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| Guess | Jun 17 2009, 04:56 AM |
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He chuckled at her words, his eyes sparking with something that would be easily described as lust. “Neither have you.” He cooed back to her as she shifted above him and placed his hands along her body. While her movements screamed of impatience, need, and urgency, his had a completely different feel to them. The magician’s hands and fingers explored Freya’s body with slow and sensual desire; pressing gently, smoothing his palms across her, lightly squeezing where space allowed, and playfully while not to the point of being distracting, tickling. There was a curiosity to his movements as he wandered up her form, brushing her shirt out of the way as he continued to explore, strolling up her spine and tracing her shoulder blades. His fingers trickled along her sides, becoming particularly interested in a specific area which twitched under their tips for several seconds. Trailing back down, he dipped ever so slightly below the brim of her pants before reaching over them and giving the pert mounds he found there a firm squeeze. Razi had all the time in the world and he planned on making it count. As she peeled back a strand of bandage, his mouth engulfed her own when the kiss was renewed with an intensity that he was sure she hadn’t been expecting. He took the opportunity to explore her mouth this time, discovering all the things that he had figured he’d missed during the first kiss. He savored the taste of her on his tongue, pleasantly humming against her skin, one hand moving to trail fingers through that long, crimson hair of hers before resting to cradle the back of her head in his hand. Razi was fully aware of the fact that his clothing seemed to go on for days and had the perfect solution to aid in Freya’s quest to disrobe him. Hearing her plea, he chuckled. His right hand slipped away from its exploration, dipping down to undo the sash and fling it to the side with a split second finesse that made it look of child’s play. He grinned against her mouth, but said nothing; the joke was evident to both of them. The hand which had been used to remove the sash snapped its fingers then, almost instantly doing away with several of non-essential things that made up his outfit; causing them to disappear in a puff of shadow. The action left him simply with his pants, hooded robe, and the bandages which enshrouded his face. There was more he was willing to do, but he refrained; there was no need to rush on his end. For once he would allow the show to belong to another and he would take his cues from Freya, only stepping in when it seemed to be what she desired. Edited by Guess, Jun 17 2009, 05:02 AM.
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