faemused | Open To Anyone For Anything RP Post

As he learns her body, she studies his, researching as thoroughly and carefully as she studied any of his maps or tales of his people. But with far greater enjoyment.

It is several minutes before she pulls back a little, just enough that he may see the small smile she wears, the bright color in her cheeks. "You made this dress for me. Would you like to remove it?"

He blushes brighter but nods.

"Should I... let you up?"

"For a moment." An unfortunate necessity it seems--but Haleth loves the clothes he made for her, and would not have them torn unnecessarily. Once he moves she sits up, shaking her hair from her face; it is already more than a little mussed, her mouth kiss-swollen.

He backs off, and stares at her admiringly.

"You are so beautiful." He murmurs softly, moving to help her with the dress, although it was specifically designed for it to be easy for one person to get it on and off.

She protested the description once, if only in her mind. She does not now, for that he speaks the truth as he sees it is evident and undeniable. And it is hardly as though she minds his calling her thus. Not when it is Caranthir who says it.

Undoing the ties on her dress is simple enough, and lifting it over her head easier still, but she is more flushed when that act is done. Despite this she sits up straight, letting him look his fill of her, the only sign of nervousness the way she licks her lips before eventually speaking. "I did wonder...when you were making that dress, how much you must have thought of...what lay beneath it."

He looks, almost drinks in the sight of her, like she is a dream who might vanish. His flush darkens at her question, and he ducks his had a little, shyly.

"I... I... did a little, yes." Looking up, he adds, eyes darkly serious. "But the reality outdoes the dream."

"Does it?" She tilts her head, birdlike, looking at him. "That is rare."

Haleth licks her lips, then shuffles closer. "I would have us on equal ground, if you will. For...more than once I have looked at the shirt you gave me to wear, that night we first met, and wondered about the body that had been underneath."

She never did return that red shirt to him, and has kept it, quietly folded among her own possessions.

He nods. "Perhaps - but I am not the bard in the family. Imagination is not my forte."

He ducks shyly, but obliges by reaching for his own shirt, undoing the laces and slipping it off.

"And... does this agree with your speculations?"

She reaches out and runs her fingers lightly down his chest, her expression thoughtful. His skin is so pale, compared to hers...and he is lean, though she knows he is also strong. She smiles a little, for one of the things she wondered is how far down that blush of his might extend--but that, perhaps, she will not ask. Or not yet.

"It does," she says instead, moving closer again, so they are separated by only a few inches. "So far, at least." Her eyes flicker back up to his face, and she leans in to kiss him. "I will need to explore more closely, to truly judge."

He shivers under her hands, the flush spreading downwards.

"I..." He coughs a little. "I would like that. If I might be allowed the same?"

Her curiosity is answered as his skin reddens under her meandering hands, and she smiles. "You may." She kisses him again, wrapping her arms around him so they are pressed chest to chest, skin to skin. Her fingers trail lightly along his spine from the small of his back up to his neck.

He shivers, unresisting as she draws him into her arms, and kisses her again, hands coming up to tangle in her hair and trace shyly down her spine.

She shivers, then gasps the the light touch of fingers down her back, which seems particularly sensitive to such caresses.

Since she likes that, he continues, testing what she likes as he brushes exploratory fingers down her back, curving over her hips.

"Ah--" She gasps again, clutching at him and arching her back against his touch. When his hands curve around her hips she leans forward and seizes his mouth with hers, kissing him with ardent hunger.

Caranthir makes an approving noise at her reaction, opening his mouth to taste her deeply as his hands creep lower still to carass her bottom.

That she likes this as well is evident in how she kneels before him, giving his hands all the room they need. Her own hands are busy in his hair, undoing the ties, her fingers threading through all the braids until they are undone, even as she kisses him.

He learns from her responses what she likes, how hard or soft he should touch, and he almost purrs as her fingers run through his hair.

"Should... I lie back or...?"

She kisses him in lieu of answering, blocking further questions with her mouth, and pushes him back onto the bed. Unlike Caranthir, Haleth does not bother to worry if she will squash him--but then she is so much smaller, easy to hold. Particularly when sprawled over his chest as she is.

He goes down eagerly, using the new position offered to trace up her sides and investigate her breasts.

She lifts herself up without breaking their kiss, giving his hands more room to roam and humming her approval at this new direction. The hum turns abruptly to a slight whimper as he finds a curve particularly sensitive to his touch.

He grins at that sound, and curves his hands to scratch a little in the same place, watching her like a hawk.

"Ah--" She breaks off the kiss with a cry, arching into his hand. "That--that is good." Haleth licks her lips, looking down at him, and raises one eyebrow. "Is it so for you?"

She suits action to word, skimming her nails across his chest, lightly grazing his nipple.

He grins again at her response, pleased to be able to elicit such reactions, and gasps softly as she does the same.

"Mm... that feels good, although I think I like your reaction better." So he does it again.

She is not caught by surprise this time, but still catches her breath, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment. "You asked me to show you," she says after a moment. "But it seems to me you would prefer to explore."

She does not look as though she minds. At all.

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aarrrghhh resisting the urge to snark is HARD but Haleth doesn't really snark.

looooooooooool you can snark here in the comments then

It's just not the same. Sigh. ;)

XD XD XD

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