Emerald eyes blazed with a hungry light. “I see your eyes on my body.” Rav stiffened, his hand twitching as the truth of the situation made itself known. “You are not so subtle as all that, Ravak Darrow.” Heat rose in his cheeks, but Sinead was not finished with her advances. There was a purring quality in her rich Aiel voice. “I am quite certain that neither of us would complain overmuch if you repaid your toh by putting your lips right here.” One long finger teased along her lips, ink still caught underneath the nail. She squeezed the hand still holding the washcloth against her cheek, before dropping both hands into her lap. A slight tightening of her eyes made her expression more contemplative. “Unless you would prefer to continue to talk about sand and wind while pretending not to look at me?”
A coarse hand threaded its way into the novice’s mane of fire red hair. Rav leaned closer, felt the woman’s breath against his upper lip. Emerald orbs widened as he guided her head closer to his, her mouth towards his. He breathed in through his nose, expecting to catch the scent of earth and wildflowers, but he caught... nothing. Their lips caught whilst he was processing that, the novice's hands holding his head tight. Teeth bit down on his lower lip as she pulled away, tugging him after her.
He leaned forwards on the chair until he was on the edge, trying to stay with her as she drifted back. She snaked backwards along the floor, keeping just out of his reach. Noses bumped as he tried to land another kiss, Sinead evading intentionally until his knees touched the ground, papers rustling underneath him. The chair forgotten, he crawled forward. His hand, still in her hair, smacked against the edge of the bed. Unable to retreat any more, he moved over her, face hovering above hers impatiently. His heartbeat was pounding hard and fast, the rush of blood dulling his hearing. “Are you sure you want this, Sinead?”
A hand gripped a fistful of Rav’s hair and pulled him down. The Aielwoman murmured something that may have been "toh" before their lips were locked together again. Her other hand gripped at his chest. He ran his tongue along her top lip mid-kiss, and her teeth once more clamped down, holding him in an awkward half-kiss, half-vice. She smiled even with their lips together as he felt something tugging at his shirt, working open the buttons.
Her hand worked its way through the opening she had made in his shirt, nails scratching against his exposed skin. He hissed, and heaved himself free from her hold. “Careful,” he chided with a broad grin. She returned a defiant look as her nails slowly drew across his chest, emerald eyes flashing a challenge. He winced, but didn’t move to stop her. A second hand moved from his hair to his shirt. With one quick jerk, she pulled his shirt open, the few closed buttons scattering along the floor.
Sinead explored his uncovered chest with open interest, hand moving over the marks that were already turning pink. He watched her silently, taking in as much of her unblemished beauty as possible. She somehow seemed modest, still clothed and laying surrounded by her paperwork, looking up at his bared chest. But her green eyes, those showed her true passions.
Her hands rested flat against his chest as she gazed at him. “Sometimes I forget you are a wetlander, Ravak Darrow.” Her lips twitched. “If you want me to stop, take charge.”
A coarse hand threaded its way into the novice’s mane of fire red hair. Rav leaned closer, felt the woman’s breath against his upper lip. Emerald orbs widened as he guided her head closer to his, her mouth towards his. He breathed in through his nose, expecting to catch the scent of earth and wildflowers, but he caught... nothing. Their lips caught whilst he was processing that, the novice's hands holding his head tight. Teeth bit down on his lower lip as she pulled away, tugging him after her.
He leaned forwards on the chair until he was on the edge, trying to stay with her as she drifted back. She snaked backwards along the floor, keeping just out of his reach. Noses bumped as he tried to land another kiss, Sinead evading intentionally until his knees touched the ground, papers rustling underneath him. The chair forgotten, he crawled forward. His hand, still in her hair, smacked against the edge of the bed. Unable to retreat any more, he moved over her, face hovering above hers impatiently. His heartbeat was pounding hard and fast, the rush of blood dulling his hearing. “Are you sure you want this, Sinead?”
A hand gripped a fistful of Rav’s hair and pulled him down. The Aielwoman murmured something that may have been "toh" before their lips were locked together again. Her other hand gripped at his chest. He ran his tongue along her top lip mid-kiss, and her teeth once more clamped down, holding him in an awkward half-kiss, half-vice. She smiled even with their lips together as he felt something tugging at his shirt, working open the buttons.
Her hand worked its way through the opening she had made in his shirt, nails scratching against his exposed skin. He hissed, and heaved himself free from her hold. “Careful,” he chided with a broad grin. She returned a defiant look as her nails slowly drew across his chest, emerald eyes flashing a challenge. He winced, but didn’t move to stop her. A second hand moved from his hair to his shirt. With one quick jerk, she pulled his shirt open, the few closed buttons scattering along the floor.
Sinead explored his uncovered chest with open interest, hand moving over the marks that were already turning pink. He watched her silently, taking in as much of her unblemished beauty as possible. She somehow seemed modest, still clothed and laying surrounded by her paperwork, looking up at his bared chest. But her green eyes, those showed her true passions.
Her hands rested flat against his chest as she gazed at him. “Sometimes I forget you are a wetlander, Ravak Darrow.” Her lips twitched. “If you want me to stop, take charge.”
