Aspel Cassul: When in doubt, Aspel! (weaponry) wrote in emillion, @ 2014-03-16 22:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !log, aspel cassul, drake liu |
I lose to you, surrendered at the start of the game...
Who: Aspel & Drake.
What: A date!
Where: Restaurant to Drake's apartment.
When: BACKDATED! (2/18)
Rating: NC-18, tbh. (TW: SEX. really graphic SEX.)
Status: Complete.
“And from there I informed him quite aptly how his preference for partners was not of my concern, but if he kept picking young pretty things in all aspects of his life that I would not be the only one within the churning of the rumor mill before long.” A soft, tinkling laughter slipped from her lips with the conclusion of the story regarding the how a grumpy EKP officer had put up a ridiculous fight to get his was, and his ‘unusual’ and - according to him after Aspel had pointed it out to him accidental - preference for young female partners, and mentee’s was completely unintentional. “As I am certain you can imagine, he quite quickly asked for a male compatriot after that instead of fighting me further on it.” With the final words, a smug smile slipped over her lips. Of course, that was exactly what Aspel had been trying to get him to agree to before, but until Lelend thought the idea was his - or perhaps in his utmost best interest - he was one highly unlikely to agree. That however, was the end of that story, and retrieving her glass it was brought up, a small sip being taken of the remaining wine. Dinner had been lovely, and it was always nice to be offered the chance to get dressed up with a pleasant gentlemen, and have an evening out. Plus, Drake was always entertaining company when out, and about with, who wouldn’t want to venture off for an evening with him? Though, her secret little game of trying to make him squirm hadn’t failed in continuing to entertain her over the course of their dates. His resolve however, had been quite impressive to date as she wore daringly low cut necklines, and dresses that - with a cross of legs - could quickly highlight muscle calves and thighs. With food mostly eaten, the table slightly disheveled from their evening thus far, and the waiter - in theory - on the way to pick up their plates and offer the bill, there was little left to do, and Aspel found herself partly… Disappointed that the evening would end so soon. “And you?” Placing the glass down, an elbow came to rest on the table as she leaned forward, chin coming to rest against the back of one hand giving him a glimpse down the cut of the dress. “Are there any stories of choice you would care to share this eve?” Really, if he didn’t know any better, he’d think that Aspel was choosing those dresses in an attempt to make him stare like an idiot and try to convince her to hop into bed with him. Which wasn’t a tangent he needed to be thinking about, but he was only hume and Aspel was a tease. He was beginning to learn this and was starting to think that it wasn’t fair. This was only a game, after all. At least, it was supposed to be. And there was no way he was hopping into bed with someone who wasn’t actually interested in him. Now, if she was interested…. “A story?” he asked, shaking his head. “Well, I could tell you all of the grisly details of how a bunch of second year knights tossed every single squire that came across them into snowbanks. I think there was an official tally. Pretty sure Samuels won with seventy eight squire throws.” He grinned. “My guess is he found one and just tossed them repeatedly. We don’t even have seventy eight squires.” And thank Faram for small miracles. If he had to deal with that many kids, he’d probably toss himself into a frozen lake. “Certainly.” Aspel chimed in, in response to the inquiry. She always had had a terrible soft spot for stories of all kinds. A cant of her head was taken to one side as Drake spoke, lips falling agape in disbelief, and an odd sort of amusement coloring her face before a scoff slipped past her lips. With a shake of her head, the smith couldn’t help the smile that had formed. “We surely do not. I would be in the kitchen for a month just to prep for one morning meet if we did.” Which the meeting of squires with the upper guild members hadn’t slipped her mind at all. They still needed to do that again. “Seventy eight.” Another scoff, accompanied the both amused, and disbelieving shake of her head. “What have you been teaching these poor boys?” An easy tease to follow up the story. Besides, it couldn’t hurt, and it was potentially a way to lead into a much more interesting conversation of sorts if she played her cards right. “Me?” he asked incredulously, a