Re: 2nd Floor: Beds and Couches - Rajani and Magnus
"I only need the one bone, sir," she suggested, relaxing to nestle her head up under the hollow of his chin. Rajani exhaled something that roughly equated to a purr, a sound seemingly too widely throaty to have some from her frame, more of a full-chest rumble really that only sounded in the deepest part of her sigh. "And that will take you some minutes yet," she murmured, easing down fully against his chest with the sweep of his hand down her back. She would be certain to part them before it could become uncomfortable. But for the time being, she soaked him up, enjoying the ease and slip of him inside her yet.
*
Magnus laughed, nuzzling her hair with a grin as she curled into him. "I'm sorry to disappoint, but yes, it will," he grinned. "None of those recovery-time spells work, you know. At least, none I've ever encountered."
Slowly, he eased them down onto the bed, lying down on his back with Rajani cradled against his chest, careful not to make their joining uncomfortable with the motion. His fingers brushed softly over her hair; it was like silk. "I did buy up your time until nine tomorrow," he murmured, mock-thoughtful. "Think of all the terribly wicked things we could do." He grinned. "Once we have our breath back," he teased.
*
"Is that so?" It may have been she was speaking of recovery-time spells. But it was more likely, for the pleased little smile she gave into his chest as if she had done something very great indeed, that Rajani was proud in herself at his having purchased her for the whole of the evening. "There is even a room provided for us here, you know. If your wickedness would care to bathe or rest, or anything else behind a closed door. If that is not too terribly vanilla for you, sir," she teased him just a bit in return, though she reclined quite contentedly where she was draped over Magnus already. She did not mean to go anywhere at all until he stopped petting her.
*
"Mmhm." He gasped dramatically, teasing her. "A room? My dear, why didn't you say so?" He paused, pretending to frown. "I suppose it is rather vanilla... And we'd be depriving all these lovely people of your beauty."
He slid his other hand down her back; a sweeping, possessive gesture. "But then again," he murmured against her hair, "I find the thought of keeping you to myself all too pleasing, treasure." He kissed her temple, and brushed a lock of her hair behind her ear. "Will you show me to our room?"