Our Bodies Safe to Shore

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Our Bodies Safe to Shore
« on: February 19, 2019, 02:50:48 AM »
The view from her vanity was always a calming one.
A perfect rectangle of the beach framed by filmy eggshell curtains. Palm fronds waved in the breeze. Early morning birdsong filtered in from the open shutters. It was a picturesque idyll, one of several windows that let light into their room, but it was her favorite for the view. She'd staked it out for her vanity when she'd moved in, and now it was part of her morning routine to look out at it before learning what little nuisances she had to deal with for the day.

A deep bracing breath and she turned away. The closet doors swung open with a flicker of Craft, hanging lines of clothing greeting her. Fingers ghosted over robes and dresses, sheer or almost, modesty kept through artful layering and embroidery. She pulled a pale rose robe from the line, then returned it, dissatisfied. Blue, no. Gold... no. She went through a dozen outfits before drawing a sage green dress against her skin. Strappy, long, and light despite being more opaque than most of her garments. It slipped on easily, and she spun once, skirt flaring, before sweeping out to her vanity.

First, a soft cream to moisturize and protect her from the sun. Then lines drawn over her eyelids in kohl, crisp and clean. A soft touch of bronze to follow, and a line again to clean up the edges and flick up at the corners. Dusky, muted red across her lips, soft, and sealed to keep from smudging.

Earrings, then, delicate chains long enough to brush her shoulders. Rings, left hand first. Nothing except her wedding band on her ring finger, simple and gold, pride of place. Then two plain silver bands on her thumb. Right hand, pinky and ring fingers, sheathed from knuckle to tip. The etched metal caught the light, little vines and whorls, a row of tiny ridges running the length of it. Their clawed tips were blunted, but could draw blood at the right angle.

Maybe she'd spin a web today, get a read on her husband, and if there were any promising prospects at the market. She was admiring the craftsman ship on her fingers in the light when the hair on the back of her neck stood up. A quick look in the mirror revealed --

"Roan," she said, mouth quirking up in a smile, cocksure. She spun on the vanity seat, ankles crossing, and batted her eyes at him. She'd have to reapply the hall alarms, or get some kind of bell system in place for the help, so that he wouldn't be able to startle her. "I didn't know you would be back today, I would have had something prepared."

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Re: Our Bodies Safe to Shore
« Reply #1 on: February 19, 2019, 06:12:22 AM »

He bathed in the sea once they returned. With house of his own and a wife living in it, Roan could not bring himself to return home stinking of the mainland. Too much fear and violence clung to his skin. It ruined his clothing, both blood stains and the clutching psychic scents. So he waded into the sea and scrubbed his hair with salt water, leaving a filthy bundle behind as he changed into fresh clothes from his cabinet.

Used to be he would bathe in the temple and the slaves would wash his clothing new again. But Roan did not go to the temple after a raid anymore. He had a wife now, and Zephyrine took precedence over the priestess. She was his to look after, owed his undivided attention after a long time away. Dodging Michael, Roan grinned and darted away down the beach, slipping into the trees before he rounded the curve in the beach would bring him in sight of their house.

He crept up front path, easing the door open with all the care and silence of a robber. Stepping over boundary alarms and muffling her craft with his Red. The house smelled good, like his wife. Zephyrine everywhere throughout it. Roan had left all the decorating to her so that she would be well pleased with her new home. Claiming only a small spot for some shelves in the main room where he put many of the interesting things he found raiding.

The hall was dark, but Roan could smell her stronger there. She was like a beacon at the end of a long voyage. Some places set lighthouses on their coasts to guide ships home. That was his Zephyrine. Spinning bright and luxurious in their room. Roan admired her from the doorway, smile lopsided when she caught sight of him. All whirling preparation as she turned. She was very beautiful, this unexpected wife of his. Roan felt a great amount of pity for all the men left behind. Forced to look at her and know it was death to touch.

