Precious Pain (Kovac)

[Shayth]

Shayth grinned as the avora teased her back, feigning a face of hurt as he threw back her comment. Keeping her hands fimrly on her hips, the endal's blue eyes held his own as Kovac's hand caressed her stomach and navel, before stroking the soft lobes of her ears. To say the touch of his hand was like wanton torture would be a fair comment, and it was with a slight flutter in her pulse the redhead kept herself incheck has his finger tickled her lips.

Parting them, she allowed his finger entrance, slightly surprised at the suggestion she piece her tounge. It was...an interesting idea. Shayth couldn't recall ever seeing it - although it had to exist. The thought appealed to her a lot. Unable to resist, the rider closed her lips around his finger and suckled it firmly, before nipping it with her teeth playfully. 

"All good ideas, thanks for sharing." She said with a grin as she pulled back on his pointer. Pushing his hand away, Shayth lifted her own hand to run it over the hard plane of his chest and the firm muscle of his shoulder.

"I've always thought a tattoo right here would suit you. Something...manly." The rider said with a cheeky grin, before poking him with her index finger.

"Whether you could pull off manly well...one can only hope." Giggling, Shayth took a few steps away from the range of his hands and kept her distance. She had started the day in a good mood, and quickly it had returned. The rider felt playful and free, away from the airee and the people. It was obvious she wasn't going to let Kovac have another free touch without a chase.

[Kovac]

The Shayth that now stood before him, seductively sucking on his finger, was far from the one he met that day on the archery range last summer. Or, perhaps she was just different from the arrogant endal he had seen her to be. She was all he had perceived her to be, proud, demanding, short-tempered. But Kovac, in his own pride, attributed her playfulness and sexual awakening to his own influence in her life. Has the rider's hand ran across the muscles of his shoulder, he considered her suggestion. A tattoo. It had appeal, Kovac would admit. It did carry a stigma that the bearer was some kind of rebel, someone not to be trifled with. He liked that. And if Shayth thought it would look good...well, that carried some weight. Her sarcastic comment urged him to reach out and snag her wrist, which would be followed by some form of measured retaliation. But the endal slipped away before he could grab her, and instead he placed his hands on his hips, shaking his head and smiling. "You question the masculinity of the man who has proven his virility over and over in your very bedchamber? I would be more concerned that other female riders would ply me with wine and sweets to seduce me into 'instructing' them as well. Not that they have any chance to succeed. Not when I could have a bejeweled, inked endal goddess of my own." Kovac winked. "Now...you mentioned tattoos as well." He approached Shayth slowly and smoothly, turning before he drew up close too her. "Your vinati exposes a fine canvas of unblemished flesh for a good artist to utilize." The avora stepped to her side, and slightly behind the rider, where she could still see him. His forefinger traced an line arcross the top of her back, shoulder to shoulder. "Here..." he suggested. Then his finger trailed down the grove at the center of her back until he reached the lowest valley, just as the curve that became her rear lay exposed above the hem of her bryda. "and here." That one was a personal preference, one to view during his most favorite times. Stepping back, Kovac's grin persisted, his arms crossing over his chest as he looked at Shayth, waiting for her response.

[Shayth]

Shayth's blue eyes turned hard for a moment as the half-breed mentioned the possibilty of other women, playful mood stumbling slightly. It was still a sore topic for the endal, but it was quickly passed as yet again the avora laid on his michevious charm. Watching Kovac as he approached, the rider allowed him to come up behind her, muscles tensed and ready to move if he decided to join her playful mood.

Instead, he spoke about her skin, an open canvas. A finger trailed across the bared, golden skin over her shoulders before finding its way along her spine and back across the sensitive flesh of her lower back. As she felt him move back, the woman turned her head to look at him over her shoulder. A devious smile came to her ruby lips as she glanced him over. It was a most entertaining view. Turning around fully, the redhead approached him with a slow walk. Reaching the avora, Shayth reached up to tuck her hair behind one ear.

"So you think here," Closing the distance between them, the endal kissed him sensually, tounge seeking to entwine with his, before pulling back slowly.

"And here," She whispered, moving to breathe softly in the avora's ear and nip his earlobe playfully.

"And of course here," Reaching for his hand, the rider pressed his hand to her abdomen, moving it across her warm skin and around to the small of her back. Lifting an arm, Shayth drapped it around his shoulders and dragged her nails lightly over them. Still smiling, her skyblue eyes stared into his forest green ones, captivated and predatory all at once.

