Contemplation (kovac) (N17+)

[Shayth]

Shayth smirked as he jested, biting her lip as the avora pulled her against him. She wanted to slap him for his arrogance, at the same time as kissing him. The bold, mischievous streak her aphrodisiac. He wasn't a quailing mess before her rank, not unlike others of his caste. Shayth admired and respected it, even if part of her automatically wanted to reprimand him.

Welcoming his kiss with a delighted groan, the endal continued to move her hand, lifting one leg to wrap it around his own. Pushing her other hand against his chest finally, Shayth gasped for breath, before speaking in a low voice.

"You have five seconds to figure it out, Avora. There is a petching wind eagle with murder on the brain down the hall and this isn't exactly your private quarters! Less talk, more..." Her hand tightened and her blue eyes burned, but a small smile played on her lips. Kissing him again, the redhead tugged on his lower lip with her teeth, tickling the back of his legs with her toes.

[Kovac]

Kovac knew by now the Endal's appreciation of barbed humor, even in the heat of passion, and was not disappointed by her wry grin. The Rider was prideful, not because of her position, but because she was confident and self-assured in who she was and what she wanted, and it drew the snarky Avora to her like a magnet. The archer pressed further against Shayth, pinning her against the stone wall as she wrapped her long leg around him, his grip on her hips tightening as ther hand tucked in his bryda moved. He reluctantly released her lips and she pulled away to speak, her voice husky, her coarse words only stoking the man's immediate desires. As she tightened her grip on him, the man moaned involuntarily. Shayth had made her point quite clear, her intentions wantonly obvious. Kovac was most inclined to comply, and with a shudder of thrill at the urgency and danger, set his mouth to Shayth's neck, tasting the soft skin and locking his lips on it to suck lightly. Wasting no more time, Kovac pulled down on the handful of bryda at Shayth's hips and yanked the garment down over her rear. His hands explored the exposed flesh and caressed her as his breath became quick and shallow, his heart pounding, his need for Shayth crowding out caution and concern for anything but getting closer to her.

[Shayth]

Closing her eyes, the rider allowed herself to focus on the delicious shivers that ran down her spine as the archer's mouth touched her throat. Tilting her head back against the stone wall, Shayth continued her ministrations with a firm urgency, allowing a soft moan to escape her lips.

Lifting her head with a gasp as the cool evening air hit her freshly bared skin, she dropped her foot and allowed the bryda to fall to the ground, riding cloak covering her down to her knees. It gave her time to reach out and slip his own black bryda down, before pulling him closer still. As his hands caressed her bared skin, the endal ran her hands up his bared torso, over his chest and across his shoulders. Resting her arms there, the redhead breathed heavily, nibbing his earlobe.

"Petching avora...do you know how hard its been to keep my memories of you from Turiska? I've had to save them, till she falls asleep." A soft breeze tickled his ear as she chuckled, leaving the image open for the archer.

[Kovac]

After Shayth pulled his bryda down, Kovac stepped out of it. unlike the cloaked redhead, the archer had not a stitch of clothes on aside from his boots. He felt exposed, the expectation that at any moment someone would looked down the darkened hallway sending a thrill of danger through his nerves, feeding his already feverish excitement. Kovac pressed against Shayth, the warmth of her skin on him as tantalizing as the feel of her teeth on his earlobe and the sound of her heaving breath in his ear. A slight, unseen grin crossed his mouth as the rider spoke her sultry hushed words, his supercharged libido fed by her confession. His head turned to place his own lips near her ear, his tongue darting out to trace its edge. His hoarse whisper brushed across her skin. "I have rather enjoyed the freedom to recall the memories of you and our night together....and to expound on them." He emitted a low, suggestive chuckle, his lips then marching down her neck in a trail of kisses. Anxious and driven to a dizzying desire to have all of her, Kovac pulled Shayth's right leg up, pressing her knee to his hip and leaned against the Endal. Half-lidded green eyes fixed on the Inarta's bright blue gaze, the Avora used his other hand to guide himself in with a satisfying, stifled groan. He shuddered at the sensation, having to steady his legs after a momentary weakness. His hand moved to rest against the wall for support as he began to move slowly, still gazing into Shayth's eyes.