smile tugging at his lips. “I’ll have you know that if they’d actually listened to me, the squires would just have wet backs, not be soaked to the bone.” He’d tried to explain to the knights that putting snow down the back of someone’s shirt was definitely more fun, but they’d wanted to prove that they could lift as much as Drake could. He’d just leave that tidbit out of the story. No need to bring attention to the fact that he encouraged harmless pranks. “I did suggest that they try to ambush you, though,” he teased. “Would have been fun to see how you’d react.” In his imagination, she’d have been flushed and flustered. In reality, she’d have probably taken them down in a heartbeat. Hence imagination Aspel was more fun. But then, real Aspel would be just as fun. And more Aspel-like. “Yes, you.” The tease was easy, their dynamic came with its own sort of comfort. It wasn’t like with Ari, or Mag, and perhaps that was because of the slow lead in, the fact that they were more tossed together initially than allowed to really circle each other, and come together on their own terms. However, there was no regret in what had transpired thus far, and whatever else may come with time. He was a well enough read - even if not in the same subjects, but perhaps that was what made conversations with him more interesting - attractive man who clearly had his fair share of adaptability considering how he’d morphed from sleeping in random places, with no responsibility at all, to a solid contributing member of the Emillion Fighter’s Guild Council in just a matter of months. If Drake continued as he did, there were undoubtedly great things on the horizon for a man like this. Aspel couldn’t help but feel proud for him, and perhaps the tiniest bit jealous. However, somewhere deeper down, there was something selfish, something that… No, better not to think of those things right now. “And your suggestion that would have cleared them from being soaked would have been?” Amusement easily lingered across her face, yet curiosity found its own way into the mix as well. Just what had Councilor Liu been up to? An almost barked laugh cut through the air briskly. “Ambush me?” The look alone would tell it all, her doubt of their ability to accomplish such a task, her disbelief that he thought this was a good idea at all. “Are you attempting to have them running miles before breakfast so soon?” Her treatment of Pyr had earned her a bit of… A reputation of sorts. Which, wasn’t terribly surprising really in the end. “If that is indeed the case, I fear you may be the most susceptible, love. Bram and I have reputations to keep.” “Hey, hey, I’ll have you know that I run daily.” Maybe not as much as she had made Pyr run, but he did run. “And maybe I suggested putting the snow down the backs of the squires’ shirts.” He grinned. “You know,” he started, leaning forward. “There’s some snow outside. And that dress has an awfully low back. If you aren’t careful, someone might get you.” He leaned back and laced his finger behind his head, clearly pleased with himself. Oh, he’d get her all right. The challenge was set, and it wasn’t like he wouldn’t have a chance. In fact, he would have plenty of chances. Yup. Soon, Aspel Cassul would be shrieking. Maybe not the way he wanted her to, but that wasn’t on the table. He thought back to their brief conversation about sex on the table and decided that that turn of phrase was a bad one. A really bad one. “That would be terribly unfair of you. Taking advantage of me when I have done myself up so nicely for our date.” A pleased smirk remained upon her lips, as she leaned forward a bit as well, seemingly consiprital in their topic of choice. “I do believe,” Aspel leaned back some, seeming endlessly amused by the whole ordeal. “you could not take me if we were upon a leveled playing field.” And well, maybe he could, but that was half the fun of challenges, was it not? With that, the wine glass was fetched up once again, their empty dinner plates telling a tale of their own - a memory of the first date flashed by, and how Aspel had used her mastery of not eating around others to make that one pass by - for one close enough to know it. Taking a sip of the drink, the smith would remain terribly amused, letting her thoughts flutter about absently. Drake really was quite a wonderful source of distraction. “And your plans for the rest of the evening?” The wine glass gingerly rested between her fingers. “Aside from attempting to take advantage of me.” And she’d leave that open to interpretation for those around. Good thing he hadn’t been drinking anything - the second she mentioned taking advantage