I didn't know the student personally and I don't remember them being too visual about in school but people sure talked about them when they weren't around.
Oh well people did. Behind their backs.
I didn't know the student personally and I don't remember them being too visual about in school but people sure talked about them when they weren't around.
And it's technically not illegal so...
Truuuu. That means they are truly meant to each other!
But seriously note to self: don't draw or post naked Rhys after midnight or you'll turn into a Gremlim.
Unbelievably soft sheets were more than inviting to his skin, face halfway buried into the pillow as the whiff of sea salt was the first scent he smelled. It was strangely damp in his room, the usually cold chill of the air conditioning not forming goosebumps along his bare chest, back, and arms. Instead, his body seemed to be covered in a thin layer of humidity, and with it came the uncomfortable sheen of sweat.
With a groan, and the peculiar, fresh ache in his abdominal muscles, Rhys lifted himself slightly up from the bed and opened his eyes, right hand already making its way to rub them clean of sleep.
It took him a moment to realize that this wasn’t his room - well, more appropriately, his and Fiona’s room. The walls were not the calming, basic brown color but instead were an obnoxious egg white. The floor was hardwood instead of carpet, there were no shelves full of books on history, geography, and cooking, and the closet, which was almost always open, was closed and made of bamboo.
Lifting himself up even more so as to leave the bed, the weight on his left arm brought his attention back to the other occupant of the bed.
A tender smile etched its way onto his face as he settled back down next to Fiona; her back to him as she clutched onto his arm. His other arm slipped underneath the pillow that her head occupied.
Leaning over, Rhys pressed his lips against the nape of her neck. Similar to himself, she had a thin layer of sweat on her skin and dampening her hair. She was fast asleep, deep into the depths of slumber. A doubting feeling of being able to awaken her crossed his mind, but he ignored such thoughts and pressed against her. She was probably tired and sore from… last night, and would enjoy the extra hours of resting. It was their honeymoon after all.
Testing his boundaries, Rhys slowly slid his arm from her grasp. His hand slid down to her hip where he began to rub circles against the protruding bone with his thumb; expecting to elicit a reaction from her, but not receiving one. Raising his eyebrows, he halted his action and closed his eyes in thought.
Fiona normally wouldn’t sleep in such a position as this. Her unconscious tendency to reach out and hold something in sleep would always favor her being the one holding him, not the opposite way around. Nonetheless, the two of them actually didn’t sleep in this position often; the “spooning” position as he once heard Sasha call it. Something about August being fond of it whenever they were dating. Either way, him and her usual slept face-to-face, her head usually tucked underneath his chin and occasionally vice versa. Other times, she slept literally on top of him; the side of her head against his chest, usually on the left side to listen to his heartbeat, with his arms around her. So, it was rather puzzling that the conclusion of last night’s antics led to sleeping in this “spooning” position.
The feeling of a hand sliding over his shook Rhys from his thoughts. Propping himself up, he loomed over Fiona.
“We’re naked,” she mumbled sleepily.
“Thank you Captain Obvious.” He rolled his eyes, but still laid back down beside her.
“We’re naked,” she repeated.
“Yeah, I know w-,” he paused mid-sentence and cleared his throat. “Oh.”
He didn’t look down. It was positively true. They were both bare, pressed against each other, and they both had just realized it now. Why it took him so long to notice was completely unknown to him.
“Yeah.” He struggled to stop the stutter of embarrassment in his voice. “We are naked.”
From what he could see, her face and the tips of her ears were a bright red, eliminating all possibilities that she wasn’t embarrassed. Rhys himself felt his face heating up. Hiding his face against the back of her neck, he groaned.
A tense silence filled the room, only broken by the sounds of waves crashing the sandy beaches outside. At least they had picked a good planet to have their honeymoon. From what information he managed to “acquire” out a Hyperion Info Cache, Aquator was relatively peaceful. Year-round warm temperature, large oceans and sandy beaches, and the lack of corporation influence over the planet deemed it the perfect destination. They wouldn’t be bothered out here while they spent a week or two in complete, total relaxation.
Now, if only they could get over this mortifying situation they found themselves in.
“You know,” he mumbled into her neck. “We are married now.”
“Yep.”
“You’re okay with that?”
“If I wasn’t then I wouldn’t have said ‘yes’.”
“Right.” Pausing, he thought for a moment. “Are you… okay with this?”
Fiona, to his surprise, began to turn around in his arms. A moment later, she rested the side of her face against his chest; a sigh escaped through her lips as he found his arms envelop her waist, pulling her closer.
“Yeah, I’m okay with this,” she mumbled.
