His fine hair draped across her naked flesh as she rested, pressed against the line of his body, had become one of her greater pleasures in recent times. It also meant that he had shared her bed more often than not but so far she had no qualms against it. He was her guard after all and she couldn't be any safer than with him by her side. Their combined warmth meant they hadn't required covers, and the ocean breeze drifting in from her open balcony door worked on soothing her sweetly so that she slept peacefully.

But while Circe's sleeping form was a fount of calm, her mind had returned to a place that she thought of quite often since that night. She had only ever heard of the magic of Sidhe coupling, but that first night Lir had become her lover had affected a number of events on a large scale. While it could be said that it was simply because of her awakening as a full Sidhe royal, it couldn't be denied that the perfect matching of her ocean and his storm had been a catalyst for something else that had been set in motion. That night, reports of unexpected dangerously high tides and tropical storms had been reported over the entire east coast, and their combined power had been felt in the Seelie and Unseelie Courts, and even in LA.

"I think the Goddess has had something to do with it all. So watch your back..."

The words of her distant cousin echoed on the air as Circe relived the night, their desperation to be joined having prevented them from making it inside the mansion, the years of pent up frustration of Lir having been denied turned into a violent release. Then the moment when her climax had caused the Siren deep within to awaken without any conscious effort, coaxing, beckoning him. and he'd answered her. Their powers clashed and melded and then with another violent climax her hands had whipped down on the decking outside her mansion and it crumbled beneath the two of them. Circe had blacked out for a moment, but then found herself wrapped safely in Lir's arms, with the realisation that something had changed within her, perhaps within them both.

Circe pressed closer against Lir in her sleep as she dreamt, taking pleasure in his scent and skin as she half lay on him. He was hers and she would not be giving him up anytime soon... or later. She had been promised she could have him for as long as she wished, and she was not known for giving up anything that she found enjoyment or pleasure in keeping for herself.

The road that had brought the Sidhe warrior here was an interesting one to say the least. He had come to the coastal city of Miami dreading the Siren and the environment and ever so slowly that changed. The siren that the Queen had picked for him to taunt him about his connection with the sea filled his head with the ideas of the cruelty of her people was not anything like that. There he found someone that cared for him and his well being. That knew how to give and to take when she needed. The siren became more to him then the Queen ever was though he was not ready to admit that not yet. He was still a Queen’s Raven and this wonderful fantasy could end at any moment and he would be dragged back into her service before he could blink twice.

Then there was the night that he gave into temptation, she had offered him the choice of her body and everything he could imagine. It was never an order but a simple request and that was what finally pushed him over the edge. It was not the promise of her smooth body, or the feel of her power, but the simple fact that he had the choice to take her. That meant more to him then anything else she could offer. It is simply amazing how much a choice can mean to those that never had the chance to choose their own fate. Now he was here sharing the bed of the fantasy made flesh and there was nothing that could pull him away.

He was fast asleep and the scent of her body was enough for him to wrap an arm around her waist and pull her unconsciously closer. The scent grew with the weight of her body pressing to his. It had been well over eight thousand years since not only was his body allowed release but even longer sense such tender touches were ever reserved for him. Though while his body was peaceful his mind was fast at work reminding him exactly where he came from.

His dreams were not the pleasant passing of the last month here no it was from a time long ago. The last time that he had been chosen to be alone with the Queen in her quarters over night, this time was the first over a thousand years and once the door closed to her dark chambers and she was dressed in nothing but the large black fur his body was completely ready for her. That was the last night he was ever touched and it was the night that the Queen decided that his perfect body would be her canvas. He still bore some of the scars of that night as she stopped in the middle of her touches and asked him if she should stop.

Torture had become his pleasure and any contact was something the body of the Sidhe warrior sought as he said yes far too readily. The Queen loving to torture the mind as well as the body gave him the option. Give up the sea for a night with her nothing but her hands on him or to stop and forever be cast for her bed. He gave up his first love that night swearing to her that he would do anything to stay in her bed. The scars on his body were further proof of that night and they would not heal no matter how much he tried. He had forsaken the Sea and there was no going back no matter how long he lived. Lir lost his homeland, his life, his love all in a moment’s decision. He relived the moment in perfect clarity as she brought down her sharpened nails to dig into his flesh that was when he woke with a start.

Lir slid his way out of the bed and arms of Circe not wanting to wake her. He could feel the call of the Ocean all the more since his relocation here and it was enough to drive him mad if he did not have enough control. Walking quietly and forgetting his sword by the bed side he flowed out to the balcony to listen to the waves. He had given it all up for nothing more than a night of pain that haunted his memory. Before the proud Sidhe warrior could even stop it, a single tear formed and slid down his face. His tri colored eyes never once blinked as he looked out to the ocean’s edge the memories of its water no longer clear in his mind.

