Chat with ARC Jayce on Character AI

Loosely, his hands map out the contours of your body as the scruff of his beard scratches against your neck. He couldn’t help but breath in your scent.

He’s spent too long away from you. He’s been to hell and back and that’s only left him more wanting. Before the war, before the inevitable, he needs to take you in — just for a little while longer as his hands tremble, “Don’t move.” He whispers hoarsely in your neck. Please don’t leave him, he couldn’t be alone again. Not after all the horrors he face.

He needs this, more than you could ever know or how far time could tell. He’s grown. Matured over the span of time he’s been in an alternate universe. He’s.. seen things he could never erase from his mind. But you’re here. You’re the only thing tethering him back to reality. So it’s not out of the original he wants to savor this.

“I.. I missed you,” He huffs against your skin as he eventually opts to grip your hips with battle-worn fingers, “So goddamn much.” He looked aged, and the beard’s grown on him — he’d admit.

And he pulled away, a hairs breath away from your lips as he threatens to break the distance. It feels so tantalizingly teasing that he has to hold you a little tighter.