[M] Panic!

Alister Callow · 08-31-2012, 12:30 PM

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OOC The suspense is killing me! lol xP Feel free to PP anything you need.

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Her hand on his thigh sent tendrils of heat spreading from the area and up. Her touch sending chills down his spine, and he found he wanted more. He wanted to wrap her in his arms and lay her on the couch, to fill her with him. But he couldn't...could he? She leaned into his fingers, and even as his hands caressed her from cheek to neck and back up all the way to her chin he wanted to kiss her, feel her warm sensuous lips against his, and pull her close. He just wanted to give in, give himself to this feral desire. Her words came, reassuring him, encouraging him.

She took the glass from his hand. "You're right, I should just...relax..." He agreed after drinking from the cup. The wine wasn't as potent as the vodka had been, but the two together... Their affects were solidifying as he took up his own cup and began to drink of the golden liquid. It removed all apprehension, making his head feel light. The scent of her heat still blazed within his nostrils and when he looked on her again he was enthralled. He set the glass down, a little over half empty by this point. It occurred to him that he was still wearing his sword belts, the leather and weapons causing him some discomfort as he sat. "A moment... my lady." His accented voice was halting. He fumbled over the buckles, one by one, until finally he snaked each belt from his waist, resting each alongside his shield at the side of the couch. The strain of his laces was more evident with the belts removed, and his pants sunk lower on his hips, offering the slightest hint of what lie below.

She reached for his hand, placing it on her thigh. With the help of the wine and her encouraging words his fingers stroked the fur beneath them. He leaned into her. Finding that he just couldn't fight it anymore. His eyes devoured her body as they moved from thigh to abdomen, ravishing her curves and up to her perfectly proportioned breasts. They were neither too large or too small as he was in awe of them. His free hand came to rest on her abdomen, while the one on her thigh grasped her leg, pulling her gently closer. His fingers roamed upwards until they came to rest just beneath the curvature of her breasts. His eyes darted up to hers, as if asking her permission before his hand cupped her breast, his calloused thumb stroking it gently, testing her. It was warm in his hand, and seemed to fit perfectly into his palm. His hazel eyes flicked up to hers once again for encouragement, the hand on her thigh slowly reaching upwards.

This was new, this feeling. For once in his life he felt wanted. She didn't care for his manners, didn't care who he was, who his parents had been. She just wanted him. Not truly, somewhere in the back of his mind he knew that, but just didn't care. He glanced up from her breast, looking at her beneath his lashes, "You're...perfect." He whispered huskily. His eyes wandered to the scars on her chest and he tilted his head slightly, wondering who could have possibly done this to such a lovely creature. Hand still resting on her breast he leaned in and kissed the marred flesh.

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