an ill-advised venture (for
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. ]
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Can't really stop you, can I?
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I... can't stop thinking about last night.
[ She likes the slower, more affectionate touches most of all, and yet... She wasn't exaggerating about her excitement. Thinking back on it too hard to is enough to make her want more of it. ]
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[ 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.
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Not to dampen the mood, but... [ She trails down his side with her free hand, squeezing at his hip. ] We'll need to be a bit more discreet this time.
[ This is not a place where they can do this freely; someone discovering would lead to real trouble, not simple embarrassment. She's not terribly keen on getting imprisoned for this if the wrong person happened upon them.
... Though she still doesn't want to move. ]
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... 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?
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... I'll have to try.
[ She did not manage success last time, but she'll have to now. She's tempted to draw herself in more, beg him to touch her more, and yet... Somehow, she feels as though she has something to prove.
She draws both of her hands to his shoulders, swinging a leg over him so she can pull herself into his lap. She rolls her hips forward, letting herself grind against his length, but she pauses, drawing their foreheads together. ]
I want to take care of you this time.
[ It's quiet. She's a bit concerned how he'll respond, if she's being honest. ]