Completed Guilty Pleasures [Markus]

[Raven Nightfoot]

41st of Summer, 509AV "This is getting easier by the day." said the dark haired woman as she strolled through one of the busy streets in the Fortress City while proudly inspecting her newest acquisition, a half filled coin purse that she had snatched from a well-off looking man only a chime or two ago. Raven had been having a particularly good week, beginning the day after she returned from her trip to The Sukina Geysers with the incredibly handsome, albeit annoying emerald eyed squire named Markus. The destination had turned out to be underwhelming but the events that took place between them and the safety of Syliras had been more than compensating. The young thief and squire had gotten into some trouble with three bandits and had had some naked fun of their own by a lake, which turned out to have been Markus' first time with a woman. These events had served as a welcome interlude from the annoyance that the two young adults so obviously felt for each other, they're personalities just clashed...and so did their bodies. Since her return from her trip, Raven's parents had clearly gotten the news that their daughter was more than capable of looking after herself during her trip and the Nightfoots had finally relinquished their strict hold on their daughter and given them their blessing to leave to wherever she wished, except Ravok, she was forbidden from ever going anywhere near 'The Evil City' which of course meant that the rebellious Raven had every intention of going there. Today however, had been nothing out of the ordinary for the amber eyed thief as she had gone about her day as usual and was now prowling the streets for pockets in need of relief, she had to start saving up for her travels after all. Raven's parents may have given her their blessing, but they certainly hadn't given her their gold, no, the Nightfoots had forced financial independence on their daughter a few years ago when she'd made it clear that she had no desire to join the knighthood and wanted to move into her own apartment. So, ever since then she'd been living on her own and doing odd jobs, amongst picking pockets, to maintain her independent lifestyle. Her most recent victim had been all too easy, the slightly overweight man had been strutting down the street happily singing to himself when the young thief had casually strolled up beside him and matched his speed as her hand dipped carefully into his pocket and slowly lifted the material bag until it was free of the large man and in her possession. She passed a produce store and noticed that the owner was busy trying to haggle a customer and so she casually swiped an apple as well, bringing it to her lips and taking a large bite before handing it to a little boy as he passed by. She wasn't hungry at all, in fact, the only reason she had stolen the apple was simply, because she could. The satisfied smirk blood red painted lips widened as she confidently strutted down the busy street, not going unnoticed by the majority of men that she passed by. Several of the men made comments, most of which were targeted at her tight black leather attire, but she payed them no mind, hips swaying and amber eyes casually searching the crowd for her next target.

[Markus Andres]

When the squire had noticed the theft he had almost broken a table in his rage. A chair had been flung across the room in unrestricted display of outrage. A fist had hammered into the table, one leg almost buckled under the weight of his body and strength behind those massive arms.

That had been days ago. Almost seven days had passed and there was still anger simmering behind those dark emerald eyes. It was not the loss of gold, that did not matter to him, it was the act itself. They had been buddies in combat. Fought alongside each other. She had taken his virginity. But for her it had not been enough, her greedy little self had also seen to it that she had taken his gold. The act, itself. Infuriated him beyond reason. The intensity with which Markus had glared at his master when they had been having classes. Teaching him the virtues of the gods, the morality of the knights. For Markus had been bed-ridden for close to five days since that trip. His ankle been a mess and only then had he been able to leave his room. A healer could have taken care of the injury, but after having been reassured it would heal on its own, Stern Mason had chosen it as a good opportunity to teach Markus to take care of himself. His outrage at the theft had probably added another day of recovery. Even as he walked now, he felt a dull lingering pain. But that was most likely from the previous days training with his master. As was the fresh bruise on his ribcage. Apparently leather armour wasn't all that great at stopping a pommel. Especially not to the ribs. Markus wore his regular clothes, dark green cotton blouse and a matching pair of trousers. Dark blonde hair a mess on his head. Every strand choosing a chaotic direction. He did not particularly care. For the smouldering anger had spotted the target.

The familiar sway of her hips. The leather. His heartbeat rose as he was reminded. The way she moved through the crowd. The centre of attention, yet Markus saw through the act. Saw her had swipe an apple from a stand. A hand went into his pocket and a silver miza was placed on the stand. More than enough to cover the cost of an apple. He assumed. Rare he bought those himself, the knights often provided him with dinner. If not, the owner, who also had seen the blatant display of theft would have to chastise him for more gold, he did not particular care, gold and silver mattered little to the squire. Only silver he cared about was the pins on a knight's shoulder.

