Trying To Help

While Vivian was the type of woman with the drive to go after her desires, Kyrie was the type who needed a bit more help to get there.

Still... Renard's talk the other day about what he did with Vivian... It made Kyrie think about just how much she wanted more of these clandestine depictions. Drawing Renard and Vivian wasn't really on the table thanks to her limitations, but there was one other set that she could get though... Well, that she could theoretically get, anyway.

Isaac and herself.

Her heart pounded hard at the thought of this: as much as she wanted to see them together, and potentially see how it compared to her and Renard, how in the world was she going to manage it?! What mirrors there were in the house were very specifically positioned so Kyrie would either have to bluntly ask to have sex in front of a mirror or try to more subtly guide him. Neither option was particularly easy for Kyrie, in fact they were huge walls to her getting a more complete picture of what she and Isaac did at night.

… She wanted more than just images of Isaac though.

While she struggled to figure out just how she was going to accomplish this, she was jolted out of her thoughts when she heard the door open. She felt like her face must be a completely open book at the moment in terms of what she was thinking about, so she was a little flustered when Isaac first entered the room. Her expression sobered rather quickly though when she realized that Isaac was barely looking at her.

His shoulders were slumped and his movements were sluggish as he entered into the room, and Kyrie immediately emerged from the covers to be at his side. Wrapping her arms around one of his arms to gauge just how much support he would need, she acted as a bit of a brace against him while her cheek brushed up against his stubbled one.

"What happened? Are you ok?"

There was nothing but concern on her features as she looked up at him, and his own expression softened as he moved to wrap his arms around her in a tight hug. Letting out a soft sigh of contentment, he closed his eyes and practically fell into the comfort of his lover. He had to be careful though, he felt like he could fall asleep any minute and he certainly didn't want to crush Kyrie.

"I'm fine I just... Haven't slept much."

At that he buried his face against his lover's neck, taking a deep breath of Kyrie's scent as he nuzzled close.

"And I missed you..."

Blushing softly at this added comment, she softly kissed his head but she couldn't help being a bit disappointed by his answer. He was continuing to bottle things up, and that really couldn't be good for him...

He'd gotten back to the house with the two ladies that morning after being gone for a few days, but Kyrie hadn't seen him the entire day until now. Not even during dinner did she see him: Renard had enlisted his help to do something out in the garden so they ended up eating the dregs of dinner a little bit later. It always ended up feeling a little lonely when he was so close but so busy; ultimately it didn't happen very often, but when it did it always took its toll on both of them. Usually it didn't take this much out of Isaac though, and Kyrie wondered if perhaps she should've tried seeking him out earlier even if he was busy.

It wouldn't do her any good to lament over the past: what mattered now was that Isaac looked exhausted and she wanted to do whatever she could to help. Reaching up to cup his cheek, she leaned in to give him a soft kiss.

"I missed you too... now come on, come to bed. You look like you need it desperately."

Leading them over towards the bed, when they finally sat down, Isaac remained immobile, likely due to his exhaustion. Figuring a bit of prodding was needed, Kyrie gently brushed a hand along his shirt.

"You... You need to take your things off."

It was a statement that she made out of wanting him to be comfortable, but the chuckle that left Isaac made a blush return to her cheeks.

"O-oh! I didn't mean--"

She was cut off then as Isaac leaned down to give her a slow but rather passionate kiss. It wasn't something horribly arousing so much as it was intimate and sweet. His face remained close to hers even after breaking the kiss, and he let his lips brush along her forehead as he murmured softly to her.

"Would you help me?"

Even more embarrassed by the simple question, a part of her almost wished that the two of them were closer to the mirror. She had no doubt that she was making expressions right now that she had never seen, and she longed to know what they looked like.

With slightly trembling hands, she reached up to his shirt, pulling that up and over his head rather slowly. It wasn't that she was trying to be arousing or seductive, she was just embarrassed and didn't want to rip his clothing. The slow motion did seem to be increasing the tension at least a little bit though, and as Kyrie's trembling hands moved down to undo his pants, Isaac seriously debated asking her to do a little more. In the end, he decided he was much too tired, and simply let Kyrie be as she pushed his pants down his hips.

