an ill-advised venture (for sarcaskick)

[sunseeker]

[ 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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[sarcaskick]

[ 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?

[sunseeker]

[ Her brows knit when he draws his lips to her ear, barely managing to suppress a shiver. Her legs seem to part on their own for his hand, for the fingers that are so close, yet not quite where she needs them to be. They're a strong enough reminder that she's not going anywhere. ]

... 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. ]