”Like what, I wonder?” The green looked good on her skin. It brought out all the warmth in her and fell into the background where it belonged. Not a sleeve to distract from the shoulders or arms he admired. Pushing from the doorway, Roan crossed to her vanity in sure strides, finger slipping beneath a strap and running up over her collar bone as he adjusted it. On his hand he wore a matching gold band. Plain but meaningful. ”There is little better than this. How is my wife?”

His Red filled the house. Quiet probes that did not jostle while they were seeking. Always curious about what happened in his house during his absence. He could not track her movements all over Paon while he went raiding, but in these walls and for some yards outside them, Roan fancied he could know everything.

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Re: Our Bodies Safe to Shore
« Reply #2 on: February 24, 2019, 10:24:56 PM »
The sureity of his stride. The trace of his finger along her shoulder and collar. A trill of satisfaction always went through Zephyrine at the sight of Roan. Blessed be the Darkness for a such a gift as him, her sweet husband. Looking at him, damp hair curling more than normal, bringing with him the scent of the sea and sunlight. Fresh from a raid, certainly, with salty skin and crisp clothing. It would do no good to tell him that Julien had not been so considerate, that she had been around him and other raiders enough to know that the mainland clung as pervasively as smoke.

"Something warm," she said, smile tilting wickedly with her teasing tone. Roan's attention always made her feel lighter. Unburdened. She rose, and pressed a finger to the exposed skin below his collar. "A bath, perhaps," she continued, nose wrinkling playfully when she drew her hand away and their skin stuck together.

The feeling of his Red sweeping through the house was at once amusing and comforting. Doubtless there were women who found such actions by their husbands invasive, but Zephyrine wasn't one fond of secrets, unless they were for some kind of surprise. No doubt he could find her tracks from weaving room to kitchen to the main room, where she curled up by the window to read or nap when it was too hot to function. And if she had secrets that were worth keeping from him they'd be in her webs, as delicate as they were.

Her grin softened. "Your wife is well. Better, now that you are home." There would always be a pervasive worry for him, whenever he left to raid. Her confidence in his strength was only matched by her disgust in the mainlanders, and she had no doubt that they someone would be depraved enough to try their hands against him. It was with that same certainty that she knew, should anything happen to him, she would do her damnedest to find the bastard who had done it and have her own vengeance.

Tucking away that thread of thought, she leaned up on her toes to plant a kiss on his cheek. "But the house is always quiet when you are away, darling. I'm being remiss, how are you? How was your trip?"

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Re: Our Bodies Safe to Shore
« Reply #3 on: March 03, 2019, 09:21:48 PM »

Warm. Roan grinned, a hint of feral Paon male at the edges of his upturned lips. He could think of exactly the sort of warm things he could, and did, want from a woman like Zephyrine. But he was never sure if her mind was taking the precise same turns as his own. There was an undercurrent to his wife that Roan sensed but could not grasp.

”A bath?” Eyes following her finger, Roan tucked his chin and practically purred. His hand cupped her elbow, tempted to draw her closer. But he liked that she came on her own. Didn’t run or faint or sniffle. Zephyrine was not afraid to come and take what she wanted from him. Or to want any of him at all. He laughed at her tacky finger, and catching her hand in his drew it to his lips for a taste.

His probes checked the house while Roan’s nose checked her pulse. Pressed to her wrist after nibbling her finger. She smelled the same. He knew her scent now, the way it changed just before her moontime, the zinc of it when she blood, and the honey flavor it possessed afterward. It was his guide to all things Zephyrine, and no one could drag him from the islands when she was close to her moontime.

”Good!” As it should be. Roaned used her elbow then to pull her closer, hand dropping to cup her hip. He stroked the shallow place just beneath the pinnacle of bone and wondered what went on behind her pretty eyes. Worried too, if she would like the things he’d brought home with him. Worries that did not face with her kiss but only grew. Roan liked pleasing her nearly more than anything and anyone else. Mumbling pleasantly, he pulled her a little closer until she was snug against his chest.

”I’m home and hale from another boring raid.” He nuzzled the soft skin right before the curve of her ear and pressed kisses to her temple. ”I have a present for you,” he teased, kneading the base of her spine. ”But you have to come sit with me to have it.” Right on top of him. She fit so very well in his lap, Roan was sure she’d been built for it and no one elses.

