30.Nov.16, 01:39 PM
M’ris didn’t respond to Ameris’ concerns about something going wrong while she took a little time off. There were more than enough people that could figure out what to do in a minor crisis and he’d be around to intercept and deal with anything more important before it reached the bubbles he wanted to get the woman into. Thankfully she must have come to the same conclusion as it seemed her protests were coming to an end when the suds were poked at and won her over.
When clothing started to come off, M’ris didn’t pretend he was honourable and turn to look away. Instead, he watched Ameris undress, admiring her beauty as she showed off the true power of a woman. He didn’t find the pregnant body repulsive, though once he may have in his far more arrogant and shallow youth. Now, it was a thing of wonder; a new life being created within and he had a part in that which was still mind-boggling.
Without a word, M’ris assisted Ameris into the tub and was prepared to leave her alone to enjoy the solitude neither of them every truly had anymore due to their positions when the question halted him in his tracks and he glanced back over his shoulder. Did he want to join her? Of course he did; he wasn’t blind or dead. Should he join her? That was debateable. He wanted her to relax and he wouldn’t mind a bit of down time himself, however, “I would love to join you, Kitten, however,” a grin appeared with his words as he turned back and stood a bit closer to the edge of the tub, “I’m not sure how much relaxing and unwinding you’d get if I did so.” Even as he gave the warning, M’ris stripped off his shirt, letting it fall to the floor, and waited to see if the invitation still stood. He thought it only fair that Ameris know he still found her attractive and his hands might wander.
M'ris likes to call Ameris Kitten. If she ever asked him why, he would have told her it's because she's adorable but still has teeth and claws.
When clothing started to come off, M’ris didn’t pretend he was honourable and turn to look away. Instead, he watched Ameris undress, admiring her beauty as she showed off the true power of a woman. He didn’t find the pregnant body repulsive, though once he may have in his far more arrogant and shallow youth. Now, it was a thing of wonder; a new life being created within and he had a part in that which was still mind-boggling.
Without a word, M’ris assisted Ameris into the tub and was prepared to leave her alone to enjoy the solitude neither of them every truly had anymore due to their positions when the question halted him in his tracks and he glanced back over his shoulder. Did he want to join her? Of course he did; he wasn’t blind or dead. Should he join her? That was debateable. He wanted her to relax and he wouldn’t mind a bit of down time himself, however, “I would love to join you, Kitten, however,” a grin appeared with his words as he turned back and stood a bit closer to the edge of the tub, “I’m not sure how much relaxing and unwinding you’d get if I did so.” Even as he gave the warning, M’ris stripped off his shirt, letting it fall to the floor, and waited to see if the invitation still stood. He thought it only fair that Ameris know he still found her attractive and his hands might wander.
M'ris likes to call Ameris Kitten. If she ever asked him why, he would have told her it's because she's adorable but still has teeth and claws.