Circe could take whatever she wanted, and the same could have seen said when she'd received the sidhe guard as a personal present from the Queen of the Unseelie. But Circe was no fool, and knew that if she'd simply taken from him, then she wouldn't have been able to begin luring him into wanting to remain with her, rather than simply doing it because he was oathed to. Those had been her initial thoughts, play to his needs, to those things he'd been denied for so long, like choice and comfort. Why would she choose that over more cruel methods? Because, she had wanted him to be hers... she just hadn't counted on their magic reacting the way it had when he'd finally relented and given in to her. The method she had used had worked, perhaps too well, and had become a double-edged sword, when Lir reached parts of her that no single being had ever even gone close to.

Whether she would call it backfiring or not, she wasn't certain. She was still herself, still cared little for anything except herself and her pleasures... it just so happened that Lir had become one of those. He'd found a way beneath her skin and while it should have bothered her, it didn't. Instead, he had become another treasure, something she wanted to keep and take care of. And his Queen would have a homocidal Siren, with sadistic methods to match her own, to deal with should she attempt to pixie out on her promise. Circe could care less if the rest of Faerie lost their home in the US, and she knew it.

Though right now as she unconsciously cuddled closer at the feel of his arm around her waist, one could almost mistake her for a gentle elemental; happily covered by her lover's waterfall-like hair, and with the smallest hint of a contented smile on her lips as she dreamt about the two of them exploring one another again and again. It had barely registered as something changed in her dreams and images began to blur and meld with a scene she recognised but not as her own, though she felt the people were familiar.

Somehow she had stumbled into something that was not her own, she felt the presence of a great feminine energy and the calming it brought. It also seemed to be hiding her presence from this place that obviously was not hers. The scene did not make her squirmish, in fact for many years she had enjoyed the pleasures of bleeding and torturing others while they begged her to continue. And really, while she couldn't see any faces or hear anything, she was enjoying the show. And then the woman shifted and the vision cleared and Circe could see who it was on the receiving end and she whispered, "Lir."

"He cannot hear you..." A voice echoed in her mind and she scowled, knowing that what she could see what something that had happened years before he had been sent to her. The night that the Unseelie Queen forced him to give up the sea for her, for the touch of her hands on his flesh for that night. A being of both the pleasure of flesh and the sea, Circe dared not to imagine a time without either, and the fact remained that she had done the very same to many, many others. But this was being done... had been done... to Lir, her Lir, and something deep inside her boiled dangerously at the way he was touched, tormented by his Queen. She watched him deny everything he was and understood that there was something new that she wanted, and would find a way to get.

Circe felt him wake, but didn't move in the slightest to hint that she had woken with him, allowing him to slip out from her arm as she pondered over the dream. She was still unsure of how it had occurred, but she was certain that she actually had witnessed what had happened to cause him to deny the sea. She slid silently from the bed after a moment and followed him to the balcony, her movements hidden beneath the sound of the waves. Moving up beside Lir from behind, she brushed a hand down his arm. Then she noticed the single tear and reached a finger to catch it and brought it to her lips as she turned her own gaze to the ocean before speaking quietly with a cold anger in her eyes revealing what she knew, "We will get it back." It was spoken matter-of-factly, of course. Circe had always found a way to get what she wanted.

The Sidhe warrior had forgotten all of his lessons in that moment. His eyes were only on the horizon watching the waves move in from the depths to crash, his ears only held the sound of the crash and the flow of the water, even taste and touch were straining to feel and touch the water in a way that he had been denied too long. Lir was so focused that he did not once feel or hear the Siren slipping from her bed and walking over to him. He was so far gone that the moment she brushed a hand down his arm he jumped from startlement as he reached for a blade that was not there. Turning abruptly he saw that it was only Circe. Then she reached up and took the tear from his face and the only thing he could do is turn away from her.

Lir had been shamed in that moment and he let his cascade of his hair flow to hide his face as it went to a very dull grey. They watched the water for a time together just letting the silence stretch on. When she spoke and said those fateful words he just took a slow steadying breath. “There is nothing to get back, my new Mistress.” It was a half truth to be sure because there was no way he could have the ocean again now that he had sworn to give it up. She was the closest thing to feeling the Sea against his skin again and that would have to be enough to keep him content.

His tricolored eyes turned back to the ocean one last time before he walked back to the room and away from the sounds of the ocean. It was easy to see the pain in his every movement as he tried to push it down back into the box that is had sprung from with the dream. “Come back to bed Circe, I am sorry that I woke you up” The Sidhe ran a finger across the swords pommel another reminder of what was given up and then he brought his legs up and made sure that the blankets were pulled back from the Siren Queen.

The way Lir had reacted to her touch automatically bothered Circe, and she realised she perhaps should have made her presence known. But then she didn't believe she would have seen this vulnerable side to him, not doubting that had he known she was awake, he would have attempted to cover it up. But now, even turning his face from her and hiding it behind his hair didn't erase the fact that she had seen it all. Yet there was no mockery from her, nothing to imply that he'd done something wrong by revealing a side to him that he was ashamed of.

