#ive wanted to write this scene for a long time

Consensual restraints, safewording, memories of torture, general nakedness. 500 words. Rated Teen.

It began innocuously enough. Eyn’ara was the Warrior of Light, blessed by Hydaelyn with preternatural strength and abilities; the fact that she was four fulms, nine ilms of lithe miqo’te never entered into it.

Aymeric had learned this early on. It was all well and good to speak of his beloved standing toe to toe with primals, but it took a little while for him to wrap his head around the fact that her fortitude did not disappear when she put down her axe.

So it was that when, of an evening, Eyn’ara playfully pounced upon him, bearing him down to the bed, he felt the raw strength in her small hands and became abruptly aware that he would be unable to rise, should she not wish it.

Of course, such was not her intent, and the moment passed smoothly, but the thought… lingered. And one night when Eyn’ara was naked in his bed, asking him between kisses what he wished, it surfaced.

“I wish to be at your mercy,” he found himself saying, as his blood roared in his veins. Eyn’ara’s eyes sharpened as she watched him, the weight of her regard arousing him further.

“You want me to hold you down?” Eyn’ara murmured next to his ear, and he gasped, arching into her, body responding to the very thought.

“Please,” he begged, incensed at the thought of being helpless in the hands of his beloved.

“Shh,” Eyn'ara soothed, leaning down to press a kiss to his brow — she was always so gentle with him — her breasts brushing his chest. “I’ve got you.” And she grasped his wrists, bringing them together above his head.

It was… not quite the same. He was supine, rather than suspended, and his hands were together rather than spread. He had a very warm, very naked woman whom he trusted beyond all measure above him, straddling his torso, which also had not featured in his cell. But as he tested her grip out of curiosity, he found it implacable. He could move his legs, but his upper body was pinned. This tiny woman held him fast, and his heart raced at it.

He sighed out, banishing all thoughts of the dark place where he’d been held with the word “yellow.”

The change that came over Eyn'ara was instantaneous. She released him immediately, leaning back on her heels, placing her hands on either side of his head.

“All right, love?” she asked, careful and attentive.

Aymeric looked into her eyes, so full of love and concern, and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. As she went, he knew now that she lethim, and it made his head swim to think on it.

“I’m fine,” he assured her, pressing a kiss to her temple as he felt her relax. “You were absolutely perfect. I just… needed to see that I could.”

Eyn’ara made a sound of understanding and drew him into a deep, fierce kiss.

“No one will ever hurt you again,” she said, and in that moment Aymeric believed her, heart and soul. It was an easy thing to do, as they both belonged to her.