[ Oh, Archons, what he wouldn’t give to hear her say his name like that again. He’s thought about this before, of course, about taking their relationship further physically, but it has never been in him to push - not for something as important as this. All things in due time, and while this moment won’t likely get too much more heated, it’s progress. And it’s a bit like watching a flower bloom, as she unfolds so beautifully beneath his wandering hands and questing mouth.
His lips paint a trail of kisses along the line of her jaw and down the curve of her neck, the gentle slope of her shoulder. Her costume leaves a lot of skin exposed here, more than her normal mode of dress does, and that’s intoxicating in its own right. She is lovely, lavender and soft pink shining under the moonlight and the soft sunshine of his joy. ]
Mm… should I mark you? [ His tongue slips from between his lips, tracing the place where her neck curves into her shoulder. ] Make you mine?
[ She won’t be able to hide it, unless she keeps her hair over it, but by the gods, it is tempting. ]
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His lips paint a trail of kisses along the line of her jaw and down the curve of her neck, the gentle slope of her shoulder. Her costume leaves a lot of skin exposed here, more than her normal mode of dress does, and that’s intoxicating in its own right. She is lovely, lavender and soft pink shining under the moonlight and the soft sunshine of his joy. ]
Mm… should I mark you? [ His tongue slips from between his lips, tracing the place where her neck curves into her shoulder. ] Make you mine?
[ She won’t be able to hide it, unless she keeps her hair over it, but by the gods, it is tempting. ]