a lion among ladies

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[ Dorothea doesn't exactly love spending time in the cathedral of Garreg Mach's campus, as stunning as the stained glass windows and flying buttresses are to behold. She hasn't put stock in the Seirosi faith since she was six years old.

In spite of that, she can still be seen there often in the days following the mission to quell the Western Church's rebellion in Gaspard territory, her hand rubbing circles in Ashe's back. She understands what it feels like to lose a parent, though she doesn't speak of it; instead, she only listens as he very gradually works his way through the shock and pain. Sometimes the only comfort is commiseration.

It's draining, though. She has to step back eventually, to try and shake off the old familiar feelings that watching another orphan in mourning dredges up in her.

Standing on the bridge that leads to the cathedral, she inhales the fresh mountain air and releases a sigh as she looks out over the scenery. A flash of blue in her peripheral vision catches her attention, though, and she's back on stage, turning to face her new house leader. ]

On your way to pray?

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Sudden? I feel like I've been waiting my whole life to hear those words.

[ She chuckles softly, a little breathlessly, and kisses him again. ]

Even if it's sudden, that doesn't mean our feelings aren't real. I love you. I want to be with you for the rest of my life. [ She kisses him once more, tears sliding down her cheeks. ] I know I--I'm not worthy of you. I'm just a peasant, really, but... I'll dedicate my life to you. Everything I have. Oh, Dima.

[ Dorothea kisses him yet again, more fervently than before. Her arms wrap around him, pulling their bodies close. ]

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[ Dimitri's head feels like it's spinning. Everything is happening all at once - and here they are, but it makes his heart want to burst. He drags her closer, kissing her in reply, over and over again as he allows his emotions to run away. If only for a little while. ]

I know - I know. All I want is to keep you close. To make sure you're loved and valued. Your birth - your birth has never mattered to me. It shouldn't matter to anyone. You deserve the world and I want to give it you.

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Just give me your love and I'll be satisfied.

[ It's almost overwhelming. This is everything she has ever wanted: love and validation, someone who will take care of her for the rest of her life, someone who will cherish the children they'll eventually have whether or not they're crested.

Dimitri has pulled her so close that she's basically straddling his lap at this point, so she settles in for more kisses, basking in the warmth of his body. She could kiss him forever, she thinks, but her lips stray from his after a moment, across his cheek to the edge of his jaw. Finding his pulse where it's fluttering in his throat, she kisses him there too. ]

[hauntedking]

You can have all of it...

[ For a long few moments, he's lost in her. The press of their bodies, the heat mingling, the soft flutter of lips. He breathes deep - can feel his body tense - and then there's a moment where he remembers where they are. His face is flushed a deep red and he reluctantly gives her a gentle push, taking her by the shoulders. ]

I - we should - slow down. We're still in school... and - well. People will wonder where we've gone to.

[ And the unspoken idea of, well, if something happens, he doesn't want her (or him) to have to leave because of it. ]

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[ It's a little disorienting (and embarrassing) to be pushed back, even with as much care as he uses. ]

I... I'm sorry. I got carried away.

[ But she can't exactly step outside looking as she does now--breathing hard, flushed from her forehead down to the hem of her shirt, eyes dark with wanting. Clearing her throat, Dorothea hops up and sits at Dimitri's desk, taking deep breaths to steady herself and fanning her face with her hand. She can't meet his eyes for a moment. ]

Even so, I--I do love you. And we won't be in school forever.

[hauntedking]

No, no, don't apologize-!

[ He's almost in as bad a shape as she is. His trousers, for example, feel painfully tight at the moment. He follows her to the desk, settling a hand on the back of his chair and hovering with a look of adoration and mild concern. ]

I just - I do want - I want to hold you. I want to be close to you. Please don't think I don't. But you're right. We won't be in school forever. So... we'll have time. All the time in the world. The... the rest of our lives.