"Sorry, she's a bit... of a bitch." Markus spoke honestly to the man as he placed the coins he demanded in repayment. Before Markus was after the woman again before she got herself into more trouble. She was a thief, more than a thief, a poor one. He owed her a great deal for taking him back to the city when he knew her rotten core might as well left him out there to fend for himself. Plus, he had lingering dreams about their encounter by the lake that had been hard to knock out of his mind. Especially in the lone bells when he had been unable to walk with the injured ankle. Guilt raked him every time.

The squire walked faster, saw the stolen apple in the hands of a child and shook his head. She stole for the pleasure of it? Or just because?

Petch me...

Once he reached her, his hand closed around her upper arm. "Follow me if you know what is best for you, Raven." The word Princess was almost added, but he refrained. Such playful attacks could come latter, at the moment he wasn't in the mood for her anger. He would lead her away from the market and to a more secluded place. Less ears to hear. Less eyes lingered on her bum. His strong arm would not let go of her until they were more private and then he would press her against the wall. An arm across her upper body. Parallel with the collar bones. Smouldering eyes staring into her amber eyes.

"You having fun?" He hissed, voice barely more than a whisper.

[Raven Nightfoot]

Raven's face went from the usual self satisfied smirk to an annoyed expression the moment she felt a hand grasp at tightly around her upper arm. Mid-length dark hair whipped around as she turned to see the man that dared violate her personal space so rudely, whoever he was, this was the wrong tactic to attract a young woman. However her expression quickly changed when her amber eyes finally fell on the man's face, beautiful emerald eyes, messy dark blonde hair and the way he loomed over her, it took the young thief only a moment to realise who it was and by then he was already speaking. She followed nervously, worried that he would take her to the authorities, had she finally been caught? No. Best to fake innocence until she couldn't anymore. "I missed you too, handsome." she said as he dragged her into a more secluded area. Did he intend to rough her up a bit? No. She didn't think he was capable of that, though she could be wrong, she'd seen the enjoyment in his eyes when he broke that bandits nose. No. A small shake of her head to rid her mind of such thoughts, she needed to concentrate on the situation at hand, search for opportunities for escape, be it physical or figuratively. "You having fun?" The words came as he pressed her against a wall, his emerald eyes burning into hers. It was time to wear him down with some womanly charm. "I am now." she teased, returning his smouldering gaze with her own, only hers was filled with both amusement and lust, her sultry smirk appearing on her face. "Couldn't get me off your mind?" her eyes went to his lips as she bit her own, unable to move much because of his restraining arm, so instead she lifted her leg, running it a long his upper thigh. With any luck, he might decide to release her with a final warning, with a bit more luck, she might have something to do for the day. The close proximity along with those emerald eyes and the feeling of his muscled leg against hers was enough to bring about memories of their time in and by the lake. Thoughts of his muscled naked body that lingered so near to hers, concealed only by a few layers of clothing. Thoughts of his lips that lingered just out of reach of her own, her mind recalling the taste of them, a sensation she had reminisced about several times since the two last saw each other. Even now, in this potentially dangerous position, her lust for Markus' body began to rise to the surface. Hopefully it would make her seductive act that much more effective, hopefully.

[Markus Andres]

The squire had not forgotten the scent of the woman in his face, nor had he forgotten that sultry look in her eyes. It had been his only company in long dark nights when anger had kept him awake. Though it did not help him resist it when it appeared so close to him. Her teasing tone, the nickname she probably used to entice young men that fancied her eyes. Handsome. Oh how he had believed those words were special when she spoke them to him. Today, they just annoyed him, reminded him of how treacherous the woman could be. The teasing tone, the amusement and lust on her face threw him off for a moment. Amusement he could understand, she probably found his fury amusing. But did she also find it attractive? Eyes betrayed him by going to her lips, the teasing curl there so familiar. So annoying. So enticing. The second act, the accusing question. Asking a question she knew the answer two, why else would he be here pressing her against a wall. Her intention was clear, to seduce him and become her playtoy again.

He would not stand for it, he may not have her deceptive mind, nor her obvious distasteful lack of morals. But he did have the truth. Spoken softly the truth could burn through any deception. Force the wicked into retreat and let the glorious sons of Tyveth stand their place under his eternal grace. Her thigh against his, the way she reminded him of their moment by the lake. As if he needed a reminder of that moment. Raven had a powerful tool at her disposal and she, if anything, knew how to work it to a tee. Markus thoughts got sidetracked as his eyes went to her thigh. Leather stretched across. The touch against his leg. Though when his eyes returned to her sultry lips and smouldering eyes. He leaned in close to her lips, so enticing. So easy to give into temptation. Taste her lips again, feel the pressure, the softness. The intimacy and the promise of more. He could see a desire in her eyes. The simmering attraction to him. The playing field was not as uneven as he had thought. He turned his head and leaned closer, cheeks brushing and instead of going to her lips, he found her ear. Closer, very close. He could feel her warmth against his cheek.

