27.Nov.20, 05:09 PM
"That's the best idea I've heard since I got here," she murmured, working her tunic free. She let out a soft sigh as she lowered her forehead to his shoulder and them pressed a kiss there. The tunic hit the ground somewhere to the side and she cupped his cheek with her hand as her intense blue eyes found his. She studied him for a long moment, her thumb running over his cheekbone, her other hand sliding against his shoulder blade as she pulled him in closer.
"I always did fancy research. It's fascinating what sort of things you can find." He was a Harper, as dedicated to his craft as she was to hers, trained, honed by the Hall, a breath of home without the ire, without the hate. Faranth, it felt good to be touched without a thread of malice. With her work to get lost in most of the time she didn't notice the quiet stirrings of need that arose now and again.
Today they could have cut they were so sharp. Leeri visiting had just put a spark into the fire pit so to speak. He was willing, she was willing to bury herself against him, each to play their part in a duet. It was warming, her fingers in his hair, her lips sinking against his neck, his jaw, his lips. She soaked herself in that warmth as she worked her trousers free, kicking them away with soft, gentle sighs. Meryem guided his hands now and again, her touch firm in knowing what she wanted, what she needed but she let him guide her as well because she'd be damned between if she left the man unsatisfied.
When she kissed him again, she nipped playfully at his bottom lip and soothed it with a soft lick.
"This was not on my schedule," she hummed, "but anything that was has become trivial and annoying." Her laugh was a bubble of brightness against his lips.
"I always did fancy research. It's fascinating what sort of things you can find." He was a Harper, as dedicated to his craft as she was to hers, trained, honed by the Hall, a breath of home without the ire, without the hate. Faranth, it felt good to be touched without a thread of malice. With her work to get lost in most of the time she didn't notice the quiet stirrings of need that arose now and again.
Today they could have cut they were so sharp. Leeri visiting had just put a spark into the fire pit so to speak. He was willing, she was willing to bury herself against him, each to play their part in a duet. It was warming, her fingers in his hair, her lips sinking against his neck, his jaw, his lips. She soaked herself in that warmth as she worked her trousers free, kicking them away with soft, gentle sighs. Meryem guided his hands now and again, her touch firm in knowing what she wanted, what she needed but she let him guide her as well because she'd be damned between if she left the man unsatisfied.
When she kissed him again, she nipped playfully at his bottom lip and soothed it with a soft lick.
"This was not on my schedule," she hummed, "but anything that was has become trivial and annoying." Her laugh was a bubble of brightness against his lips.