Even though the tension was sitting in the air in the silence, Circe still found herself feeling soothed by not only the continuous presence of the ocean and the sound of the waves rolling, but by Lir's companionship also. And as he mentioned that there was nothing nothing to get back, completing the statement with the title he'd originally used for her when he'd arrived and before their coupling, her liquid blue eyes gradually grew more violent. She replied quietly, "Is that truly how you feel? Well, I personally believe there is something very important that must be retrieved, and so I am going to get it."

Circe remained where she was for a few moments as Lir returned inside the room, watching the life that spoke to her as naturally as breathing air, and everytime she imagined it being forced away from her, another part of her anger snapped into place, buried beneath her calm exterior, but brewing silently in wait. She could hold it as long as necessary, it would remain there beneath everything else until the right time. She then heard him call her back to bed and turned to gaze at him, noticing the pain he still carried. She moved, turning slowly from the balcony's edge and stepped back inside the room. She crawled onto the bed, but didn't lay back down right away, instead choosing to sit on her knees and watch him silently for a moment before reaching down to cup his cheek, "I am not sorry that you did."

Somehow Circe had found out about one of the deepest secrets he had been keeping. Not even his fellow brothers in arms fully knew what had happened between him and the Queen that night. This Siren had delved deep into him and found out not his darkest secret but the source of his greatest shame. Sure there was a slight fact that even though he had to give up the very source of his power it was not all horrid. He had gained a new strength from it to keep his oath he had to increase his willpower and control. The sea had a Siren call’s much like the woman that he wanted to hold in his arms at the moment and he had resisted completely until now. Now when his strength mattered most he had let her see past every last defense and shown her the same.

“There was nothing lost that needed to be recovered Circe. It simply is and forever shall be. I have accepted it there are just times that I have a moment of weakness. They do not come often and they will not come again. I shall not jeopardize your protection because I have something affecting me. Am I forgiven?” He bowed his head again as she watched him from the bed. He could feel the formation of a storm within the depths of the Siren. Lir could always feel the presence of a storm more even so when it was the depths of his consort and knew that this was not over and that she truly meant what she had spoken. That would have been enough to kiss her right then and there if he did not feel like he deserved it.

Thre continued to be hesitation within the Sidhe warrior unsure of his place now that she had found out about him. So instead of saying anything he remained silent waiting for the next directions from his new Mistress. The Queen would have used this information to torture him more but Circe was an entirely diffrent matter.

There was no doubting that Lir was ashamed of Circe having seen him like this, and strangely a part of her was upset by that. She couldn't bring herself to contemplate what she would do if someone had forced that kind of connection from her. She was a connection to the ocean herself, but was certain she couldn't compare to it, which would have upset her if not for the fact that she couldn't be jealous of something she was a part of.

Despite whether he accepted it or not, she had just seen through to the pain it caused him. From her kneeled position on the bed next to him, she looked down at her lover and protector, knowing full well he could tell what was brewing inside of her. Slowly she tilted her head, considering his words with slightly narrowed eyes, "I won't listen to anymore argument. I have made my decision and whether you appreciate it or not is of no consequence." Her voice was slightly clipped. She had, in her own way, basically said that she was concerned about him and wanted to remedy it so that she didn't have to continue being concerned about what it might be doing to him, being so close to the ocean. And he had basically brushed it off.

Circe's face had become a mask again, unwilling to allow him to see just how much he had upset her at the way he had dismissed her concern so easily. Even her eyes hid her thoughts beneath an ocean of calm. "For what do you seek forgiveness, Lir? If you are asking it for something that occurred many years ago, then then there is nothing to forgive." She left it there, unwilling to voice her worry since he had already denied it.

Lir's hesitation toward her was obvious, the years with his Oueen making him wary of the Siren now that he felt vulnerable after exposing a weakness. Inside, it only served the brewing anger to build more, along with her own hurt at the way he seemed to expect her to act, and the mask slipped slightly. She was a cruel woman, she knew it, she didn't care. But unlike some, she took care of those who were loyal. She was hardly going to torment someone who would be willing to lay their life on the line for her, that kind of devotion was a rare find. She sighed, "You do not have to accompany me when I am on the beach if it will spare you any pain. I won't tease you with it anymore." She turned away slightly, deciding if she really felt like returning to sleep.

Lir did not know what to say when the Siren had spoken next. Even when he said that it was nothing that needed she still pressed on and made the decision for them both. That was something that he was used to because of the Queen but now it was for his sake. That was something very much new to the Sidhe Lord and he did not quite understand what to do for it. She wanted him to have more power which would mean that she in turn would gain from his services but there was something more to it. She wanted him to be happy. Tilting his head like he did not quite understand as he watched her face carefully.

