Sucking in her breath, Mara didn't realize she was staring until her eyes trailed over his form and her eyes drifted upward to meet his. Coloring immediately, she coughed to cover an embarrassed laugh, and failed. Swooping down, the faeling lifted Melek's kurta, tossing it over to cover her cape in her chair. Then she began where she had left off. His neck, down his chest her fingers trailed. Yes, she traced down over his nipples, but she didn't tease or fixate on them. That was not to say that the faeling was very alert for any movement Melek made, or any noise of his, no matter how quiet. His chest, for all that he had more a runner's physique, had bands of muscles going down that she had never seen before.
Down to the drawstring on his pants her hands wandered. And then it was time for the shoulders and arms, the inside of his elbow, down to his wrists and palms, to the man's very fingers and fingernails. But she didn't suck on his fingers, didn't make any obvious seductive comparison with his finger in her mouth. No, the faeling simply rubbed the palms of his hands, one at a time, against her cheek as Mara lifted her head, closing her eyes and smiling. Trailing a single finger around his body, she then approached the back of the Grigori just as she had his front.
Hmm, that solved one question that she never would have had the courage to ask. He had wings. Wings! Not angelic wings either, no feathers here. They were similar to a bat's wing, but... no. Oh! They were dragon wings! Her in-drawn breath was the only indication of Mara's sudden shock. And then she was feeling them, where the wings met the bones nearly at the spine, rubbing her face against the strong membrane that webbed between his phalanges, oohing and ahh'ing in wonder and delight.
"Oh Melek, this - oh, you are magnificent!" How had she never known this about him? Taking a chance, Amarante stepped in close and wrapped her hands under his wings, around his waist. Pressing herself to his back, Mara laid her face against the skin over his spine and hugged him, held him him close.
As she moved about him once more, her eyes caught sight of one of his windows where the moon was shining through the branches of one of the old olive trees. Olive? Where had she heard something about olives? Oh, were they on that side of the palais? Facing the fallen one, Mara reached up her hands and caressed his cheeks with her fingers, then raised herself up on her tiptoes to kiss him. "Thank you" she whispered, her mouth less than an inch from his own.
And then before they could go further, she was leaning against Melek once more, hugging him again and holding him close. Accepting him, all that he was. All that she knew and that he had trusted to show her.
And when she pulled away again, there was a twinkle in the faeling's eyes. "You know" And this time she was deliberately drawing lazy circles on his chest with a fingernail. "I heard a snitch of conversation, not more than a few sentences, really. But it had something to do with an old, overgrown garden filled with trees, including olive trees. How would you like to..." And she told him her sudden, impulsive idea, her eyes sparkling with faery mischief.
She ended it with "And if there are no spies, well - it will still be fun, and when was the last time you played games of chance simply to play them? The stakes are enough to intrigue you I hope? Vien, Melek, mon amie, when was the last time you gamed for chance? Smiled, and laughed and played? When was the last time you had fun, Melek? Let tonight be the first in a very long line of fun moments for us two."
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Date: 2017-04-14 10:05 pm (UTC)Down to the drawstring on his pants her hands wandered. And then it was time for the shoulders and arms, the inside of his elbow, down to his wrists and palms, to the man's very fingers and fingernails. But she didn't suck on his fingers, didn't make any obvious seductive comparison with his finger in her mouth. No, the faeling simply rubbed the palms of his hands, one at a time, against her cheek as Mara lifted her head, closing her eyes and smiling. Trailing a single finger around his body, she then approached the back of the Grigori just as she had his front.
Hmm, that solved one question that she never would have had the courage to ask. He had wings. Wings! Not angelic wings either, no feathers here. They were similar to a bat's wing, but... no. Oh! They were dragon wings! Her in-drawn breath was the only indication of Mara's sudden shock. And then she was feeling them, where the wings met the bones nearly at the spine, rubbing her face against the strong membrane that webbed between his phalanges, oohing and ahh'ing in wonder and delight.
"Oh Melek, this - oh, you are magnificent!" How had she never known this about him? Taking a chance, Amarante stepped in close and wrapped her hands under his wings, around his waist. Pressing herself to his back, Mara laid her face against the skin over his spine and hugged him, held him him close.
As she moved about him once more, her eyes caught sight of one of his windows where the moon was shining through the branches of one of the old olive trees. Olive? Where had she heard something about olives? Oh, were they on that side of the palais? Facing the fallen one, Mara reached up her hands and caressed his cheeks with her fingers, then raised herself up on her tiptoes to kiss him. "Thank you" she whispered, her mouth less than an inch from his own.
And then before they could go further, she was leaning against Melek once more, hugging him again and holding him close. Accepting him, all that he was. All that she knew and that he had trusted to show her.
And when she pulled away again, there was a twinkle in the faeling's eyes. "You know" And this time she was deliberately drawing lazy circles on his chest with a fingernail. "I heard a snitch of conversation, not more than a few sentences, really. But it had something to do with an old, overgrown garden filled with trees, including olive trees. How would you like to..." And she told him her sudden, impulsive idea, her eyes sparkling with faery mischief.
She ended it with "And if there are no spies, well - it will still be fun, and when was the last time you played games of chance simply to play them? The stakes are enough to intrigue you I hope? Vien, Melek, mon amie, when was the last time you gamed for chance? Smiled, and laughed and played? When was the last time you had fun, Melek? Let tonight be the first in a very long line of fun moments for us two."