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[ He chuckles at her reaction, so open and honest, and wastes no time in pushing back his chair and getting an arm under her knees to lift her as he stands. The intention is to carry her to the bed, though he's honestly happy to have her anywhere he can. But the bed is comfortable and the table is covered in his playing cards, so it's the easy choice to make. ]

Than you shall. I see no reason why you should leave me afterwards.

[ With a few strides he's at his bed and moves to set her down upon the mattress. ]

[ It's partially his fault how quick to the point she is. Gwenhwyfar adjusts herself on the bed so that her head rests comfortably on the pillows. During the summer, she wears loose linen dresses, always in pastels or whites simply because she doesn't think bright colors suit her.

Gwenhwyfar looks up at him with a soft, adoring smile. ]

It's getting harder to be without you.

[ Gwenhwyfar makes a gesture, beckoning him to her. ]

[ It seems the two of them are as ensnared as the other. He enjoys having the freedom to go where he likes and do what he likes, but there is a certain kind of loneliness in the nights they are apart. ]

Do you still wish to keep the arrangement we have and endure such, or are you wishing for more nights together?

[ He bends one knee down on the mattress and leans himself over her pale form. ]

I always want more nights with you.

[ She cups his cheeks, gently guiding him towards her as she gently rubs her thumbs. It's hard for her to convey those feelings into words, as usual and she's sure Joric can relate to that. They're so much alike when it comes to their struggles to express themselves. ]

And I don't mind being a permanent fixture here.

[ If... if he can ignore the fat she doesn't sleep some nights. She's not sure if that comes off as creepy or not. ]

[ He nods quietly within the touch of her hands before he's hovering his face above hers. This is a natural step forward for the two of them to take and the last few years he's learned to not take company for granted. In the past he would have wanted his space to be alone but after what he's suffered the loneliness is something he wants to avoid. ]

Then stay with me.

[ Eye lids lower as his voice does, and he closes the distance between them to capture her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. His forearms prop him up above her while he explores her mouth and the feelings Synchrony brings flow out of him. ]

I'm not going anywhere.

[ Throwing her arms around him, Gwenhwyar pulls him closer to her. Joric can be her's for the evening and all to herself. The intensity of his kiss is also a pleasant surprise, Gwenhwyfar returning it with just as much fervor. It isn't lost on her, the feelings and energy he projects upon synnchnrony. In their kiss, she smiles against his lip and as eager as she is to have Joric, she still manages that soft touch, rubbing Joric's cheek. ]

[ It isn't long before he's slipping his hands beneath her to roll them both onto their sides so he can start pushing up her dress and caressing each bit of skin he exposes. After all that's happened in this place like the time he turned into a headless monster, the time she lost control, or the various people they've known who have disappeared back home, Joric doesn't take a second of this for granted. He can hardly express it in words, so it's good that Synchrony can convey it for him. ]

We're wearing too many clothes.

[ That much he can say without hesitation. ]

Of course you would say that.

[ Never mind she instigated this. She won't admit until later that her whole purpose for coming to Joric was to sleep with him. Encouraged by the way he pushes up her dress, Gwenhwyfar's hands follow his to shed the loose-fitting dress of her body quickly as he turns her. ]

Fair is fair, Cariad, if I'm fully unclothed, you must be, too.

[ He merely laughs, taking his hands off her in order to undress. He sits up to pull the shirt off over his head and toss it aside, and pulling down his pants and kicking them aside is the work of a moment. Once they're naked, he slips an arm around her and splays a hand across the small of her back as he presses his body to hers. ]

See? I am always fair.

[ His voice is low and rumbling as he brings his mouth close to her ear. ]

Now; how should we begin?

[ She can't help the giggle that slips out of her with his lips pressed against her ear. The way his voice rumbles in his throat and the tickle of his beard brings a small smile to her face. Wrapping her hands around Joric, Gwenhwyfar snuggles close to him.

She starts with small kisses down his shoulder. ]

Anything you like.

[ Although she's for Joric taking the lead, Gwenhwyfar's hands are already descending down his body, making their way to draw a hand against his length. ]

Mm. Maybe I want you to surprise me.

[ His breath hitches in his throat when he feels her fingers brush against him. He's never been very patient, but he will try if there's something good at the end of it, so while he wants to guide her hand the way he wants to feel her, he waits to see what she'll do. ]

You give me too many liberties.

[ It feels like Joric has given her an early birthday present when he says that. She smiles at him sweetly before turning him onto his back as she slips on him. Her full intent is to rile him, of course, using the weight of her body to gently press against his length. ]

You're lucky I don't feel like tying down your hands this time. This is much more fun.

[ Gwenhwyfar says while starting to cant her hip into his. ]

Call it a sign of trust if you'd like.

[ His hands lift to rest on her hips, not so much guiding her movements as helping her stay balanced atop him. He groans, biting his lip as he mirrors her movements, pressing their bodies together. ]

You feel so good.

I'm flattered.

[ But it does go to her head for a slight moment where she has Joric under her and not the way around. She feels powerful like this, controlling the movement of her hips against his, even with his guiding hands.

Should she continue this, however, it would drive her mad. She leans down to Joric, pressing a tender kiss to his lips. It's what he deserves, of course, and a little more. Even with the chance to subdue Joric underneath her, she can't help but fall back on the urge to spoil him. From his lips, she draws a line down to his naval, down to the spot she knows that will drive him just as mad. With a gentle hand over his cock, she gives a small tug, leaning down to kiss it. With him firmly in her hand, Gwenhwyfar's gaze wanders up to him. ]

Tell me how much you want it.

[ His hips jerk as she takes him in hand. ]

Yes!

[ Joric, that is not an amount. Try again. ]

I want it so much.

[ Breathing heavily, he reaches down to stroke her hair back from her face. He's completely under her power for whatever she wishes to do, as long as she keeps up with something. ]

Will you?

[ Her grip on him is gentle but firm, tantalizing all the same as her fingers glide down his skin. She settles herself right over him, legs lazily propped up behind her. She breathes against him. ]

I like it when you beg.

[ As much as he does with her no doubt. It's the chemistry of their relationship, a shift of control between both of them for the same result. But Gwenhwyfar can't tease for too long -- she gets too impatient herself. Without further delay, Gwenhwyfar wraps her lips around his length in her hand, slowly dragging it in her mouth. ]

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