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Re: Our Bodies Safe to Shore
« Reply #4 on: April 07, 2019, 11:18:10 PM »
It was so easy to be affectionate with Roan. Her lips pulled up at the corners, attention dropping to his mouth, the press of his teeth. It took effort to keep from giving herself away too much, to act as little affected as possible. How good to have him home, she thought, goose flesh rising on her neck. Her thumb ran above his ear when he nosed her wrist. They fed into some prickly, aggressively affectionate thing that sat in her heart, hoarding him. It was the same feeling she got around kittens and babies, a desire to sink her teeth in an never let go.

Instead of acting on that little impulse, she eased forward when he drew her in, hands coming up to rest against his chest. So sweet, her husband. Gentle in a way she hadn't expected. Charming.

"I'm sure it couldn't have been that boring," she teased, tilting her head to give him better access. Hummed in pleasure at the ministrations of his hands. How she envied him that - the far away shores, the sights, the things she could posses. Looking through her webs just wasn't the same as actually being there, standing on the sands that could mean so many things when caught in the threads. "There must have been some exploit worthy of a story?"

She perked up at the prospect of his gifts. Roan had a unique perspective of what parts of the mainland were worth bringing home. Zephyrine sometimes delighted more in the fact that he thought of her while he was away than the actual gift itself, depending on what he'd chosen, but her appreciation of the thing was always genuine.

"And where would you like me, hmm?" She asked, leaning slightly back. The vanity chair or the bed, she'd let him pick. This time.

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Re: Our Bodies Safe to Shore
« Reply #5 on: April 09, 2019, 04:40:44 AM »

Roan’s eyes laughed at her. Dark depths made bright by their cheerfulness. Too young for wrinkles, but he had them. A thin webbing of creases at the corner of his eyes. Laugh lines. An easy happiness. He’d had the same expression when they married, though today the nervousness of new horizons wasn’t lurking around the edges. The possession surely was.

”It was plenty boring, my love. And very far from you.” Grinning, Roan tucked his nose to her scalp and deepened the pressure of his fingers since she liked it so much. The combination of pleased humming and warm, wifely hands on his chest made his body feel rested and awake. ”I’m afraid I was no sort of hero this raid.” Roan was hardly ever a hero. He did his duty by Paon, and did nothing for the mainland. He could not be lenient there, though his heart wasn’t in the brutality.

Survivors were a danger to the island. Which meant they were a danger to his wife. And so there were not survivors.

His smile only grew. Eagerness sensed at the mention of presents. He did not always bring much, but Roan tried to always bring something for Zephyrine. He caught her hands in one of his, holding them flush to his chest so she could not lean too far away. His pressing knuckles into the base of her spine so that their hips were flush. Roan’s teeth flashed between parted lips at her question.

”Naked. With your legs over my shoulders.” He answered her with unfiltered honesty. Laughing, he pressed a swift kiss to her lips, knowing that if he lingered they wouldn’t get to the present giving for some time, and he was excited to share what he’d found. This time, he thought, she would really like it. ”Here,” he decided, spinning them so his back was to her vanity. A step backward, and he was able to hook the chair with his anklet and draw it under him as he sat.

Zephyrine he pulled down after him. Thighs more than ready to bear her weight. The rest of him more than ready to have her close again. Supporting her back with his arm, Roan propped and elbow on his wife’s knee and called in the necklace he had found. ”I think its glass.” He told her. Uneven pieces rubbed smooth. Most roughly the same size, but not the same color. Murky greens and cloudy blues. The biggest piece at the center was a milky white. All their transparency dispersed. Strung together on a thin silver wire, the necklace swung from his fingers.

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Re: Our Bodies Safe to Shore
« Reply #6 on: May 09, 2019, 09:15:14 PM »
She clicked her tongue, tutting in mock sympathy. "My poor lord," she cooed, fluttering her lashes at him. "I'm sure your party was more than happy to pick up the slack." Zeph was familiar with the stories of Roan's raider group, knew who to steer away from, who came back too sharp. At least some of them kept their lingering aggression to the jungles and the beaches rather than bring them home.

