[ His fingers tangle in her hair as she leans over him. He can feel the heat of her lips against his skin, and it sends a shiver up his spine. The celebration outside fades away. ]
I could surprise you.
[ He's never made a cake in his life. He can make a loaf of bread hard enough to crack a man's head open. But. Hm. The more he thinks about it, the more he wants a little time the hell away from Cadens. With her, specifically. Something to consider later. They don't need to wait for name days or birthdays.
For the moment, he pushes it aside, letting her grind against his hand, hot and slick, until impatience gets the better of him. He pushes the silk down past her hips, frees the rest of the buttons on his trousers. ]
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I could surprise you.
[ He's never made a cake in his life. He can make a loaf of bread hard enough to crack a man's head open. But. Hm. The more he thinks about it, the more he wants a little time the hell away from Cadens. With her, specifically. Something to consider later. They don't need to wait for name days or birthdays.
For the moment, he pushes it aside, letting her grind against his hand, hot and slick, until impatience gets the better of him. He pushes the silk down past her hips, frees the rest of the buttons on his trousers. ]