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[ Taking off her hat to help herself cool down a little, Dorothea looks up at Dimitri and bites her lip. She knows he wants to abide by the rules, and there's good enough reason for that, but at the same time she can still feel her desire for him like a physical ache.

They have time enough, too--class is over for the day, and dinner is still an hour off at least. ]

You know... we don't have to get undressed for you to hold me close. [ Her hand extends, pressing her palm flat against his stomach--high enough to be technically appropriate, but with the implication that it could easily travel lower. ] Sometimes it's enough just to touch, and to be touched.

[hauntedking]

I - well-

[ The temptation is there and very real and - well. He can't say no to her. Not right now. He reaches down to slide his fingers against her wrists. ]

Well - alright. Um. Show me?

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[ She honestly expected a little more resistance, but his easy acquiescence brings a smile and a fresh blush to her face. Standing, Dorothea guides Dimitri back to his bed and urges him to lie down. She joins him the next moment, renewing her kisses. Her lips are tender on his as she runs her fingers up and down his stomach, each time letting them stray farther south until she's able to lift up his tunic to reveal the tenting in his pants.

Licking her lips once, Dorothea begins to massage his cock through the fabric of his trousers, cupping her hand to feel the full shape of it. ]

Girls want the same things boys want, you know. It just isn't as easy to tell, with us.

[hauntedking]

[ He finds it hard to resist her, in all honesty. So she has that going for her. He allows himself to be guided back to the bed and he sprawls himself out, watching her with wide eyes - eyes that flutter half shut as they start to kiss again. His breath escapes in a little gasp as her hands slide over him. Even through the layers of clothing that cover him, there's an enticing, seductive quality to it. He's full of nervous energy and it takes him a moment to figure out what to do with his own hands. He eventually settles on wrapping his arms around her to hold her closer, a little half-moan escaping his lips as she brushes her fingers over him through his trousers. ]

D-Dorothea - I-

[ His teeth worry at his lower lip and his hips lift, pressing into her exploring fingers with an eagerness he didn't quite realize he had. ]

I believe you. [ He's red-faced now; flushed and panting and just as turned-on and heated as she probably is. ]

I - I want to touch you, too.

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[ As much as she wants to rip her shirt off at his last remark, Dorothea did promise that they wouldn't have to take their clothes off, and so the garment remains. ... Well, she does unbutton her jacket, but there's still a shirt beneath it so it's technically not cheating.

She pauses in her movements over his groin to take his hand and bring it to her chest. ]

Like this, to start.

[ She directs him to hold her breast, shows him how to knead it gently in his hand, how to trace the outline of her nipple through the fabric, to roll and pinch it ever so gently. That's a good place to start.

Her hand returns to his cock, squeezing and stroking. ]

How does it feel?

[hauntedking]

Ah-

[ He trembles a little, voice shaky as he tries to get a grip on himself. Everything about her is soft and warm and delightful and he's trying to figure out what to do with himself. She's inviting him to start, though, and so he does his best to at first imitate her movement and then to continued, even as her hand gropes at him through his own clothing. The pads of his thumbs outline her nipples, tracing them, and his fingers squeeze at her breasts tentatively.

Give him a moment, he needs to work on his confidence. ]

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[ Dorothea sighs sweetly in response to his touch. ] Feels nice.

[ To encourage him, she grips him more firmly, stroking faster. She could reach down into his trousers--that wouldn't technically be breaking the "clothes on" rule, would it? But she refrains for now, shifting a little so she's kneeling over him. ]

There's, ah... another place you can touch me that feels wonderful.

[ Taking one of the hands at her chest, she moves it down to the apex of her thighs, gently adjusting his wrist so that his fingers slide over her pubic mound. Her undergarments are unmistakably damp, and she has to take a steadying breath. ]

Can you feel... here, where the folds part. There's a l-little nub. Just rub it gently.

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Is there...?

