[Robb nods shyly. He knows of that. At least, vaguely. Sort of.]
I would never put my needs above hers. [That he does know. When loving a woman he should treat her as his equal.] My brains do not belong inside my cock. [But sometimes they do and it are those moments where he sneaks a hand between his own legs to relief him of such a thing.]
Aye. [He nods deeply but does not give further explanation. It is always a bit of a touchy matter to him, especially here, where his crown absolutely does not matter.] It matters not.
[Oh he's adorable and extremely inexperienced, but her eyebrows perk upwards when he drops the c-word in reference to his equipment. She chuckles at that, sipping at her drink.]
But sometimes it takes a lengthy vacation there I'm certain. [Out of devious curiosity, her free hand smooths up further on his thigh, becoming dangerously close to said cock in said breeches. So she assumes, at least.]
I do wish to marry for love, even though I know that might not ever be.
[The words are spoken softly and they are completely out of place in a place like this. Where people dance like that to music like this. After a soft chuckle he takes a large sip from his glass.]
Well, I... [He pauses briefly when she slides a hand closer to his crotcharea.] ...any man has his urges. [A firm nod follows after those words.]
You have my thanks for that.
[It is odd. His crown is quite important to him, yet he does not want it to be important here.]
I never expected myself to marry. My job is too dangerous and I have... Had no reason to really attach to someone romantically.
[Even though they're out of place, they're honest and she can't help but set her drink down and carefully smooth her fingertips through his curly hair, making certain not to dishevel it too much. It's meant to be comforting.] I understand duty.
[Sheva also understands teasing, which is why her hand is toeing the line of inappropriate.]
Let us dance and forget about home for a couple of hours.
[Not that they ever could forget, but she's trying to lighten the mood a bit.]
That is past tense. [He looks up, both eyebrows raised.] Have you found someone to love? [If so, they should not be doing this. To dance in such an intimate way. It would only fuel flames that should not be fueled. But then there is the fact that he is getting pleasantly drunk. That this is definitely way more stronger than any sort of strongwine. He reaches out to sip at the last bit in his glass.]
Sometimes I wish I could choose love instead.
[It is a heartfelt confession. He is very aware of his duties as a young lord, as a king. He could never make the choices that would benefit him. He always had to think about everyone else. His men, his lady mother, the North.] I am betrothed to another. A young maid I do not know anything of, only her name.
[When he feels fingers moving through his hair he stiffens a little but he still is not really moving away. It must be trust.]
Aye, let us do so.
[But to be fair the world is spinning a little when he slides off his stool.]
I have found people, friends, to care for like family. [That's pretty much a no, but with some grey area. It's the best she can even consider doing right now. There are still commitment issues at hand, but she has begun to care deeply for several people here. Love is too scary to even touch, however.
Sheva shakes her head, understanding his concern. No one will come after you for dancing with me. [She leaves out the part where she'll very much deal with that very swiftly on her own should that happen.
His confession has her giving him a sad, understanding smile. Yep, it's definitely time to dance. Carefully untangling her fingers from his hair, she finishes her drink and takes his hand in hers.]
Love can grow in the strangest places I've heard, but come one... Let's have a little sweat inducing fun.
I have found those as well. [A sudden fond smile appears on his face.] It has been rather surprising, really. Everyone has been helpful and kind. Ser Kaplan told me they wrote history books around me in these modern times. [But he does not talk about love either, knowing how dangerous it is to lose his heart.]
I know of that. [In a way it is a pity that she lets go of his hair. It had been a surprisingly tender gesture, very soothing. Anna could do a same sort of thing. Touching him gently while calming him a little.
He also finishes his drink and follow her afterwards. It is hard to ignore the way it goes to his head and suddenly the loud music sounds quite pleasant.]
Aye. To both of them.
[The dancefloor is more crowded than any other place in the club. Women dance against men, shamelessly touching them and grinding into them. There is a certain lewdness to it. As if it is something forbidden. Because really, this is exactly the opposite to the Westerosi dances he knows of.]