[Shayth]

Closing her eyes, the redhead shivered as Kovac's words suggested things she could only imagine. His kisses were like torture and she enjoyed every minute of it. Pulling her head back so she could meet his rich green gaze, Shayth allowed him to lift her leg, knee bent and resting against his hip. The endal breathed heavily through parted lips, all the while keeping her eyes locked on his own intense gaze. There was a moment, before suddenly and deliciously, he entered.

Gasping softly at the welcome sensation, the rider held the back of his neck, tilting her hips upwards slightly to allow ease of movement. Petching hell, she had wanted this, needed this. Every nerve, every fibre of her being focused on the steady slow movements between them. The electrifying hold of his gaze only served to intensify the sensations, and Shayth fought to keep from rolling her eyes shut and simply giving in. She had missed him, begrudgingly and with fiery anger, the endal knew she felt more than a physical connection with the archer. Absence had made her feelings stronger, and the memories she suppressed only egged on her need to see him again. It was some sick, twisted fate that had them here. There were consequences, problems. But, petch it all, Shayth would risk it.

Groaning, the cloaked rider grit her teeth to stop herself from becoming any louder, knowing it was going to be hard. It was only the darkness that saved them if someone were to see. The danger only served to make her excitement worse, and another forcibly suppressed moan escaped between her teeth.

[Kovac]

Kovac took advantage of Shayth's manuever, the urgency of the moment compelling him to maintain a hasty rhythm. His eyes remained locked on the redhead's, the archer too was captivated by the surprising intensity of the gaze they shared. Kovac struggled to hold her smoldering azure eyes even his lids slid half closed In ecstasy. His eyes had ceased to dart down the hall, Shayth now the center of everything. The Avora sank into her eyes, finding himself unwillingly lost in them. "Put your arms around my neck." He commanded, never turning from her gaze. His hand moved to her arse, splaying out and lifting her off her feet. The archer leaned back to balance Shayth, allowing her to now dictate the pace of their lovemaking. Kovac, stifling grunts, gave himself over to the Endal. Through the carnal pleasures they now indulged in, the half-blood could no longer deny what the Rider made him feel. Since they were last together, he had intentionally frequented the places he thought she might appear. His preoccupation with seeing her again was a thorn in his side that finally drove him to venture to her aerie. Finally, Kovac gave in and closed his eyes in delight, his head pressing against her chest, focusing on the heat of their union, a tightness building in his core.

[Shayth]

Unquestioning, Shayth moved to wrap her arms around the avora's neck. It didn't even register to protest - his tone so direct and overwhelming in their intimacy. As he shifted, lifting her up, the rider locked her ankles together behind him. The angle, and the pressure were so much different, and using her strong legs the redhead found she was able to easily control their movements. Lips parted and breathing heavy, she increased the pace. As Kovac finally released her gaze, Shayth let her head lean back as she moved with a fervent tempo. Quickly, and without so much as a warning, the endal found herself there, a strangulated cry fighting against clamped teeth and body tensing as shockwaves ran through her.

Fingernails dug into the archers skin as a shudder ran through the woman. She'd been thinking about this moment for so long that when it finally came, it all but overwhelmed her. Gasping for breath, she continued to ride the sensation. 

