Fallan
"Llex guide me," Fallan whispered softly in Pavi, for he was now reaching the ends of his patience and in no way connected that failing with the wine which now sat and burned in his stomach from the full beaker which he had drained in a single long draught.
Suddenly the tent seemed overly warm and tossing aside the empty beaker he pulled off the shirt which had protected him from the chill of the Fall day outside. Cooler air swirled over his bare chest but he was barely aware of it, for now his breath came faster and heavier.
Her hand drew his attention to the buttons of the dress which he'd been carefully avoiding. Now good sense wavered under the assault of passion and lust and no longer did he muster the strength to reinforce it. He watched her with the eyes of a hunter measuring his prey, the memory of her breast soft in his hand. Her eyes watched his and slowly he smiled, his breathing slowed and deepened. Now, now was the time.
Another prayer for patience whispered from his lips. A hard slap would stun her, though experience told him that it was hard to achieve since it needed complete surprise, else reflex would allow her to attempt a block. Slowly he crept forward on his hands and knees until he knelt before her, keeping her eye with his.
His right arm twitched but he restrained the impulse, though it drained his self control. Memories flooded him of how she moved, overlaying on what he could see, projecting what lay underneath the covering cloth.
He moved his right arm, but slowly to run it along the side of her chin, to slide it along her neck and to lock behind it as he leant in for a kiss. Now his heart beat faster again and drummed in his ears. He nibbled at her lips, his left hand moving her hand away and fumbled at the buttons at the top of her dress, suddenly clumsy yet not so lacking in everyday sense to rip the cloth away for all the desire to do so.
He gave in to reason and used both hands, slowly undoing just a few, enough but not too many. He ran his hands inside the top of the dress and eased it towards her shoulders, his lips still on hers. It was still too tight and so he pulled back a little, his eyes on hers and undid one more button. Now the dress was free enough to just slip over her shoulders. He did not allow it and instead peeled it back so that it rolled back over her arms inside out, leaving it on her upper arms where it hindered her movements and glanced down.
A white shift lay revealed, allowing him glimpses of the petit roundness of her breasts. His breath caught slightly and he caught her body tight around the waist, pulling the trapped dress in tighter, pulling her in closer to him. He kissed the side of her neck, his nose full of her scent.
"Taylani," his voice purred and he kissed her again.
Suddenly the tent seemed overly warm and tossing aside the empty beaker he pulled off the shirt which had protected him from the chill of the Fall day outside. Cooler air swirled over his bare chest but he was barely aware of it, for now his breath came faster and heavier.
Her hand drew his attention to the buttons of the dress which he'd been carefully avoiding. Now good sense wavered under the assault of passion and lust and no longer did he muster the strength to reinforce it. He watched her with the eyes of a hunter measuring his prey, the memory of her breast soft in his hand. Her eyes watched his and slowly he smiled, his breathing slowed and deepened. Now, now was the time.
Another prayer for patience whispered from his lips. A hard slap would stun her, though experience told him that it was hard to achieve since it needed complete surprise, else reflex would allow her to attempt a block. Slowly he crept forward on his hands and knees until he knelt before her, keeping her eye with his.
His right arm twitched but he restrained the impulse, though it drained his self control. Memories flooded him of how she moved, overlaying on what he could see, projecting what lay underneath the covering cloth.
He moved his right arm, but slowly to run it along the side of her chin, to slide it along her neck and to lock behind it as he leant in for a kiss. Now his heart beat faster again and drummed in his ears. He nibbled at her lips, his left hand moving her hand away and fumbled at the buttons at the top of her dress, suddenly clumsy yet not so lacking in everyday sense to rip the cloth away for all the desire to do so.
He gave in to reason and used both hands, slowly undoing just a few, enough but not too many. He ran his hands inside the top of the dress and eased it towards her shoulders, his lips still on hers. It was still too tight and so he pulled back a little, his eyes on hers and undid one more button. Now the dress was free enough to just slip over her shoulders. He did not allow it and instead peeled it back so that it rolled back over her arms inside out, leaving it on her upper arms where it hindered her movements and glanced down.
A white shift lay revealed, allowing him glimpses of the petit roundness of her breasts. His breath caught slightly and he caught her body tight around the waist, pulling the trapped dress in tighter, pulling her in closer to him. He kissed the side of her neck, his nose full of her scent.
"Taylani," his voice purred and he kissed her again.
