Re: 2nd Floor: Beds and Couches - Rajani and Magnus
Clearly, it had been too long since he'd indulged, because Magnus found his famous patience straining at the bit as Rajani slid so gracefully from the sheets, rising to her feet beside the bed. And it had been a long time; for all that he loved having fun, he preferred having some emotional bond to the people he slept with. It was why he could never simply pluck up a slave, willing or no, and take them to bed; why he had struck up a conversation with Rajani before asking - asking, first, not merely doing as another would have - if he could kiss her.
Why was he drawing this out again?
The eyes that met hers were bronze, darkened from their usual gold. "I would," he answered, all too glad to get his hands on her. He rose to his knees on the edge of the bed, and kissed her neck as his palms slid over her sides from behind, seeking the zip of her gown. "A good thing this is so simple," he murmured, remembering for an instant the complications of clothing in earlier centuries. "You're making it hard to concentrate, Janie. Very, very hard."
He drew down the zipper slowly, breathing in deeply through his nose in an effort to control himself. But there seemed no point, no reason not to follow the zip with his mouth, trailing his lips and tongue down the back of Rajani's neck, tracing the delicate knobs of her spine with his teeth. His hand slid around to the front of her body, nails skimming over her satin underwear. He hummed smugly to find them damp.
"Spread your legs for me, Janie," he ordered softly. His other arm wrapped smoothly around her waist as he dress spilled around her feet. She had her front to the curtains, to anyone who looked... "Let them all see the treasure I've won myself tonight."