It was always easy to tell when the Queen would change her posture because of someone who entered the room and part of politics the Guards had grown to understand. They knew exactly when a mask was put on and he watched as she put one on now. In that little moment of hesitation he had lost her and thus the Sea. He took a slow breath as she spoke in a cool and calm tone. “No, My New Mistress you are quite correct there is no need for forgiveness for an event that happened so long ago. I will not be so foolish next time.” He wore his own mask now, the loyal guard that would obey and do as requested nothing more. Even if everything within him wanted more to have her in his arms again this was how it should be. He was half the man he could be and now she knew. That was why he was being cast aside so quickly.

Then something changed, her eyes softened ever so slightly and he could see a bit of the old Circe start to come back. “No, I will accompany you to the beach but I cannot go all the way to the Water’s edge. It is not just about sparing me pain Circe, it is about knowing that you will be safe.” HE gave her a weak smile as she turned away.

“If you wish to ask what happened, I will be willing to tell you.”

Circe realised that he didn't quite understand her position and why she insisted upon it, and to be honest she wasn't used to this kind of reasoning. All she knew was that she wanted him to be whole again, and not chained back by his Queen's continued influence. It also frustrated her that she would always be competing against the word of someone who clearly didn't appreciate this man as much as Circe did.

Watching him through her calm eyes, Circe wondered just what Lir had expected when he'd basically insulted her desire to do something to help him. As he slid his own mask into place and once again referred to her as 'My New Mistress', something inside clenched but she sent it to the brewing pit that hidden deep inside her. They had effectively reverted to where they were when he'd first arrived, before anything had occurred between them, before any connection had been discovered, and Circe knew... she just knew that his Queen was probably watching them now and laughing to herself. It was enough to set that brewing anger into an icy rage.

But she blinked that back, it was something to keep a hold on until the right time. Circe was a patient woman, and there was still the fact of who or whatever it was that had allowed her to be witness to it. Obviously it was important to someone that they face this issue. "Yet how can you see to my safety if you cannot go all the places I go? You can shield me, yes. Keep me from harm. But there are worse things than death." Her voice had softened just slightly and she felt a little tired. She could not, would not, cast him aside, but it did raise some concern.

As Lir mentioned that he would be willing to tell her what happened, she reached a stray hand across to brush down his arm until she found his hand, still turned slightly away. Her hair had fallen across most of her face, hiding it from view as she sat silently for a moment with her hand rested in his. After a few minutes she leaned toward him, laying herself down so that her head rested in his lap and she gazed up at him with her rich tri-blue colored eyes, "I would like to know what happened."

The mask that he had been forced to wear pained him still leaving a gaping chasm within the depths of him but he would have to face that one when he was prepared for it. There was too much at stake to dwell on such feelings and they were pushed aside in favor of what was going in before him. She was right to an extent he could not protect her completely if she decided to venture in the water. Sure he could push his power around her until he could no longer sustain himself and he would fade from this place but that is something of a different matter. What she spoke of was the things that were worse then dyeing and he knew all those too well. Though beneath it all there was a hope of something more, that something had passed between them in that moment a certain understanding. It was quickly filed back with the rest of them.

When her head lowered in his lap there was an overwhelming desire to run his fingers through her hair and tease at her scalp. It was comforting for them both the subtle touches that they both had been denied for so long that he continued to play through her hair while he thought. “I suppose I should ask what you know first and then I will fill in the details. I will give you a bit of background to that night.” He took a breath as he tried to keep it steady instead of letting it shake. He had never told anyone about it and now here he was about to share it with someone who not to long ago had been a complete stranger.

“As you know the Queen has many guards and there are a few that were her favorites at the time. Somewhere physical playthings while other, more special guards were subjected to her more sadistic desires. I was one of them she enjoyed what she could do to me an d how she could torment me. From the very first time that I had lain with her to the time where I gave up everything for just the desire for her hands on my body she enjoyed it all at my expense. That night was eight thousand years ago and until I found you was the last time I had been touched.”

The pain it had caused Lir to have been forced to place that mask back up in response to her wasn't something that had gone unnoticed by Circe, no matter how well he'd pushed it down in order to focus again on the now. She had grown to enjoy his companionship, they had surprised one another, and now she surprised herself with the knowledge that his pain affected her. She didn't like it, which meant she wanted it to go away, simple really. He should be able to realise that.

The touch of his hand running through Circe's hair was calming, enough for the mask to slide away properly for the time being, and she closed her eyes as he spoke. She figured she would have to tell Lir what she'd seen so he could explain it better and nodded as he said he would give her some background on the night in question. "Very well." She could feel him fighting to keep his breath steadied, not willing to give away just how it continued to affect him. He obviously hadn't divulged the information freely before so there was an understandable hesitation. She found the hand that wasn't playing with her hair, and placed her own in it as she listened.

