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: 2015-09-19 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.]