I do apologize in advance, I might not be able to keep up with all of this. [He squeezes her hand in some sort of reassuring way.]
I'm glad. [And she truly is happy for him. With all she’s heard about his situation back home, he deserves something happier and absent of the weight of duty. Sheva can easily empathize with him on that.] You’re in a history book?
[When he says yes, she smiles up at him. Yes, the alcohol does help alleviate nerves.
Don’t worry, you’ll do just fine. [She notices how he responds to her hand in his hair, tucking that knowledge away for later, whenever it might be relevant again. She does rub her thumb over the back of his hand, squeezing it back to give him a bit of comfort before she reaches it behind her, pressing it against the curve of her ass. Her other hand finds his free hand to place on her hip, stepping in close to him and placing a hand on his hip to guide his movements to rock against hers and the music. The other hand smoothes up his chest to rest gently on his shoulder.]
Aye! [His voice sounds enthusiastic when she asks that. Well, the knowledge of being inside a history book definitely is something to be enthusiastic about.] Apparently it tells of my family and the entire realm. I never knew people knew of such things in these modern times.
[Robb is talking quite loud and his smile is a bit broader because of the alcohol he’s been having.]
I will try. [At home he has been quite good at dancing. He knew a lot of dances. But then again, a lordling needed to know his dances. Especially in a case where he had to woo a highborn lady.
He allows her to guide him and suddenly his hand is on her hip and the other one is even closer to her ass. He wants to ask her if that is really okay like that. That he touches her there, but then again, it is part of this dance. It is a good thing he has had some drinks before doing this, it makes him a little bit more loose and a little bit more accepting to these beeps and boops that form some sort of rhythmic pattern.]
Aye...allow me to... [He silences halfway and starts to sway a little. It is a decent sort of sway. That of a man who does not know how to sway properly.] Is it good like that?
[As always, his enthusiasm is contagious and she builds on that by grinning up at him.] I'm sure the library is full of history books too. [The drama of grand people will always be an interest to others, aged in time or recent enough.
She too feels more comfortable with the drinks offering him an encouraging smile before chuckling softly. Her eyes and easy nature regarding his hands (and the fact that she put them there in the first place) indicate that he's more than alright.]
Yes. [Her voice is breathy and she watches him, pulling him closer so that she can build on his movements slowly, guiding his hips to match hers and the music a little better.] This feels better? [Part question and part statement.]
[At first Robb finds it hard to adjust his eyes to the flashing lights but when combining those lights with the rhythm of the beep-boop music and the alcohol buzzing through his veins it does not seem that bad anymore.
His hold on her becomes more sure, more that of a man instead of a boy. And he smile a little when she tells him he is doing well. Gods, these modern things and rituals. He would never know they would entail dancing with a beautiful lady in such a close way.]
A...aye...
[He finds himself taken aback by how close they are now, their hips moving in sync with the rhythm of the music. And he forgets that it is not decent to slide a hand over a lady's arse without asking. Mayhaps it was the strongwine.]
[When she feels him become more confident in his hold, Sheva smiles up at him, her own hand smoothing up along his back, keeping him close while just enjoying the feel of the strength beneath her touch.
The music is simply the beat to guide them, and it easily fades into the background for her, which leaves her attention focused on him and the feel of his body moving against hers. Sheva even makes a low, pleased noise near his ear when his hand dips southward, turning her head to nudge his jawline with her nose a bit.]
[Even though he has been skeptical at first he realizes that this modern, close dancing is extremely pleasant and it helps that Sheva is absolutely beautiful. Eventually he is only aware of the hypnotizing rhythm of the bass and his hips moving in sync with hers. Now he would not dare to squeeze her ass but his grip becomes rather firm.
And he is so very, very pleasantly drunk.]
I am glad you are glad.
[What a completely stupid answer. And maybe, the only thing he can do is asking a completely stupid question.]