At his declaration a laugh spilled out of her, head tilted back, warmth spreading up her chest and throat. The warmth of him, the solidity, was a comfort. All was best in he world when what was hers was where it should be, and Roan was chief among Zeph's favorites.

Her laughter tripped into giggles when he pulled her into his lap, her weight settling with ease against him. She kept her eagerness for her gift in check with determination, eyes bright. That close she was drawn instead to the look of him, gaze flitting across his face, looking for differences. Sometimes the desire to spin an invasive web might win out, to find out if something from the mainland would creep into their home, but it was easy to cull now. Especially when faced with pretty trinkets.

Then her attention caught on the wire, on the smooth, colored almost-circular shapes that hung from his fingers. Zeph had always had a particular greed for shiny things, and the way the light caught the blues and greens of the glass and scattered them over Roan's skin and her own was entrancing.

"It's wonderful," she breathed, easing it from his hand. She bet if it got a good polish it'd be clear as window glass. Or maybe it'd been worked to be only partially clear? Either way it was simple but captivating, and easy to pair with so many of her favored gowns. "Perfect."

Lips curling demurely she twisted slightly to better present her nape, necklace resting on her palm, and asked, "Help me put it on?"

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Re: Our Bodies Safe to Shore
« Reply #7 on: May 10, 2019, 06:07:42 AM »

What could be better than a wife that was not offended by a man’s honesty? Grinning, Roan leaned in to taste her throat, pleasure-heat spilling from her skin. It changed her flavor, deepening it with the zinc if blood. Just a quick nibble. Much as he wanted to be buried deep in a whole other sort of pleasure-heat, Roan enjoyed these moments of reintroduction. The talking and the giving of gifts. Precious moments where he got to reorientate around what was his.

No one was more Roan’s than Zephyrine. His wife, and a good one. Giggling at his antics. There were no squeals or slaps, playful or otherwise. Just a sweet surrender that tasted nothing like fear. Roan blinked at her, eyes warm, smile barely shifting his lips. All that staring making him wonder what went on behind her greedy eyes. Not enough to ask or pry. What did it matter when she allowed him to take all his possessiveness out on her body?

His, his, his. Hers. Necklace called in to spill from his fingers like a showman. He’d seen a similar trick from a merchant. Though he’d not been perching the lady on his lap. Unfortunate for him. Zephyrine went all over breathy avarice. Roan laughed. ”Good. Good. He had been right, she liked this one. None of her excitement for show. It made his smile spread until it dimpled his cheeks.

Roan’s hands flexed as she moved. Body tensing in preparation to grab hold and hang on. He wasn’t done! Her weight in his lap made him feel grounded. He wanted more, and maybe a few kisses for Perfect. He relaxed when she merely turned and did not leave. A change in position was acceptable. The back of her neck its own temptation. ”Of course, love.” Anything she wanted. Roan’s thumbs broke the clasp open, hands drawing it up around her throat.

His knuckles passed over her breasts because they could, not at all because they needed to. Trailing up along her skin over over her shoulders. Leaning in, Roan kissed the place the necklace out lay. Fragile bones beneath his lips and bottom teeth, which he dragged along behind them. Humming, he fought the clasp closed again and let the weight rest on her neck. ”Show me.” Voice low, hands sliding down her sides, Roan pat one side of her ass. ”I want to see if it looks as good as I imagined.” Beautiful things for his beautiful wife.

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Re: Our Bodies Safe to Shore
« Reply #8 on: June 27, 2019, 04:15:27 PM »
His mouth on her neck made Zeph pull her cheek between her teeth, fighting the conflicting impulses to either scrunch down and protect the ticklish skin from his breath or arch more fully and present it better. Her hands came up to his nape, scratching lightly and twirling into the short hair there.

Zephyrine was a covetous woman of nothing and no one more so than Roan, and her heart fluttered at his attention. That he didn't shy from her clinging grasp and instead seemed intent to return it in turn. His hands on her armed her, ever touch a little fire, a spark roused to life by his fingers. At her throat those same hands drew goose-flesh, fine hairs standing at attention.

