gorlois | (no subject)

[She looks up at him, her eyes brightening. Smiling. She might be being completely saucy at the moment but the look she gives him is also one of adoration. She loved this man. She enjoyed making him happy. Loved pleasing him. And yes, taunting and teasing as well. He didn't call her a minx for nothing. But she was his. Only his] I'm pleased that you think so, my lord.

Mhm! [With that she stood and began to unlace her dress.] If you could help me with the back, please.

How could I ever not think so? [Almost everything seemed to suit her sometimes. Not that he was biased at all, of course. He loved everything about her. Her eyes, her hair, her curves, her voice, gentle nature, the fierceness and wickedness that could rise if she felt it's need.]

Of course. [how could he not wish too? He leans up out of the bath to undo her laces. His fingers undoing them easily, practiced. Fingers sliding over the skin as it became exposed to the air.]

[Alyss gives him a small smile over her shoulder, before pushing her hair out of the way. Shivering slightly at the brush of his fingers along her skin. She pushes the gown down and allows it to pool onto the ground before stepping out of it.

Alyss sits on the edge of the tub after grabbing the soap.] I need to wash your legs, my lord. [she states, gesturing for him to put one on her lap]

[His eyes shamelessly follow the curves of her body as the cloth drops slowly to the floor, fingers following the lines of her body lightly as he sat back down in the water.

She wanted too... well he wasn't going to argue, despite being perfectly capable of washing himself. He lifts his leg as she requests, gently placing it on her lap.]

You're most kind, my wife...

[Alyss rubs her hands together, gathering a bit of foam before gently rubbing it on his skin, soaping it, from his calf, down to his thigh. Kneading his muscle, massaging them]

[Gorlois groans, nearly sinking under water with the pleasure of it. His legs had been tired and sore but it was nothing he wasn't used too, he'd been in so many battles over the years.

But this... felt like heaven.] ...I like whatever you've been reading.

[Alyss grins, bringing his foot a bit higher up as she leaned in to peck his instep. Before gesturing for his other leg.

When he complies, she does it. And when she finishes, slides into the tub with him]

[He laughs a little when he feels her kiss him, then does as she asked. But he was happier when she slipped into the water and reached to pull her closer, wrap her in his arms.]

[Lays against him, leaning to give him a kiss] I had plans to wash your back and your hair but I grew impatient.

[Gorlois kisses her back softly then nuzzles her cheek.] I'm sure you can see I mind ever so much...

You could be sparing my feelings. [teasing]

I have to say that I just might love modern bathing customs a bit more than I love their books. [Hello, tub. And hello room for keeping the water warm]

Yes I always pull you closer when you're naked so that I might spare your feelings. [He teases her in return, grinning against her skin.]

Certainly beats those blasted wooden tubs. Much more room.... [kisses her again, teasing her lower lip.]

[Although he couldn't see her she stuck out her tongue]

And the water. Warm water whenever we - hrm. [She said when kissed her, whimpering slightly]

[He kept kissing her, tasting her. Her lips, her mouth, kisses down to her chin. Her jaw. His hands tracing over her skin and into the water.]

[Moans against his mouth, her breathing hitching slightly, as she turns a bit more in his arms, so she's more against him, tilting her neck to give him better access]

Ngh. [Gorlois lips along her throat and nips her throat before kissing it better. Pulling her closer.]

[She's going to shift one more time, pulling away, so that she's straddling him. Bending down and capturing his lips, nipping on his bottom lip, one of her hands cupping his face, as the other traces patterns on his chest]

[The sigh that escapes his lips when she pulls away is so very close to a whimper, but it fades when he realises what she's doing. He groans again, hips rocking upward slightly in spite of himself.] Alyss you are a... goddess.

[Alyss swallows, her throat a bit dry at the near whimper, her hair standing on end when he groans and rocks up into her. Alyss' eyes flutter close at the tightness, the sensations he still manages to coil up in her. Three years and she wasn't any where near tiring of him. She flushes at the compliment, her eyes still close.] A goddess whose a minx. [Tiny smile, as her eyes open and she slides against his length, with slight pressure, the water making the feeling that much more interesting]

[God is there anything more attractive than Alyss like this? Gorlois isn't convinced there is... He didn't have her nearly long enough but for what he did have her was...

Gorlois' hands curl around her hips. Strong, in spite of everything and possessive. Tighter when he see's the faint red colouring her skin.] I think those are allowed... [His hips move again at the sensation, his cock hardening under her movements, her attention.] I love you so much. Minx. Goddess. Vixen... Wife.

[She loves how he grips her hips, possessive. He was as possessive of her as she was of him. It made her feel so much stronger, so much secure in how much she wanted him, because she knew that the emotions were returned.] Yours. [She breathed against his mouth, then his jaw, by his ear, against his pulse, nipping before kissing, as her hips rocked against his in slow, circular movements]

Mine. [he all but echoes, pulling her down just a little even as he kissed her, any part of her that came within reach. Ghosting over the soft flesh and tasting it like she were the sweetest thing to have ever graced the earth. His breath came in gasps as her hips rocked, circled over him, against him. Moans of her name falling from his lips between breaths and kisses. His hips moving as much as they could against her.]

Want you so much. [She murmurs] I love you. I .. hm. [A needy sound escapes from the back of her throat. God, but this felt delightful. Snaking her fingers between them, she wraps a firm grip around him, stroking him]

Love you always... [That sound calls a low throaty moan from his lips even as his hands move from her hips to follow the curves of her body, cradling her breasts in his hands. Teasing her nipples with fingers before leaning down slightly to do so with his lips. When he feels her hand on his cock he all but hardens instantly, thrusting against the grip of her fingers. A whisper of moan in the shape of her name curling against her breast where his mouth remained.]

God I missed you...

[Alyss arches into his mouth, fingers gripping one of his arms. Her grip momentarily wavers around his cock but she renewa it. She gives one more gentle twist of her wrist, before aligning them and pressing him.into her slowly. Inch by aching inch, holding her hips from moving faster, and tighteniing her hold on his arm for balance]