You planned to go out tonight. Open your datebook, scratch that out. Why? It could have something to do with you and your partner, lover, or fuck buddy being unable to keep your hands off each other. Makes leaving your abode a little hard, don't you think? Prepare to spend the rest of the evening and night in bed. On the couch. Against the wall. On the sink...just about anywhere but out that door.
You know what to do, dudes and/or dudettes. Comment with prefs and shit.
Then reply.
Then, you thread.
WHO?
Lover: You're in an ongoing relationship.
Fuck Buddy: It's sex and sex only.
Stranger: Hey, the door was open! That's not breaking and entering.
WHERE?
Always Here: Both of you live in the same house on a 24/7 basis.
Dropping By: Hey, if you get this type of treatment, maybe you should visit more often.
WHY?
Planned: Chocolate, wine, babymaking music, and rose petals on the bed aren't too much, are they?
Unplanned: The spontaneous is that much hotter, to be honest.
HOW?
Sexy: This tryst is worthy of the softcore pornos.
Fluff: Kisses, tangled legs, tickling breath on skin, and laughs muffled by sheets are highly underrated.
Primal: You're going to need to spot touch up the paint on the wall where the headboard banged it.
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Snow rolling in is a good excuse for most things, up to and including hiding in a dark corner of a warm loft. The stables would have been nice, but there was always someone coming or going and really, time alone is the name of the game for him tonight.
Or rather, for them.
It starts with his inviting her to curl up with him to read. He likes to read, and his shared quarters is full of books borrowed from the library. He's not there tonight, giving its original occupant his own space, but holed up in a high tower with heavy blankets over the windows to keep the chilly wind out, several candles arranged in the corners for light and warmth, a blanket pulled around himself and a large book open on his knees. Of course, he's not focused on the words anymore, his face tucked against Beleth's neck as he murmurs sweet nothings half the common tongue, half proper elvish.
"...might like to taste more than your lips," he's whispering there against the space behind her ear, fingertips grazing along her thigh but moving no further inward until he knows for certain that it's what she wants.
It wasn't always easy to find a place where the two of them could be alone, without risking someone wandering in, and Beleth appreciated the time that they did have that much more for it. And Salem had managed to outdo himself this time, setting up a private little safehouse for just the two of them, away from the cold and the world.
Certainly, it was hard to focus on anything but him, with his hand on her thigh, and him whispering in her ear like that. Her cheeks flushed as he spoke, and she couldn't help ducking her head, still flustered by his attention, even now. But the timidness had, at least, worn off, evidenced by the way that her lips pull into a warm smile, a hand moves to loop around his neck, fingers idly sliding through his hair.
"Oh?" Her voice is just as quiet, even though they have no fear of being overheard. Perhaps they can take advantage of being able to be louder later on. "Should I have fetched some of those little Orlesian cakes?" Her voice was teasing as she smirked, head tilting. "I can go get some, if you want."
"But it's cold outside. I see no reason to venture out in search of cakes that amount to little more than air and sugar," he huffed, lips pressing against the side of her neck, parted to let his tongue dart out but holding back from more than that. He was pleased with how much she'd warmed up to him, the gradually increasing degrees of openness with which she spoke to him, giving him the occasional chance and impetus to try and ease things further along. It wasn't exactly a secret that he adored her physically as well as mental and emotionally.
When he moved away, it was only to close his book and lay it aside before drawing her up and into his lap instead, head down against her chest while his eyes were still up and on her face. "Perhaps more interesting fare, though. If I have your leave, of course."
"Alright, but they taste pretty good for air and sugar." Despite her attempt to defend the little cakes, she gave a little giggle, which stopped abruptly when his tongue met her neck, and turned into a hitched breath. He was always so gentle with her, patiently waiting for her to give him the sign to continue further. Always checking to make sure that he hadn't crossed any lines. It was...comforting. And the way that he kept her comfortable made it easy to open up to him.
So her response to him pulling her onto his lap was just a fond grin, ducking her head as she adjusted herself, hand going up to toy with a lock of his hair. She mulled over the question for a moment, before placing a soft kiss on his cheek.
"You have all the leave you want." She told him, hand moving up to cup his face, thumb brushing his cheek. Just as freckled as her. It was cute--really cute. But all of him was cute, in her completely unbiased opinion.
When Beleth's hand lit on his face, Salem craned up and nuzzled up against the underside of her chin, then kissed down her throat.
