[ The bite of the air is largely forgotten, at least for Robyn, as the heat between them continues to build. There's a pleased little exhale as he moves a hand to her breast, and then it hitches upward, nearly shuddering, when his fingers find their way beneath her own trousers. The core of her thrums against him, already aching for his attentions, and she nearly bucks against him as her desire swells yet again.
She's torn immensely between wanting to tear off all their clothes and straddle him, and continuing to pleasure each other as they are in this moment, and the immediacy of the reward of his touch wins out...for now. ]
Anything? [ It's a little teasing, and a little warning, too. With so much time to dream up new ideas and positions for the pair of them, she'd certainly be able to make good on his words. ] Maybe I'll - mm, tell you about some of the things I've imagined for us. Or - show you.
[ For now, though, she's wholly focused on his cock in her hand, encouraging, enticing. Spurring him on with the promise of more, and - eventually - the promise of overdue release. ]
[His thumb brushes over her nipple as the fingers of his hand cup beneath her breast and along her side, holding her close. His other hand continues to busy itself in her trousers, fingers sliding back along her opening, one of them pressing up to gather slick along her center and draw it back forward to circle teasingly at her clit.
From her reply, he could back down, tell her not anything exactly, but that wouldn't quite be true. He would give her anything, he trusts her wholly and implicitly. If there's anything that would make her happy, he'd do whatever it took to give it to her. So instead, he just hums happily and nods, a smirk on his lips as he presses his cheek to her own.]
Oh? There's an idea...[He shivers as her hand strokes at him again, his body arching forward into her touch.]
[ Maker. She's deeply torn between the primal desire she feels at reuniting physically with Alistair, and the notion of leading him off somewhere a touch more private to act on some of the ideas she has for the pair of them. His fingers at her clit are insistent, though, and she isn't sure she could will her body away from his touch for even a moment at this point. Not with the core of her burning, pulsing against him, begging without words for more. ]
I can barely - mm, manage to speak at all, damn you. [ She grins, wild and bright, as her breath comes hot at his cheek. ] It really...has been far too long.
[ Ah, well. She'll have to wait to share some of the fantasies with him until they're...between rounds, perhaps. For however long those lapses may be.
The feeling is like sparks of lightning between her legs, and she utters another, deeply pleased sound, stroking him in a steady motion. Robyn leans up to nip, kiss along his earlobe briefly before withdrawing, meeting his gaze with a look of intensity. ]
These. [ The Warden says, unoccupied hand grasping the waist of his trousers. ] Are in the way. Don't you agree?
[Her answer humors him slightly, as much as it can while his mind is already so distracted, anyway. The heat of her body, her touch--the way she moves against him. He coughs out a small sound that might count as laughter, but it's swallowed up by the soft groans and near-purrs in his pleasure.
Luckily for Robyn, Grey Wardens are known for their stamina. The promise to experiment with at least one or two of those fantasies of hers isn't out of the question, and given how long the two of them tend to spend apart, Alistair is rather committed to spending every moment he has with her over the course of the evening savoring that time.
Alistair shudders out a breath as she strokes him and nips at his skin. His eyes meet hers as she pulls back, a smirk on his lips as she tugs at his trousers.]
Without question, my love.
[As much as it pains him to take his hand off of her, it seems necessary in the moment. He wouldn't deny her the pleasure of his hand between her legs, so instead his hand falls from her chest to assist her in the removal of that pesky fabric, at least in pushing it down enough to free his cock. Once that's taken care of, his hand creeps to her own waist.]
And what of...what? [ She replies innocently, already in the process of tugging down the fabric from her hips to provide easier access. There's a little breath of satisfaction as they're both freed, and she only hesitates a moment to stare into his eyes, her warm, cinnamon gaze alight with insistence. ]
I want you. [ Robyn murmurs, cupping his face with a hand, using the other now to guide him between her legs where he'd been attending to her a moment before. ] I missed you.
[ Sometimes your own company isn't quite enough out there, in the busy, dangerous, lonely world of the Wardens.
She leans in, breaths hot against his ear, pressing the tip of his cock to her entrance, asking. ]
Well, Alistair? [ Show me. To what point has this time apart driven you? ]
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She's torn immensely between wanting to tear off all their clothes and straddle him, and continuing to pleasure each other as they are in this moment, and the immediacy of the reward of his touch wins out...for now. ]
Anything? [ It's a little teasing, and a little warning, too. With so much time to dream up new ideas and positions for the pair of them, she'd certainly be able to make good on his words. ] Maybe I'll - mm, tell you about some of the things I've imagined for us. Or - show you.
[ For now, though, she's wholly focused on his cock in her hand, encouraging, enticing. Spurring him on with the promise of more, and - eventually - the promise of overdue release. ]
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From her reply, he could back down, tell her not anything exactly, but that wouldn't quite be true. He would give her anything, he trusts her wholly and implicitly. If there's anything that would make her happy, he'd do whatever it took to give it to her. So instead, he just hums happily and nods, a smirk on his lips as he presses his cheek to her own.]
Oh? There's an idea...[He shivers as her hand strokes at him again, his body arching forward into her touch.]
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I can barely - mm, manage to speak at all, damn you. [ She grins, wild and bright, as her breath comes hot at his cheek. ] It really...has been far too long.
[ Ah, well. She'll have to wait to share some of the fantasies with him until they're...between rounds, perhaps. For however long those lapses may be.
The feeling is like sparks of lightning between her legs, and she utters another, deeply pleased sound, stroking him in a steady motion. Robyn leans up to nip, kiss along his earlobe briefly before withdrawing, meeting his gaze with a look of intensity. ]
These. [ The Warden says, unoccupied hand grasping the waist of his trousers. ] Are in the way. Don't you agree?
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Luckily for Robyn, Grey Wardens are known for their stamina. The promise to experiment with at least one or two of those fantasies of hers isn't out of the question, and given how long the two of them tend to spend apart, Alistair is rather committed to spending every moment he has with her over the course of the evening savoring that time.
Alistair shudders out a breath as she strokes him and nips at his skin. His eyes meet hers as she pulls back, a smirk on his lips as she tugs at his trousers.]
Without question, my love.
[As much as it pains him to take his hand off of her, it seems necessary in the moment. He wouldn't deny her the pleasure of his hand between her legs, so instead his hand falls from her chest to assist her in the removal of that pesky fabric, at least in pushing it down enough to free his cock. Once that's taken care of, his hand creeps to her own waist.]
And what of these?
SAME SAME
I want you. [ Robyn murmurs, cupping his face with a hand, using the other now to guide him between her legs where he'd been attending to her a moment before. ] I missed you.
[ Sometimes your own company isn't quite enough out there, in the busy, dangerous, lonely world of the Wardens.
She leans in, breaths hot against his ear, pressing the tip of his cock to her entrance, asking. ]
Well, Alistair? [ Show me. To what point has this time apart driven you? ]