of her was the second he’d have choked. Instead, he kind of fake-grinned and looked down at the table, reminding himself that it wasn’t an invitation. She did not want him to ravish her against a wall. Or a table. Like the one they were sitting at. Or the one back at his place. Aspel had a table at home, right? “Um,” he replied eloquently. “Alls fair in love and war?” Lame, Liu. “Besides, it’s not like you wouldn’t get me back for it.” And how would she do that? his traitorous mind wondered. “And my evening is yours.” "I suspect it is." And the knowing smirk that accompanied it would hint at just a bit more. "I shall have to remember this lesson I believe." With those words the final bit of wine would be drained from her glass, and the waiter seemed to magically appear, offering to pour another glass which Aspel would wave off. "Then I do believe, Councilor Liu," A quick gesture of agreement for the bill to be brought out would be given by Aspel to the waiter. "That perhaps, if you find yourself so willing as you claim, we ought to spend the rest of our evening considering how I would be best served to pay you back." An eyebrow suggestively rose, a smirk pulling further at her lips. "Would you not agree?" “Pay me back?” he asked, mock affronted. “I’m sure I don’t know what you mean. I’ve been a perfect gentleman and a model citizen. Why, I go to Church.” Sometimes. He was starting to slowly decrease his visits to the Cathedral - not noticeably, but he wasn’t there every Sunday, and sometimes he slipped in towards the end of the sermon. They were predictable, so even if he only heard the tail-end, he could still discuss it with people. Which, really, was pretty sad. Wasn’t religion supposed to be uplifting and inspirational? Was it really serving its purpose if the priest just reuses sermons every few months? And how did no one notice? “Oh, I have to pay you back for something I didn’t do, do I?” "Yes." There was no doubt in the reply at all. Though the perfect gentlemen part earned its own smirk, as Aspel leaned in once more, her voice lowering. "I do believe, Mr. Liu, that I would not have been able to catch a perfect gentlemen with his gaze affixed to my chest." Which, she might not have tonight, but there was at least one time that she could recall, and one time was just enough to tease him forever about. Though the last comment earned a small laugh. "But I do believe you have admitted that you have sicced the squires upon me already, is that not task enough to take you to the cleaners for?" And it would seem the waiter had heard their banter as the check was dropped off without further ado. And here he’d thought that he’d been smooth about that. Oh well. “It’s a very nice chest,” he said in his defense. “Besides, I’m only a man. Who is out with an attractive woman.” Who is wearing a low-cut dress. He raised his hands as if to say what did you expect? “And it’s not like I stare.” Much. Or for long. “Knights,” he corrected. “I sicced the knights on you. The poor squires would be slaughtered.” A thought flickered by regarding Drake's statement of his gender, as if that ought to explain it all, or excuse it in some regard. Though, it was clear he meant no harm in such considerations, but at the same time - while she was slightly flattered - Aspel had to wonder if the other councilor realized just what that sort of attention could do to someone not as... Assured of themselves as the smith did tend to be. Really, for now it may just be safer to move on. "Ah, so you admit that you have even more to make up for. I am quite pleased to hear you are learning." Her smirk widened, and a glace was given towards the check. "I do believe if you are to properly begin making your transgressions against me up, we ought to relocate to somewhere a bit more private, no?" Tonight was clearly going to be another cold shower night. He’d been having a lot of those after his dates with Aspel lately. Probably a sign of something, but what, he didn’t know. Maybe he just needed to stop looking at her chest. That would probably be a good start. Then he wouldn’t have any reason to be worked up afterwards. Except there were her eyes, which were really pretty, and her smile. Which meant that he was now staring at her lips and wondering--- “I’ll take the bill,” he informed the waiter, who had magically appeared to save him. He paid and returned his attention to Aspel. “More private, huh? Like where, Councilor Cassul?” A consideration had been given to paying the bill, but before anything more than that could occur, Drake had already settled the sum due. A curious brow rose at the inquiry from Drake. "Certainly there