[Alcohol definitely improves this type of music and the fluidity of body movement. There’s also the benefit of relaxing his nerves so that he too is letting loose for once.
Even if he’s still politely asking her permission, it’s cute and strangely sex. Actually, she can’t find anything that she’d consider unattractive, so she hums throatily and nods as a ‘yes.’ Her body presses closer and she grinds a bit more enthusiastically.]
[The corners of Robb’s mouth curl upwards into a smile. He likes kissing and he likes kissing even better when he feels this relaxed, dancing with someone he can call a friend and who he trusts. Trust is an important thing when it comes to sliding a tongue inside another person’s mouth.]
I will be careful.
[He mutters it softly before he leans in, his lips briefly brushing against hers. Thank the gods that he got some practice and that he knew how to kiss a lady properly. When she grinds closer to him he moves to wrap his arms around her waist, holding her as close as possible.]
...Promise.
[And that is when he finally dares to let his tongue do the talking, letting it dart over her lower lip briefly, trying to coax her to part her lips a little.]
[The hand not on his hip moves to cup his jaw and cheek tenderly at that smile. He's a sweetheart. The loyal, marrying type for someone who wants that life. For now, they're both enjoying the intimate company of a friend.
He doesn't have to be careful, but she lets him choose, eyes fluttering at the gentle brush of his lips. Otherwise, her gaze lingers on his, mouth curling upwards as he takes the lead. Her thumb smooths over skin as she threads her fingers back into the curls of his hair as he deepens the kiss pleasurably. Her lips part and she kisses back, slow and deliberate.]
[Robb is extremely careful. Even though he doesn’t want to, he just wants to kiss her and claim her mouth the way his urges tell him how he should do it. Like a man should, try to blow her away.
But no, Sheva knows exactly what she’s doing and his kiss becomes more bold because of that. He dares to squeeze her ass a little and soft, content hums escape his mouth.
He has forgotten about the music and the people around them. All that is left is her body against his, her fingers moving through his hair and the goosebumps on his skin.]
You taste good…
[Robb is too drunk to realize how stupid those words are. They both taste like bloody alcohol.]
[It's difficult to hold back that kind of desire once alcohol enters the picture, so she's impressed, smiling against his lips as she feels his hand grip her ass a little firmer. There's a soft moan that follows, and she deepens the kiss for a few moments only to pull back and nip at his lower lip when he speaks.]
Mhm. [Yes, they both do taste of alcohol, but that's okay considering they both had been drinking. She tastes better without it, as she's certain he does as well.
Her fingertips continue to press through his curls, tugging at times and massaging his skull at others as she presses closer.]
[Gods, she is moaning. And how much Robb tries to keep such things at bay, it still goes straight to that particular place between his legs, causing some sort of stir that makes his face even more red than it already is.
And he does not really want it to stop. It is too pleasant for that.]
Aye...
[After that he returns to kissing again, sliding his tongue against hers in a slow but urging matter. He likes how her nails rake over his scalp and how she tugs at his hair sometimes. It eggs him on to squeeze her ass a bit more while his other hand slides down to her hip.
When he breaks the kiss he is panting a little, his eyes a little bit more dark when he looks at her.]
[Yes, she’s definitely making enjoyable noises into the kiss, and even smiling against him at his reaction. Equal parts adorable and terribly sexy. She supposes that even without the alcohol this would feel good and stoke a heat in her, but later his words will include a fond amusement.
While she allows him to build the pace, she will back away or adjust to show him how better to do something, usually punctuating good performance with a moan and a pointedly slow grind where all that heat’s collecting between his thighs.
Breaking this kiss doesn’t mean she pulls away, instead letting their brows press together while they catch their breath, nose nudging affectionately against his in a lazy fashion. His compliment induces a lazy grin.]
You’re so kind. It’s… [Sweet, but that word doesn’t fit.] Thank you.
[Robb values traditions. Before bedding a maid he should marry her first and he could look at teats and cunts but he should not touch them. But with alcohol soaring through his veins it is an entirely different story. As if every drop of blood in his body starts to pool between his legs. Every time he tells himself to turn back he finds himself drawn in by her warm lips and devious tongue.