Breathe deep, hold it, centering. She liked their game, wanted to keep playing because the little bubbles of anticipation in her felt good, better with the heat of him behind her and the coals igniting low in her belly. She felt humming and alive and vibrant, and since Roan was the one who gave her those feelings she felt that much more inclined to keep him close, greedy for him.

Knuckles across her breasts draw that held breath out with and edge of a his, lip pulled between teeth. Attention acute in following him, over her shoulders, the click of the clasp. Lips and teeth, and if Zephyrine weren't as invested in prolonging their little touches she'd squirm. Shifted anyway on his lap, easing back against him just slightly, muscles relaxed. Debating if she wanted him to make the first move or if she'd take it herself.

The pat to her ass makes her laugh, startled out of focus of the feel of them. "Perhaps better?" She teased, looking at him over her shoulder with a coy flutter of her lashes.

Twisting, shoulders back to better present chest and necklace, one hand to his collar the other to the closest wrist, nails scraping lightly. Chin down but eyes up, mouth a supple smile. "What do you think, mine? Does it satisfy?"

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Re: Our Bodies Safe to Shore
« Reply #9 on: July 20, 2019, 07:29:55 AM »

Tension mounted. Not the cold sort of twisting that made your spine ache and yours fists clench. That was for battle. The preparation of the hunt, the kill. This was a different sort of tension. It was shared between them in subtle ways Roan noticed without consciously understanding.

He felt it. Felt Zephyrine. The movement of her body. Heard it in the way she breathed. Deep and centering. Saw it in the way her skin prickled and bumped. Little nubs of flesh he wanted to run his tongue over. It was reflected in him. Spear hardening. Breath sitting deep in his lungs without hardly moving. Teeth rasping over her skin. Knuckles brushing her breasts.

Roan was the more obvious party. But he'd been desperate for Zephyrine upon sight of her. She was his. His wife to take care of his. His wife to love and pleasure and please. All of which he wanted to do so badly it made him grin like a fool when he accomplished it. A grin he showed her as she peered over her shoulder at him. Spine a welcoming curve he couldn't resist running his hand up.

"You make everything look better." Roan kissed the tip of her shoulder. It was true. She was beautiful and mysterious. Terrifying in that way women had of striking confusion and worry into a man. And so damn beautiful. Roan's hand stayed at her back. Supporting her as she twisted in his lap. Arching so he could see the necklace better at her throat, but all he could stare at were her breasts.

Her hands settled on him. Shoulder for comfort. Wrist for threat. Nails making the hairs on his arms stand up and a pulse throb down the length of his spear. "Oh yes." He rasped, voice strangled by lust that was like a giant jungle snake. Wrapping around him and squeezing the breath from his body. Dropping his hand to her hip, Roan tucked the other around her knee so she couldn't run away.

Leaning in, he ran his tongue between her skin and a piece of the glass. Fingers flexing and muscles tightening in reaction. Roan pulled her a little closer, until he felt her brush against his spear which flinched in response. He nuzzled her. Nuzzled the necklace. And then bit her breast through the fabric of her dress. Gently, so he didn't hurt her. But hard enough to feel the flesh give beneath his teeth. Supple, supple flesh.

"Zephyrine." He whined, pressing his whole face into her. Roan took a deep breath. Ass and thighs clenched tight to keep from thrusting at her. The chair groaned beneath them.

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« Reply #10 on: October 16, 2019, 02:12:14 AM »
So charming, she thought. Her Roan. It would be so easy to turn to him fully, to spread her thighs, lift her dress, and take him. Equally easy to stand them, spin and push, and climb atop him on the bed. The fantasy unfolded in her mind like the clearest web: dragging her snaketooth down his neck, unfastening his trousers, divesting him of his shirt. The heat, the stretch. The marks they'd leave on each other.

But, but, but. So much better, the chase and the game. So much better to get him where she wanted him, if she could get him there. A little delay would only groom her pleasure. She wanted to sink her teeth into him, but she would hold.

At least a little.

