Can do! Poor Alister. He ain't gettin' none. X3
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Her glass was quickly emptied. She was a fast drinker, prone to the sweet liquid and the effects it bestowed upon her. Her head was already lightly swaying but she knew her own limits and knew how to keep herself under control when she drank, most of the time. When she emptied the glass, she set it down and poured herself another leaving it on the table so she could return her attention to her very interesting male acquaintance. The wine wasn't helping much to take her mind of the heat that burned her entire body, changing her state of mind without her consent. She had hoped that it would help some, but it did nothing but make her more light spirited and happy. It wasn't a good mixture with her heat and she'd need to be extra careful if she planned on keeping her control. Her eyes were forever narrowed in a seductive gaze on Alister, often traveling down to his bulging pants where the present awaited her, tempting her.
Alister got up and removed his sword and belts. She took the time to drink some more of her wine, lowering the glass a considerable amount. As he removed his heavy weapon, she took the opportunity to top off his glass. If everything went as planned, the handsome fool would be a drunken mess by the end of the night. That's what she hoped for at least. It would make it much easier to snatch up that necklace from around his neck and get out of here before he awoke. Sidra watched Alister remove the belts, freeing up his hips so she could see more of his muscles. Her eyebrow raised noticing the increased strain on his pants. Attractive. She shivered, pushing back her naughty thoughts.
Their contact was intense, his eyes wondering over her body as hers did the same to his. He took the initiative by touching her, following her curves, one hand ending up near her groin and the other under her thigh. The pull caused her to gasp and then release a sensual growl as she felt his warmth against her. His hand continued to dance over her body before he hit a sensitive point just beneath her breast. She wanted to be fondled and played with and he was teasing her so badly. Her eyes gave him the permission and his hand found it's place over her breast. Her head moved back slightly, sensitive to the touch. She was sensitive to everything. The alcohol, his touch, his presence, her own wants, it was pathetic really. All of his movements were gentlemanly, a little too gentlemanly for her taste. Her eyes gave him all the encouragement he desired, and more. She wanted a taste of something rough, enticing. In the back of her mind, she knew who she wanted but the heat would rather have this fine gentlemen at this moment in time and she was helpless against it's powers. It was all a storm of desire and feral need for procreation, blocking out their true wants and intentions. But, oh, it was so damn exciting.
The words echoed into her ears and the confidence gleamed on her face. Even so, she lowered her head shyly. Oh no. I wouldn't say perfect. Don't cut yourself short either... His hand remained on her breast, but his lips traveled to her chest where her clavicle was outlined by her soft flesh. The warmth of his lips on her skin sent her into overdrive. She wasn't one for romance or the small touches he made, she wanted more. Her feral desires took over. She pulled him with her as she lay back on the couch, falling so that he was above her. His weight was no concern and rather welcomed, but she couldn't hold herself back. She was swimming from the alcohol and being tested by the heat and it was all becoming too much for Sidra to handle. Still, in the back of her mind she thought of Aro and what he might think of what she was doing. Well, he had his fair share of fun hadn't he? Oh...that was the heat talking wasn't it? Sidra dared Alister with those amethyst eyes, though she didn't know how far she'd let him go. Like I said, don't be shy. She hated shy!
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