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As the stars glitter in the early evening sky, the Scions gather in the Starlight Market. There are only a few people other than them: small groups of children that run around throwing snowballs at each other, or the odd peruser of the stalls. Estinien looks around carefully, reflecting on just how he got himself dragging into the Twin’s festively-themed itinerary of activities. It was, after all, sheer coincidence that they happened to chance upon him in Gridania - and before he could make an excuse and an escape, he was roped into their festive activities.
He wanted out.
“You look like you’re searching for an escape, Estinien Wyrmblood.” Shira accused playfully, watching as the dragoon shifted from side to side every so often, annoyance and impatience clear. “That is because I *am*, Shira Tamako.” He muttered in reply, levelling a glare at her. Although behind that feigned agitation lay a hint of affection, a rather rare emotion for the man before her. “If I get us away from them, do you promise not to run off and leave me by myself?” Shira asked, and it was like the Gods had sent him an angel - a rather small, chaotic angel, but an angel nonetheless. “On my honour, your company is far more tolerable than any other.” His reply was meant in sheer gratitude, but Shira felt her cheeks flush at his oddly sweet words. Perhaps it was the festive season that made him slightly more amiable towards her - or their shared distaste for the festivities.
With that, Shira quickly uttered a barely believable excuse of perusing the stalls to find a gift for a mutual friend before she wondered off, Estinien trailing after her. The snow crunched beneath their boots as they walked in silence for a moment, and as they turned a corner and were out of sight of their colleagues, Estinien seemed to let out a quiet sigh of relief. “That bad?” Shira mused, giving him a small smile. “That bad.” Estinien nodded, the air growing more breathable the further they ventured from the group. “So I take it you still haven’t found someone to help you… relieve all that tension?” She asked innocently, trying her hardest to mask the hope that stirred in her chest. “No,” Estinien confirmed, “…But ‘tis the season, as they say.” The small grin he shot her made her heart leap out of her chest, and she could do nothing but laugh lightly in response.
Eventually, their idle wondering brought them to the section of the Starlight Market that was only open during the day. The stalls were empty, all shutters and doors tightly closed and latched to secure the stock inside. Save, however, for one. Shira noted that while the other two stalls had locks on the side doors, one did not. Curiously she approached the door, softly pulling at the handle until it opened. “What are you doing?” Estinien asked, glancing over his shoulder to ensure they were not being watched. “They forgot to lock their stall.” Shira pointed out, pulling the door open enough to look inside, inspecting the contents for any signs that someone may have stolen something.
“Everything seems to be f-” Shira was cut off by a strong arm prying the door open and shoving her inside as the distant call of both of their names reached her ears. Estinien pulled the door shut quietly, leaving little light in the stall as both their eyes adjusted. The dragoon pressed his finger to his lips, urging her to remain silent as the crunch of footsteps on snow passed outside. They grew louder and louder, accompanied by the soft call of both their names before they once again faded out.
“We should probably be getting back to them, they’re looking for us.” Shira whispered after some time had passed, moving to push open the stall door. “Not yet.” Estinien replied as he grabbed her arm, yanking her back to him. He was not intending her to end up as close as she was, only wanted to ensure she remained away from the door. But the force of his pull had caused her to crash into his chest, her hand braced against his chest for balance as her wide eyes looked up at him in surprise.
The surprise did not linger long - it simmered down until something much less innocent rose behind her azure eyes. Beneath her fingertips she could feel his heart race, the very same lack of innocence rising in his own mind.
“…’Tis the season?” Shira whispered breathily. The air around them felt heated compared to the frigid cold outside, like they had been pulled into a different world, one just for them and their long unspoken desires.
“’Tis the season.” He repeated in reply before he brought his lips down to hers in a hungry kiss, one she eagerly returned.