[ He's not ignorant. He knows how it's supposed to work. But having real, first hand experience is leaving him a bit stunned. It's all happening very fast. Not that he minds (much). He allows her to guide his hand, the other still massaging and pinching at a breast - but he can feel the heat of her through her clothing now. He can feel the dampness just beyond the barrier. And he swears he's going to burst. ]

I - I think so-

[ He murmurs in reply and leans up (in) to press a kiss against her throat as his fingers begin to explore, slow and gentle and tentative. ]

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[ Dorothea is warm and pliant in Dimitri's hands, shivering and rewarding him for his touches with breathy, needy little noises so soft that only he will hear them. The barriers of fabric between their bodies are limiting, but it keeps them from taking things too far.

She can't keep her hips from rocking against his hand, though. It's only natural that their bodies want to move together, and his lips on her neck feel like a fire brand burning little marks on her skin as proof he was there, he kissed her and loved her there.

Languid heat pools in her limbs, and it occurs to her that this touching is so much more intimate to her than the times in the past when she'd actually slept with a few of the younger tenors or stagehands that had pursued her when she was with the Mittelfrank. None of them ever made her feel like this, so she slows her movements to try and savor their touches even more. ]

[hauntedking]

[ The noises she makes are wonderful; they entice him. Make him want to do more, to hear her make those again. He noses into the hollow of her throat, fingers pressing with a little more pressure. His fingers circle and slide and press, feeling the shape of her through the thin cloth. The wetness of her is just there and his mind wanders and he wonders, with a touch of guilt, how it would feel to slide fingers inside of her. How it might feel to be on top of her, their limbs tangled together, his cock buried inside of her-

He shudders with a low groan as the fantasy overwhelms him and he can feel white hot pleasure pulse through him. His hips hitch against her and he can feel his release against his own underwear, his face burning. ]

Oh - oh-! Dorothea-!

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Dima!

[ She isn't far behind him, the work of his fingers bringing her to her climax just after his. Dorothea sighs as she slumps down against him, basking in the afterglow. It takes a few moments for her to catch her breath--time that she spends peppering Dimitri's face with kisses. ]

Dima, I love you so much. That was lovely, wasn't it? And one day... we won't need to hold back. I'll wait for you as long as it takes.

[hauntedking]

[ He feels dizzy. Flushed. Far too heated. Perhaps a touch ashamed. But also incredibly good. He stammers for a moment and then manages to master himself, dragging her close, arms wrapped around her as he noses in against her hair with a deep exhale. ]

I - I'm glad. And so will I. You needn't worry about that. I want this - I want us - to work. To have a future.

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I want that, too. More than I can say. Being with you makes me happy.

[ Dorothea's skin buzzes with lingering pleasure subsides to make way for a dreamy sort of drowsiness. Dimitri's arms are warm and strong around her, and she feels like she could stay this way forever.

... But, the dinner bell will ring soon, and neither of them can appear at the dining hall as rumpled as they surely look now. She gives them both a moment to enjoy the peace before she sits up again. ]

We'd both best freshen up before dinner. I'd prefer to just stay here with you, of course, but we shouldn't miss a meal.

[hauntedking]

Ah - you're right, of course.

[ As much as he too would like to linger and just cuddle and doze, they're both expected and surely someone will notice if they're both missing. He leans over to give her a soft little kiss. ]

But I'll see you at dinner. And tomorrow.

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Until then.

[ Running her fingers through her hair, Dorothea puts her cap back on and slips out of Dimitri's room. Nothing to see here.

It's difficult to stop thinking about their tryst after the fact, however. Every time they're even in the same room she can't help picturing the way his face looked when they'd touched one another. The world isn't willing to stand still for two teenagers in love, though--the day of the Rite of Rebirth is enough to remind them of that. Witnessing Byleth wield the Sword of the Creator is as awe-inspiring as it is terrifying.

All in all, they're lucky that no one was badly hurt in the battle--that the figure in black armor chose not to engage them. Dorothea has a sinking suspicion that he's just as strong as he looks, and absolutely no desire to find out firsthand.

