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[happydreamed]

[Well, if she doesn't want him to hold back, then she certainly can't complain when that repeated bite makes him make a mess over her stomach, crying out her name again.

He needs a minute to catch his breath, but he's still plenty hard. Thanks, tea.]

[sangreine]

[ Complaining isn't on the agenda, no. She shifts to kiss him again, gently and undemanding, almost offensively pleased with herself. ]

I wonder how many times I can make that happen? [ She does love a challenge. ]

[happydreamed]

[Weakly, but still very clearly pleased as well:] I have the strangest feeling I'm going to find out.

[He strokes a hand through her hair.]

[sangreine]

I can go easy for a moment, give you a break while you tie me into knots for a while.

[ She lays back onto the bed, loosely wrapping him in her arms. ] I'm sure you can think of something for that.

[happydreamed]

I'll try to come up with something.

[Kantera nuzzles at her neck, pressing kisses there and over her collarbone.]

[sangreine]

[ A few nuzzles and kisses is evidently all it takes to get her in quite the state. This tea is wonderful stuff, they should bottle it. ]

I have faith in you. [ One leg curls around his hip, urging him closer. ]

[happydreamed]

[They should absolutely keep some of this tea for later, for personal use.

Kantera tugs the top of her dress down and out of the way so he can trail kisses down her chest. Murmuring against her skin: beautiful, beloved.]

[sangreine]

[ Dress is long gone but let's say she's wearing some undergarment he can tug on Saya's back arches of the bed, her fingers twining in his hair, breath short and ragged. Not caring one whit about being perfectly shameless. That tea is certainly something. ]

[happydreamed]

[I am so good at remembering clothing, thank you. She's hardly possessed of much shame without the tea - as is only right, she deserves to enjoy herself fully with her husband of all people - but seeing her extra reactive is a treat. Kantera smooths his hand over her thigh before brushing lightly against her core.]

[sangreine]

[ Yes, well. Where's the fun in shame? She'd much rather gasp and moan at his touch, tensing in surprise at the intensity, how the heat in her surges immediately. Her eyes go from red to gold in an instant as her hips curl toward him, seeking his touch. Needy and desperate. ]

[happydreamed]

Beautiful. Absolutely perfect.

[When she needs his touch like this, he could never deny her. He slips a finger inside her, moving in and out in a steady rhythm.]

I've got you, dear.