He planted a reverential kiss upon her palm and her body trembled, akin to the quaking of the earth. As the mercenary leaned, she bowed her body into his, fluid and yielding. Every pore sang with anticipation, every nerve quivered as he swept the locks from her face, fingertips finding purchase at her jaw. And as he kissed her she felt strangely dizzy, tethered only by his touch, so weightless as to be unattached from the floor.
Gods, what was this? She gasped into the kiss, arms encircling his neck, fingers tangling in his chestnut hair. Their slow cadence assumed an upward climb, lips becoming quicker and more insistent as they tangled together. Oh and he tasted how he smelled - of wine and wood. She drank him in, her lips parting in a gentle sigh, all too eager to indulge in this new sensation. But he drew back, eyes searching.
Pressing her forehead to his, she chuckled. Her gaze was volcanic. ”Yes,” she breathed. ”Please.” It was all she could manage. As far as she was concerned, the only thing that mattered were the two of them. ”Here… Let me.” Fumbling in her pockets, she produced her keys in the hopes of unlocking her apartment. Her hands shivered in that brief respite; it took a few deep breaths just to steady her herself enough to open the lock.
She turned, slow and deliberate, taking him by the hand. Whether he followed would be up to him. But her gaze was scorching, her intent transparent. Lost in the thick haze of desire and intoxication, she suddenly knew what she wanted. And were he to join her, she’d move to close the door behind them.
If not, she’d try to compose herself, smoothing her clothes down in a shaky farewell.
Either way, she’d unfasten the catch of her cloak, allowing it to pool in heap of fabric upon the floor.
Gods, what was this? She gasped into the kiss, arms encircling his neck, fingers tangling in his chestnut hair. Their slow cadence assumed an upward climb, lips becoming quicker and more insistent as they tangled together. Oh and he tasted how he smelled - of wine and wood. She drank him in, her lips parting in a gentle sigh, all too eager to indulge in this new sensation. But he drew back, eyes searching.
Pressing her forehead to his, she chuckled. Her gaze was volcanic. ”Yes,” she breathed. ”Please.” It was all she could manage. As far as she was concerned, the only thing that mattered were the two of them. ”Here… Let me.” Fumbling in her pockets, she produced her keys in the hopes of unlocking her apartment. Her hands shivered in that brief respite; it took a few deep breaths just to steady her herself enough to open the lock.
She turned, slow and deliberate, taking him by the hand. Whether he followed would be up to him. But her gaze was scorching, her intent transparent. Lost in the thick haze of desire and intoxication, she suddenly knew what she wanted. And were he to join her, she’d move to close the door behind them.
If not, she’d try to compose herself, smoothing her clothes down in a shaky farewell.
Either way, she’d unfasten the catch of her cloak, allowing it to pool in heap of fabric upon the floor.