Even though kissing is quite a wet, sticky business he truly likes it. He is extremely fond of the intimacy.
And she moves against him, grinding against the spots where he likes it the most and he can’t help but groaning softly.]
You are welcome, lady Sheva.
[The words are spoken in a whisper while she rests her forehead against his.]
Allow me to...
[Before he get s too comfortable pressing his forehead against hers he slowly leans in closer, pressing his lips right underneath her ear.]
[There's something to be said about a night of dancing and making out with a friend. She's a little drunker than intended, but quite obviously in a much better place than Robb. That doesn't mean she eases off of the dancing. Instead, as he moves to taste and tease at her neck, Sheva takes the opportunity to shift in his arms, turning around so that her ass is now pressed against all that pooling blood.
Life's just not fair young wolf. If he thought her front was just right, it's because he clearly hasn't enjoyed this side of her properly.
In case he forgets, she tilts her head to the side, exposing her neck and silently urging him to continue his explorations.
Then there's her hands guiding his over her front, the one in his hair still reaching up and behind her to play through his thick curls.]
[Drunk or not, the female body is something wonderful to Robb, just as wonderful as he always thought them to be. All curves and soft skin. It surprises him when she suddenly turns, yet it is not a bad surprise at all. Before he knows it he can feel her hands taking hold of his so he can discover the front of her body a little more.]
That is truly cruel... To taunt me like that...
[Because her arse is definitely pressing against that delicate spot between his legs where everything is twitching already. How bloody cruel. And to emphasize the cruel nature of it all he groans softly, really eager for that delicious friction.
When she exposes her neck for him he does not wait another second. Carefully he slides his lips over that patch of soft skin, nipping curiously while humming softly.]
I like it when you do that. [He is talking about the fingers combing through his curls and his voice sounds a bit thick and slow to his ears. Maybe it is because he’s horny and quite drunk.]
You speak as though it does nothing for me. [She teases right back, voice low and a bit huskier than usual. A soft groan of a sigh slips past her lips as she feels him twitch, the music making a timely and well transitioned shift to something slower and more sensual. It's easier on her ears because the sounds are low, smooth and encouraging even. Maybe the DJ has eyes on them and is enjoying their night with a little fun of their own.
The groan turns into a rumble in the back of her throat, one he'll feel more than hear probably, just as she can feel the hum of his lips that give her a shiver when combined with his teeth.
Fingering through his curls, she gathers his hair in a firm grip so she can help leverage enough of a turn in her head to catch his lips again, a bit rougher this time, with nips and tugs followed by soothing, gentle kisses.]
[Robb is sure of it, every bit of his brain has migrated to his crotch now, the situation changing from ‘slightly uncomfortable’ to ‘downright problematic.’. It doesn’t help that her voice sounds so low and husky, that every word is going right down between his legs. While the music settles for something significantly slower her just focuses on that smooth patch of skin in her neck. Nips become kisses and kisses become soft, teasing bites. Apparently strongwine has this sort of effect on him. It makes him bold and sure when it comes to touching a woman. As if he knows what he is doing while completely forgetting all the reasons why he can’t do such things.
The rough kiss and the sharp tugs at his hair leave him groaning and wanting. It is rough and messy and pretty much conveys everything they really want to do to one another right now.]
Allow me to...
[He is murmuring the words against her lips before he slides a hand upwards to cup one of her breasts through the fabric of her shirt. Yeah, Robb definitely likes it when those fit well in his hand and the sound he makes is definitely an appreciating one.]
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Date: 2015-05-27 04:17 pm (UTC)I would never put my needs above hers. [That he does know. When loving a woman he should treat her as his equal.] My brains do not belong inside my cock. [But sometimes they do and it are those moments where he sneaks a hand between his own legs to relief him of such a thing.]
