Re: 2nd Floor: Beds and Couches - Rajani and Magnus
"When you ask me to choose between following your words and following what your actions suggest," Rajani sighed softly, "I will obey your words first, and your actions after. But you do make it very difficult to choose between them when you pet me like that," she regretfully rose from where she'd only just begun to get truly comfortable. She exchanged his small kindness with one of her own, kissing sir's temple as her hands neatly withdrew him from her to rise.
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Magnus couldn't help allowing himself a small smirk. "You do wonderfully bad things to my ego," he told her, propping himself up on his elbows as she rose. Her kiss earned her one of her own, a quick brush of lips over her jaw as she pulled away. Then came the moment of discomfort, reluctantly sliding free of her body. But he reminded himself that there would be another chance to sheath himself inside her before the night's end. And there would be other nights - because this was not, he vowed, going to be a one-nighter. Rajani was the kind of woman he could get drunk on, addicted to.
He would like to see her in daylight.
He tucked himself away and stood up to follow her. His discarded jacket he slid over her shoulders, nuzzling her neck. "Lead on," he murmured. He liked her in his clothes, liked the claim of it even if he wasn't a Were, to place such importance on scent-claims. "If your clothes will be alright where they are."