Helping her a bit by kicking his shoes off while she took his pants the rest of the way, he then pulled her back in. She let out a soft squeal as she fell forward on to him, and soon she was face to face with Isaac giving her a rather wide grin as she lay on top of him.

"Got you."

She giggled softly in response and kissed his cheek before he hoisted them both up so that they were better situated for sleeping. Isaac's eyes were beginning to close now that he was here, and Kyrie felt a little embarrassed by the pang of disappointment that struck her. Not only was he not opening up to her but she also... Well, as embarrassing as this was to admit, she'd kind of wanted to try and see them in the mirror tonight.

Biting her bottom lip a little as she debated whether she wanted to let him rest, Isaac caught this action of hers in the candlelight before his eyes fully closed. Even in his own exhaustion the concern he had for her trumped that.

"What's wrong?"

Kyrie shook her head, both because she was a little ashamed he'd seen the expression and because she wanted him to know that nothing was wrong with her.

"Nothing... I just... Are you really alright?"

Once again reaching up to touch his cheek, his somewhat amiable expression broke as he rested a hand over the one on his cheek.

"You see right through me, don't you?"

Kyrie let out a soft hum at that. She didn't want to verbally admit it since it might ruin whatever Isaac wanted for her, but at the same time she wanted to acknowledge what he said. This confirmation from Kyrie had him pressing his forehead up against hers as his eyes slowly closed for a couple moments.

At first she thought that he wasn't going to say anything, and once again that disappointment seeped into her bones, but soon he was speaking in a soft voice towards her, his warm breath lightly tickling her face as he did so.

"I'm scared, Kyrie. Scared that I might lose you..."

Her eyes widened a little to hear this, and the statement from him prompted her to hold him tighter now. For a brief moment her brain panicked, thinking that Isaac knew about the time she spent with Renard, but that panic passed as quickly as it came. Isaac wouldn't still be so affectionate with her if that was the reason why he was scared that he'd lose her. She couldn't really think of another reason though...

"Why would you lose me?"

Gently nuzzling his face to reassure him that she was right here, he smiled softly at her before kissing her nose.

"It's just... Lady Dandridge isn't as impenetrable as we all thought. If we were to ever lose her I wouldn't... I couldn't bear the thought of being separated from you."

Kyrie's features softened to hear this, and she gently ran her fingers almost soothingly through his hair before kissing his cheek. So this was what was bothering him! She knew that his worsening of mood had something to do with the attack! She could only really understand Isaac's sentiments a little though because ultimately, she trusted the lady to have a better eye on the things happening around them than any of them. Kyrie had accepted the fact that she was a more reactive force than a proactive one, and that meant that she really didn't worry about it unless she was called. At the same time though, she could see why Isaac was worried... Especially if their time together was in jeopardy.

"Are things not looking good on that front at the castle?"

Isaac winced a little before closing his eyes, almost hanging his head if he wasn't lying down.

"I don't know... I'm trying to get more involved with the other slaves and put myself in places to hear more but none of it makes any sense. They're still very supportive of the King, and I got to hear all about what it looked like when he rose up with the slaves to conquer the castle. Let me just say, Kyrie... It wasn't pretty. It wasn't pretty at all. Even despite all this optimism, there's also a huge amount of unrest. There's resentment towards the Dominion, resentment towards Lady Dandridge and Lady Deveris, resentment towards displays of wealth, some talk of the King's secret plan and how it will fix every problem... It's a mess, Kyrie. I spend my nights laying awake with my ears open to see if I can catch anything meaningful or useful and I mull over what all I've learned and seen, trying my best to make sure I didn't miss anything... I find it all so thoroughly exhausting, exhausting and not at all comforting. I'm no closer to knowing whether Lady Dandridge is becoming safer so all I can do is sit here and imagine what might happen if she isn't figuring out her own way of security. All of this just makes me want to come home spend time with you and forget every second of it. So I'm sorry that I don't want to talk about what's bothering me when I get back because I feel so tired and impotent about the lady's situation that I'd only be bringing us both down by sharing."

