[Gannicus does not care what this room was made for. If they get caught, that is, as far as he's concerned, not their problem.
But he hasn't had sex since before arriving in Kirkwall and so maybe he's a bit eager, too. Her fingers are exploring his stomach, and then lower, and he hitches a breath and leans forward to press a secret smile against her skin, one hand inching up her thigh, her waist, to cup a breast.]
I had planned on feasting on you. Should I save that for another day?
[He's on the same train of thought she is, frankly, but then he leans down and takes a nipple between his teeth. He does not bite down, but grins as he teases, his eyes flicking up to look at her.]
Shit, [ she draws in a hiss of breath, struck by his words, their potential and the mental image they evoke, as well as the graze of his teeth against her breast. One knee tightens against his hip, the other tilting open. Oh, how sheād like him to, but— ]
Another day. In a bed. Those piles of furs. [ Truly, what better way than body heat to stay warm on a chilly Kirkwall morning, with these bedrooms and towers all made of cold forbidding stone? Even now, half out of the water, Gannicusā body radiates tantalising heat: his warm mouth at her nipple, his warm flesh beneath her hand. Two can be a tease, and so she runs a finger along his cock before giving another exploratory stroke, sedate for the moment despite her words about hurrying. Impishly: ]
A feast implies a while. I think your mouth deserves a chance to take its time, for that.
[His grin widens, and his tongue slips out to tease her nipple, and then he's slotting himself between her legs and running his hands up her sides.]
As my lady Starling commands.
[He slips one hand back down, to her leg, to tug it up over his hip. His cock presses against her, and he rocks his hips a little to run it over her wetness and to tease her, just a little, to get her warmer for him.
He keeps his other hand moving until he can cup her cheek and tug her to kiss him again, his chest against hers. She's glorious; not as soft as the women he's used to, but beautiful and lithe just the same.]
[ Itās well-matched, she thinks, pleased. Theyāre both carved out of hard-earned functional muscle, their bodies hard-lived and built to purpose. Her arm hooks over Gannicusā shoulder again, fingers pressing against the jagged line of some old scar on his back, the mark of the arena having set its stamp on him. Given more time, another day, sheāll want to explore that map.
And Astrid makes another strangled noise as he rocks against her, her mouth against his, and winds up biting his lip; chiding, for remaining so tantalisingly out-of-reach. Damp from the baths and her own arousal, itās easy for him to slick himself with her. Itās been a while; she hasnāt been with anyone since before Kirkwall, either. One could say sheās hungry for it, that loneliness knocking at her door. ]
Alright, [ Astridās voice is ragged, between kisses. ] You literal cocktease. Fuck me already.
[He laughs, and he pushes inside of her, tilting his hips just so to make it fast. She takes him in; for a moment he's just there, frozen against her, and then his hands come down to grab the flesh of her ass, to pull her closer to him.]
Just-
[His smile is broad against her skin, and he bites on her throat to worry a mark there as he begins to fuck her with long, hard strokes.]
[ Astrid makes a desperate noise as she readjusts to the feeling again, a moan as she tilts her jaw to grant him better access, with his teeth and tongue and a bruise sheāll be able to savour tomorrow. Good. Yes. Sheād suspected he might be good at this part.
When it comes to distractions, this is one of her favourites: the rest of the world and its worries fading and receding away, replaced with the all-consuming simple focus of warm skin on skin, the pleasant friction and sensation of being filled with him, as she maintains her precarious balance on the edge of the stone. With each thrust, her fingernails unconsciously dig harder into his shoulder as she holds on; raking her own marks into his skin. She gasps an unintelligible Avvar curse at a particularly sharp snap of his hips, followed by his name. ] Gannicus—
[She says his name and he turns his head, tries to find her mouth to swallow whatever she might say next and twists his hips in a way that he knows makes women squirm and kisses her, and kisses her.
This is better than the wine that is still sticky on her mouth and his, this is better than the warmth of the water that's pooled around his calves. Her skin almost burns against his; he knows he'll be thinking of her when he's wrapped in his furs later.
The pain from her claws, like a bird, that only makes it better.]
[ This wonāt take too-too long at all; between her long months of unintended solitude, their intent to rush this to begin with, his gladiatorās stamina and that brutal pace, and that maddening trained twist to his hips. Astrid tries to hang on for a while longer, but he can eventually feel it in the way her whole body starts to go even more tense and taut, her breath shallower, her muscles cordoning from her heel digging into his thighs to her nails scraping red furrows into him. ]
Lady, fuck,
[ and that, just like that, with her knees hitching to drive him even deeper, sheās finally coming around him with a noisy cry echoing through the hollow acoustics of the bath. ]
[He practically puffs up with pride at how he made her come, how he undid her so quickly, and it helps because she's so fucking beautiful when she comes, when her pleasure drives pain into his shoulders with her claws.
She's not the only one who isn't going to take long.
He huffs against her skin and then pants his own orgasm, his body leaning against hers. He presses soft kisses right against her jaw, one right after the other in a smooth line.]
[ Astrid shivers at that peppering of kisses, sending a ripple down her spine. And she nips at Gannicusā ear in exchange, lightly tugging his earlobe between her teeth; now simply lazily content and wrung-out and pliant, savouring that lingering physical contact, her legs still keeping him pinned to her for now. And how handy, the baths will be right there whenever they finally disentangle themselves and need to wash up. Good thing Riftwatch cycles the water, or something.