Before the Lions even have time to recover fully from the previous moon, a new mission is handed down to them: kill Miklan Gautier and his band of thieves. She knows nothing of him outside of what she's heard from her classmates; he's a brute, from all accounts, passed over in favor of his younger brother because Sylvain was lucky enough to have a crest where Miklan did not. She can't imagine how Sylvain must be feeling, since he's acting as flippant as ever. Any attempt to comfort him would be a waste, as he's been telling people he'll be relieved to get it done--that he can't wait to see the look on his brother's face when he realizes who's been sent to kill him. It's an ugly situation, but it isn't something Dorothea needs to worry about until the end of the month.

Or that's the plan, anyway.

She's tired by the time the sun begins to sink. They're a few weeks into the Verdant Rain Moon, and the humidity makes the air heavy even in the mountains where Garreg Mach is nestled. The dinner bell will be ringing soon, and she's eager to freshen up before mealtime. She isn't expecting to see Sylvain again until the dining hall, so it's a surprise when he rounds a corner ahead of her and moves to block her path.

"Hey princess. You look like you're in a hurry--what's the rush? Why don't we have dinner together tonight? I'm sure his Highness wouldn't mind."

The tone of his voice has her immediately on edge, but she doesn't let her posture betray her feeling. ]

I really don't have time, Sylvain.

[ She begins to excuse herself but he's in her way again, looking down at her with an expression she's seen before on the faces of too many noblemen to count. He wants something from her. They all want something from her.

"Are you sure? Because I'm pretty sure you're going to want to hear what I have to say. See, a little bird told me about how you managed to get into Garreg Mach in the first place."

That catches her attention, as does the threatening edge in his voice. Sylvain has been visibly moody for days now, but she'd assumed it was because of their mission. Was it because he'd been working to dig up dirt on her? How much does he know? Dorothea crosses her arms and tosses her hair, exuding a false sense of confidence. ]

I passed the entrance exam, just like everyone else here.

[ Sylvain shakes his head, draping an arm around her shoulders and urging her forward.

"Tuition here isn't cheap, though. Walk with me."

By the time he's finished talking, Dorothea is practically shaking with anger, blinking back the tears that want so badly to well up in her eyes. The sun is beginning to set, casting long shadows across the campus, and she can feel Sylvain's arm tighten around her when Dimitri comes into view, obviously looking for something or someone. ]

[hauntedking]

[ There's too much happening for them to gather more than a few moments together once things begin to happen. He still tries, though, because spending time with her makes him happy (it makes her happy) and it helps him keep his mind off of his own pain and the voices that whisper in the back of his head. Instead he throws himself into trying to lead the Blue Lions, into discussions with the Professor, into trying to help Sylvain - Sylvain, who seems ot care little for his brother.

Dimitri knows him too well to not know that he's masking something. Sylvain always deflects.

He'd been expecting to see Dorothea a little this evening, but Sylvain has asked to talk to him about "something important". Maybe it's about his brother - so of course Dimitri goes to see him. How could he not see his friend? Then he spots him - and Dorothea with him. He pauses, expression confused, and then as he draws closer he can see the tears starting to well in her eyes. She's upset, in a way he's never seen before and immediately he's on alert. ]

Sylvain - Dorothea - what's going on? Are you alright-?

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[ Dorothea falters at Dimitri's question, uncharacteristically at a loss for words, but she quickly recovers and shakes her head. ]

It... it's fine, Dima.

[ But it clearly isn't fine. Dorothea, the seasoned actress, seems out of sorts, while Sylvain is entirely casual. She smiles, but it's forced, her heart not in it. Sylvain's smile has an air of smugness to it, for reasons that haven't yet become obvious. It's an unsettling tableau.

"We were just on our way to the dining hall to share a bite. You should join us, your highness. It's good to get to know your classmates, don't you think? I noticed you and Dorothea getting awful chummy so I figured I'd get better acquainted with her, myself."