Pressing her forehead against her lover's then, Kyrie gently shook her head.

"Isaac... You're taking on so much..."

Gently holding his head with both hands, she leaned up to give his forehead a soft kiss, and he only let out a rumble of agreement.

"I worry about you, Isaac, I can see how much your time at the castle stresses you out and I only wish that I could do more to help. Even if it gets us down, I'd rather you shared with me all that you're thinking rather than keeping it bottled up. That way we can share the burden, and I don't have to wonder at your pain."

Isaac let out a soft sigh at that, opening his eyes now and reaching out to cup Kyrie's cheek, his fingers lightly slipping between the strands of her hair.

"How do you manage it...? How was it that you were able to witness a thing like that attack on Lady Dandridge without worrying about her? About us?"

"It's not that I don't worry it's just… Part of it is that I drew my worries out onto the pages of my notebook, but I think the bigger part is that I have faith. I have faith in our lady, and I have faith in the strength of our own bond, Isaac. I don't think I could live without you, so I'm sure we'll think of something if worse comes to worst."

The amount of love and comfort that Isaac was feeling could easily be seen in his eyes, and for a moment, Kyrie almost thought that he was going to cry. In the end he simply closed his eyes and turned his head to softly kiss her palm.

"I love you, Kyrie. I don't know what I did to deserve you, but I thank the stars that you came into my life."

Kyrie swelled with love for the man laying with her, and she echoed his sentiments verbally before leaning in to lock lips with Isaac's in a loving and slow kiss. He made a soft sound into their kiss, reaching up to hold the back of Kyrie's head to keep her there for a while. When the two of them finally separated, Kyrie could feel that familiar buzz of warmth running through her veins but when she looked at Isaac she could tell that he wasn't feeling it as well. He was beginning to settle, beginning to succumb to sleep now that he was fully comfortable again. Torn between wanting to continue with him and wanting Isaac to finally get some rest and relaxation, an idea soon came to her. Maybe... So long as she made it relaxing she might be able to continue with him? What if she gave him a massage?

Sending a brief glance at the mirror on the vanity, she couldn't see herself in it, but if she was to be sitting up on top of Isaac... Maybe... Just maybe...

The fire burned hotter at the thought of being able to see them in the mirror, and that was enough to spur her into action. Gently rolling him over so that he was on his back, Kyrie settled herself on top of him, and this change had Isaac slowly opening his eyes to give Kyrie a questioning look. He had to admit... As tired as he was, having Kyrie on top of him like this had his heart skipping a beat. She was just so beautiful and his hands slid up to rest on her hips in a tactile appreciation of her beauty. He loved being able to admire her, and this position was one of the best ones for doing it. Her hands were resting on his chest, and she gently brushed her hands over his skin as she spoke.

"I... I may not always have the right words to help you, but I can always help you relax."

That urge to move her hips against his came back then, and she struggled to push it down. This was hardly the time for her to be thinking about something like that! Such acts really weren't relaxing at all! … At the same time though... There had been times that she'd had with Isaac that had been so arousing but calming at the same time. It had felt good to just lose herself in the moment, to allow all of her worries to just melt away. Maybe... Maybe she could do something like that for him?

Now that Kyrie was done speaking, her hands moved up, beginning to massage both his chest and neck. As she worked the knots out of his muscles, he let out some soft groans as his eyes began to close, and this just made her heart pound all the harder in her ears. Oh she wanted him... She wanted him so badly, but with how soft he still was under her she knew that if something was going to happen she would have to take some real initiative here.

