18.Feb.21, 04:49 PM
"She does not," he told her with a shake of his head and a kiss to her brow, "Give her one you'll like, she's going to be yours anyway." Why not gift Esille with something that they could both enjoy? Pendalier had every intention of doing this again and again with her until her ass was sore and she couldn't take it anymore. The idea of it brought a smirk to his lips before moving off to take care of the beasts. He enjoyed her eyes on him even if it was less devouring and more for her benefit, now was no different than any other.
He huffed a breath and bent to inhale the scent of her hair, clean and fresh as she settled in with him. Arms wrapped around her lightly, fingers playing against her arm as they watched the horses moving about while they grazed. "We should," he grunted and gave her light push for her to move, "I've brought cheese, meats, and bread. Maybe some wine and a dessert for later." He started dragging everything out, setting the wineskin to the side and arranging the food for easy reach. He glanced back at her with hooded eyes.
"You'll come again," he told her carefully, "When I ask you. Why do you think I've made a gift of the mare to you? You're not thinking ahead, Esille. Should I take her back and only allow you to ride in front of me when I feel you've earned the prize?" The last was said with a teasing grin, any harshness in his tone soothed away with that tease. He motioned for her to dig into the food, grabbing the wineskin and filling a glass to hand over to her. "Eat and then we'll relax before heading back to the hold."
He huffed a breath and bent to inhale the scent of her hair, clean and fresh as she settled in with him. Arms wrapped around her lightly, fingers playing against her arm as they watched the horses moving about while they grazed. "We should," he grunted and gave her light push for her to move, "I've brought cheese, meats, and bread. Maybe some wine and a dessert for later." He started dragging everything out, setting the wineskin to the side and arranging the food for easy reach. He glanced back at her with hooded eyes.
"You'll come again," he told her carefully, "When I ask you. Why do you think I've made a gift of the mare to you? You're not thinking ahead, Esille. Should I take her back and only allow you to ride in front of me when I feel you've earned the prize?" The last was said with a teasing grin, any harshness in his tone soothed away with that tease. He motioned for her to dig into the food, grabbing the wineskin and filling a glass to hand over to her. "Eat and then we'll relax before heading back to the hold."