"Sound like good choices," Her voice was quiet, muttered between them. Playfully, Shayth moved to kiss him, stopping only a hairs breath from his lips, warm breath caressing his mouth. Chuckling, the endal pulled away, trailing her fingertips down his arm and looking at him through a curtain of thick scarlett tresses as her hair slipped from behind her ear. She didn't stop moving away, downstream towards the valley, looking back at him with the same devilish smile.

"Can you handle some stranger putting his hands on me though? I imagine it will be painful, and he will have to help me through it. Why, I've heard some people form very close relationships with their..artists." Still she walked away, and he would either have to follow her or find a way to catch up with her.

[Kovac]

Certainly neither the inarta rider nor the half-blooded archer could deny that the very subject drew them once again into the sensual game they both seemed to love. Discussion of adorning the soft sensitive aspects of Shayth's body with art and jewelry triggered visceral reactions in both endal and avora, stoked by the natural chemistry the unlikely pair shared. Kovac was a bundle of sensory heightened nerves, hopelessly fed by Shayth's seductive behavior. But the all-to-common situation was as much a contest as it was a seduction. So both participants carefully engaged the other, a tit-for-tat of pressing the envelope, but not giving in. That went for both the discussion at hand and the intimate encounter they both knew was coming. As the statuesque rider reviewed Kovac's suggestions for tattoo and piercing locations, the archer simply drank her in. Her deep kiss, her warm touch, the soft purr of her voice that he told himself she only used for him, all soaked up by the roguish archer. His grin remained, but his anticipatory trembling was carefully concealed with a confessed need for her and a curse that such a need existed. Tease. Petching Tease. Kovac laughed to himself as the tall redhead strolled away, turning her back to him. She knew he would follow, and surely he would have a response to her goading comment. Goad him it did, the phrase 'some stranger putting his hands on me' did not sit well with the avora, a thought that made him grimace at some unseen man with a tattoo needle in one hand and the other on Shayth's ass. It was a good jab, and he would not let it go unanswered. "Of course, I would have to accompany you. Certainly you would want someone there on your behalf to ensure the artist is performing quality work. And I do believe there is at least one female tattooist in Wind Reach, a skilled artist, who practices her art unhindered by a vinati, if I recall." It was a stretch, in actuality. Kovac had seen the girl, attractive for sure, but the bit about tattooing topless was more his imagination than reality. A cheap embellishment that only belied the agitation the inarta's comment had stirred. Shayth's strides were as long, if not longer, than Kovac's, and the man stretched his gait to catch up hoping to avoid the appearance of running after her. The nature of their castes lent to the supposition that the relationship between the avora and the endal was akin to a dog and his master. Kovac was no one's dog, apart from the occasions of which he behaved so willingly. Prying eyes grew distant as the two of them headed into the valley. In an uncustomary gesture, Kovac reached to take Shayth's hand, entwining his fingers with hers. For all his surliness and canker, the avora was also a musician, an artist of a sort, who could appreciate the beauty of a summer afternoon in the green crater of Mount Skyinarta, with a delicious woman on his arm. Though his mind was fixed upon carnal things, there may have been, in the pit of his heart, a touch of romance struggling feebly to emerge.

[Shayth]

Shayth laughed as Kovac mentioned a female artist, the image of a woman sitting naked from the waist up ready to tattoo her more bemusing then erotic to the rider. Kovac's steps behind her as they walked further into the valley gave the endal a shiver up her spine. The avora was no man's - or woman's - slave or pet. He was mischevious , bold, brash and assertive to boot. Shayth thrived on his rebellious streak, her own personal living breathing bad seed - the live she didn't get to live now brought forth.

Finally, he had caught her, and in a surprizing gesture he took her hand gently in his. Shayth's smile dissapeared as she looked doen at his fingers entwined in hers. It was a gesture of affection, of romance. Something hidden inside the man that very rarely emerged. The redheaded endal felt suddenly humbled by the man. They were passion, fire, lust and impulsivness incarnated. To show...love. To feel it, was like a foriegn language. Unfamiliar, slightly frightening and very new. Shayth looked away, cheeks red, before smiling a little.

"I should come find you for shopping advice more often." The endal said, guiding him toward the shade of a small grove of birch. Pulling on his hand gently, the proud rider pressed her lips against his in a firm, long, satisfying kiss. As the afternoon wore on, the rider and the avora showed their affections to each other, knowing actions sometimes spoke louder than words....