[Kovac]

Shayth took to the curious position with enthusiasm, leaving Kovac panting and straining to keep the two frantic lovers upright. The Rider was strong and did not disappoint the archer with the fervor of her movements. His head raised to see Shayth, the face of the woman he had longed to see again twisted in ecstasy. The typically selfish Avora found an excitement in knowing Shayth's pleasure, and as he sensed her rise to her moment, Kovac's own movements intensified, bringing him to join the beautiful Endal in a shared culmination, the gutteral and high pitched sounds of which the lovers could barely suppress. After a moment of euphoric stillness, the soft sound of heavy breathes hanging in the darkened hallway, Kovac eased the tall woman back to her feet. The Avora scrambled to don his bryda, an uncontainable grin shooting towards Shayth as he fastened his knife belt. As he watched her, he smiled rakishly. Kovac knew now, after seeing her again, that he harbored affections for the Rider beyond simple sexual attraction. It was an emotion he would guard well, still reluctant to give anything of himself away, still stinging from his past treacherous love. But he knew this too, that he would not be satisfied to be apart from her for long. His body still tingling, flooded with the mix of emotion and hormones their lovemaking hand released, Kovac stepped in to kiss Shayth deeply. He pulled back, meeting her eyes, the bright blue somehow still visible in the dim corridor. "Shayth..." his eyes darted to the full lips he had just tasted, then back to her captivating gaze, "...Don't make me come looking for you again!" His voice was hushed and teasing. He wanted to ask when he could see her again, how they could meet, but his ego would not allow him to sound so desperate, so he held his tongue, but not before blurting out, "You have become quite a distraction for me, dear Rider, one that I have grown accustomed to suffering."

[Shayth]

Shayth panted in the darkness as they stilled, feeling a sort of languid high as he lowered her again. Moving to put her own bryda back on, she caught the wicked grin and smiled back. Straightening, the woman smoothed out her hair and pulled down her cloak. Yet again, the intensity of their connection escaped her mind. It was like being without a limb when Kovac was gone. Still, the endal wouldn't go confessing her....lo-...like...of the avora like some teenage giggling girl. It wasn't like her. And Turiska still hung in the air like some ever watchful chaperone. A chaperone that would tear ones head off and eat one's insides.

Caught off guard by his kiss, Shayth quickly melted into it, her body already responding. That surprised her, and with a little internal scolding, she restrained the urge to act upon it. After all, they had only just stopped. It was dangerous enough as it was. As he pulled back and spoke, the rider grinned again, an eyebrow raised.

"Maybe I want to keep you on your toes?" She said with a hushed laugh, before reaching to pull up the hood of her cloak - hiding her thick red hair and shadowing her bright blue eyes. Unbidden, she blushed at his last sentence. For a moment, she opened her mouth to say something smart, but instead she simply looked up at him. Silent for a chime, she took his hand.

"Come on, lets get something to eat. Turiska knows I was going to eat. I still have time. I just...have to come home." She smiled again, moving to lead him out of the corridor. As they reached the light, she dropped his hand and walked with her head high. There was no reason a rider and an archer wouldn't walk together. A rider and a drudge well....there were some lines Shayth wouldn't cross.

[Kovac]

The rider and archer exchanged wry grins and stifled mischievous laughs, both still breathing heavily from their passionate encounter. The roles between them seemed to swing from one to the other, at times Kovac commanding dominance over the Endal, other times Shayth would exert her authority over the Avora. Kovac had found he enjoyed either role, as long as it involved the tall red-headed beauty. Shayth's hand in his felt...unfamiliar. Since Kalle had left him, Kovac had not been close enough to anyone to hold hands. It was funny, he thought, that the simple contact of his hand with Shayth's held so much more significance than entire nights spent in the arms of other nameless women. The notion was quaint, almost juvenile, and he enjoyed it thoroughly, giving the rider's hand a firm squeeze. Once the lovers entered the main hallway, they became all business. Kovac retained his sly smile though, unable to resist as he strode towards the kitchens with the proud inarta by his side. He still felt the high of their tryst, the anxiety over Turiska fading the further they moved away from the sleeping wind eagle. He wasn't quite sure what was happening, between he and Shayth, or maybe he did, and simply could not admit it.