Circe knew the rumours of the Queen's Ravens, and that some were favoured in different ways to others. It was no different to her harems back many years ago. She even technically had one now, though Lir took up most of her time lately, not that she was complaining, not at all. However, it would seem the attention the Queen paid him was quite different to that of Circe. No doubt he had expected similar treatment from her even before he'd arrived. Eight thousand years, he had denied the ocean out of desperation, all for the touch of his Queen's hands on his body for one night.

"I'm rather certain it was that night that I witnessed, though I'm still not certain how exactly." Circe furrowed her brow in thought for a moment, then sighed. "For a moment it reminded me of many of my own dealings, but then the vision cleared and I realised it was her... tormenting you, and marking you." There was almost a partial growl in her voice as the dream relived itself in the darkness of her closed eyes. "Until she had you to the point where you would swear anything for the touch of her. And then never touched you again."

Every muscle in Circe's body wanted to flex in anger at the vision, but she reamined calm and spoke quietly, "Given the power, I would have you free of all her oaths." Taking a moment to think about it, she knew she was serious.

With each touch of the Siren's hair he watched the way her face changed. He watched the way she relaxed and let the calming effect of his hands on her wash over her features. The effect was double edged, for with each stroke of his fingers through her lovely golden locks he too was able to breathe easier and relax more into the closeness of the other sidhe. She was a Sidhe now, once she was half the first night confirmed the fact that she was Sidhe enough for him and anyone else.

When she spoke the same question echoed in his mind. She saw it while they both slept and that could only mean one thing. The connection that had been forced in the beginning was starting to take a greater effect. That was something far more interesting though he would keep quiet about it for now and see just how deep the connection was starting to run. “No, I do not think you could ever mistake your own dealings with that of the Queen. There are times for cruelty and times for hardness but not to those that have all ready pledged their lives for your well being.”

“In the end I have no one to blame but myself Circe, it was my choice to give it up for something in the here and now. I was younger then, foolish perhaps and not knowing what I was saying.” Then she spoke the words that he had wanted to hear the bulk of his life. If she could she would have helped him without thinking of it. That alone was enough to bring hope back into his life.

He simply nodded not thanking her, the older ones often find offense in thanking of others. Lir's fingers drifted through her hair again then running over her cheek to brush over her lips. “What else do you wish to know of that night?”

Circe didn't fight the relaxation that came over her from the gentle pull of Lir's fingers through her hair. It worked to soothe them both for the time being, knowing there was no point in getting worked up right now. Anger and frustration were always best saved for just the right moments, and it was only them here now, no one else. Besides, it was a side of her she had kept locked away even from herself for thousands of years, something that had required the touch of another who carried the same blood of her half which had been denied for so long.

Although, deep inside, a part of her doubted that the experience in which they had become connected would have been so profound if it had been anyone else but Lir. Of course, it had been speculated as much elsewhere she was sure. "That is not necessarily completely true." Circe mused quietly, contemplating her similarities with the Queen, "I have been known to get bored or find myself in an unpleasant mood, and purposely seek out someone who might displease me for the most meaningless reason to torment them. Though generally speaking, those who prove to be loyal to a fault are usually overlooked when those moods occurred." She didn't mention that her moods had been improved slightly as of late, though there was little doubt that it was almost a given with the small changes in her manner.

"This isn't about blame Lir. Its about the freedom to be able to claim that which you love." A strange thing to hear herself saying, but she knew well enough the possible consequences when fey were denied something that was a part of them. Lir had lasted many millenia, but it was still there, the pain of being separated from his love.

Having spoken out loud her musing on what she would do if granted the power to do so, a strange feeling had come over Circe, like something had been waiting. She relaxed further, though at the edge of her mind she was still wary. She felt Lir's hand brush over her cheek and lips and kissed his fingers lightly as they passed over. "Nothing more for now..." She pushed herself up just slightly and leaned forward to lay a gentle kiss on his lips, "It may likely just anger me further, and I do not enjoy trying to sleep when I'm carrying such anger." She smiled lightly, but then stilled suddenly as her attention in her mind seemed to divert to something else.

Lir listened. Listening was something that the Sidhe Lord had become very good at over time and with each word he spoke he studied the way she said it and the words she used. There was nothing more to say about how the Siren would purposeful seek out those potentially innocence to vent her frustrations on. The only thing Lir could do was make sure that any time she had become so frustrated that he would have to distract her either with the thought of his blood running down in rivers from his body or with the idea of laying with him once more. Sure, there might be other ways to distract an impassioned Siren or even an impassioned Sidhe but those two would often work the best and have the least amount of collateral damage. He could heal, he had worse done to him in the Queen’s employ others might not be so lucky.

Her next words seemed to echo in his mind. He knew that simple statement was very important or would be some day and the feeling would not go away no matter what the Sidhe could do. Those words would be with him until the last of his days. His head tilted softly so that more of his hair brushed along the skin of his consort as he thought more on it. It was a very novel concept about claiming something that you love. The sea was his first love and would be his last if he ever was accepted back into it. All creatures born of it knew that fact and it was refreshing to have someone else of the ocean so tantalizing close yet so far away that understood it more then he could ever explain.

