[Past] The Night

Ophelia couldn't help the smile that spread across her face, radiant, and truly fueled by warmth at his disarming charisma once again on display, along with a promise to teach her patience, I'm afraid you'll grow bored of me over time, I've been resistant to being taught patience since I was born, it seems like. I'm sure my brothers would try and warn you off that endeavor to save you the hassle. She hid that smile behind her hand as he finally chose the book for their evening, I'm sure what ever it is you've chosen will compliment your voice just so, that between it and the rain out side I will be fast asleep, regardless of the content, even if it does happen to be slightly racy. And as for you, I'm certain that a warm body next to you will help you doze off for a while? Perhaps?

As much as she wanted to say she didn't watch him undress, she did, unabashedly, her own arms allowing the outer robe to slid away from her frame and leaving her completely naked for him again to drink his fill in. She had never felt any sort of .. anything, for anyone before, but he woke things in her that she didn't think would ever stir, let alone become so increasingly distracting with the memory of his waist wedged perfectly between her legs, the excitement of roof tops and chases having done nothing to quell the spell he seemed to have her captured in. We're making it difficult on one another, I imagine. And she did a she was told, doing nothing to stop the shiver that ran through her at the lower register of his voice that had her wishing she hadn't shed her clothing quite so easily, then she could have at least hidden that between his voice, his frame, and her imagination that she was certain the level of her arousal was about to start sliding down her inner thigh.

And then he was dressing her in his shirt, the fabric falling into place, sliding over touch hungry skin, and Lia couldn't stop the quiet whine that rose from her as her heart thumped loudly in her chest, Thank you, but we're both half naked or dressed how ever you want to see it, and I feel like neither of us have the mind for reading now, even if I used the book as a pretense to have your hands on me. She used the opportunity to pull the sheets and blankets down when he stepped back, Or inside of me, there's a game I've heard whispered among other ladies, in which one is made to read while their companion slides their fingers in and out of them, and if one stops reading, then the fingers stop. I've also heard tales of it being played with tongues, but I'm somewhat uncertain of how that would actually work. It's not like the tongue could go in, there. Can it? She had been in the process of crawling up onto the bed when she stopped and turned to ask him this, plumping the pillows into the center. She wouldn't need one as she was intending to use his shoulder as her pillow for the evening.

See, I didn't tip my hand until just then, did I? Or should I have held it a little while longer? I'm a quick study when properly motivated. She smiled widely again as she finally lowered herself down onto the bed and quickly getting her feet under the covers, her eyes turning back to take in his frame, and the scar there, but instead of her being worried about it, it added to his "old soldier" history in her mind. He had been injured at some point, and she didn't know the history behind that, and she wasn't about to ask and bring up a bad memory when he was crawling into bed with her. Another time. And I'd be lying if I didn't admit that I'd like to have you back between my legs as soon as possible, even if that is only your fingers. Her voice dropped some, as she rolled up on her side, waiting for him to join her in the bed. Even if that has to be with imagining my own hand as yours for a little while longer.

@Malachai Valentius