[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.]
I wish I could sincerely apologize. [She murmurs while tilting her head to offer him better access to her neck. There’s no concern for bruises and skin breaks from his escalating fervor. Instead there are encouraging groans that sometimes sound more like growls, her hips the more dangerous, pressing torment to him she’d imagine. At least, that’s her obvious goal.
There’s a little smile that briefly pauses the kiss when he still asks her permission, only to have her return to doting upon his lips with renewed enjoyment. The fingers through his hair loosen in grip so that she can thread her fingers through the soft, thick mass of curls, enjoying their feel against her skin.
At this point, Sheva and reason aren’t exactly close friends, her body practically screaming for more as reason calmly whispered his inexperience and age. It’s not a good idea to push past a line, but… Where exactly was that line situated? What a horrible time to decide this, especially when she’s pressing her ass back against him harder now, movements more wanting than teasing.]
[Maybe it is time to go. To leave this place, rid Sheva of her clothes and have his way. Normally Robb keeps his distance when it comes to his own urges and needs. It is not for a king to lose himself like that. But at this moment whatever boundaries he has set for himself, they do not entirely exist anymore. All became muddled and unclear.]
You’re driving me mad like this.
[Because this is beyond teasing now. They both want something more and their bodies cannot hide anything of that anymore. Every time her nails rake over his scalp he shivers and the space inside of his breeches becomes smaller and smaller with every second. There is no shame in how he cups her breasts, each touch bold and full of need. Gods, if she would continue moving against him in such a way there could be a rather embarrassing mess at the front of his pants soon.]
Shall we go?
[Robb is breathing heavily now, half consumed by need and lust and he keeps nipping at her neck when he speaks, not entirely aware of the fact that he is leaving marks.]
[Have her way would be more like it, but he’ll learn that the hard way (literally) should bedding happen. She’ll be teaching him the lessons she suspects, so long as the alcohol hasn’t rendered them beyond functioning properly in that department, which she’s experienced and with enough of her wits to understand that may happen.
None of this stops her from continuing her tormenting motions, nor does her smile diminish in any regard. In fact, it widens at his statement.] I know. [It’s all intentional Robb.
When he moves for a full hand, Sheva sighs and lays her head against his shoulder, her hips faltering for just a moment. She makes a thoughtful hum at the back of her throat, a noise that lacks commitment and should be taken as even more teasing, needful as it rumbles.]
[Robb cannot decide if he wants to kiss her, hold her, bed her or just play with her teats all night. Everything inside his head is one pleasant buzz of alcohol and horniness. And this time he is not able to remember the fact that he is actually just as experienced as a wooden doorknob.]
Torment. [He huffs, eyes closing once again when she grinds just right.] All I can think of is...you naked and my hands on you... [As if he wants to get a point across he works on her breasts again, groping them as if the world is going to end. Gods, she likes it, I am doing this well.]
Which is closer. [Those words are actually just all he needs to hear before he moves and take hold of her hand instead, pulling her away from the dancefloor, passing the bar, the hall, a lot of people to finally reach the exit.] I hope your place is closer than mine. [There’s quite the situation inside his breeches now.]
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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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Date: 2015-09-19 01:01 pm (UTC)There’s a little smile that briefly pauses the kiss when he still asks her permission, only to have her return to doting upon his lips with renewed enjoyment. The fingers through his hair loosen in grip so that she can thread her fingers through the soft, thick mass of curls, enjoying their feel against her skin.
At this point, Sheva and reason aren’t exactly close friends, her body practically screaming for more as reason calmly whispered his inexperience and age. It’s not a good idea to push past a line, but… Where exactly was that line situated? What a horrible time to decide this, especially when she’s pressing her ass back against him harder now, movements more wanting than teasing.]
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Date: 2015-09-30 04:24 pm (UTC)You’re driving me mad like this.
[Because this is beyond teasing now. They both want something more and their bodies cannot hide anything of that anymore. Every time her nails rake over his scalp he shivers and the space inside of his breeches becomes smaller and smaller with every second. There is no shame in how he cups her breasts, each touch bold and full of need. Gods, if she would continue moving against him in such a way there could be a rather embarrassing mess at the front of his pants soon.]
Shall we go?
[Robb is breathing heavily now, half consumed by need and lust and he keeps nipping at her neck when he speaks, not entirely aware of the fact that he is leaving marks.]
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Date: 2015-10-19 03:29 am (UTC)None of this stops her from continuing her tormenting motions, nor does her smile diminish in any regard. In fact, it widens at his statement.] I know. [It’s all intentional Robb.
When he moves for a full hand, Sheva sighs and lays her head against his shoulder, her hips faltering for just a moment. She makes a thoughtful hum at the back of her throat, a noise that lacks commitment and should be taken as even more teasing, needful as it rumbles.]
My place?
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Date: 2015-11-01 11:40 am (UTC)Torment. [He huffs, eyes closing once again when she grinds just right.] All I can think of is...you naked and my hands on you... [As if he wants to get a point across he works on her breasts again, groping them as if the world is going to end. Gods, she likes it, I am doing this well.]
Which is closer. [Those words are actually just all he needs to hear before he moves and take hold of her hand instead, pulling her away from the dancefloor, passing the bar, the hall, a lot of people to finally reach the exit.] I hope your place is closer than mine. [There’s quite the situation inside his breeches now.]