I was a priest and you were an incredible smart, handsome merchant who I killed, many times. I was still working up the courage and learning your language, I think I should be excused for not lying on top of you and kissing you immediately.
And how many kisses will I owe you in compensation?
I was shocked that my dreams could come true and the man of my dreams could somehow be kissing me. Maybe I even did have a little shocked heart attack, which is why I'm glad you kissed me a second time.
I thought about punching you. Only because instinct kicked in when you got so close and I thought I should kill you again despite the rest of my brain and body and heart screaming at me to do otherwise.
Ah, yes. That vow of chastity was a revelation to get beyond. How many times did I blaspheme, do you remember? I remember feeling embarrassed.
I used to think my beard covered the worst of the redness, but as you've just confirmed, it did nothing.
Yusuf. I think I blushed so deeply and felt so embarrassed because I was not sure I believed you. How many times did I have my longsword buried in your chest? And yet, you professed my beauty and brought me such sweet ecstasy.
I think maybe I should have returned to Genoa, if only to preach about you.
(I have a prompt I dropped for someone else that hasn't bitten yet. Alt first kiss from this?)
I thought you'd go for a far more apt euphemism with burying longswords, amore mio.
You were beautiful. That night and every night.
I couldn't believe you allowed me to touch you. Carved marble straight from the hands of masters. And here I was, allowed to caress every inch of it. We would have been rival preachers.
(always up for that! feel free to msg with a link and any ideas!)
That part came later, once I felt I had my confidence about me.
You are still every bit the poet that I fell in love with, and I am in awe of it, habibi. Do you remember the morning after, when I woke in your arms for the first time? In the light of day, you were the handsomest thing I had ever seen.
I remember feeling your fingertips on my face. That smile you had as I woke up and saw you still right there beside me. No regret. No disgust. Just that blushing virgin I educated still blushing away.
The next time we made love, you definitely started to get the hang of it.
I was in a daze. I thought I was still dreaming, because it was too perfect. I was with the most incredible man I had ever met and he had given me orgasms the likes of which I think no man has experienced.
I'm glad to hear my honour is intact. I'm a very fast learner, you know.
You know, a thousand years later, you still make me blush.
We could do what modern couples do? Play as strangers in a bar? Maybe we will not fight, but we could pretend to meet again, on the thousandth year anniversary of when we first met.
I only wish my heart had not been filled with hate. I regret how many deaths I brought you, habibi.
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And I find it hard to believe I could look so angelic splattered with blood. And yet, I would never doubt you.
Astounding that it still took us so long to stop killing each other and so long on top of that to start loving each other.
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You are forgetting my angels could be vicious heralds of war, my love. You were an angel.
It may have taken long to love, but it was not long at all before I felt the lust.
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And the lust. That makes sense.
Still, I have to wonder why I was the one to make the first move, then? Shy, habibi?
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I was a priest and you were an incredible smart, handsome merchant who I killed, many times. I was still working up the courage and learning your language, I think I should be excused for not lying on top of you and kissing you immediately.
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Although, the look on your face when I finally kissed you was priceless. I think you might have had a heart attack.
Good thing we are immortal.
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I was shocked that my dreams could come true and the man of my dreams could somehow be kissing me. Maybe I even did have a little shocked heart attack, which is why I'm glad you kissed me a second time.
The first couldn't have been very good.
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There you were, looking so gorgeous in the candlelight. And then looking as though someone had just stabbed you when I leaned in for a kiss.
And I would know that particular expression.
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Nearly the first kiss with anyone. I was a priest, my love, remember?
It was the reason for my shock, but I hope I recovered enough to show you how much I wanted it.
We need more threads. I love your Nicky
Next, I believe, we handled that pesky vow of chastity plaguing you.
(and I love your joe! I'm always down for more, or legit scenes)
Ah, yes. That vow of chastity was a revelation to get beyond. How many times did I blaspheme, do you remember? I remember feeling embarrassed.
(On any memes?)
I kept telling you how beautiful you were. How much I cared for you. How incredible your voice sounded as you cried out your pleasure.
I think it embarrassed you worse.
(sadly none recently, it was a wild crazy week, but I'm open to pop nicky anywhere!)
Yusuf. I think I blushed so deeply and felt so embarrassed because I was not sure I believed you. How many times did I have my longsword buried in your chest? And yet, you professed my beauty and brought me such sweet ecstasy.
I think maybe I should have returned to Genoa, if only to preach about you.
(I have a prompt I dropped for someone else that hasn't bitten yet. Alt first kiss from this?)
You were beautiful. That night and every night.
I couldn't believe you allowed me to touch you. Carved marble straight from the hands of masters. And here I was, allowed to caress every inch of it. We would have been rival preachers.
(always up for that! feel free to msg with a link and any ideas!)
You are still every bit the poet that I fell in love with, and I am in awe of it, habibi. Do you remember the morning after, when I woke in your arms for the first time? In the light of day, you were the handsomest thing I had ever seen.
I think I was at my reddest then.
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I remember feeling your fingertips on my face. That smile you had as I woke up and saw you still right there beside me. No regret. No disgust. Just that blushing virgin I educated still blushing away.
The next time we made love, you definitely started to get the hang of it.
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I'm glad to hear my honour is intact. I'm a very fast learner, you know.
You know, a thousand years later, you still make me blush.
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I love you. More than words can ever express, my angel.
My blessing has always been having you in this life, no matter how long it is.
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A thousand years will not be enough, but we are very close to our anniversary. How do you want to celebrate?
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Me leaning over you with wide eyes as I make love to you, just like the first time.
And you telling me again how much you love me.
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Would you like me to wear the clothes of the time? Pretend we have never met? Shall we brawl again, for old time's sake?
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You as you once were and me doing what I should have done from the beginning.
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I only wish my heart had not been filled with hate. I regret how many deaths I brought you, habibi.
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I can't regret a single thing that paved the road that will have you soon in my arms.
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Certain fashion choices. Bad meals. Those few times we stayed in hotels that made my back constantly ache and heal.
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