“Oh, cool. That’s great. Awesome,” he agreed, smiling.
His lips found the top of her head. “Should we… get clothes on? I mean, I guess we’d be more comfortable with them on. Or you know, we could ju-.”
“Rhys.” She stopped him.
“Yes?”
“It’s six in the morning.”
“Oh,” he said sheepishly. “Sorry.”
“Go back to sleep.”
“Okay, yeah.” He stifled a yawn. “Good… morning? Night… whatever.” He closed his eyes. “I don’t care anymore.”
“Rhys,” she murmured assertively. “Sleep.”
His left hand slid into her hair, strands entangling around the gold band of his wedding ring. A moment later, a snore emitted from him, indicating his slumber.
'Good Morning'
Warning: Mentions of nudity. In that case, should I put this under a spoiler tag?
The Link to the Official Story
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… more Unbelievably soft sheets were more than inviting to his skin, face halfway buried into the pillow as the whiff of sea salt was the first scent he smelled. It was strangely damp in his room, the usually cold chill of the air conditioning not forming goosebumps along his bare chest, back, and arms. Instead, his body seemed to be covered in a thin layer of humidity, and with it came the uncomfortable sheen of sweat.
With a groan, and the peculiar, fresh ache in his abdominal muscles, Rhys lifted himself slightly up from the bed and opened his eyes, right hand already making its way to rub them clean of sleep.
It took him a moment to realize that this wasn’t his room - well, more appropriately, his and Fiona’s room. The walls were not the calming, basic brown color but instead were an obnoxious egg wh… [view original content]
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Hey that Rhys was a brain fart.. really smelly one.
Even Fiona thinks so.
Oh well people did. Behind their backs.
I didn't know the student personally and I don't remember them being too visual about in school but people sure talked about them when they weren't around.
And it's technically not illegal so...
I knew Rhys was Shrek all along...
That's why @Green613 keeps posting him.
Sounds like it should be illegal, though.
I've been thinking about that too. But as long as it's consent between them there's nothing really to do
almost there!! ALMOST THERE!!!!
Truuuu. That means they are truly meant to each other!
But seriously note to self: don't draw or post naked Rhys after midnight or you'll turn into a Gremlim.
I guess not.
Rhyiona CONFIRMED.
Haha, don't overwork yourself. :P
Just here, adding another step to 100 page.
Today or tomorrow for sure.
100.
Hundred.
7 letters.
Jist like Rhyiona.
Don't you see it?
It was always meant to be.
we are gonna do this
That naked Rhys will haunt me whenever I'll decide to draw something. ;(
'Good Morning'
Warning: Mentions of nudity. In that case, should I put this under a spoiler tag?
The Link to the Official Story
-
Unbelievably soft sheets were more than inviting to his skin, face halfway buried into the pillow as the whiff of sea salt was the first scent he smelled. It was strangely damp in his room, the usually cold chill of the air conditioning not forming goosebumps along his bare chest, back, and arms. Instead, his body seemed to be covered in a thin layer of humidity, and with it came the uncomfortable sheen of sweat.
With a groan, and the peculiar, fresh ache in his abdominal muscles, Rhys lifted himself slightly up from the bed and opened his eyes, right hand already making its way to rub them clean of sleep.
It took him a moment to realize that this wasn’t his room - well, more appropriately, his and Fiona’s room. The walls were not the calming, basic brown color but instead were an obnoxious egg white. The floor was hardwood instead of carpet, there were no shelves full of books on history, geography, and cooking, and the closet, which was almost always open, was closed and made of bamboo.
Lifting himself up even more so as to leave the bed, the weight on his left arm brought his attention back to the other occupant of the bed.
A tender smile etched its way onto his face as he settled back down next to Fiona; her back to him as she clutched onto his arm. His other arm slipped underneath the pillow that her head occupied.
Leaning over, Rhys pressed his lips against the nape of her neck. Similar to himself, she had a thin layer of sweat on her skin and dampening her hair. She was fast asleep, deep into the depths of slumber. A doubting feeling of being able to awaken her crossed his mind, but he ignored such thoughts and pressed against her. She was probably tired and sore from… last night, and would enjoy the extra hours of resting. It was their honeymoon after all.
Testing his boundaries, Rhys slowly slid his arm from her grasp. His hand slid down to her hip where he began to rub circles against the protruding bone with his thumb; expecting to elicit a reaction from her, but not receiving one. Raising his eyebrows, he halted his action and closed his eyes in thought.