Looking down at the crown of his head as he leaned into her, held her close, it was heady. Easy to think such a man at her whim, despite his power, his build, his status. As much as she could get, she'd grab. But oh - his teeth against her flesh make her flutter, shiver, pinch the side of her cheek in an attempt to keep her resolve. She wanted a clean man to take to bed, and the idea of a bath, and the mess to make in it, was tugging at her much the same as Roan's teeth.

"My love. My Roan," she murmured, airy, teasing. The hand at his shoulder moved, nails, scraping up his nape and through his hair. A plan, she had a plan, or at least an edge she wanted to fight for, just a little. Get him to make chase.

She leaned into him, pressing closer, against his teeth, into his hands. Hitching up to keep her weight off his spear, teasing with her promised closeness. Lips bent down, above his ear, she brushed close enough to feel the fine hair there across her bottom lip. "Let me take care of you, hmm? Let me clean you up, my heart," tongue flicked out to taste the faint salt of him, she continued, "And then you can take care of me."

Flexing away carefully, not wanting to spark something too close to danger just yet, she scraped her nails against his scalp again. Zeph could take him clean. Take and make a mess of him in a different way, if he let her. 

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« Reply #11 on: February 15, 2020, 07:57:28 AM »

Incredibly dangerous. As dangerous as she was beautiful. Roan pressed his tongue to the flesh between his teeth. It was hard not to clench his jaw, to bite down until she screamed and squealed and bucked. It would feel good, and a little pain only heightened the pleasure. But he did not, nostrils flaring as she whispered sweetness into his ear and teased the hair at the back of neck.

Fingernails like claws. Promising him just as much wickedness in return. Wickedness and pain. Hands opening and closing, Roan tried to hold her tight while letting her get comfortable. Get closer. Pressing into him. Shoulders. Chest. Deep into this thighs and down his stomach. But not against his spear. Her ass tucked away from it. Teasing him, Roan knew, but thought he would die anyway as it pounded in agony.

Breathing hard, Roan kneaded the ribs that curved under her breast, chasing the tickle of her lips. "Aha, haha." Shuddering from the brief contact with her tongue, Roan sucked a bead of glass up from her collar bone. Pressed it to the roof of his mouth before letting it go, sure his voice would work this time. "Whatever my wife wants, of course."

Roan would have torn the whole islands apart if she'd asked. Letting her take care of him was easy enough, he was sure. And then he could take care of her. And Roan knew what she wanted. So far she had not complained about his lovemaking. Zephyrine seemed to enjoy it as much as he did.

Growling, he followed her fleeing body. Fingers gripping a hip so she couldn't slip too far away too fast. He wanted her close. Quick to rise behind her and leave the chair rocking in his wake. He shadowed her steps, hands petting. Arms. Sides. Hips. The curve of her ass. One adjusting the uncomfortable lie of his spear.

"Beautiful wife of mine." He sang softly near her ear as she lead him into the bathing room. Tub large, but pitted, its golden clawed feet tarnished. Wrapping an arm around her, Roan pressed his face into her neck and inhaled, pulling her flesh with his body so he press his spear into her. So she would know, what she probably already knew.

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Re: Our Bodies Safe to Shore
« Reply #12 on: February 21, 2020, 01:47:24 AM »
Heat. A rising tide under the summer sun. Flowing through her, following the tattoo of her heart, prickling where his teeth and tongue met her skin. Roan's desire was heady, powerful, and she fought herself not to sink nail and tooth into flesh, to sheath him right there on the stool.

Patience, she reminded herself. Remember: the game, the chase. She almost wished her wonderful dress would burn up between the heat of them, take the choice away. Instead she swallowed a throaty laugh and drew her teeth between her lip, bracing herself while Roan struggled for words. The clink of glass between his teeth sharpened her focus.

"Then come, love," she murmured, voice husky, grazing her nails down his neck as she stepped back. His attention buoyed her. His power, his heart, wrapped in her delicate threads - she'd lost her self in girlish delight at the idea when they were wed. It was a woman's hunger that guided her now. Tucking her grin into the corner of her mouth as they walked, tracking his hands across her body. Distracting man.

