Eat, Drink and Be Merry [LE4, Closed]

[Kevan Dunn]

An ordinary social call between friendly houses. Nothing of note, no need to waste your attention. Fine foodstuffs are just to prove hospitality. Yes, best wine too, there's nothing strange in it. Not in the dismissed servants. Why should they be there if they've already brought everything that was needed? They certainly could go. Kevan thought so, after picking up the clean jacket from one of them.

He gave last look to the tent, and then walked out to meet the fellow negotiator earlier than by the flap.

[Arwyn Forrester]

The other negotiator approached on foot, looking practically regal in her long cloak, even as her very long, coal black was whipped around by the wind. It lent a slight edge of wildness to her appearance, even as she smiled and held out a hand to Kevan. "Milord, thank you for having me this evening."

[Kevan Dunn]

Enraptured for a good moment and letting her know it as his gaze was silently taking in her regal form, Kevan finally smiled charmingly and spoke. "My lady, having you for the evening is everything I could hope for, and more. I look forward to our dynamic exchange of views." He offered his arm. "May I say your beauty and grace defy laws of nature tonight. Shrouded by many layers of night, you look radiant." He played the game, with some twists no less, but he was also drawing disproportionate satisfaction from complimenting her. He was wearing a chestnut-black checkered doublet over a pink shirt.

[Arwyn Forrester]

She accepted his arm with all formality, accepting the escort, though the warmth in her gaze suggested more to him only. "You have quite the talent for words, my lord, and are looking quite handsome yourself. I suspect you may give me a fair challenge in our negotiations this evening," she replied as they went inside, a playful undertone to her voice. "Though I think we'll come to a mutually beneficial conclusion."

[Kevan Dunn]

Once the flap fell behind them, he strapped it quickly and beside her to unfasten her long cloak. His face brushed against the raven hair locks, taking in their intoxicating scent that was so strong on his senses that it blurred corners of his vision. "I have a glibber tongue than I let on. Besides, I think we still should flesh out some pertinent details. There is nothing wrong in coming to conclusion many times."

[Arwyn Forrester]

She leaned her head back as he unfastened her cloak from behind, revealing the pale skin of her shoulders, mostly exposed without it. "With going as in depth as you're talking about, I wonder if we'll have any time to enjoy the spread you've kindly laid out here," she murmured to him, tone soft and teasing.

[Kevan Dunn]

Leaning back, she met the steadfast support of his chest for her neck and head, and his lips sliding to the side after a brief exchange of peripheral glances of their candle-lit eyes. He moved her hair to the side and his lips began a slow descent from just beneath her ear down her neck, blazing a trail between black and white, light and dark. The touch of his strong hands slid down her sides only to join across her stomach, with fingertips testing the fabric.

"You won't be starved in here, my lady, no matter what. I've long assumed negotiating is hungry work." Lowered voice intertwined with a small purr as his lips travelled.

[Arwyn Forrester]

Oh... that was... Blue eyes closed as he kissed down her neck and shoulder, a soft sigh escaping her lips, breathing picking up a little. The testing of the fabric reveals its edge to his senses, and following that, there it might be opened. It wasn't heavy despite the weather, so it's easily to feel the outline of the skin beneath. One hand rested over his arm, encouraging rather than stopping him, the other moving back to cling to his side. The soft purr in his voice made her squirm and her heart pick up faster.

"Kevan..." Her words were soft, breathy, still playful but with a tinge of nervousness to them. "I've never... used this method of negotiation before. Can I trust you to go a little easy on me... at least during the initial introduction to it?"

[Kevan Dunn]

"Mmm... I'd have a big problem if you asked for the opposite things, Arwyn. I wouldn't know how to rush through all the things I desire to negotiate with you over, how to touch only on just a few positions in the agenda while I we've agreed to leave nothing out."

