Re: 2nd Floor: Beds and Couches - Rajani and Magnus
They were going back and forth in a kind of dance, Janie recognized as the nature of his humour changed again, and in more steps than most masters had the patience or repertoire for. She couldn't say for certain if he was the mercurial one, if it was herself - or if they were both just so used to dancing in this way that they were shifting together as they moved in a wholly spontaneous fusion of styles. It was almost enough to make her dizzy, albeit in a skin-tingling, heady, euphoric way.
Her lips were slick and breathless, mirroring places lower that were already moist from his teasing earlier and become throbbing with heat, as she finally stood before the bed obediently. Gods, Janie wanted him to tug their clothes apart just enough and have him take her as deliciously as he described it, teeth momentarily tracing where he'd nipped her lip and her nipples as hard as cut and polished gemstones against the satin of her bra. Yet she obeyed, and promised herself that she would give him a sight that would have Magnus reaching for his cock on some idle future moment to himself, making the memory of her body purely masturbatory.
She turned away from him, glancing back over her shoulder at him through eyes darkened beyond even their usual ink-black. "Would sir be so kind as to unzip me?"