[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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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? ]