"I know what you did, thief." A soft whisper into her ear. Her scent, stronger this close to her - the curl of his lips as she probably realized that she could not get out of this one that easily. "Ever seen the Tank?" He asked, voice oddly innocent, sounded as if he was merely curious, though if she could see the smile on his lips, she would know there had been nothing innocent about the remark. The pressure against her torso became a little harder, could be no doubt that the squire was enjoying himself. Especially as his warm breath blew over her exposed neck. He would have to control himself, not give into her seductive charm.

[Raven Nightfoot]

The young thief could literally see the effect her gestures had on the squire, see his mind drift to dirtier thoughts, see the conflict in his eyes and she loved it. She loved the idea of being in control. Watching as he picked up every bread crumb she left for him, following the path that she layed out. Unfortunately, it wasn't long before Markus decided to join in on the game of seduction, much to her dismay. The handsome squire leaned in, for a kiss she assumed, her eyes closing and lips puckering in anticipation as she tried to resist the satisfied smirk which begged to be expressed, once again he had given in, once again she had one. But, that wasn't how it played out, not at all. Instead the squires lips went to whisper into her ear, catching her by surprise. Sure, she'd figured that he'd figured out that she'd stolen from him, but the mention of The Tank worried her slightly, would he really give her up? He was part of the rigid Knighthood after all, even if he was only a squire. The flash of shock disappeared from her face only moments after appearing as Raven returned to her usual confident composure, although by now, nerves were definitely beginning to pick at her thoughts. His warm breath on her neck drew a soft, barely audible moan from her lips, although once it was out she decided she liked the way it complimented her suggestive behaviour and judging by the feel of him against her body, so did Markus. She returned his heated breaths on her neck with her own, pressing her smooth soft cheek against his as she extended her tongue to lick gently up his jawline, stopping just beneath his ear. "I have actually..." she started in a whisper of her own. It was the truth, herself and her good friend Savio had gotten into some trouble one night and been thrown in The Tank, the community service that had followed was less than pleasant although a great personal memory. "...Can't say I enjoyed it though." Her first(registered) transgression may have incurred minor punishments, but she certainly didn't want to push her luck and see if she'd be able to get away with a slap on the wrist for her second. Raven would have to play her cards even more carefully.

[Markus Andres]

The squire had seen her puckered lips. As he neared her. It took every ounce of willpower to not kiss them and get this charade over with. Get to something more pleasurable. The only good thing he could think of doing in her company. His small movement had worked and she had thought he found her irresistible. Something that was not too far from the truth. Her thigh against his. The smell. The touch of her cheek. Warmth of her body. But to have her believe him, it brought a smirk to his lips. His words had the intended effect. It was hard to hide shock at this close proximity. He heard the subtle change in her breathing. Did he have the woman cornered now? Just move in for the kill and leave her craving him more than he craved her. He heard the soft moan from her lips and the noise brought back a fond image of the two lying on the lake bed. The woman followed up the suggestive sound with a brush of her cheek against his. He closed his eyes as he tried to recover his composure. He had her cornered, not the other way around. Then she upped the ante. Her tongue touching his jawline. Thwarting his plans.

He saw it as a small victory and a defeat. The little soft moan from his lips was the defeat. The victory was that she had given in first, used her tongue to make him feel uncomfortably aroused. His breathing became faster despite of his best attempts to keep it calm and collected. When she spoke, a part of him found it easier to resist her seductive attempts, she had been to the tank before. A criminal, that he knew, but a known criminal. It also made him curious. About what she had been caught for - probably nothing too serious. Still, eyes lingered on her neck, fighting the urge to both kiss it and ask her about the trip to the tank. Showing interest might give her the upper hand. It was a precarious walk.

"A simple apology and you might avoid revisiting the place." He whispered softly. the hand not pressed against her chest found her raised thigh and slid up the underside of the stretched leather the woman seemed so fond of wearing. Gripping the back of her thigh firmly. Gods above, this woman. The other arm stopped pinning her against the wall. With his hand against her thigh, stroking it absent-minded, she would not escape. Plus, he had more things to do with that arm to up the ante later. One hand on her thigh, reminiscent of when he had lifted her in the lake. More images of the wonderful brief time the two had not been enemies flooded his mind. "And I expect you to repay every coin you have taken, thief." Whispered before he nibbled on her earlobe. Hoping to drive the woman mad with lust. Annoyed as he was with the woman and her utter lack of morals, she had something else he deeply desired.