Aye. [He nods deeply but does not give further explanation. It is always a bit of a touchy matter to him, especially here, where his crown absolutely does not matter.] It matters not.
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Date: 2015-05-28 01:47 pm (UTC)[Oh he's adorable and extremely inexperienced, but her eyebrows perk upwards when he drops the c-word in reference to his equipment. She chuckles at that, sipping at her drink.]
But sometimes it takes a lengthy vacation there I'm certain. [Out of devious curiosity, her free hand smooths up further on his thigh, becoming dangerously close to said cock in said breeches. So she assumes, at least.]
Then I won't mention it again.
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Date: 2015-05-31 05:44 pm (UTC)[The words are spoken softly and they are completely out of place in a place like this. Where people dance like that to music like this. After a soft chuckle he takes a large sip from his glass.]
Well, I... [He pauses briefly when she slides a hand closer to his crotcharea.] ...any man has his urges. [A firm nod follows after those words.]
You have my thanks for that.
[It is odd. His crown is quite important to him, yet he does not want it to be important here.]
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Date: 2015-06-02 09:39 pm (UTC)[Even though they're out of place, they're honest and she can't help but set her drink down and carefully smooth her fingertips through his curly hair, making certain not to dishevel it too much. It's meant to be comforting.] I understand duty.
[Sheva also understands teasing, which is why her hand is toeing the line of inappropriate.]
Let us dance and forget about home for a couple of hours.
[Not that they ever could forget, but she's trying to lighten the mood a bit.]
And you're welcome.
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Date: 2015-06-03 04:39 pm (UTC)Sometimes I wish I could choose love instead.
[It is a heartfelt confession. He is very aware of his duties as a young lord, as a king. He could never make the choices that would benefit him. He always had to think about everyone else. His men, his lady mother, the North.] I am betrothed to another. A young maid I do not know anything of, only her name.
[When he feels fingers moving through his hair he stiffens a little but he still is not really moving away. It must be trust.]
Aye, let us do so.
[But to be fair the world is spinning a little when he slides off his stool.]
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Date: 2015-06-04 09:35 pm (UTC)Sheva shakes her head, understanding his concern. No one will come after you for dancing with me. [She leaves out the part where she'll very much deal with that very swiftly on her own should that happen.
His confession has her giving him a sad, understanding smile. Yep, it's definitely time to dance. Carefully untangling her fingers from his hair, she finishes her drink and takes his hand in hers.]
Love can grow in the strangest places I've heard, but come one... Let's have a little sweat inducing fun.
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Date: 2015-06-16 05:31 pm (UTC)[But he does not talk about love either, knowing how dangerous it is to lose his heart.]
I know of that. [In a way it is a pity that she lets go of his hair. It had been a surprisingly tender gesture, very soothing. Anna could do a same sort of thing. Touching him gently while calming him a little.
He also finishes his drink and follow her afterwards. It is hard to ignore the way it goes to his head and suddenly the loud music sounds quite pleasant.]
Aye. To both of them.
[The dancefloor is more crowded than any other place in the club. Women dance against men, shamelessly touching them and grinding into them. There is a certain lewdness to it. As if it is something forbidden. Because really, this is exactly the opposite to the Westerosi dances he knows of.]
I do apologize in advance, I might not be able to keep up with all of this. [He squeezes her hand in some sort of reassuring way.]
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Date: 2015-06-19 05:25 am (UTC)[When he says yes, she smiles up at him. Yes, the alcohol does help alleviate nerves.
Don’t worry, you’ll do just fine. [She notices how he responds to her hand in his hair, tucking that knowledge away for later, whenever it might be relevant again. She does rub her thumb over the back of his hand, squeezing it back to give him a bit of comfort before she reaches it behind her, pressing it against the curve of her ass. Her other hand finds his free hand to place on her hip, stepping in close to him and placing a hand on his hip to guide his movements to rock against hers and the music. The other hand smoothes up his chest to rest gently on his shoulder.]
Just move with me. Feel that and the music.