Sitting up a little bit, she could see in the vanity mirror her expression of want, and her eyes remained transfixed on that mirror. She wanted to see. She wanted to see herself lost in the throes of pleasure and she wanted to help ease Isaac's mind. Biting her bottom lip, she could feel herself trembling a little as she continued her massaging. Isaac's groans were disappearing though, and Kyrie was a bit worried that he might've fallen asleep.

Was it wrong of her to be trying to tempt him like this while he was clearly tired? She'd already comforted him with words, did she really need to comfort him with her body? Maybe it was overkill, but as her fingers moved over his skin she had a harder time fighting the urge. Plus... He'd said that he wanted to relax and forget with her, and this would be an excellent way to do that... Letting out a practically inaudible whimper as she struggled with her own shyness, her hands stopped their motions to try and gauge just how conscious he was. It was a little delayed, but he ended up making a grunt of acknowledgment before gently rubbing her leg. She hadn't even realized she was holding her breath in anticipation, but once he rubbed her leg the relief and excitement was palpable.

If she wanted him to do anything, she had to do it now.

With a slightly trembling hand, Kyrie let her fingers trail down from his neck where she'd been massaging to his chest. Pushing back whatever further hesitation was in her mind, she gyrated her hips against Isaac's.

Her motions started slow, rather hesitatingly, but the effect she had on her lover's body was obvious. What had started soft quickly firmed up beneath her, and when she pressed that firm heat against her own sex she let out a soft gasping moan of satisfaction. There was only a glimpse of herself that she caught in the mirror at this moment, but even if it was only a glimpse she was glad for it. What she saw would make a truly stunning picture.

Isaac's hands had been moving with her hips in a haze of both sleep and pleasure, but his lover's moan cut through that fog enough for him to realize just what was happening here.

"Kyrie...?"

His voice was heavy with disbelief, and she blushed brightly, one of her hands moving up to her face palm out, half-heartedly trying to cover her features.

"S-Sorry, Isaac... I... I just..."

Slowly his eyelids came open, and he looked at her with such love that the words halted in her throat. One of his hands lifted up to her face again and he brushed against her cheek before lifting her hand away and bringing it down to his face so that he could kiss her fingers. This action sent a wave of arousal through her and she let out a soft squeak to accompany it.

"Don't apologize... There's nothing to apologize for."

His lips kissed all along her fingers, making her tremble as her hips resumed their movement, but when he slipped a couple of her fingers into his mouth she let out a gasp as her body spasmed.

"I-Isaac--!"

He kept her fingers firmly in his mouth, but he did talk around them to respond to Kyrie.

"You need to finish what you started."

Once again that blush was lighting up her features, and she trembled as she felt his tongue weave in and out of her fingers. Her hips were moving again, but the motions weren't as smooth now, they were jerky and a little erratic. Isaac's eyes were watching her all the while, and even though he was conscious enough to register that all this was happening, he still felt like he was dreaming. It just felt too good to be true to have Kyrie be comfortable enough with him to fully initiate like this; it was something he had dreamed of but hadn't really had happen until now. What she did when she came upon him in the stables had been close, but this was something more than that. This was Kyrie wanting something and going for it rather than her telling Isaac that she wanted it. Maybe she was doing it more for his sake than hers, but the expression on her face seemed to say that it wasn't just for him. She wanted him just as much as he loved to have her.

He let out his own moan as her sex ground along his, and a very visible shudder ran through Kyrie to hear Isaac enjoying this so much. It was a relief to her that he didn't mind her effectively waking him up again, she had truthfully been expecting him to turn her down or be annoyed. Or perhaps just not even respond. This though... This was so much better than she'd been expecting.

Moving her unclaimed hand down so that she could push Isaac's underwear down just a little, the moment his erection emerged from his underwear she didn't bother to get his underwear off completely. Instead she moved to her own underwear, pushing it aside so that she could coat his sex with her arousal. Both of them let out low moans as she slid her sex along his length, but she didn't make a move yet to insert him inside of herself.

Instead, the two of them thoroughly enjoyed themselves as Kyrie ground her sex directly onto Isaac's, further priming him for entry and eliciting more sounds of pleasure from the two of them. His mouth was still sucking and licking at her fingers, and the way he was doing it was almost in time with the motions of her hips.