Petch, I am losing it...

Another deep breath to calm him, another inhale of her scent and it did not make it easier to calm himself. His only hope was to drive her over the edge before him. A part of him hated he loved this little competition between them.

[Raven Nightfoot]

Their battle of seduction continued, every move seemingly putting one in the lead until the retort made it seem the other way around. It was a thin ledge they were walking on, at any moment either one of them could fall off, give in to the building lust. Gods, did he have to be so resistant. Her little lick drew a moan from him and she could hear his breathing quicken, her smirk returning for a short moment. His words whispered in her ear along with his free hand grasping at her thigh, holding it in place just like he had done that day by the lake. Heat flared yet again, the tight black leather was basically a second skin and his hand sent sensations up her leg. "We both know you want a lot more than an apology." she whispered into his ear as he removed his restricting arm from her upper body. Finally. Her now free hands went to clasp tightly at the bare skin of his waist beneath his shirt, before sliding up his abdomen slowly and coming to rest on his chest. The move had been counter productive, because in trying to entice him with her hands, she'd instead made things harder for herself. The feel of his firm skin and the muscles it covered sending a rush of memories into her mind yet again. Markus comment about repaying her came as a blessing in disguise, sobering her up slightly as she was reminded of her achievement of robbing the squire, an achievement that would be null and void if she returned his money, although his nibbling on her lip threw her right back into the fire, another genuine moan escaping her lips. One of her hands slid up the his chest to wrap around his neck, pressing their bodies even tighter together than they already were, "If anyone's in debt, it's you. If not for me, who's memories would keep you company at night?" she teased again, she'd taken his virginity, she'd always have that over him. She took a cautioning breath, to try and clear the fog from her mind, in an attempt to gather her thoughts, she had to make him cave, make him give in to her once again, make him so grateful for her company that he gave up on his request for her to return his coin. "But..." she started as her hand that was still on his chest slid out of his shirt, the other still tightly around his neck. "...if you're in need of a reminder, I'd be happy to oblige." she said into his ear, though not in a whisper, rather in a low lustful tone. As she spoke her free hand came to rub at his inner thigh, only inches away from him, she could feel the heat on her hand, coming in waves.

[Markus Andres]

The squire found it next to impossible to resist the woman when her hands slid up his chest. Her touch, the way he could feel her lust for him rise as she felt his body. The simplicity in her firm grip on his body. The slender fingers sliding up against a hard body. What was it about this woman that drove him so wild he couldn't push her out of his mind. Words were spoken from his lips, lips then used to entice the woman more. Weakened by her touch he broke his idea of letting her go for the first kiss. Let her be the one to be the aggressor, the weak willed one. Her question, simple, denying his right to have the gold back. Subdued the desire for her, reminded him of her crooked personality. A bitter smile on his lips, knowing the reprieve from her seductive touch and words would be short. For he could not pull himself away. Too engrossed in her scent, the seductive tone in her voice... The powerful lust for her body. He had no words, nothing to counter her challenge with, for she had struck the truth, the brief intimacy in their encounter had been the driving force behind him not going insane with boredom.

A warm breath fell on her bare neck. A hand moved from his chest. A part of him knew not what would come next and it left him tingling with a hopeful anticipation of another unforgettable touch. When she spoke into his ears. Revealing her willingness to give him another pleasant memory. Another unforgettable moment with the two intertwined. He couldn't resist any longer, especially not when the tingling anticipation reached full fruition with her free hand moving so close to his erection. With a brief inhale of air through the nose. He fought her hand around his neck, turned his face to the woman. He didn't have any words to speak, they would have been little more than a groan of lust for the woman. A kiss or two against her jawline, impatient to reach her mouth. Eyes closed as he reached the sultry lips, he did not need to see them to know how they were probably curled in victory. He had given in, he didn't even care. The prize for winning was the same as the consolation prize for the loser.

Lips found hers. Pressing against them full of lust, mixed in with annoyance and anger that had not found release yet. The woman infuriated him as she drove him mad with desire. His free hand found her grounded leg. Slid down the side of the leg. Quickly, impatiently before he found the bend in her leg. The arm holding her thigh tightened the grip as it aided the other arm in lifting the woman. Pushing her against the back wall. Pining her once more, this time with his body and mouth. Her arm at his inner thigh, annoyingly in the way. The last thing separating their bodies from pressing against each other fully. His tongue came out, placed a wet trail as he broke the kiss and lips and tongue brushed by her cheek.