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Date: 2015-06-24 04:00 pm (UTC)[Robb is talking quite loud and his smile is a bit broader because of the alcohol he’s been having.]
I will try. [At home he has been quite good at dancing. He knew a lot of dances. But then again, a lordling needed to know his dances. Especially in a case where he had to woo a highborn lady.
He allows her to guide him and suddenly his hand is on her hip and the other one is even closer to her ass. He wants to ask her if that is really okay like that. That he touches her there, but then again, it is part of this dance. It is a good thing he has had some drinks before doing this, it makes him a little bit more loose and a little bit more accepting to these beeps and boops that form some sort of rhythmic pattern.]
Aye...allow me to... [He silences halfway and starts to sway a little. It is a decent sort of sway. That of a man who does not know how to sway properly.] Is it good like that?
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Date: 2015-06-25 01:38 pm (UTC)She too feels more comfortable with the drinks offering him an encouraging smile before chuckling softly. Her eyes and easy nature regarding his hands (and the fact that she put them there in the first place) indicate that he's more than alright.]
Yes. [Her voice is breathy and she watches him, pulling him closer so that she can build on his movements slowly, guiding his hips to match hers and the music a little better.] This feels better? [Part question and part statement.]
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Date: 2015-07-05 08:52 pm (UTC)His hold on her becomes more sure, more that of a man instead of a boy. And he smile a little when she tells him he is doing well. Gods, these modern things and rituals. He would never know they would entail dancing with a beautiful lady in such a close way.]
A...aye...
[He finds himself taken aback by how close they are now, their hips moving in sync with the rhythm of the music. And he forgets that it is not decent to slide a hand over a lady's arse without asking. Mayhaps it was the strongwine.]
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Date: 2015-07-05 09:25 pm (UTC)The music is simply the beat to guide them, and it easily fades into the background for her, which leaves her attention focused on him and the feel of his body moving against hers. Sheva even makes a low, pleased noise near his ear when his hand dips southward, turning her head to nudge his jawline with her nose a bit.]
Good. I'm glad.
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Date: 2015-07-14 05:40 pm (UTC)And he is so very, very pleasantly drunk.]
I am glad you are glad.
[What a completely stupid answer. And maybe, the only thing he can do is asking a completely stupid question.]
May I kiss you?
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Date: 2015-07-16 03:16 am (UTC)Even if he’s still politely asking her permission, it’s cute and strangely sex. Actually, she can’t find anything that she’d consider unattractive, so she hums throatily and nods as a ‘yes.’ Her body presses closer and she grinds a bit more enthusiastically.]
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Date: 2015-07-16 05:05 pm (UTC)I will be careful.
[He mutters it softly before he leans in, his lips briefly brushing against hers. Thank the gods that he got some practice and that he knew how to kiss a lady properly. When she grinds closer to him he moves to wrap his arms around her waist, holding her as close as possible.]
...Promise.
[And that is when he finally dares to let his tongue do the talking, letting it dart over her lower lip briefly, trying to coax her to part her lips a little.]
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Date: 2015-07-17 04:35 am (UTC)He doesn't have to be careful, but she lets him choose, eyes fluttering at the gentle brush of his lips. Otherwise, her gaze lingers on his, mouth curling upwards as he takes the lead. Her thumb smooths over skin as she threads her fingers back into the curls of his hair as he deepens the kiss pleasurably. Her lips part and she kisses back, slow and deliberate.]
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Date: 2015-07-19 08:43 pm (UTC)But no, Sheva knows exactly what she’s doing and his kiss becomes more bold because of that. He dares to squeeze her ass a little and soft, content hums escape his mouth.
He has forgotten about the music and the people around them. All that is left is her body against his, her fingers moving through his hair and the goosebumps on his skin.]
You taste good…
[Robb is too drunk to realize how stupid those words are. They both taste like bloody alcohol.]
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Date: 2015-07-25 03:51 pm (UTC)Mhm. [Yes, they both do taste of alcohol, but that's okay considering they both had been drinking. She tastes better without it, as she's certain he does as well.