When her lips brushed his fingers the only thing he could do was smile. Such tender simple movements had become something that his body and spirit had starved for. Then she rose and pressed her wonderful soft lips to his and instead of letting it be a gentle kiss he took more. He might not have loved her yet but that does not mean he could not attempt to claim her. Pressing more to her lips and parting them with his tongue for but a moment so he could taste her mouth before retreating with a smirk. “Well then Circe that would imply that if I made you angry we would both be in bed and not sleeping. That could be something I am very much prepared to accept”

He gave a very male chuckle and ran another finger over her cheekbone, down her neck and across her shoulder. It would be something he could never tire of, the feel of her skin on his hands and body. It was almost intoxicating the way she made him feel and while there was apart of him that understood it was because of her power and his joining in such a way deep down there was a soft little voice that tried to convince him it was more.

Circe knew she had his undivided attention while she spoke, she could his studying her, the way she talked, the words she wpoked. But she didn't mind, in fact it seemed to provide her some comfort that the storm lord should remain so attentive to hearing how her moods could fluctuate, rather than turning away from her. A small realisation came over her that for a moment she would rather he be ripped from her, than turn from her himself, though in reality neither were pleasant thoughts and so she pushed them from her mind, content to remain in this moment with Lir for now, the feel of his hair brushing over her skin as he tilted his head causing a small shiver to run through her body.

The smile she brought to Lir's lips with such a simple thing as a kiss across his fingers made Circe's own mouth curl into a small smile, and when she sat up to kiss him on the lips, she allowed him to take more, enjoying the feel of his tongue tasting her mouth before he pulled back. His comment brought a mischievous twinkle to Circe's eyes and she leaned forward, pressing against him, "Well, there are better ways to keep me awake than making me angry Lir. I'd have thought you would know that by now." Her own smirk almost echoed his, the obvious thoughts of what other ways to remain in bed without sleeping showing through her eyes.

As he ran a finger over her he brought another small shiver from her body, she also never tired of the touch of his flesh on hers. The nagging feeling that had taken her attention for a moment was almost pushed to the back of her mind as she leaned in against him and brushed her lips on the side of his neck before wrapping her arms over his shoulders and resting her head against him comfortably. "So then are we returning to sleep, or remaining awake?" She smirked against his skin.

There was an odd feeling drifting over the Sidhe. It was something that he had not experience in quite some time it was an odd sense of peace and it was something that he could really start to enjoy let alone get used to. Perhaps, one day, he could even grow accustomed to it and let some of the sharp edges and defenses that had slowly been built up because of the queen dissolve. It would be a wonderful fantasy that perhaps one day could come true but that day was not yet. So for the moment he was going to remain content and live in the moment instead of trying to see what was coming around the next bend. That alone caused his body to relax more partially because of the new mental state other because of the attention that the Siren was starting to pay to his body.

He could see the smile and it was something that caused his chest to swell suddenly. Something so simple as a smile could bring him so much joy but it was too soon just yet. Then there was a twinkle in her eye that he recognized all to well what exactly it could lead to. “Oh I know there are many different ways and different positions that we can stay awake with but it’s a hard choice to decide which to lead with.” Lir gave a very male chuckle and started to trace his fingers down the Half- Sidhe’s skin teasing it softly.

“Though I will have to see you impassioned in such a way one of these days though I think today would be more then I am up to” Circe’s lips were always so soft on his skin and his neck was quickly becoming a place that they frequented. That one spot and brush was able to send a slight shiver up his spine as he thought about the next question. His head tilted again causing a waterfall of his hair to fall over her, the silk strands tickling her skin. “Well we are up and it would be a shame to waste such a beautiful night with sleep. Though right now I am not to sure if we should spend the rest of it in bed after all. The stars are so clear tonight.” He leaned down and brushed his lips over her jaw line with another smile. “That I shall leave up to you”

Circe realised the slow change that had come over Lir with each day and night they spent together. It had been strange, they had been so distant when he first arrived, but then since the first night they could hardly get enough of one another. Her mask had eventually come down when only he was around, along with his and they'd discovered they actually had much in common. It was almost difficult for her to comprehend properly because her entire life had been devoted around herself and everything that she wanted. And while she knew she was still like that, not that is bothered her at all, she also realised tonight that she wanted things for Lir as well. A foreign thought or feeling for her, but there nonetheless.

Perhaps it was the fact that she had never been in much contact at all with other sidhe, as old as she was, they had never held her fascination as much as the water, and so she never felt them important to study. Perhaps it was something else just between them. But it was strange the way their moods affected one another, and she smiled more when she saw his reaction to it in his eyes, and the look in her eyes intensified slightly as well, "Well I always thought that improvisation works wonderfully. Its not like there's any rules to follow..." She chuckled and shivered lightly as he teased her skin, then nipped at his earlobe.

