Ruth hummed, the end turning gruff as she let out her delicious little noise. All in good time. He’d see her right, have her panting, breathless, and body shattered with exhaustion. “That’s a good girl, now.” The waif of cloth that clung to her left little to the imagination, yet his mind remained focused, even when fogged in the eyes. “Later is fine… and maybe,” smirk flashed briefly, “I’ll definitely be manoeuvring in your small cubbie.. oh you mean your bed space,” a half-shrug was tossed, “it's too tight to tie you against something proper.” Yes, even she wasn’t immune, but she loved the nasty talk.
The room had been a bit of a stretch, he’d arrived earlier than planned, but he’d made due with far less. Rolling his eyes in an effort to play dramatic, Ruth relented. “Fine, fine. I’m only picky about a few things,” no he wasn’t, everything was game for criticism, “but that bed will be thoroughly taken advantage of once ready.”
She peeled away from him, fingers searching and drawing him along to follow after her. He scoffed lightly at her comment. “I said so, didn’t I? A week or two. Travelled through Antiva, awful place, heading down to Orlais for some work. Had to stop by and see the best hot fuck I know.”
Was she? Probably. He had few steady partners, but everyone knew the deal. Ruth belonged to no one, was responsible for himself alone and staunchly unapologetic about it. Too careful and wary of lessons learned, his heart remained unmoved. There would be no feelings, simply joint carnal release.
Willie was his favourite though. Few were able to keep up with his antics both in wit and bedding activities. They had fun, but Ruth was aware that she didn’t deserve the worst of him too. Like many things in his life, the line between habit and addiction was blurred and while in his company, she was his alone and he hers, even when the other found a different bedmate for the night. There was still a jealousy when she did, but in a way where Ruth was only proving his point that no one could really care, or let someone in and fully trust them. People were too full of shit to give a damn.
“I think those boys addled your brain,” he’d chuckle, picking up a bottle of oil and bringing it to his nose. A quick sniff told him it was a mixture of sweet grass and lemon, “We can stay in that bath for hours with a hint of magic,” his free hand waved. He’d pout, walking towards her and dropping off the bottle, “and you claimed to have missed me, tut tut.”
As hands reached the hem of his shirt his foot would kick the door behind them shut. A sly grin curled wickedly across his lips and he toss her a last wink and comment before pulling over a few layers. “How many times you been in here and sat there thinkin’ ‘Gods, could really use some Ruth dick, about now?’”
The room had been a bit of a stretch, he’d arrived earlier than planned, but he’d made due with far less. Rolling his eyes in an effort to play dramatic, Ruth relented. “Fine, fine. I’m only picky about a few things,” no he wasn’t, everything was game for criticism, “but that bed will be thoroughly taken advantage of once ready.”
She peeled away from him, fingers searching and drawing him along to follow after her. He scoffed lightly at her comment. “I said so, didn’t I? A week or two. Travelled through Antiva, awful place, heading down to Orlais for some work. Had to stop by and see the best hot fuck I know.”
Was she? Probably. He had few steady partners, but everyone knew the deal. Ruth belonged to no one, was responsible for himself alone and staunchly unapologetic about it. Too careful and wary of lessons learned, his heart remained unmoved. There would be no feelings, simply joint carnal release.
Willie was his favourite though. Few were able to keep up with his antics both in wit and bedding activities. They had fun, but Ruth was aware that she didn’t deserve the worst of him too. Like many things in his life, the line between habit and addiction was blurred and while in his company, she was his alone and he hers, even when the other found a different bedmate for the night. There was still a jealousy when she did, but in a way where Ruth was only proving his point that no one could really care, or let someone in and fully trust them. People were too full of shit to give a damn.
“I think those boys addled your brain,” he’d chuckle, picking up a bottle of oil and bringing it to his nose. A quick sniff told him it was a mixture of sweet grass and lemon, “We can stay in that bath for hours with a hint of magic,” his free hand waved. He’d pout, walking towards her and dropping off the bottle, “and you claimed to have missed me, tut tut.”
As hands reached the hem of his shirt his foot would kick the door behind them shut. A sly grin curled wickedly across his lips and he toss her a last wink and comment before pulling over a few layers. “How many times you been in here and sat there thinkin’ ‘Gods, could really use some Ruth dick, about now?’”
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