He continued his sensual tease as it was apparently what was setting the mood right but remained true to his declared intentions and his wandering touch, while moderately bold, was altogether considerate and didn't abruptly open the fabric at any of its buttons, seams, hems or rims. Instead, in a rotation of kisses, Kevan inched them both closer to the table where they could both pick up their glasses of wine. He placed the one with deep dark red Arborian in her hand and returned to the position along her back, his firm constitution a support for her, his lips and fingers slowly sending inquiries along an indefinite spectrum of sensual choices on where were the points Arwyn would like to have under intensive deliberation. He of course had strong suspicions which he was ever so gently asking on. Being close to her breath was giving him advantage to attune to the subtle changes in it even if in the end they could turn voiceless.

[Arwyn Forrester]

She accepted the wine, taking a sip, perhaps closer to a drink in depth. However, it couldn't hold her attention for long, not with what he was doing to her. Her responses to the questions posed by his movements were positive, but equally nonverbal. A small hitch in her breath, tensing or movement of muscles establishing the agenda at least for the beginning over the evening. That isn't to say their isn't some auditory component, but it wasn't in coherent words for the most part.

At least not until she turned in his arms and kissed him, soft but deep and passionate. She rose a little, her delicate lips making their way long his jaw until their reached his ear, murmuring a plea, "Kevan... please..."

[Kevan Dunn]

"Everything, my love. Everything you want." His voice was quiet, impassioned, heavy with anticipation he tried to keep reined in, but the cage on his desire of her was already rattled and creaking judging from his breath. He took the glass off her hands once their lips and chests disconnected for a brief moment, though he never allowed them to lose all points of connection. It were their gazes and foreheads when his grip closed on her rear and he lifted her onto the rim of the table, putting their faces at the same level.

In knowing what to do and feeling confident about it she was at a disadvantage, as she had admitted herself. It'd be easier to just disfranchise her and do things for her, and maybe she'd even allow being dominated like that. But Kevan felt it wouldn't be right either way to make her remember this as a time she simply succumbed to his will. In other spheres of life, he didn't like it himself when people he deeply cared for preyed on such asymmetry. Some other times they could play games of conquest, but tonight he wanted it to be a time of mutual learning. They still knew so little of each other, just shards of their inner selves on top of what was apparent, and to miss on a unique chance to change that, when their senses could not be more open onto each other and the willingness to breach whatever divided them could not be greater, would feel like a crime against their rapidly blossoming love.

So he didn't roll her skirt up as his lust for her was compelling him to do, but kissed her tenderly the way she had done it before, lingering on the taste and texture of her lips while he took her hands onto his doublet, near the buttons; his shirt beneath would have none of them, just one strap on his muscular chest. With a playful smirk followed by a slightly deeper kiss he began to unravel the fasteners of her dress, whatever and wherever they were, buttons, straps, eyelets, frogs, though starting from the top so that his lips could readily descend onto the smoothness of her pale skin as it would become exposed to his ravenously awakened senses...

[Arwyn Forrester]

She appreciated the slower pace, in all truth, not fully ready at first to dive headfirst into the sea of sensation that even this early, softer contact promised. She did long to explore new things, however, and this was no different. She settled on the table, taking a moment to take in his face and eyes, how they changed under the flush and hunger of love and lust laid bare between them, before leaning in to meet his lips. She enjoyed the tenderness between them, though as her hands found the buttons to his doublet and began to undo them, it intensified, and moreso again following his lead when she felt the fabric loosen, falling down her shoulders some. She turns her head to let his lips have their run of her pale skin. Her hands find his waist and pull him closer encouragingly.

[Kevan Dunn]

As the hems were slipping off her shoulders, Kevan looked at her bride to be with marvel. Of the few images worth keeping in memory for the lifetime in carbon copy, this was one of them. He revelled in the sight of her body that was unfolding before him wide-eyed, instantaneously committing every fraction of his perception to capturing every detail, in angle, in motion or in shade. Once he ensured that it would stay with him, that moment when she would truly be his, his lips descended where the night of her hair met the day of her skin. The draw and the pull brought him where he thought he belonged, ever closer with Arwyn, with his kisses paving way for ever greater sensations to come...

/FtB