A Beginning is a Very Delicate Time [EM1]

[Kaliya Redding]

"Prrecisely," she purred, "can you just imagine what those Norrtherrnerrs must put up with?" There is something almost lazy about her accent, the way it draws out, making room for those rolled Rs and rounded vowels. She brings the teacups to the table, setting one in front of Kevan, fragrances of mint and citrus wafting up on the steam.

She seated herself, teacup cradled in slender fingers, "you should find this to be quite... invigorrating."

[Kevan Dunn]

"Precisely. Too much precious time wasted on putting on and off." He leaned in to grab the cup as his gaze moved from her navel up. "Are you sure it's a good idea?" He made gentle waves inside the cup. "I am naturally vigorous and now already roused, more can awaken virility that will get hard to handle."

[Kaliya Redding]

Kaliya sips her tea, observing Kevan over the rim of her cup, "such prromises." She drew down her brows and pouted her full, sultry lips, but could only hold the feigned sulk for a few moments before she finds herself laughing. "Why don't you trry the tea, and we'll see what happens?"

[Kevan Dunn]

Kevan rolled his shoulders and took a long sip, his expression not showing any concession on his previous works. "It was good." He put the drained cup down. "Reinvigorating, just like you said."

He rose from his seat and circumvented the table to take a position behind her. His fingers rested on her shouler and slowly moved toward her neck.

[Kaliya Redding]

Kaliya purred a soft murmur at his touch, the wide cut of the neckline over her shoulders certainly provided plenty of exposed skin to work with. Finishing her own tea, she set cup down and tilted her head back, looking up at him; her eyes were large, on another woman they would be quite innocent, but the delicate kohl lining them and the light rouge of her full lips told a different story. Where the back of her head brushed against his bare skin, her hair was incredibly soft, in stark contrast to the rougher - albiet warmer - hair of those further north, the long tresses reaching halfway to the floor.

[Kevan Dunn]

The world after the drink happened to become... different. It started to contract, putting pressure on him, squeezing his mind and body as if it tried to fit him into box. His vision and comprehension of what was not immediately related to the woman beneath his gaze felt impaired, she was attracting all his attention. He felt like slipping to the neck of the hourglass along a slope of moving sand. Within the narrow space, scents, sounds, light and even time felt compressed, thicker, tensing. It felt like a gradual buildup toward an implosion, being crushed by invisible forces if he did nothing about it.

Her beckoning eyes, her fragrance, the shape of her jaw he was now tracing along with both fingers, the tantalising feel of her hair on his stomach which were falling down like a dark waterfall onto the protruding rocks, the inviting shape of her lips... the world beneath was offering an escape he direly needed to stay whole and sane.

"So this is what's happening..."

He licked his drying lips and bent himself to connect them with hers, shuddering in anticipation. His both hands slid down from her neck toward her bosom, but rather than going over the hems his fingertips pressed straight underneath...

[Kaliya Redding]

Kaliya murmured her assent directly against his lips, reaching up with one hand to bury her fingers in his damp hair. The other hand quickly released the secret tiny hooks and clasps and her dress fell apart, or melted, collapsing in a confusion of red fabric and gold ribbon about the curves of her hips, puddling in her lap.

[Kevan Dunn]

A wave of compelling excitement struck Kevan, the rapidly unveiled sight of her body making him restless and impatient. The journey of his hands across her, pale against her olive complexion, was passionately infused with that restlessness and impatience as they frantically descended toward her lap, only to get back up for a moment, having apparently missed the sensations left behind on her chest. He pressed her lips apart with his for a deeper kiss, finally using them as a pivot to slowly move toward the front of her chair...

[Kaliya Redding]

Kaliya chuckled warmly at his frantic excitement, never breaking the contact of their lips. As he moved around her, with a hand on his shoulder and the pressure of her lips, she pressed him back, rising from the chair, until they were standing face to face, or rather, lips to lips. The pair were close in height, her breasts pressed against the firm muscles of his bare chest. And though they were too close together for him to easily see as such, her dress had fallen away completely when she stood, leaving her completely bare.

