[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: 2015-08-24 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.]