"We are the long lived Lir, I'm sure you'll get your chance at seeing me impassioned." As he shivered beneath the gentle brush of her lips on his flesh, she continued to plant just small dainty kisses, barely a feathered touch. A small purr sounded in the back of her throat when his hair cascaded over her, brashing her skin lightly, and she considered the option of going outside under the stars, finding she liked the idea very much. "A night time jaunt it is then." She smiled and sat back so he would be able to get up without her weight on him, "Perhaps, we shall just walk and see where it takes us." He was right, it really was a night for being out under the bright stars.

It was interesting to try and figure out when it exactly happened. When did the Siren just go from being a charged that needed to be protected to someone that he wanted to keep safe and sound. They had started out so distant and now they were lying in bed with each other smiling while in other arms. This was something that had become so foreign to the storm lord that it was almost unthinkable when he was first sent out here. There smiles only grew as each responded in kind and now was no different. If he was the storm then she was the ocean that fueled it and intern the storm renewed the water with change. Somehow the Queen had sent exactly what they both needed and surely it had t be by accident. Happiness for people other than the Queen herself was also a foreign concept.

“Improvisation is it? Well I think I am rather well versed in impromptu positioning and placement but then again its always the my lady’s opinion that matters most is it not?” His smile could not grow more as she nipped his earlobe. It was quickly becoming a very sensitive place when the Siren wrapped her mouth around it. “Well it is a good thing we are long lived because I believe if I saw you impassioned it would be short lived if I was any other person. I do not think few if any could live through such but I would welcome the challenge” There was a bit of defiance in his eyes as well with a more then visible heat that came with it.

Those small and dainty kisses were worth more to him in that moment then the entirety of the sex they shared together. Those kisses meant so much more because it was something more than just a warm body that satiated her. He gave a very soft sigh of contentment from it before she decided on the walk under the starts. When she slid off him he tsked and pulled her back down against him so that their skin touched once more before he pulled them both up with his considerable strength. With the siren still in his arms he walked a few steps then daintily set her back on her own two feet. “Would you like to walk within my arms or shall we walk side by side?”

Perhaps what surprised Circe the most was the new collection of emotions that seemed to be present when Lir was. On her own she reverted to the nature she had carried with her for many millenia, but alone with him was a completely different story again. And it didn't bother her, not in the slightest. They seemed to match, and the Queen of Air and Darkness seemed to have been nonethewiser when she sent him, believing instead that things would be difficult between the two of them. Circe still couldn't help but feel there was something else at work, but it was all theory and to be honest she was enjoying taking every day at a time without thinking about frivalties. She smiled as she continued to nibble on his ear, "Oh I think you are very, very well versed in it."

Playing with a strand of his fine hair, Circe chuckled when he commented on how how long lived one would continue to be if she was impassioned. "There are few who've ever been able to raise such within me, but not a single one of them lived through it." She could see well the slight defiance as well as the growing heat in Lir's gaze and it cause her own to warm. "I would be rather interested to see us both impassioned... and the kinds of possible disasters it could lead to." Her smile grew more seductive at that thought, their first time would be a drop in the ocean compared, she was certain.

The kisses were something that not only comforted Lir, but they gave Circe some small form of satisfaction as well. She enjoyed the taste of him on her lips and the the way he reacted to the small sensations she created. The sigh made her smile and she flicked her tongue quickly on the side of his neck before pulling back. Though, it seemed her movement was unnecessary when he pulled her back against him, and picked them both up from the bed. As he set her back down, she reached over and picked up his sword from its resting place beside the bed, then proceded to strap it on him without a word, it was simply a given that they wouldn't go anywhere without it.

Kissing Lir gently on the lips, Circe raised an eyebrow in amusement at the options for walking and tilted her head slightly. She chuckled, and her oceanic eyes swam almost hypnotically. "Well, I always enjoy being in your arms, and I doubt there could be any safer place..."

There were few things that Circe could do to provoke an instant reaction within him but the way she nibbled on his ear was one of them. Though there was a part of him that realized something very simple, she was the only one that could be able to do anything and instantly cut through all of his defenses to the heart of him. It was becoming dangerous to dwell on such thoughts about her and what it could mean he had to be in the here and now and just enjoy what they had together. If it was taken one day at a time there would be no rushing through it all and they could simple learn what it meant to be with each other. Her fingers were playing in his hair and the only thing that could be done is close his eyes and sigh very contently. It was not the sex they had together but the small things like this that made it all the better.

“I might be, but I think I still need all of the practice I can, would you be willing to be my partner. I need someone that can enjoy my work and tell me how I have improved, because it will get better.” He grinned wryly at her and it never once started to fade as she spoke next. “Then something else that I can be the first of because I will weather the storm. It will take far more then the rage of the sea to remove me from your side Circe. As far both of us being impassioned it would be interesting to say the least and something we can look forward at a later date. I do not think the world is entirely ready for us in such a way.”

