Bastien
You will let me in.
and we will begin to love in a fashion I couldn't fathom existed.
and we will begin to love in a fashion I couldn't fathom existed.
Bastien rather liked the idea of being overrun by passion, uncontrollably having to carry Rexanna upstairs and then to savour every moment of build up they could get. But it seemed from her question that Rexanna wanted to get to the moment of togetherness as quickly as she could and when Bastien heard her suggest such, he could not deny the idea had value. After all, they had all night to find eachother again and again.
"Oh, my love, it is not the night for punishments. At least, not yet." With a grin he opened the door and as they took the few steps (oh, but how long they felt, when he wanted nothing but her body under his) he pulled off his shirt; just before she laid down he grabbed the front of her dress - there was a moment of hesitation where he was unsure if it was wise to pull the fabric, but then he decided he did not care too much. There was magic. The dress could be fixed. Their wedding night would only happen the once.
His fingers tightened and he pulled the dress, grinning as it came away easily in his fingers (then went somewhere behind him, probably on the floor - he didn't much care, not with Rexanna looking so perfect before him) then pressed her down onto their bed. Kissing at her neck, collarbones, down to her breasts and nipples he tried to worship her skin with his lips; at the same time his hips rocked down towards hers, the fabric of his pants still between them frustrating. "You have the most beautiful--" A kiss to her nipple, just a hint of teeth.
"--sexy--" Fingers running down her sides too.
"--Amazing body, Rexanna." He could have gone on, but his mouth was then occupied by kissing at her neck, nipping just a little at her neck, at which point the same idea arrived to him: what if two Ascended bit each other?. Hinting at it, he let his fangs just lightly prick the skin of her neck.
And the sex? Well, it'll be off the charts.
