Her breath catches in her throat as his fingers drag up her skin. His touch sends a shiver through her, and even though there's only a flimsy shirt, she finds that to even be too much. She wants to be bare in front of him, and let him touch her in places a touch more intimate than her back. But she's not about to go careening towards that just yet. For now, she enjoys kissing along his neck, slowly working a patch of skin that'll bruise by the time she's done with it. Her mana surges forth when his markings flicker, but years of honed control prevent it from manifesting in magic.
With a parting kiss, she glances down at his chest plate. Her fingers run over one of the straps holding it up, but they don't dare yet tug it loose. "You're a bit overdressed," she gently teases. But nothing comes off of him without his permission. Even if it winds up with him completely dressed and her buck naked, so be it. Better that and let him be comfortable than forcing anything.
He'd been rather enjoying her mouth of his neck, his skin tingling, his breath catching in his throat. It sent the lyrium afire but he didn't care. Her touch was dizzying, intoxicating, and he didn't it to stop.
So when it does stop, he lets out an almost comical whine, following her a little, before his brain catches up with the rest of him, realising she's speaking to him. He lets out a low, rumbling chuckle.
"That is very true," a smirk plays across his lips, trying to put her at ease, letting her know he was in the moment, too. "We'd best deal with that sharply, hadn't we?"
"I couldn't agree more." Her fingers itched to touch more of his bare skin, so she's all too happy to get to work on his chest plate. She yanks on the straps, loosening them until she can undo them. One by one they come loose until the entire plate looks ready to fall off. Relm gently takes it, pulling it off of him before setting it down carefully on the floor.
Relm hums, arms wrapping around him as she presses close to him, no longer buffeted by the chest plate. "Much better," she purrs, her fingers dipping under his shirt to run along his back.
He lets out a low hum, delight and desire thrumming through his chest as she presses closer to him. He shivers as her fingers brush against his skin, his own fumbling with her shirt.
"I couldn't agree more."
He dips his head to capture her lips in a kiss again, deep, hard, wanting.
Relm considers it a testament to the monumental willpower she's exhibiting right now that she's not throwing him down on his bed and just getting straight to the steamiest bits. Especially when he's kissing her like this and making her feel like she's the most important thing in the world. Maker help her, she's just human, and she only has so much control. It's been fraying for awhile now, but it's finally catching up to her. She kisses him back just as hard, just as deeply, and just as needy. She groans into the kiss, hands blindly fumbling for the straps of his gauntlets to get them off. There's far too much on him and she wants it off.
When they finally break apart, Relm's gulping down air, her pace and words rushed. "You're so - what's that phrase? The Tevene one." One gauntlet's freed, and that gets tossed to the floor with far less care than the chestplate. "Festis bei... uno? Umo - fuck." And off goes the other one.
Later, he may think to thank her for her phenomenal patience. Not that he's a paragon of it himself, just now. He frees a hand to try and help her with the other gauntlet, pulling it off and letting it clatter noisily to the floor with the other one. He pays them no mind. They'll survive. It means his fingertips are free to drag down her skin, to touch her- skin to skin.
"Festis bei umo canavarum," he corrects with a rumbling chuckle, mouthing at her neck. "Perhaps you meant that one?"
"Yes," she gasps as his lips brush along her neck. "That. Festis bei umo canavarum, Fenris. So.. so much." Relm clutches at his back and shoulders, head spinning pleasantly as he works at her neck.
With a tug, she pulls them back towards the bed. Yes, her patience has been considerable but now it's running out. They can't be standing around forever anyway.
His tone is amused, though his voice is deep and heavy with want. He allows her to steer them towards the bed, stumbling a little but not minding one bit. Once there, he falls back to sit on the edge of it, pulling her down onto his lap- his mouth meeting hers again, all tongue and teeth.
It's a testament to their higher brain functions that they're able to carry on a conversation, though Relm wonders how long that'll last. Especially with how she's in his lap and only two pairs of flimsy underwear and his pants are in between them now. So of course she grinds her hips against his, wanting some kind of friction, anything to feed into the heat building in her.
"Me?" she says innocently as she pulls back gasping for air. "I have no idea what you're talking about." She bites gently on his lower lip.
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With a parting kiss, she glances down at his chest plate. Her fingers run over one of the straps holding it up, but they don't dare yet tug it loose. "You're a bit overdressed," she gently teases. But nothing comes off of him without his permission. Even if it winds up with him completely dressed and her buck naked, so be it. Better that and let him be comfortable than forcing anything.
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So when it does stop, he lets out an almost comical whine, following her a little, before his brain catches up with the rest of him, realising she's speaking to him. He lets out a low, rumbling chuckle.
"That is very true," a smirk plays across his lips, trying to put her at ease, letting her know he was in the moment, too. "We'd best deal with that sharply, hadn't we?"
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Relm hums, arms wrapping around him as she presses close to him, no longer buffeted by the chest plate. "Much better," she purrs, her fingers dipping under his shirt to run along his back.
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"I couldn't agree more."
He dips his head to capture her lips in a kiss again, deep, hard, wanting.
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When they finally break apart, Relm's gulping down air, her pace and words rushed. "You're so - what's that phrase? The Tevene one." One gauntlet's freed, and that gets tossed to the floor with far less care than the chestplate. "Festis bei... uno? Umo - fuck." And off goes the other one.
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"Festis bei umo canavarum," he corrects with a rumbling chuckle, mouthing at her neck. "Perhaps you meant that one?"
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With a tug, she pulls them back towards the bed. Yes, her patience has been considerable but now it's running out. They can't be standing around forever anyway.
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His tone is amused, though his voice is deep and heavy with want. He allows her to steer them towards the bed, stumbling a little but not minding one bit. Once there, he falls back to sit on the edge of it, pulling her down onto his lap- his mouth meeting hers again, all tongue and teeth.
"I could well say the same to you."
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"Me?" she says innocently as she pulls back gasping for air. "I have no idea what you're talking about." She bites gently on his lower lip.