He could feel the way her lips on his body was something that brought them both a content satisfaction of each other and when her tongue drifted over his neck he let another small shiver run up his spine. When she reached to pick up his sword there was still a part of him that always worried that she would never give it back to him. The Queen would do something akin to that but she was not the Queen and it was something he was trying to avoid making comparisons to. With his sword securely strapped before she pulled away, Lir rested a hand on hers holding it there for a moment so she can see his smile. “No right now there is no safer place for you.” She was quickly swooped up into his arms and cradled more into his left to reserve an easy draw for his right should he need the sword.

The more of her body pressed to him the more content he felt and when her eyes met his he let himself fall into them anew and become lost in the oceans they represented. “Where to My Lady, shall we go to the coast or the cliffs?” Both places would be the closest he had to the ocean since he had met her but it was time to start facing his fear and letting the Siren enjoy that which brought them together.

It had become a thing of habit, and for some reason it didn't bother Circe that something like a mere touch could break through either of their defences, as long as it was only them. Despite her reservations at each new sensation Lir's sheer presence brought to her, she felt warmed inside, a feeling that both felt so very inviting, yet put her own edge because she still wondered if it was all a ploy to take advantage of her. Despite her natural tendancy to be distrustful of those who tried to get close, she knew Lir's pain, and couldn't see him placing himself in a position to relive it all again, even if it was his Queen's orders. So she could only chuckle lightly when he suggested more practise, and nodded, "I'm sure I would enjoy being able to tell you how much you improve." Her smile was filled with mischievous cheek at the thought of seeing just how much better it could become.

The talk of being impassioned and weathering storms caused her smile to grow more, the first time together had been slightly destructive, but she was quickly realising it would be nothing compared to the real thing should they ever become a rage of tidal waves, currents and splitting winds. It was enough to cause the heat inside her to grow more while she lay her gentle kisses over Lir's skin.

Every sensation she drew from him felt wonderful to the Siren and as he shivered, she kissed him again softly. Knowing that he trusted his sword to her, she wouldn't consider taking it from him. Not only was there the practicality of it being his sword and therefore he would be the most effective weilding it should it be required, but also the fact that she had no reason to even consider relieving him of something that was a part of his heritage, especially since the Queen had already done such a fine job of removing the ocean from him. And the fact that, without his mask up, she could see just the faintest worry that she wouldn't give it back, somehow almost hurt her in a way. But it was all the working of another that was the cause of it.

Circe quickly found herself swept up in his arms, and wrapped her own around the back of his neck to assist with balance, not that he probably needed it. She smiled with their bodies pressed so closely, and rested her head on his shoulder comfortably, as though she were made to fit right there. "Perhaps the beach I think. I do enjoy watching the stars while resting on the warm sand." She kissed him softly on the cheek, knowing the kind of step he was taking in offering her such options so close to the ocean.

Lir watched the way her michervious smirked danced across the siren’s face. He had taken a habit of studying her facial expressions when they were together and was learning them quickly. This one in particular was one that he would always enjoy because he knew exactly what it meant and he agreed with it and the statement that caused it. “Well there is no way I can become a Master of such things in a day or a week, if you really wanted to track my progress it would take far longer than any of those. Do you think you are up for such a challenge Circe?” He returned that smirk but underneath the coy words and expression there was something much deeper that simply wanted to belong and valued where ever he went. The last time he had that feeling was within the Court of the Waves with his father before and when he still had a people back in the ancient times. It was something that until recently had been kept tightly leashed.

Those lips on his skin felt almost electric with each time they pressed against him there was a slow shiver building. It was odd to feel such a way with the Siren and it was something that was completely new to him in every way. There was the worry there that she would turn abruptly into his worst fear but with each passing moment that fear was quieting. The siren had made sure that she showed who she truly was or it was something that had fooled him easily. He believed the former with each passing moment. With her arms wrapping around his neck he felt all the more closer to her and it was something that made his power almost sing the closer she got to him. In the beginning he thought that it was her power that was rolling him slowly but surely but with one look within the depths of her eyes and he understood a very important thing. It cut them both ways.

“The beach it is then.” He took a slow steadying breath knowing that she would feel the way his heart sped up not only from the trepidation of the waves and being so close to the very thing that would break his oath but the excitement of it as well. He started to walk them both towards the water’s edge and with each step his heart thudded in his chest. Lir held the Siren closer with each moment using her akin to a lifeline being the only one that could save him from himself. With another slow breath he took another step and felt the warm sand crunch underneath his shoes. Each step became easier but that was what bothered the Sidhe warrior as well. He wanted to charge them both into the depths of the water so they could celebrate in the water together but now was not that time. It would be here soon but they needed patience and trust.