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RESIDENCE ✦ cabin on the mountainside between Sumarlok and Camp Whitegrave
GEMBOND ✦ Amethyst"You haven't even seen my bad side yet."
[ Unlike the last time, Gwenhwyfar isn't drained from losing control, so rebounding would be easier this time. Though she came to Joric on a night she would be sleeping -- with only having a need of three nights of sleep, it was likely she would be a common sight around here.
She uses the moment to catch her breath, closing her eye as Joric presses his forehead against hers. For whatever reason, she doesn't have the words to tell him that she loves the gesture.
Or that she would still have enough energy for seconds. Gentle hands brush away any hair sticking to his face as she opens her eye back up, looking at the color of his eyes. They're a sharp contrast to the ruby-red color that she has, so undeniably attractive to her. With pale hands cupping his face, she kisses him, slowly and deliberately longer than she usually would.
Joric was special, he wasn't like her other lovers. Eventually, Gwenhwyfar pulls herself off of him and stands, a little more confident in her nudity. For her, it's always been difficult to feel confident with the number of scars that litter her body. With her dress in her arms, she is making a small effort to keep his place tidy... even if he won't. ]
[ He pushed himself as hard as he could and though he would never give up the chance at a second round, he would request a little rest beforehand. Even now his arms hang limp at his sides and his back bows forward as he rests his head against hers. Humming out a content note into her mouth as they kiss, he feels completely at ease and at peace. Two people drawn together by knowing what it's like to lose control and return to themselves again covered in blood, and yet they can spend quiet, beautiful moments together like this, soaking in the afterglow.
Chuckling at her words, he moves to lie back on the bed, head on his pillow and tucking an arm underneath it as well. ]
You didn't get that dirty.
[ Not that he'd refuse to bathe her if she wished it; far from it actually. But he can't help but tease back a little. ]
[ It's hard to say why she feels the need to do domestic things in the presence of a man she appreciates. If Joric wasn't careful, he would likely find her mending his clothes and doing his laundry.
Even now, she's straightened up, she turns back to him, choosing to lay beside him. ]
[ And she would find he wouldn't protest at all, because he doesn't bother mending his clothes when they get rips in them and he only half-asses washing his clothes too. ]
No. But there's no point getting clean just yet. I might get you dirty again before morning.
[ He rests a hand on her hip, gently rubbing his palm over her hip bone. Sure, he's tired, but he can't seem to get enough of her already and who knows what might happen? ]
[ He's getting the impression that there are times she tires of him speaking and that's when she just goes ahead and covers his mouth so he'll stop. Should he be offended? It's hard to know; he's so tired. So he just kisses her fingers and drops his eye lid shut, sliding a hand to her back to draw her close. He'll just rest ten minutes or so, surely.
And if not, well there's always the morning. No point in giving her a bath unless she's good and dirty first, right? ]
[ It's only her way of teasing him; when he kisses her hand, she starts to legitimately giggle to herself. When he pulls her close, Gwenhwyfar immediately takes the opportunity to draw close, offering up a real kiss on the lips in return. Whether or not it's ten minutes, he'll have the benefit of Gwenhwyfar gently soothing him with the gentle draw of her fingers through his hair. ]
[ In the morning, he'll blame her for why he slept solidly throughout the night. It was her gentle, caressing fingers touching his hair that keep him content and unable to wake back up. But he'll get over it soon enough. ]
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She uses the moment to catch her breath, closing her eye as Joric presses his forehead against hers. For whatever reason, she doesn't have the words to tell him that she loves the gesture.
Or that she would still have enough energy for seconds. Gentle hands brush away any hair sticking to his face as she opens her eye back up, looking at the color of his eyes. They're a sharp contrast to the ruby-red color that she has, so undeniably attractive to her. With pale hands cupping his face, she kisses him, slowly and deliberately longer than she usually would.
Joric was special, he wasn't like her other lovers. Eventually, Gwenhwyfar pulls herself off of him and stands, a little more confident in her nudity. For her, it's always been difficult to feel confident with the number of scars that litter her body. With her dress in her arms, she is making a small effort to keep his place tidy... even if he won't. ]
Do not think you're free of owing me a bath.
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Chuckling at her words, he moves to lie back on the bed, head on his pillow and tucking an arm underneath it as well. ]
You didn't get that dirty.
[ Not that he'd refuse to bathe her if she wished it; far from it actually. But he can't help but tease back a little. ]
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Even now, she's straightened up, she turns back to him, choosing to lay beside him. ]
I like baths, is there something wrong with that?
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No. But there's no point getting clean just yet. I might get you dirty again before morning.
[ He rests a hand on her hip, gently rubbing his palm over her hip bone. Sure, he's tired, but he can't seem to get enough of her already and who knows what might happen? ]
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[ Not that she would be opposed to it -- she's just surprised he would even have the energy. ]
I was certain you would fall asleep soon, Cariad.
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A short nap, perhaps.
[ At least that would be his intent. Who knows how long a recovery time he'll need after that? ]
You make it a challenge to keep my hands off you.
[ Even now as his body relaxes into the mattress and gets ready for sleep his hand strokes along her skin, not wanting to release her. ]
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[ Because the feeling is mutual, after all. She eventually snuggles up to him, running her fingers through his hair. ]
But if you need a full night's sleep...
[ Now she's just teasing him. ]
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[ He cracks open an eye to peer at her. ]
Don't think I can't satisfy you again, because I can. I just need to rest my eyes a moment.
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[ Gwenhwyfar goes far as to press a hand over his lips. ]
Rest your eyes, then, I won't be going anywhere.
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And if not, well there's always the morning. No point in giving her a bath unless she's good and dirty first, right? ]
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