[Kevan Dunn]

Where his eyes couldn't reach his hands could, and did. And soon she was deftly lifted and effortlessly held to wrap around him. He didn't say anything passionately witty or dramatic. It felt redundant and he didn't want their lips to part. Conversely, he was seeking more points of contact. He vaguely remembered where the bed was. Had they been in a room with a wall the bed would not have been his first choice as he desired to catch her between proverbial rock and the hard place. With his body rebelling against any kind of self-restraint, he would soon let her reap what she had sowed by spiking his tea with strange herbs.

/FtB?

[Kaliya Redding]

She more than willing entwines herself around him. Unfortunately for Kevan, her pavilion offered only a plethora of soft places, he'd just have to take his pick...

/FtB

[Kaliya Redding]

/fade in


From the pleased, cat-like expression on Kaliya's face, it had been a good harvest. I could get used to starting my day like this, and she made a happy purring sound in her throat. But time and dragons waited for no man, and she lightly slapped Kevan's rear, "bad news," she informed him, her tone amused.

[Kevan Dunn]

"I can take some bad after that much good." He chuckled impishly and rolled around to gently bite her rear. "Not that I couldn't go on down the good path." His fingers ran up the small of her back as he slid over one of her sides, his thigh over the back of hers, to get his lips on her neck. He was in an exuberant state of mind; some numbness was felt but the herbs didn't really let his passions dim just yet.

[Kaliya Redding]

She chuckled, Kaliya was quite certain she'd never taken a lover so exuberant and it was a thoroughly enjoyable experience, she was sorely tempted to indulge him a little longer. Purring under his kisses, "the Targaryen princes?" she gently prompted, her hands finding his thighs and stroking the powerful muscles.

[Kevan Dunn]

"I am sure they will be royally late." he pulled her into an covering embrace as he delivered the pun, playfully massaging her bum with his knee as his fingers sought more sensitive spots. "I am not sure I'd like to take a Targaryen prince. Targaryen princess would be more like it, though those are in short supply." He smirked, his continued playful caress letting her know that his attention didn't really drift to fantasising about birds in the bush. "Have you seen a pureblood Targaryen before?"

[Kaliya Redding]

"I do not know, I hearr some of the prrinces arre prrettierr than most girrls," she teased, and she rewarded his attentions with wandering caresses of her own, fingertips taking the time now to explore, there hadn't been much opportunity for such details earlier.

"But no, I have not. Though I think I should like the chance to see one," Kaliya leaned close, letting her lips brush his ear, "up close." Her voice is breathy, and she follows up by running the tip of her tongue along his earlobe before nipping it gently with strong, straight teeth.

[Kevan Dunn]

"Being a something and having a something makes all the difference for me." After jumping a little from the bite and biting back at her nape he made a point by running his fingertips along the rims of her something, then preyed a deep kiss as her caresses awakened him again. "Though I heard people like it either way where you come from."

[Kaliya Redding]

She purred at his intimate touch, a sly smile on her lips. Those lips remained close to his ear, "you find women allurring, do you not? Theirr soft bodies and swelling currves? The way theirr brreasts feel in yourr hands? The shape of theirr lips, theirr taste?" Her sultry, husky whisper was relentless, "the secrret they keep between theirr thighs? The sweet sounds they make when they arre conquerred?

[Kevan Dunn]

The touch became less superficial as his lips moved to whisper sultrily back just by her ear. "You know the answer to that better than anyone now."

[Kaliya Redding]

So they were going to be late, but it was finally spring, and there was no better time for the harvest. She put an end to any further discussion, covering his mouth with her own.


/FtB?

[Kevan Dunn]

What she did to his lips with hers, he did to her body with his. Since the time they had was short, he made it up with intensity.

/FtB