[ She aims for them to have such moments with time allotted for these acts or simply talking with one another. Now that business has been concluded on the First, and G'raha is returned home? Alkaid sees very little that would pull her attention away from him.
G'raha. She had intended to tell Aymeric of the events that led the Exarch to return home. The rational part of her mind once more speaks that such a thing is what they should focus on due to the state of his health and business. The fact breakfast must surely await them...
Then, his fingers ghost along the skin he kisses and all thoughts pertaining to her latest adventure flutter from her mind.
Alkaid melts into the bed beneath her. Her hands shake with anticipation once more. He is so close to that most intimate place that her knows in one way but not others. Her head tilts back slightly so that that an unfiltered moan fills the space of their bed. The hand that had covered her mouth slips to rest beside her head, while the other continues to touch along his ear. She knows it is sensitive, but surely there must be one place or touch he might like above the others.
Her mind chooses this moment to bring forth memories of their very first time shared in the bed below her. It seems another age ago when war with dragons still lingered. He had taken her in a manner none had before, even if their clothes had remained. Something deep inside--the feeling from the night before--clenches. The feeling of wishing her mate might taken her as his own and none others may have her. Of course, she is to be his wife, and thus in traditions he has already done so. Yet, this...
Allaid shivers again underneath him. She shifts only so he might have access to touch all of her in a way he pleases. Although, that idea of him directing her and doing as he wishes must surely be evident in her darkened gaze. Of course, she only wishes he would do what he is comfortable performing.
Her body truly relaxes against his fingers and lips. ]
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G'raha. She had intended to tell Aymeric of the events that led the Exarch to return home. The rational part of her mind once more speaks that such a thing is what they should focus on due to the state of his health and business. The fact breakfast must surely await them...
Then, his fingers ghost along the skin he kisses and all thoughts pertaining to her latest adventure flutter from her mind.
Alkaid melts into the bed beneath her. Her hands shake with anticipation once more. He is so close to that most intimate place that her knows in one way but not others. Her head tilts back slightly so that that an unfiltered moan fills the space of their bed. The hand that had covered her mouth slips to rest beside her head, while the other continues to touch along his ear. She knows it is sensitive, but surely there must be one place or touch he might like above the others.
Her mind chooses this moment to bring forth memories of their very first time shared in the bed below her. It seems another age ago when war with dragons still lingered. He had taken her in a manner none had before, even if their clothes had remained. Something deep inside--the feeling from the night before--clenches. The feeling of wishing her mate might taken her as his own and none others may have her. Of course, she is to be his wife, and thus in traditions he has already done so. Yet, this...
Allaid shivers again underneath him. She shifts only so he might have access to touch all of her in a way he pleases. Although, that idea of him directing her and doing as he wishes must surely be evident in her darkened gaze. Of course, she only wishes he would do what he is comfortable performing.
Her body truly relaxes against his fingers and lips. ]