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[questionablewit]

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[takesnoshit]

Haleth squeaks. Actually squeaks. For a second she is completely distracted, both by the pinch and by the entirely undignified sound she has just made, which it is difficult to believe came from her mouth. She pulls back enough to look at him in silent, mock-reproof, though there is laughter tugging at her eyes and mouth.

[grumpycatanthir]

The squeak is so incongurous that Caranthir pulls away to laugh at her.

"I don't think I've ever heard you make that sound before!"

[takesnoshit]

"I am not surprised," she says dryly, attempting and failing to be stern. "For I am certain I have never made such s sound before." But the smile breaks loose there, for she cannot resist his laughter.

[grumpycatanthir]

He kisses her smile with a low chuckle.

"I will remember not to do that in the future then, unless I wish more ... yelping!"

[takesnoshit]

"I suggest you remember." She rests her hands on his shoulders, eyebrow raised. "For if you risk it again, there will be consequences."

At that she smirks, and one of her hands abruptly darts down to tickle along his ribs.

[grumpycatanthir]

"Oh?" He raises an eyebrow at her and then squawks as her fingers find his ticklish spots.

"Haleth!"

[takesnoshit]

Haleth repays indignity with indignity, her fingers dancing lightly along his sides, not to much as to render him unable to breathe but providing no respite either. Her smirk fades to something more happy, for she dearly loves his laughter.

[grumpycatanthir]

"Ai!" He sputters and bats are her fingers, shaking with laughter.

[takesnoshit]

She stops before too long, resting her arms on his shoulders, her hands clasped in the air behind his head, waiting for his helpless laughter to subside.

[grumpycatanthir]

"Brat." He growls weakly at her as his laughter subsides, reaching to roll them again and pin her below him.

"Should I take my own revenge now?"

Teasing fingers drift down her side, the barest suggestion of touch.

[takesnoshit]

Her breath catches, but she is not laughing; on the contrary she flushes, her eyelids fluttering closed for a moment. His touch is so light it makes her shiver. "You already began it, with that pinch--" she manages, before her breath catches again, and she lifts her head to seize his mouth with hers.

[grumpycatanthir]

His smirk is pressed to her lips, and his teasing fingers wonder down and tweak at her nipple.

"Then I suppose I should continue, yes?"

[takesnoshit]

She gasps a little against his mouth, wrapping her arms around him. "Continue your revenge, or making love to your wife?"

She pulls back a little to smirk at him, with that, but the sly curl of her mouth does not cover up the joy underneath as she uses the word.

[grumpycatanthir]

"While I have a lot of experience and enjoy the former, sadly, I fear that the latter is far more attractive."

He smirks back at her. "So my wife will have to settle for being thoroughly ravished."

[takesnoshit]

Her smile turns a little more soft, and she touches his face. "Revenge has its satisfactions. But living well, that is better." For is that not what she chose, during her lifetime? And ultimately it brought her here.

She lifts her head back up, that she might kiss him once more. "So mind that you are indeed most thorough, my husband, for that will be the best revenge of all."

[grumpycatanthir]

"I am sure that if I am not satisfactory, I will be reprimanded." He grins at her and kisses her again.

"After all, I have a very strict taskmaster to satisfy!"

[takesnoshit]

"You do," she agrees, before sliding her tongue between his lips. She lifts one of her legs and slides it along his, then wraps it around him, rolling her body under his.

[grumpycatanthir]

He hisses approval and kisses her, reaching to slide along her sides again and pick her up, but only enough to settle them on the bed with her on top.

"Then, my lady should feel free to give me firm instruction." He smiles at her, reaching to touch her properly, fingers reaching for that one spot that he knows she loves.

[takesnoshit]

She chuckles and spreads her legs for him, giving him free range to explore. She reaches for him in turn, cupping his erect cock in her hand. "You seem firm enough without my instruction."

[grumpycatanthir]

He hisses in approval, reaching to stroke and touch, teasingly swiping along the outside of her folds but not actually dipping in.

[takesnoshit]

She too strokes and touches, teasing and exploring, drifting her finger over his shaft, his balls and the tender areas behind, back up to the tip. All the while she tries not to move against his fingers, tries to wait for him to delve further. It is difficult. This tryst began slowly, but it becomes less so.

[grumpycatanthir]

It's harder to tease, now, the building urgency between them rising, and Caranthir shudders under her attentions, retaliating by dipping into her, a stroke, a touch.

[takesnoshit]

She inhales sharply, and now she does move against his fingers, manuvering so he will touch the places that most ache for contact.

[grumpycatanthir]

He would laugh, but her own hands are on him, and he can only groan, obediently stroking, dipping into her and curling the finger, seeking the places that make her cry out.

[takesnoshit]

She gasps, murmurs his name, seizes his mouth in a fierce kiss. By now she is stroking him in earnest, moving against his fingers with growing need.