Her fingers trace the line of his jaw, thumb running across his rough stubble. He really is very nice to look at. ]
Thank you, [ Astrid says, warm and amused and blunt, ] I needed a thoroughly good dicking.
[And he is. He doesn't extricate himself immediately, instead running his hand down her ribs and taking the moment to touch another human in a way that isn't violent, not even a little.]
Sometimes a fuck is the only thing that satisfies.
[He takes another moment, just to kiss her on the mouth, quick as lightning, and then he moves away.]
[ Astrid lingers for a moment, still sitting naked on the edge of the stone, legs dangling in the water; like anyone spending any leisurely day by the pool or the lakeside. Sheās meditatively assessing each part of herself now, from stretching her limbs to feeling out that pleasant ache which is going to dog her all tomorrow.
She slides off, sinks back into the water, and finally goes about the everyday routine of cleaning herself. Washing off the sex, the sweat, the mission, the entire day. ]
In terms of stress relief, you could do loads worse, [ she says, fingers combing through some of the tangles in her hair. Itās a little harder to be quite so openly vulnerable, to admit Iāve missed being able to touch people, so what she settles on is, simply, an open-ended invitation for the future: ]
I was serious about those furs, too. Theyāre comfy.
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But he hasn't had sex since before arriving in Kirkwall and so maybe he's a bit eager, too. Her fingers are exploring his stomach, and then lower, and he hitches a breath and leans forward to press a secret smile against her skin, one hand inching up her thigh, her waist, to cup a breast.]
I had planned on feasting on you. Should I save that for another day?
[He's on the same train of thought she is, frankly, but then he leans down and takes a nipple between his teeth. He does not bite down, but grins as he teases, his eyes flicking up to look at her.]
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Another day. In a bed. Those piles of furs. [ Truly, what better way than body heat to stay warm on a chilly Kirkwall morning, with these bedrooms and towers all made of cold forbidding stone? Even now, half out of the water, Gannicusā body radiates tantalising heat: his warm mouth at her nipple, his warm flesh beneath her hand. Two can be a tease, and so she runs a finger along his cock before giving another exploratory stroke, sedate for the moment despite her words about hurrying. Impishly: ]
A feast implies a while. I think your mouth deserves a chance to take its time, for that.
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As my lady Starling commands.
[He slips one hand back down, to her leg, to tug it up over his hip. His cock presses against her, and he rocks his hips a little to run it over her wetness and to tease her, just a little, to get her warmer for him.
He keeps his other hand moving until he can cup her cheek and tug her to kiss him again, his chest against hers. She's glorious; not as soft as the women he's used to, but beautiful and lithe just the same.]
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And Astrid makes another strangled noise as he rocks against her, her mouth against his, and winds up biting his lip; chiding, for remaining so tantalisingly out-of-reach. Damp from the baths and her own arousal, itās easy for him to slick himself with her. Itās been a while; she hasnāt been with anyone since before Kirkwall, either. One could say sheās hungry for it, that loneliness knocking at her door. ]
Alright, [ Astridās voice is ragged, between kisses. ] You literal cocktease. Fuck me already.
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Just-
[His smile is broad against her skin, and he bites on her throat to worry a mark there as he begins to fuck her with long, hard strokes.]
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When it comes to distractions, this is one of her favourites: the rest of the world and its worries fading and receding away, replaced with the all-consuming simple focus of warm skin on skin, the pleasant friction and sensation of being filled with him, as she maintains her precarious balance on the edge of the stone. With each thrust, her fingernails unconsciously dig harder into his shoulder as she holds on; raking her own marks into his skin. She gasps an unintelligible Avvar curse at a particularly sharp snap of his hips, followed by his name. ] Gannicus—
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This is better than the wine that is still sticky on her mouth and his, this is better than the warmth of the water that's pooled around his calves. Her skin almost burns against his; he knows he'll be thinking of her when he's wrapped in his furs later.
The pain from her claws, like a bird, that only makes it better.]
That's-
Just like that, gods-
[He mutters it against her mouth, greedy.]
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Lady, fuck,
[ and that, just like that, with her knees hitching to drive him even deeper, sheās finally coming around him with a noisy cry echoing through the hollow acoustics of the bath. ]
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She's not the only one who isn't going to take long.
He huffs against her skin and then pants his own orgasm, his body leaning against hers. He presses soft kisses right against her jaw, one right after the other in a smooth line.]
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Her fingers trace the line of his jaw, thumb running across his rough stubble. He really is very nice to look at. ]
Thank you, [ Astrid says, warm and amused and blunt, ] I needed a thoroughly good dicking.
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[And he is. He doesn't extricate himself immediately, instead running his hand down her ribs and taking the moment to touch another human in a way that isn't violent, not even a little.]
Sometimes a fuck is the only thing that satisfies.
[He takes another moment, just to kiss her on the mouth, quick as lightning, and then he moves away.]
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She slides off, sinks back into the water, and finally goes about the everyday routine of cleaning herself. Washing off the sex, the sweat, the mission, the entire day. ]
In terms of stress relief, you could do loads worse, [ she says, fingers combing through some of the tangles in her hair. Itās a little harder to be quite so openly vulnerable, to admit Iāve missed being able to touch people, so what she settles on is, simply, an open-ended invitation for the future: ]
I was serious about those furs, too. Theyāre comfy.