Her fingertips continue to press through his curls, tugging at times and massaging his skull at others as she presses closer.]
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Date: 2015-08-10 04:49 pm (UTC)And he does not really want it to stop. It is too pleasant for that.]
Aye...
[After that he returns to kissing again, sliding his tongue against hers in a slow but urging matter. He likes how her nails rake over his scalp and how she tugs at his hair sometimes. It eggs him on to squeeze her ass a bit more while his other hand slides down to her hip.
When he breaks the kiss he is panting a little, his eyes a little bit more dark when he looks at her.]
You give the sweetest kisses.
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Date: 2015-08-11 02:12 am (UTC)While she allows him to build the pace, she will back away or adjust to show him how better to do something, usually punctuating good performance with a moan and a pointedly slow grind where all that heat’s collecting between his thighs.
Breaking this kiss doesn’t mean she pulls away, instead letting their brows press together while they catch their breath, nose nudging affectionately against his in a lazy fashion. His compliment induces a lazy grin.]
You’re so kind. It’s… [Sweet, but that word doesn’t fit.] Thank you.
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Date: 2015-08-14 04:15 pm (UTC)Even though kissing is quite a wet, sticky business he truly likes it. He is extremely fond of the intimacy.
And she moves against him, grinding against the spots where he likes it the most and he can’t help but groaning softly.]
You are welcome, lady Sheva.
[The words are spoken in a whisper while she rests her forehead against his.]
Allow me to...
[Before he get s too comfortable pressing his forehead against hers he slowly leans in closer, pressing his lips right underneath her ear.]
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Date: 2015-08-18 03:59 am (UTC)Life's just not fair young wolf. If he thought her front was just right, it's because he clearly hasn't enjoyed this side of her properly.
In case he forgets, she tilts her head to the side, exposing her neck and silently urging him to continue his explorations.
Then there's her hands guiding his over her front, the one in his hair still reaching up and behind her to play through his thick curls.]
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Date: 2015-08-24 04:28 pm (UTC)That is truly cruel... To taunt me like that...
[Because her arse is definitely pressing against that delicate spot between his legs where everything is twitching already. How bloody cruel. And to emphasize the cruel nature of it all he groans softly, really eager for that delicious friction.
When she exposes her neck for him he does not wait another second. Carefully he slides his lips over that patch of soft skin, nipping curiously while humming softly.]
I like it when you do that. [He is talking about the fingers combing through his curls and his voice sounds a bit thick and slow to his ears. Maybe it is because he’s horny and quite drunk.]
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Date: 2015-09-07 03:17 pm (UTC)The groan turns into a rumble in the back of her throat, one he'll feel more than hear probably, just as she can feel the hum of his lips that give her a shiver when combined with his teeth.
Fingering through his curls, she gathers his hair in a firm grip so she can help leverage enough of a turn in her head to catch his lips again, a bit rougher this time, with nips and tugs followed by soothing, gentle kisses.]
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Date: 2015-09-09 05:12 pm (UTC)[Robb is sure of it, every bit of his brain has migrated to his crotch now, the situation changing from ‘slightly uncomfortable’ to ‘downright problematic.’. It doesn’t help that her voice sounds so low and husky, that every word is going right down between his legs. While the music settles for something significantly slower her just focuses on that smooth patch of skin in her neck. Nips become kisses and kisses become soft, teasing bites. Apparently strongwine has this sort of effect on him. It makes him bold and sure when it comes to touching a woman. As if he knows what he is doing while completely forgetting all the reasons why he can’t do such things.
The rough kiss and the sharp tugs at his hair leave him groaning and wanting. It is rough and messy and pretty much conveys everything they really want to do to one another right now.]
Allow me to...
[He is murmuring the words against her lips before he slides a hand upwards to cup one of her breasts through the fabric of her shirt. Yeah, Robb definitely likes it when those fit well in his hand and the sound he makes is definitely an appreciating one.]
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