His hands were strong and warm as he rubbed at her shoulders and neck. Her head lowered slightly, and she leaned into the touch, as he worked out all the knots and twinges, she’d had for so many years of running and sleeping on the ground, sometimes not sleeping at all. When he spoke, she listened, but had nothing to really say in return. But his hands slipped lower, and the shivers along her shoulders grew, the sound of the crackling fire and his rough voice the only sounds she heard. She nodded to him, partially in response to speaking of trust, and partially to let him know she was fine with where his hands traveled.
The more he massaged her aches out, the more she realized she wanted to kiss him again just for that. His hands traveled lower for a few moments before moving along her sides and abdomen – had he noticed, he would have felt scars along her ribs, perhaps a couple shallower ones along the tops of her hips. As he instructed her, she inhaled deeply and slowly, exhaling all the same. “Yes, very true.” She admitted, quietly as her breath whooshed out of her. Alistair continued, however, and to which she let a small smile turn up the corners of her lips. “I only hope if something like that happens, you’d understand.” She amended, but nodding to him to say she knew where to find him should she require his assistance.
The warm disappeared soon after, as Alistair stood to get his bedroll ready. She brought her knees to her chest, wrapping her arms around them and let her gaze linger on him. He slipped into it, opening the flap just enough to show room for one more and she playfully rolled her eyes with a laugh. “You are such a flirt.” She said after a few moments, but she agreed. It was cold, and would only continue to get colder. And with their conversation and the events that transpired right after dinner, she was certain he was doing a great job at trying to get into her pants. The thought made her want to laugh – typically, it was her on the end of seducing people. Yet here was Alistair, seducing the seducer. It was ironic, really.
She stood, then, moving closer to Alistair and the bedroll, her eyes lingering on him as she removed his jacket and laid it over the top as another sort of blanket. She kicked her shoes off then, moving to shimmy into the roll with him, then moved to be sure she was facing him. His arms wrapped around her, filling her with warmth despite having left his jacket on top of the two of them. Her own arms wrapped around his neck, feeling the vibration of his voice as he spoke to her. She searched his gaze for a few seconds before deigning to respond. “I’d say you’ve done quite a bit more of the seducing than I have; so what say you?” She replied, winking to him. "I'd bet if we did this over and I were trying to seduce you it wouldn't have taken this long." She added with another quiet laugh.
As she moved somewhat to get more comfortable, she paused to pull her hair back, letting it run down her back rather than have it get all tangled through the night. Without her hair to hide it, the brand along her collarbone was pale against her skin. She sucked in a breath briefly, letting her eyes linger on his face for a brief moment, her arms tightening against his neck as she moved closer. “I suppose the true question is ‘how much sleep will we get tonight?’” Her eyes lingered on his own, her smile twitching toward a smirk.
RexannA
just because you are soft,
doesn't mean you're not a force.
honey and wildfire are both the color gold.
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