"Where do you live?" A hushed tone, the woman may have the body of a goddess, but the squire was still mindful of their location. She might do many things, but he would still not bed her in a public place. He only hoped she lived someplace close and alone for that matter. His head would dip low again push up her neck and his passionate lips press against her tender neck.

[Raven Nightfoot]

There was a small moment of worry after she spoke, as she felt the squire fighting her grasp on his neck to pull away, worry that she might have said something off putting and doused his desire, but that worry very quickly turned to pride. A victorious smirk appeared on her lips as she felt his rushed kisses on her cheek, eager to reach her lips. Her eyes were already closed as she enjoyed the approaching sensations, the anticipation of his lips against hers yet again. When his lips finally did crush against hers with pent up passion, she couldn't stop herself from releasing a soft satisfied moan into the kiss, her own lips pressing back against his with equal force. After all, the battle still raged on, only the weapons had changed. When his hand began sliding down her free leg she already knew what would come next, it had happened before and was confirmed as he lifted her off the ground and pinned her body against the wall with his own beautiful muscled form as the kisses continued, passion growing by the second, arousal flaring. Raven quickly realised that her arm was the only thing keeping their bodies seperated and withdrew it, grazing his manhood on it's way up to his neck. The moment her arm was out of the way, he was against her, she could feel his hard muscles against her tight clothing, the pressure alone drawing a small moan. "Where do you live?" The question drew a soft breathy laugh from Raven's lips at his eagerness, but then again, she was just as eager, if not more. A small annoyed sigh followed soon after as she realised the distance between them and her apartment, the third tier was way too far for the way she was feeling right now. "Too far." she said in a disappointed tone as she took a breath to try and clear her mind. Luckily for the both of them, the fresh air seemed to bring with it an idea, and Raven's body perked up slightly, her smile widening before she spoke to his ear, his lips and tongue on her cheek forcing her eyes to stay closed in enjoyment. "The Soothing Waters are the closest place..." she suggested as she lowered her hands to press against his chest, forcing their bodies apart so she could hop down onto the ground. The young woman wasted no time at all before strutting off in the direction of The Soothing Waters, clearly in a hurry to heat things up with Markus. She allowed her hips to sway freely, knowing the aroused squire was right behind, she'd already made him cave, but that didn't mean she couldn't add more fuel to his raging fire. After all, the larger his fire, the better her pleasure.

[Markus Andres]

The moan he received as their lips pressed against each other. The eagerness in her touch. The passion hidden in those intoxicating lips. Almost enough to forget the worry of them being in a public place. He moaned harshly when her hand grazed by his manhood. Eyes closed. Her recognizable scent lingered in every breath and upon his lips. As those lips grazed and brushed against her smooth delicate neck he heard the laughter. Had she been leading him on again? Getting his arousal awoken only for her to leave? By the gods he feared that to be true. It would not be against the woman to do something to despicable. Had already been done once. The mere thought was enough to drain some of his desire and replace it with unmerited anger.

The woman spoke then. The disappointment in her voice struck him hard. The words, just as hard. The lips stopped moving along her neck and cheek. Stunned by the revelation that he would have to wait long. An impossible prospect in his current state of arousal. But the woman, obviously possessing a clearer mind than his suggested a place that Markus would not have thought of. A grunted in approval as the woman pushed him back. His hands sliding against her thighs as she did so. Seeing the attractive woman before him, sultry look in her eyes. Impatient as he to be rid of their clothes. She moved swiftly by him, he turned to follow and had to gulp hard when Raven gave him a show for gods. The sway of her perfect hips as she walked away. He followed her then, perhaps like a dog, but he didn't care in the moment. Eyes and mind full of something else. And it swayed right there before him. Before long, they were there. Before the desk. Markus with half a mind on the amount of gold mizas placed them on the desk. Words for a private bath were spoken and to his surprise, the man behind the counter didn't smirk or even change an expression. Perhaps only the subtle change in his voice could alert Markus that what he was ordering, was as usual as buying bread at the bakery. They were shown to the changing rooms. Separated from one another, Markus was quick to disrobe and put his things in the locker. Move on to the private bathing areas. For two reasons, one he had a raging erection and it felt wrong to have that in a changing room full of men. Two, he wanted Raven and he wanted her now.

Surprised that he made it to the room before her he slowly lowered himself into the heated water. Found a place by the edge and muscular arms resting against the edge. Warm. Comfortable. Eyes impatiently on the only entrance. Waiting for the goddess to appear.