Whilst that would be an interesting outcome to the afternoon--
( she pauses to step closer, leaning up to let her words whisper to him )
If I wanted you trapped we'd be in Hell. ( and it'd entirely be her trap, which would still be nicer than a village jail ) That's not where I want you.
( she didn't want him trapped at all, not when she was certain he'd be far more impressive as he currently was. what better way to measure a man than to treat him kindly and let him delight you in return?
a light kiss presses to his jaw, fingers running along his arm, and the lingering moment of rowena being close to him allows her to pull off a small enchantment. as she steps back, fingers trailing back down until she can catch his hand, he'll find that the blouse and trousers that she'd been wearing took now the form of a deep red dress, high at the front and cut in a low v at her back, fabric flowing to the floor )
His medallion hums as her magic flows; perhaps she might feel the faint vibration between them as the snarling wolf shivers. He raises an eyebrow as her skirts unfurl around her. Red is her colour; she reminds him, he thinks, a little of Triss and Yen all at once, and perhaps that has, in some small part, informed how he's approached her.
He curls the edges of the light fabric in his fingers, lifting it up, higher and higher.
Then he leans down to kiss her, deeper. Yes. He can certainly let her surprise him. ]
( she's leaning in for that kiss, resting a hand on his neck to tug him into her, and though his medallion hums again this enchantment is just on the room around them, dimming some of the lighting, and making her bed a little more comfortable.
her other hand slips between them, bunching the layers of his shirt at his waist, tugging it free so she can slide her hand underneath, pressing to him )
Do you ever take it off?
( her words are quiet when the kiss breaks, leaning back enough to drop her gaze to his medallion. some people had a thing about what they wore. but she also couldn't surprise him (in one way) if it knew every time she used magic )
[ He does not, in fact, quite catch what she means by it immediately, until he sees the direction of her gaze. Mm. ]
No. [ Rarely, at least. And often not by choice. But truthfully, it's primarily because no one has requested it, either. ] I can be convinced.
[ He nudges her towards the bed with one hand, slipping the medallion off with his other. The chain piles with a soft clink on the table near the bedside. It's a little strange to have it off, but it's near enough at hand he doesn't much mind.
Besides, he has a more than suitable distraction. ]
( a little smugness tugs at her smile as the medallion comes off, rowena watching him place it down as she steps out of her heels, sliding a hand back into his to draw him close again.
she slides onto the bed, kneeling to raise herself up, drawing her fingers along the front of his shirt. it'd be simple to undress him just with her magic, a small gesture shedding his clothes, but it's a more boring idea. instead, when her fingers brush over his neck he'll feel a tingle over his skin, running to where her hand settles on the back of his neck, letting that gentle electric sensation weave down his back.
she lets a few seconds pass before leaning in to kiss him, letting the sensation increase as her lips touch his before it calms again )
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( she pauses to step closer, leaning up to let her words whisper to him )
If I wanted you trapped we'd be in Hell. ( and it'd entirely be her trap, which would still be nicer than a village jail ) That's not where I want you.
( she didn't want him trapped at all, not when she was certain he'd be far more impressive as he currently was. what better way to measure a man than to treat him kindly and let him delight you in return?
a light kiss presses to his jaw, fingers running along his arm, and the lingering moment of rowena being close to him allows her to pull off a small enchantment. as she steps back, fingers trailing back down until she can catch his hand, he'll find that the blouse and trousers that she'd been wearing took now the form of a deep red dress, high at the front and cut in a low v at her back, fabric flowing to the floor )
Let me surprise you.
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His medallion hums as her magic flows; perhaps she might feel the faint vibration between them as the snarling wolf shivers. He raises an eyebrow as her skirts unfurl around her. Red is her colour; she reminds him, he thinks, a little of Triss and Yen all at once, and perhaps that has, in some small part, informed how he's approached her.
He curls the edges of the light fabric in his fingers, lifting it up, higher and higher.
Then he leans down to kiss her, deeper. Yes. He can certainly let her surprise him. ]
slips back in oops
her other hand slips between them, bunching the layers of his shirt at his waist, tugging it free so she can slide her hand underneath, pressing to him )
Do you ever take it off?
( her words are quiet when the kiss breaks, leaning back enough to drop her gaze to his medallion. some people had a thing about what they wore. but she also couldn't surprise him (in one way) if it knew every time she used magic )
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No. [ Rarely, at least. And often not by choice. But truthfully, it's primarily because no one has requested it, either. ] I can be convinced.
[ He nudges her towards the bed with one hand, slipping the medallion off with his other. The chain piles with a soft clink on the table near the bedside. It's a little strange to have it off, but it's near enough at hand he doesn't much mind.
Besides, he has a more than suitable distraction. ]
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she slides onto the bed, kneeling to raise herself up, drawing her fingers along the front of his shirt. it'd be simple to undress him just with her magic, a small gesture shedding his clothes, but it's a more boring idea. instead, when her fingers brush over his neck he'll feel a tingle over his skin, running to where her hand settles on the back of his neck, letting that gentle electric sensation weave down his back.
she lets a few seconds pass before leaning in to kiss him, letting the sensation increase as her lips touch his before it calms again )