Fiona normally wouldn’t sleep in such a position as this. Her unconscious tendency to reach out and hold something in sleep would always favor her being the one holding him, not the opposite way around. Nonetheless, the two of them actually didn’t sleep in this position often; the “spooning” position as he once heard Sasha call it. Something about August being fond of it whenever they were dating. Either way, him and her usual slept face-to-face, her head usually tucked underneath his chin and occasionally vice versa. Other times, she slept literally on top of him; the side of her head against his chest, usually on the left side to listen to his heartbeat, with his arms around her. So, it was rather puzzling that the conclusion of last night’s antics led to sleeping in this “spooning” position.
The feeling of a hand sliding over his shook Rhys from his thoughts. Propping himself up, he loomed over Fiona.
“We’re naked,” she mumbled sleepily.
“Thank you Captain Obvious.” He rolled his eyes, but still laid back down beside her.
“We’re naked,” she repeated.
“Yeah, I know w-,” he paused mid-sentence and cleared his throat. “Oh.”
He didn’t look down. It was positively true. They were both bare, pressed against each other, and they both had just realized it now. Why it took him so long to notice was completely unknown to him.
“Yeah.” He struggled to stop the stutter of embarrassment in his voice. “We are naked.”
From what he could see, her face and the tips of her ears were a bright red, eliminating all possibilities that she wasn’t embarrassed. Rhys himself felt his face heating up. Hiding his face against the back of her neck, he groaned.
A tense silence filled the room, only broken by the sounds of waves crashing the sandy beaches outside. At least they had picked a good planet to have their honeymoon. From what information he managed to “acquire” out a Hyperion Info Cache, Aquator was relatively peaceful. Year-round warm temperature, large oceans and sandy beaches, and the lack of corporation influence over the planet deemed it the perfect destination. They wouldn’t be bothered out here while they spent a week or two in complete, total relaxation.
Now, if only they could get over this mortifying situation they found themselves in.
“You know,” he mumbled into her neck. “We are married now.”
“Yep.”
“You’re okay with that?”
“If I wasn’t then I wouldn’t have said ‘yes’.”
“Right.” Pausing, he thought for a moment. “Are you… okay with this?”
Fiona, to his surprise, began to turn around in his arms. A moment later, she rested the side of her face against his chest; a sigh escaped through her lips as he found his arms envelop her waist, pulling her closer.
“Yeah, I’m okay with this,” she mumbled.
“Oh, cool. That’s great. Awesome,” he agreed, smiling.
His lips found the top of her head. “Should we… get clothes on? I mean, I guess we’d be more comfortable with them on. Or you know, we could ju-.”
“Rhys.” She stopped him.
“Yes?”
“It’s six in the morning.”
“Oh,” he said sheepishly. “Sorry.”
“Go back to sleep.”
“Okay, yeah.” He stifled a yawn. “Good… morning? Night… whatever.” He closed his eyes. “I don’t care anymore.”
“Rhys,” she murmured assertively. “Sleep.”
His left hand slid into her hair, strands entangling around the gold band of his wedding ring. A moment later, a snore emitted from him, indicating his slumber.
Let Rhyiona cleanse your mind.
There's been more than 100 comments in one day, and I'm sure it's not the biggest amount achieved in one day. Jesus guys, calm it down a bit xD
Off to sleep now. I sadly won't be around to celebrate 100th page.
This was wonderful, thank you for sharing.
I don't think this is explicit enough to require a spoiler tag but if you feel unsafe, go ahead.
Help me oh holy Rhyiona!
Stahp
The page won't disappear, you can celebrate later. ;P
Sweet Rhyiona dreams.
There's no time for resting when shipping is involved.
Nevah!
Rhyiona bless you.
Dude, have you even slept?
A good 8 hours actually. ;P
I'll get past this..
Just rolling in self pity a bit longer..
Had good Rhyiona dreams, right? xD
When you're more interested in the numbers than the quality of your comments, you're doing it wrong.
I wish... rarely dream anymore.
And when I do, it's a giant spider. <_<
Why is that so? (though I rarely dream too
)
I said he's never going to leave you! Shouldn't have done what you did, you spider-killer!
tfw page 100
Also @ABigBadWolf I was literally going to post this gif as I read your comment that tagged me up there, lmao
No harm in being proud of achieving something. We're just having fun. ;P
I'm not sure what, but something went wrong here. :P
??
Don't tell me that I just messed up something...
I knew you were a spooky mind reader...
That magical edit button. ;P
I have no idea. I just used to dream a lot more but the later I go to bed, the less I dream. Wonder if it's because I'm too tired.
I'm so sorry, spider spirit. ;-; pls haunt me no more.
100 pages of Rhyiona!