"Even so, it's still cold out and I didn't think to bring my boots." The lamest excuse but he didn't want to leave. Especially not when he had her in his lap, right where he wanted her. He thumbed one of the fasteners of her shirt, watching her expression as he did so through half-lidded eyes. "You'd really encourage me out into the cold? Cruel to me, lethallan"
Beleth was just as unwilling as Salem to have him leave any time soon, particularly with Salem showering her with sweet little affections. She takes all that he gives and responds in turn, curling up against him.
The expression on her face, with his hand on her shirt, is thoughtful, eyes darting down to look at those fingers for herself. After a moment, she gives him a quick nod, moving to peck whatever part of him she could reach.
"Mmm. I was giving suggestions. It sounds like you have a better idea." Was that too forward--did forwardness even matter at this point? She still ducked her head, a sheepish smile spreading across her lips. "I would love to hear any, if you have them."
"I've got a few ideas, yes," he replied with a soft smile, popping the first two fasteners of her shirt then simply sliding his hands up into it to rest at her back. "One condition, though: you've got to talk to me." After all, Salem knew how she was about that by now: she'd clam up, or give soft answers to things that needed to be heard plainly. She needed to be more authoritative when it came to things like her own personal comfort. Even with him. Especially with him.
For a moment, she was strongly tempted to heave a sigh. Why was he so worried about it? It was her decision to talk or not. But she knew he fretted out of genuine concern, so instead, she just nodded, pressing her face into his neck, then peppering the skin with soft kisses.
"Deal."
A moment, as she thought of anything she particularly wanted to tell him, in the interest of talking.
"I want," She started, mouth working up to his ear, kissing those delicate, pointed tips."You to kiss me, over and over. Everywhere. And I want you to leave marks where everyone else can see them. I want them to see that you are the only one who can mark me like that."
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Or rather, for them.
It starts with his inviting her to curl up with him to read. He likes to read, and his shared quarters is full of books borrowed from the library. He's not there tonight, giving its original occupant his own space, but holed up in a high tower with heavy blankets over the windows to keep the chilly wind out, several candles arranged in the corners for light and warmth, a blanket pulled around himself and a large book open on his knees. Of course, he's not focused on the words anymore, his face tucked against Beleth's neck as he murmurs sweet nothings half the common tongue, half proper elvish.
"...might like to taste more than your lips," he's whispering there against the space behind her ear, fingertips grazing along her thigh but moving no further inward until he knows for certain that it's what she wants.
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Certainly, it was hard to focus on anything but him, with his hand on her thigh, and him whispering in her ear like that. Her cheeks flushed as he spoke, and she couldn't help ducking her head, still flustered by his attention, even now. But the timidness had, at least, worn off, evidenced by the way that her lips pull into a warm smile, a hand moves to loop around his neck, fingers idly sliding through his hair.
"Oh?" Her voice is just as quiet, even though they have no fear of being overheard. Perhaps they can take advantage of being able to be louder later on. "Should I have fetched some of those little Orlesian cakes?" Her voice was teasing as she smirked, head tilting. "I can go get some, if you want."
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When he moved away, it was only to close his book and lay it aside before drawing her up and into his lap instead, head down against her chest while his eyes were still up and on her face. "Perhaps more interesting fare, though. If I have your leave, of course."
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So her response to him pulling her onto his lap was just a fond grin, ducking her head as she adjusted herself, hand going up to toy with a lock of his hair. She mulled over the question for a moment, before placing a soft kiss on his cheek.
"You have all the leave you want." She told him, hand moving up to cup his face, thumb brushing his cheek. Just as freckled as her. It was cute--really cute. But all of him was cute, in her completely unbiased opinion.
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"Even so, it's still cold out and I didn't think to bring my boots." The lamest excuse but he didn't want to leave. Especially not when he had her in his lap, right where he wanted her. He thumbed one of the fasteners of her shirt, watching her expression as he did so through half-lidded eyes. "You'd really encourage me out into the cold? Cruel to me, lethallan"
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The expression on her face, with his hand on her shirt, is thoughtful, eyes darting down to look at those fingers for herself. After a moment, she gives him a quick nod, moving to peck whatever part of him she could reach.
"Mmm. I was giving suggestions. It sounds like you have a better idea." Was that too forward--did forwardness even matter at this point? She still ducked her head, a sheepish smile spreading across her lips. "I would love to hear any, if you have them."
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"Deal."
A moment, as she thought of anything she particularly wanted to tell him, in the interest of talking.
"I want," She started, mouth working up to his ear, kissing those delicate, pointed tips."You to kiss me, over and over. Everywhere. And I want you to leave marks where everyone else can see them. I want them to see that you are the only one who can mark me like that."