Re: Grand Staircase
The words were deliberately provocative, but no more than the hands he soon felt, working at his belt and the leather strips at his waist.
As much as the warrior wanted his nymph, there were some things about him that he could not change. Before he got too far, the warrior was tugging on him, urging him into one of the recessed nooks and further from prying eyes. Perhaps somewhere in this place there were rooms available -- but he did not know and he did not have the patience to look for one now. This would have to do.
Time was spared only to shut the heavy curtains, the sounds outside immediately dimmed enough that he could ignore them if he chose. Right now, he chose, but there was still a shard of his conscience that reminded him of his duty.
Only, he'd sworn. His duty was to the ethereal man with him.
For a few seconds, there were no more words, no offerings, no takings as his gaze lifted to meet the other man's hidden one. His advance was slower, more purposeful as he stalked closer.
Reaching for his beauty again, this time his touch was not nearly as chaste as it had been earlier, his rough palms curving around the silk-clad hips, fingertips resting on the swell of thicker muscle. He hadn't gotten his kiss earlier, but he did so now, his lips nearly gentle when they met perfectly shaped ones.