Fable - Ask Old Growth Still Green

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There was passion given back to Quacey from her kiss. What he had started she was seeing to intensify. Her fingers finding his hair. His fingers sliding further down her torso. Past her hips. Over her behind. A soft squeeze. It would seem the wine was getting to him too. Clear decisions being muddled by desire.

Then she broke away. She asked if he would like to stay. Would like to stay the night. Was there a choice? Was there truly more than a single answer he was likely to give her? While his thoughts might be mulled by the wine and desire, he still held some of his clarity. He was not too far gone just yet.

After a moment he said to her, "I do not wish for you to do something you might regret. If you are certain it is what you want and will not regret then it would be a great pleasure to stay the night with you Ceilidh."

Now what would be her answer? His choice was obvious. Would her choice be as well?

Ceilidh Trahan
 
Ceilidh thought for a moment. Regret was a terrible thing. She did not regret her time with Asemir, she had only wished he wasn't who he was. That was the mistake she had made. Quacey was single and he certainly had not dated any of her friends...that she knew about. He should be safe...she hoped with a small chuckle.

"You are unattached and so am I. There is no regret. Only passion between two people." Two people who seek companionship...

She was not even sure if he had actually helped her but she was lighter than she had been earlier. The lightest she had felt in a long time. The worries still gnawed at her. They were still there except they were a little quieter now.

Ceilidh reached up and untied her bun, letting her long white hair fall upon her shoulders again.

Quacey
 
Ceilidh seemed to have an answer as ready for him as he had for her. There would be no regretting a night together, or perhaps more than a night if she held any interest. He certainly was not the type to spend the night with someone and just leave when morning came. He preferred to feel more connected than that.

A smile crossed his lips. "Then we have our answers Ceilidh. Passion between two people it shall be."

She let down her hair, but he left his in its tail. Once her hair was free he leaned back down to kiss her. A squeeze of her ass before he pulled her in closer to him.

Connection. Such a simple thing yet so difficult to form and maintain. So crucial to his domain and his work. So crucial to life. For so long he had avoided connecting with others more than he needed to. He had come to stop hiding from it and instead to embrace it. As he embraced her.

Did she seek connection as well? Was she feeling it now?

Ceilidh Trahan
 
Ceilidh kissed Quacey back and she smiled against his mouth when he squeezed her ass. She liked this. It would be a good night with no regrets. After a few minutes of being held and kissing him, Ceilidh pulled away from him gently and took his hand. She led him towards the exit of the studio and grabbed the wine bottle on the way.

She took a long drink and then held it out to Quacey as they walked. The two of them ascended the stairs and walked down a long hallway before she finally stopped and opened a door. She pushed the door open and stepped aside to let Quacey into her bedroom.

The room was painted in a light teal color with a giant four poster bed against one all and chairs surrounding a hearth on the opposite wall. The room also had a vanity and a chest of drawers and an armoire. It was simple yet beautiful room.

She shut the door behind him and pulled him close to her for another kiss. He was the first man that she had allowed in her room since her husband had died.

Quacey
 
When Ceilidh finally broke away their kissing, Quacey was a bit disappointed. She even broke away from his embrace as well. But it proved to be worth it as she took his hand and then began to lead him away from her studio with her bottle of wine in hand. He accepted it when she offered and finished it off for her. He definitely was more than tipsy now.

Her bedroom was beautiful. The color was soft and calming. The bed was spacious and looked soft. Warmth from the hearth. Simple yet elegant. A good match for the calm beauty of its owner. The door was shut and then they began to kiss once more.

Quacey was feeling mischievous so he scooped her up in his arms. He carried her to the bed and tossed her onto it. A smile was given to her as he already began to remove his clothes. This was going to be a long night he hoped....

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It was either late morning or early afternoon when Quacey began to stir. He found himself waking up not in a guestroom but next to Ceilidh in her own.

Ceilidh Trahan
 
Ceilidh's eyes fluttered open and she looked at the dark haired man across from her. Quacey... She smiled and reached out a hand to stroke his cheek. It was strange to wake up with a man in her bed and, yet, Ceilidh did not seem to mind.

"Good morning," she murmured softly and yawn. She had most definitely not gotten enough sleep. They had kept each other up far longer than her normal. She didn't want to move though. She was perfectly content to stay in bed with him if he had no where to be. She certainly didn't.

Quacey
 
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