"Handsome husband," she replied, smiling at his levity, the tub in sight. He burned bright behind her, and then against her, around her, chest to back and the length of his spear against her. Leaning back, stretching up, Zeph put her lips close to Roan's throat. So close, and she reached back to grab his hips and hold him to her. "I was thinking bath first?" she purred. They could vanish their clothes, of course; and Zephyrine could step through his arms and out of her clothes and into the tub with a touch of Craft. But the idea of having him strip her was so much more appealing.

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Re: Our Bodies Safe to Shore
« Reply #13 on: March 07, 2020, 08:31:29 AM »

This is what made raiding so painful. It had been a chore before he'd found himself suddenly with a wife, but afterward Roan had fought the bit of expectation every step of the way. She was his. His first responsibility and care. When Roan was home in Corlay, only Zephyrine mattered. She consumed him.

And drove him mad. Taunting woman. Her Jewels should have shamed them both, but Zephyrine was so wicked. She turned everything to her purpose. And why did she need dark Jewels when she had his at her disposal? Zephyrine needed nothing but Roan. Wanted nothing but Roan. Warming under his fingers, she lead the way, but kept close so he could touch her.

Pressed closer still when he dragged her tight to him. Roan leaned into her seeking lips, arms circling her body as she reached back to hold him. He flattened his palm to her stomach, fingers spread wide so he could feel the hard mound of her pelvis, and the softness below her navel all at once. "Of course. I would never want to offend my wife with the stink of the mainland." And he always wanted to do what Zephyrine wanted him to.

Roan's other hand traveled up. Cupping and squeezing a breast. Thumb pinching before her slid it higher. Tangling with her necklace as he wrapped his fingers around her throat. Thump tilting her chin up so he could kiss her wicked, wicked lips. Bite at her dangerous tongue. Some warned she would lead him astray, but Roan only laughed. Zephyrine loved him, and he would believe nothing else.

He loved her too. Fingers gathering her skirt upward until he could trap it under his forearm and slide his hand down. Reach under her skirts to the warm place between her thighs. "You'll come in with me, of course?" His spear throbbed, fingers tightening at her throat, eyes drinking in the sight of her upthrust breasts. Roan ground against her.

In the water she would be slick and wet. As slippery as her caste. He'd have to hold her tight to keep her where he wanted her. Needed her.

Zephyrine Bélanger

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Re: Our Bodies Safe to Shore
« Reply #14 on: March 09, 2020, 11:37:10 PM »
She was losing her little internal battles. Blood a hungry tattoo. Skin prickling and sensitive. Scalp and spine alight with tings that spread down between her thighs. On edge, coiled, luxuriating in the suspense. A breath away from turning into him and taking his mouth, nails through his hair. Guiding down, down, until she could put his lips to better use.

The idea made her flush with want.

Palm a magnetic weight over her pelvis, her hips twitched up toward him. Dress gone, in the bath.

The bath.

"So considerate, husband mine," she murmured, breathing deep to prevent the stutter of her chest as the passage of his hand. And to put her breast more fully in his palm.

Then her throat. The warmth of his grip, the scrape of his callouses. The danger of him; his height, his caste, his jewels. So much greater. All of him held so gently in her fanged grip that Zephyrine would sometimes barely dare to say she held at all. And yet, he curved around her, bent to her, satisfied her. Loved her. And she loved him, too. So fiercely she'd tear him apart to keep him with her. He was hers, after all. Before anything or anyone else.

Skirts lifted, she couldn't keep her breath from hissing through her teeth. The play of his fingers, however light, across her sex, the pressure of his hand at her throat, his spear behind her. The threat of him, the promise of his hunger. Zeph allowed herself to relax more fully against him, pressing into him. Deliciously trapped.

But someone had to start the bath.

"Of course," she purred, one hand coming up to lace their grip together over her neck. Carefully she drew him away, fingers fitting with his. Eyes up, watching, she stepped forward and through her dress, until it hung limply from his arm. Another flicker of Craft to start the taps, and Zeph raised a playful eyebrow, angling back to face him.

"Will you remove your clothes, or shall I?"
 

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