Aching for further connection, for the bliss of release, Kyrie lifted her hips up a little and angled his erection so that the tip was pressing up against her entrance. Slowly, so very slowly, she began to move down on him, sliding him up past what little resistance she had. The two of them moaned practically in unison as she did this, and Isaac finally released her fingers from his lips. Isaac then pulled her face down so that he could lock her lips in a kiss and as he did this Kyrie trailed her fingers that he'd just released down his neck.

Letting out a happy moan into the kiss, Isaac didn't let her lips go until he was fully enveloped by her warm folds.

"You're so beautiful, Kyrie."

Letting his fingers glide through the strands of her hair, he let her head go, allowing her to sit back up on top of him. She looked down at him with a gaze full of both love and lust, which was a look that Isaac would never get enough of even if he was dead tired.

"I love you, Isaac. I love you so much..."

Kyrie trailed off into a moan as she began to move her hips up and down, and Isaac was letting out his own moans from this motion on Kyrie's part. His hands settled onto her hips once more, though they would occasionally wander to her stomach or her legs, sensually rubbing as Kyrie bounced on top of him.

Sure this act wasn't exactly relaxing, but it certainly was a good way to shut off his mind. He was thinking of nothing but Kyrie now, and these smooth and slower motions on her part were actually keeping a low energy atmosphere. They were quickly on their way to being satisfied, yet he'd never felt more comfortable than he was now.

Torn between wanting to close his eyes and wanting to continue watching his lover move on top of him, in the end he kept his eyes open. This was just too rare of an event for him to miss: having her on top of him like this gave him a full view of her smaller body, and he loved it when he could just look at his lover.

Wanting more of her, he put a little bit of his own force into it with her next fall onto him, and she let out a cry of pleasure that was echoed by his own moan. She could feel her body beginning that familiar trembling, the one that told her that she was coming close to her own orgasm.

Isaac could feel it too: her inner walls were clenching and unclenching around him, telling him that she was getting real close to release. Isaac himself was also pretty close, but he made no real motions of his own to try and get it to come faster. This was her show, for the most part, and Isaac would let her take the reins this time. She thrust him into her faster as she clenched more and more around him, and each fast stroke got shallower until she was focusing a lot of that wonderful pressure onto the head of his erection.

This direct stimulation easily brought him to his own release as he let out a cry, and Kyrie was quick to follow after him, her own voice rising above his as she fully sat back down on him, pushing him inside of her as far as he could go. Her body soaked up his seed while her inner walls clenched around his sex, and she had her body arched backwards as she bathed in the pleasure of a combined orgasm. Soon though, she fell on top of Isaac as the two of them breathed heavily from the exertion.

Isaac's arms wrapped lovingly around Kyrie and he kissed the top of her head.

"Spectacular..."

She could only blush at this comment made by her lover, and she promptly buried her face into his chest. Unlike Renard, Isaac made no move to draw her out of hiding, he simply let her rest against him as one of his hands massaged her scalp. Kyrie listened as Isaac's heart rate slowed down, and each breath he took was longer and slower than the last. It felt good to lay here like this, listening to the sounds of Isaac coming down from an orgasm and feeling her own body match it. Did her body unconsciously sync with his while this happened? Was it because they were still connected that they felt so in sync? Or was it entirely just Kyrie's imagination?

As she closed her own eyes, she realized that after that first time, she hadn't once looked over to glance in the vanity mirror again. She had just completely forgotten about it once their sex had started in earnest, and she knew that if she wanted to get more than one or two pictures she would need to have sex with Isaac while they were right in front of a mirror.

… How in the world was she ever going to manage that though?

Well, that was a question for another time. For now she felt happy that Isaac had opened up to her and that she'd managed to get one picture out of it. She could tell by the way that Isaac was breathing that he was already asleep, and Kyrie smiled up at him as she kissed his face.