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12.Jan.16, 12:07 AM
Talking wasn’t something on R’nya’s mind, though he enjoyed the flushed cheeks and the way they highlighted Rhaedalyn’s cheekbones, and the way her lips were slightly parted and her eyes seeming to dance between wide with surprise and hooded with lust. She was such a wonder to study (Stare at ) R’nya was sure he would never tire of looking at her.
Surprise caused R’nya’s eyes to widen when Rhaedalyn initiated a kiss, though the bronzerider was quick to fall into it, his hand shifting to caress Rhaedalyn’s cheek lightly, his fingers still tangled in the softness of her growing hair. He paused, though, at the tentative seeming touch, pulling his lips from Rhaedalyn’s and studying her face silently; he wanted to make sure the touch wasn’t accidental before he jumped the poor girl. He waited just long enough to see the way her expression changed, before gently lifting her chin and deepening the kiss, this one designed to reassure her.
Shifting their bodies carefully, R’nya let the light sheet fall away, the bronzerider settling his weight onto his knees so he was perched above Rhaedalyn’s thighs, head tilted as he considered the goldrider affectionately. Gentle fingers traced the pale stretchmarks from her pregnancy, before R’nya leaned down to kiss them lightly, trailing the affection across the small scars until he found his way to her belly button, and up the length of her stomach, teasingly ignoring her breasts as he nibbled along her collarbone before a light kiss was placed on her lips.
“Our dragons need not be the only cause for such get togethers.” R’nya stated quietly, brushing hair back from Rhaedalyn’s forehead, and tracing his fingers over her cheekbone gently. He opted not to really leave room for the young woman to reply, instead he chose to use some of the new skills that had been taught to him by Quilriana’s knowledgeable methods, though the dark haired tavern maid was far from his mind as he focused on Rhaedalyn’s soft skin, and the actions that made her toes curl.
Surprise caused R’nya’s eyes to widen when Rhaedalyn initiated a kiss, though the bronzerider was quick to fall into it, his hand shifting to caress Rhaedalyn’s cheek lightly, his fingers still tangled in the softness of her growing hair. He paused, though, at the tentative seeming touch, pulling his lips from Rhaedalyn’s and studying her face silently; he wanted to make sure the touch wasn’t accidental before he jumped the poor girl. He waited just long enough to see the way her expression changed, before gently lifting her chin and deepening the kiss, this one designed to reassure her.
Shifting their bodies carefully, R’nya let the light sheet fall away, the bronzerider settling his weight onto his knees so he was perched above Rhaedalyn’s thighs, head tilted as he considered the goldrider affectionately. Gentle fingers traced the pale stretchmarks from her pregnancy, before R’nya leaned down to kiss them lightly, trailing the affection across the small scars until he found his way to her belly button, and up the length of her stomach, teasingly ignoring her breasts as he nibbled along her collarbone before a light kiss was placed on her lips.
“Our dragons need not be the only cause for such get togethers.” R’nya stated quietly, brushing hair back from Rhaedalyn’s forehead, and tracing his fingers over her cheekbone gently. He opted not to really leave room for the young woman to reply, instead he chose to use some of the new skills that had been taught to him by Quilriana’s knowledgeable methods, though the dark haired tavern maid was far from his mind as he focused on Rhaedalyn’s soft skin, and the actions that made her toes curl.
