stronger, overshadows the innocent wish to just cuddle him with an intense want to feel his touch all over your body, to be really connected to him.
You let your own hands slip under his shirt as well, ever so slightly rubbing them along his abdomen as you tilt your head enough to press a heated kiss on his neck. Encouraged by the shaky sigh your boyfriend lets out at that, you let your lips trail along the sensitive skin, quickly dipping between his collarbones to find the star-shaped mark resting between them, this time letting your tongue dart out just slightly as you leave a kiss here, too.
Hearing the way Albedo sucks in a sharp breath, you can't help but smile against his skin. You wander up his jaw, eventually finding his lips for another kiss. Albedo’s free hand almost immediately finds its way to the back of your head, keeping you in place as he hungrily deepens the kiss. When his tongue tries to slip past your lips, you waste no time letting it in, eager to take as much of Albedo as he’s willing to give you. Soon you crawl into his lap, legs spread on both sides of him while his hands slide to your hips, steadying you as he pulls you closer towards him.
One of your hands rests on Albedo’s chest, the other toying with his hair as you leave a trail of hickies all along his neck. Meanwhile Albedo is busy trying to get you out of your shirt, giving a triumphant smirk when he finally manages to toss the piece of fabric off somewhere into the dark of the room. His eyes wander over your skin, illuminated by the gentle shine of the moonlight. The expression on his face has something of adoration with an underlying, deep want. He lets his fingers trace your collarbones, the mounds of your breasts, watching the way your chest rises and falls with every breath. He looks almost entranced by you, and you let out a small laugh, leaning in to kiss him again.
“I’m glad you like what you see, but I think you’d look better with this off, too,” you half-joke, gently pulling at his shirt. His eyes meet yours and he chuckles a little, lifting his arms to help you get rid of it. Afterwards he pulls you closer until your chest is pressed against his, hands tangled in each others’ hair and lips not wanting to part from one another for more than a second at a time.
Fingers trail down your spine like they’re trying to memorize every small bump in your skin, like it’s the first time they’ve been down that path. They hook in the band of your pants, not trying to pull them off yet, just to comfortably rest on your hips.
When you pull apart to catch your breaths, you use the opportunity to rest your forehead against Albedo’s, looking deeply into his eyes as he stares back at you with a look filled with. “I missed you so much,” he whispers once again, his breath ghosting over your lips. You nod, wrapping your arms around his neck until his head is pressed against your chest.
“I know. Me too. I’ve been waiting for you to return ever since you left,” you admit, and Albedo looks up at you to smile.
He gives you a quick, apologetic kiss. “I’m sorry for leaving you here all alone. I’ll try to cut it shorter next time,” he promises. His thumbs rub circles into your skin, giving you goosebumps because of how nice it feels to have him touch you like this again.
“It’s okay,” you whisper into his hair, “I know your research is important.”
He carefully tugs your hips closer against his, allowing you to feel him already throbbing through the fabric of his pants. “Not as important as you,” he mumbles into your skin, leaving a few bruises along your collarbones as he gently rocks into you.
You let out a sigh, hands resting on his shoulders as you move your hips against it, quickly building a desire for more. “Albedo, please…” You trail off, but he knows what you mean regardless, quickly nodding as he gently pushes you off just enough to get rid of your pants, his own following shortly after.
You see how hard already he is and for a moment you’re overcome with the desire to get on your knees to suck him off for a bit, until his fingers slide between your folds, finding your wet heat as his thumb brushes your clit and you decide that it can wait until later. He’s back now, you tell yourself, we’ve got time to do that whenever we want. Right now you just want him to keep touching you like this, skilled fingers playing with your cunt. He watches the way his fingers disappear inside of you, amazed by the way his fingers are already coated by you.
It’s hard to keep yourself upright with how your thighs are trembling from his simple touch, but you feel too good to complain, so you decide to simply rest your hands on his shoulders for leverage instead as Albedo slips one, two, three fingers inside of you, slowly pumping them in and out. Still, his fingers aren’t enough, and you try to tell him as much in between small, pleasured whines. His face is pressed in between your breasts and he leaves a number of kisses all over them. “Just a moment, sweetheart,” he mumbles against your skin, “I want to enjoy the way you feel around my fingers for a little longer first.” You can’t really complain about that, not when his fingers are gracing your walls so nicely, so you keep holding onto him, softly moaning into his hair.
It doesn’t take long before Albedo grows impatient as well, pulling his fingers out and leading them to his lips to lick them. “I missed the way you taste,” he mutters, eyes fixated on you the whole time. “I’d love to eat you out right now, but…” His gaze falls between the both of you, where his hard cock is already leaking against his stomach. “Maybe later.” He grins a little and quickly pecks your cheek.
Then, he finally guides your hips as you slowly lower yourself onto him, letting out a satisfied sigh at the feeling of being so full of Albedo. He groans in pleasure too as he lets you sink down at your own pace, giving you a few moments to adjust to the feeling. Soon enough you urge him on to move with hushed whispers and moans that are slowly increasing in volume as he begins to thrust into you.
You feel absolute bliss rushing over you as you’re finally able to feel so closely connected to Albedo again after he’d been gone for such a long time.
Albedo’s arms are tightly wrapped around you, your face buried in his shoulder while your hands loosely grip his hair. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he pants into your ear, letting out an especially loud moan with his next thrust. You’re too caught up in your own pleasure to form a coherent answer, so you just give a drawn-out whine in response.
Neither of you are able to last for very long, and you soon feel the way Albedo’s deliberate thrusts grow more erratic, his grip around you tightening even more. Shortly after, you’re filled with a thick load of his cum as he lets out a pleasured groan. You follow shortly after, moaning loudly while your walls tighten around him and you feel like your vision goes white for a few moments.
When you’ve caught your breath again, Albedo is still holding you tight, gently stroking your back while he himself is breathing heavily. You play with his hair, mindlessly letting your fingers run through the soft locks. “Can we stay like this for a while longer?” You mumble into his skin, “I just want to stay close to you.” Albedo responds with a nod.
“I just need to recover a little… But then I’d like to continue. I want to make sure I make up for all the lost time,” he promises, pressing kisses into your shoulder.
Albedo follows through on his promise and the two of you soon go on, sharing lazy kisses and needy moans until you’re eventually too exhausted to go on.
The sky is already beginning to turn a bright shade of pink slowly fading into orange when you lie in Albedo’s arms, listening to his heartbeat while his fingers trace patterns against your skin. “You should sleep in with me tomorrow,” Albedo mumbles, carefully tucking a few strands of hair behind your ear. “I want to wake up with you in my arms.”
You nod and hug him a little tighter. “I’d love doing that. Just wanna stay with you for as long as I can, even if we’re just being lazy.” You let out a sleepy chuckle.
He kisses the crown of your head. “You’ll just have to stay with me forever then.”
“Sounds good to me,” you mumble, already feeling yourself drifting off. “I love you.” Is the last thing you manage to say before sleep finally takes over.