I'd hate to think of anyone accusing us of lacking thoroughness. We are reputed to be stubborn, after all.
[ One hand slides up her side to cup against her ribs, just under the swell of one breast, even as his lips find the curve where throat meets shoulder. He pauses there, sucking lightly, adding just the lightest scrape of teeth to her flesh. ]
We're reputed to be a lot of things; "stubborn" is likely the least of them.
[ Her breath hitches a little as he nips at her skin, but it only serves to encourage. She grins wickedly, not giving him the time to slowly entice her, and instead squirming away and fairly adeptly slipping over him, one hand nudging his shoulder down, moving to straddle.
Maybe she looks a little too smug at such a small accomplishment, but it's still early, and they're both still hungover. ]
You are tickling me, intentional or not, and I've already sworn revenge against you once already, so... I'm going to sit here until I can think of what exactly it is that you've deserved.
Always a risk, as I am but one adviser. [ Still, he's grinning, no heat behind the words other than the gentle teasing they've taken up. ] What is it you think I deserve, my lady? I humbly surrender whatever judgement you deem justice.
I thought you wanted to make a suggestion? [ She shifts her hips where she lies on top of him, showing all the signs of being a large, predatory cat. ] Don't you want the chance to plead your case?
[ It sounds like one of the judgments she'd been roped into, sitting on a throne that makes her feel more powerful than she'd ever wanted to feel. Luckily, it's much less likely that this will result in jailing or execution, but no less pressing for the pair of them. ]
I would never suggest anything so scandalous. [ She matches his expression with one of her own, but it melts quickly into something full of scrutiny and very serious. ] But if you leave your fate to the Inquisition, and to the Inquisitor, specifically, I can't promise any mercy. I've heard she can be frightfully harsh.
Oh, frightfully indeed. [ He's swift to agree in mock seriousness. ] All her underlings spend every day quaking in terror. She's quite the tyrant. A single look from her and they are likely to fall whimpering at her feet.
And thank the Maker for that; I've heard she doesn't take well to whimpering or groveling.
[ So be it. Swiftly and with more fervor than before, she leans in to capture his mouth in hers, the first of many. The kiss is slow, perhaps painfully slow, but deep. Not at all sloppy. She stretches her arm out along his, tracing idle lines along his skin, across his palm.
There will be time for more of their flirting in between, when she gives him a break. ]
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[ One hand slides up her side to cup against her ribs, just under the swell of one breast, even as his lips find the curve where throat meets shoulder. He pauses there, sucking lightly, adding just the lightest scrape of teeth to her flesh. ]
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[ Her breath hitches a little as he nips at her skin, but it only serves to encourage. She grins wickedly, not giving him the time to slowly entice her, and instead squirming away and fairly adeptly slipping over him, one hand nudging his shoulder down, moving to straddle.
Maybe she looks a little too smug at such a small accomplishment, but it's still early, and they're both still hungover. ]
You are tickling me, intentional or not, and I've already sworn revenge against you once already, so... I'm going to sit here until I can think of what exactly it is that you've deserved.
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Am I allowed to make suggestions?
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[ It sounds like one of the judgments she'd been roped into, sitting on a throne that makes her feel more powerful than she'd ever wanted to feel. Luckily, it's much less likely that this will result in jailing or execution, but no less pressing for the pair of them. ]
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I, however, happen to be very bad at grovelling.
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[ So be it. Swiftly and with more fervor than before, she leans in to capture his mouth in hers, the first of many. The kiss is slow, perhaps painfully slow, but deep. Not at all sloppy. She stretches her arm out along his, tracing idle lines along his skin, across his palm.
There will be time for more of their flirting in between, when she gives him a break. ]