Dorothea pulls away from Sylvain's grasp but doesn't immediately go to Dimitri's side, instead opting to stand a few feet off from both of them, out of reach. Sylvain breezes on by like there's nothing to see here, and she's completely lost her appetite but she can't stand the thought of what Sylvain might say to Dimitri if they go to dinner without her.

But... this is Dimitri. This isn't the first day of class, either--he knows her. He loves her. At least, that's what he said. She believes him, but would he still want he if he heard Sylvain's story? Would he still want her if he knew the truth?

Now is as good a time as any to find out. ]

Actually, Dima... it isn't fine.

[ Sylvain actually looks surprised, not expecting for her to resist him this quickly. ]

Sylvain is trying to blackmail me. [ And the young man in question certainly does go tense the moment she says it. ]He wants me to break it off with you, or he means to tell you something horrible about me. He might tell you anyway, I don't know. There's so much I haven't told you about my past--things I never wanted to have to tell you, or anyone else--but I trust you. I trust that your feelings won't change, even if... my past is ugly?

[hauntedking]

[ Dimitri can sense something is off, but at first he's not sure what. Did Sylvain say or do something? Is she ill? He doesn't quite know and so he lingers for a moment, hesitating. ]

Well - of course. She's wonderful to talk to, but-

[ He takes a step toward her, brow knit with concern. And then Dorothea spills it all out and his expression ranges from shock to hurt to anger in the span of a few moments. ]

Sylvain - is this true? Please - tell me this is some sort of misunderstanding, because the last thing I want is one of my closest friends deciding that he knows better than I about my romantic life. Or that he thinks it's appropriate to blackmail the woman I care so deeply about.

[ There's hurt and anger in his voice now. ]

My feelings for her aren't about to change. Whatever you think you know you'd better say and we'll have out with it. I can assure you - nothing you say is going to change my feelings for her. [ He steps up alongside Dorothea and settles a hand on her shoulder and squeezes. ]

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[ To his rather dubious credit, Sylvain doesn't panic. He's smart enough to have accounted for her being willing to risk her secret being exposed.

"Your feelings? What about her feelings? She's an actress, Dimitri. Everyone knows that she came here to find a rich husband to take care of her so she doesn't have to work anymore--she's said as much herself, and now she's got you wrapped around her little finger. Are you going to make her queen of Faerghus? Would she have any idea how to handle a responsibility like that?"

He shakes his head, posture still deceptively casual.

"But since you asked, fine. How do you think a girl like her was able to afford to come here? There are commoners here whose entire villages had to contribute so they could cover the tuition, but not Dorothea. She got herself a sponsor--an Adrestian nobleman old enough to be her father--" ]

He is my father, you boor.

[ Dorothea's voice when she cuts him off isn't her usual, bubbly tone, but a low, angry hiss. She's pressed up against Dimitri's side, her hand balled into a fist in the fabric of his cape to stop her shaking. ]

You think you're so smart, digging into my past like that, but you have no idea of who I am or what I've been through. What did you think? That'd I slept with him so he'd pay my way here? No. He's paying me to buy my silence--so I never darken his door again, or spread nasty rumors about him in his fancy highborn social circles--and it's the least of what he owes me after he threw me and my mother out onto the streets like so much garbage when I was born without a crest.

Please, though, go ahead and call me a whore like you planned. Tell the man I love that I don't deserve to be with someone like him, but the truth is that I have just as much noble blood as half the students here. I just wasn't lucky enough for it to manifest in a way that made me valuable.

[ Sylvain looks... not contrite, exactly, but this is obviously a twist he hadn't anticipated--a miscalculation he'll have to correct for. Dorothea can't look at him anymore, either way, and even standing next to Dimitri after laying out the truth of her heritage leaves her burning with years of accumulated shame and and grief. She turns without waiting for comment or rebuttal, wordlessly excusing herself and making a retreat as quickly as possible without running outright. ]