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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[ 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. ]