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M'ahina Molkoh ([personal profile] sunseeker) wrote2021-03-01 06:11 pm

an ill-advised venture (for [personal profile] sarcaskick)

[ It's another frigid night in Ishgard, and M'ahina finds herself arriving somewhat earlier than the appointed hour. She's content to order some wine to at least warm herself as she waits, but in spite of the good drink, she grows bored almost comically fast. Left to her own devices she would probably strike up conversations with other patrons or the like, but in this case, there's a fear it may be somewhat counterproductive to make friends of everyone.

So she simply waits obediently at her own table, idly tracing the rim of her goblet with a gloved finger and a small sigh. Seeing her, one might think she's waited ages rather than several minutes. Keeping to herself is not her forte, it would seem. ]
sarcaskick: (what a smarmy douche)

[personal profile] sarcaskick 2021-03-11 06:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[ His lips press to her throat again, accompanied by the graze of his teeth. Not so hard as to leave marks this time, at least not yet. ]

Can't really stop you, can I?
sarcaskick: (Mmmmmmmmmmmmaybe)

[personal profile] sarcaskick 2021-03-11 07:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah.

[ Uttered in a quiet breath against her neck, the hand at her neck trailing down to the small of her back. His mouth continues to roam to the crook of her neck, then her clavicle, teeth teasing skin every inch along the way, before he turns his head to glance up at her. ]

Neither can I.

[ His hand, beneath the water, rests on her thigh with a squeeze. ]

Nor do I want to.
sarcaskick: (oh yeah i'm totally listening uh huh)

[personal profile] sarcaskick 2021-03-12 02:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Her warning draws out a laugh - not that she's wrong, of course. It was one thing in a seedy part of town where there were far more important things to worry about than who was rutting with who (and where), but this is another place altogether. On top of that, all of his clothes are in a pile a short distance away. If they're caught, he couldn't exactly make a speedy getaway.

... Or he could, it would just be very awkward. ]


Hey, I can keep it down.

[ He sits up straight again, leaving her neck be for the moment to instead let his lips brush against her ear, the hand at her thigh roaming up as if his fingertips were drawn to the heat between her legs. ]

Can you?