Lips and teeth and tongues battled between sharp inhales in air, accompanied by the desperate tug to pull one another somehow closer as they lost themselves in their kiss. Shira’s hand curled around Estinien’s neck as he reached down to grab her thighs, lifting her roughly onto the stall countertop. It was a welcomed reprieve for his neck as she settled against the cold wooden surface, her legs parting quickly to invite him closer without a single uttered word.
They pulled at heavy layers of fabric, pulling off their heavy jackets, scarves and gloves. Estinien’s hands roamed down thick wool until they wondered under it, caressing Shira’s warm skin. They wondered further up until they reached the soft flesh of her breasts, where a gentle squeeze elicited a soft moan from her lips. Shira’s lips found his neck, placing soft kisses that become more desperate the longer his thumbs grazed back and forth over her nipples.
“You are completely maddening, Shira.” Estinien whispered, his lips grazing her horn as his hands travelled south to the button of her pants. The vibrations of his words against her sensitive horn sent a shiver through her body.
“So are you, dragoon.” She retorted, reaching to unlace his trousers as well. Her hands fumbled, her mind preoccupied by just the thought of *this.* The thought of what they were about to do - and in a market stall of all places.
In a matter of moments Shira was freed of her pants, and Estinien’s were taunt around his lower thighs. The tip of his cock glistened with pre-cum as he stood between her legs, allowing her to see just how it would fill her petite form.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Estinien asked, offering her an out but praying she wouldn’t take it. To his relief, she did not.
“Yes,” She breathed in reply, leaning forward to bring him into another heated kiss. Satisfied with her consent, Estinien wrapped his hand around his cock, guiding himself through her slick. He revelled in the way she whined into his mouth. And the way sound he had to swallow as he pushed himself into her was one he would remember for a long time. Slowly he eased into her, noting the way her nails dug into his shoulders - and despite the thick layer of his sweater, they somehow still stung. He let out a barely audible groan as he hilted himself in her, savouring just how tight she was around him. It was going to take every ounce of his self control to not lose himself completely, to not forget where they were and fuck her until her voice was hoarse from screaming his name.
Self control in mind, he started a slow pace that allowed her to adjust to his size. Shira moaned, able to feel every ilm of him, the perfect way his cock pressed against the most sensitive spot inside her. And whilst the sound she made quickened his pace slightly, his hand came up to cover her mouth.
“This stall is far from soundproof, we need to be quiet.” He strained, his palm muffling Shira’s moans as her nails dug into his skin, spurring on the movement of his hips further. Shira tightened her jaw as he removed his hand, not wanting to make a sound - not wanting him to stop.
His hands gripped her thighs again, pushing them flush against her chest, allowing him deeper.
“Fury fucking take me,” Estinien growled, a pressure building in the base of his spine that tasted of relief and promised to shatter his self restraint. The new position tested the limits of Shira’s flexibility, but she didn’t care, her mind fixated on the man in front of her and the way he was making her feel. Resting her legs on either side of his head, he reached a hand between them, thumb finding her clit as he began precise circles that matched his rhythm, a combination sensation that had her soon shaking as her climax neared.
As the building pleasure erupted through her, it took all of her will to not scream his name. Her legs trembled as her body arched against him, the onslaught of pleasure coaxing only a small, pathetic strained cry of his name to leave her lips - much too quiet for anyone around to hear, save Estinien. He chased his own release, his thrusts becoming slightly rougher until his hips began to stutter. With a low moan, he hilted himself in her tightness, filling her as he buried his head in her neck.
The sound of ragged breathing filled the tight space as they both came down from their highs, leaning on each other for support, Estinien lowering Shira’s legs carefully from his shoulders.
“The season is far from over.” He spoke carefully. Hopefully. “I am staying at The Roost… if you would like to do this again. Perhaps less… restrained.”
“I will allow you your escape now, and I will join you in an hour.” Shira replied, resting her head on his shoulder briefly. “If we both up and disappear, they might send a search party after us.” She joked as they righted their clothes, checking each other over for anything that may betray the nature of their own… festive activities.