are many places within the city walls. We need not limit ourselves to one corner or another." They did both have keys to all the halls, plus their respective apartments, and there were always.... Well... "Would you happen to have preference for which bit of privacy we may procure so that you may repay your due?" The words were accompanied with a smirk, something devilish within it kicking about. Maybe it was the wine, maybe it was that Aspel had come to feel a bit daring as of late, or maybe it was due to a desire to assure their game stayed intact but... Surely, they could find some way to pass the time. He thought about it. Normally, he’d suggest his place or going to hers, but this wasn’t a normal situation. He didn’t have any intention of bedding her, even though the idea was becoming more and more desirable each time they went out. But he also didn’t want to set the wrong expectation - not everything was about sex; sex was just really, really fun. The guildhalls were out. The last thing they needed was rumors about them getting it on on the desks or in the training hall. With his luck, someone would accuse him of taking Aspel on Bram’s desk. He could see it now: All of the Fighters’ Guild Councilors Sleeping Together. That’d do wonders for the guild’s reputation, and things had been looking up for a little while now. “Well,” he said at length, standing and holding out Aspel’s cloak out for her. “My place isn’t far from here.” Traitor mouth. "It sounds divine." The number of times she'd actually been to Drake's home could easily be counted on one hand, and somehow, Aspel suddenly wondered, why was that the case? They had known each other for some time now, and the only times she had visited were to droop off cookies, or check upon his wellness after combat. Had he ever shown to her apartment? Well, aside from once or twice of weaponry related items? Huh. "May I trust that you shall lead the way?" After his assistance with her cloak, Aspel stepped up to his side, moving to take his arm. It was colder than he remembered it being. That was probably because dinner had lasted a while, and it wasn’t like the nights were warm with a summer breeze. It would still be a few more months before that happened. He considered also offering Aspel his coat, but then remembered that he would freeze; somehow, he didn’t think that catching frostbite would end this date on a positive note. Besides, then he’d have to trade Aspel for Darius, and he stood half a chance of actually having fun with Aspel. Darius would poke and prod and lecture him on how being stupid should be a disease. Which Drake agreed with. He just didn’t think that he was afflicted with it. They made small talk during the short walk and he absently used his free hand to rub at her forearm in an attempt to keep it warm. After about ten minutes, they reached the stairs leading to his apartment, and that was about the time that he realized exactly what he had done. What was he going to do? He could offer her tea. Or water. Maybe some fruit. Did he have any fruit? Would she want fruit? They had dessert. Was his apartment even clean? Wait. Of course it was; he didn’t think he could have a dirty apartment if he tried. “Well,” he said, after they’d climbed the stairs and he withdrew his arm to fish out his keys. He opened the door and motion her inside. “Don’t mind the cactuar.” The walk was pleasant, perhaps a bit cold, but nothing Emillion could toss her way could completely throw Aspel for a loop. The winters of Kerwon, and how she had grown still resided strongly with her body, and bones. Admittedly, she'd felt a bit soft lately, but Aspel wasn't sure if that was her having spent too much time in the city, or if it was simply her age actually beginning to realistically become a factor. She was no spring chick anymore, not that she was on her death bed either but... Time changed people, as did circumstance. A few moments consideration was given as he'd led the way up to his apartment. The path was familiar, yet not memorized. Perhaps she would need to visit him more often. There was something about realizing how little personal time they spent together that left her feeling a bit... Off... And wanting to rectify that wrong. How.... Odd. It would take a moment, and he'd offer to let her go first which earned a slight hesitation, a pause in her forward movement as she turned to look at him, something pensive present across her face. "Drake?" Drake frowned. “Yeah?” Another hesitation would be taken before she stepped in, the palm of one hand pressed to his upper arm, and with a slight rise on her toes, a kiss would be pressed against his lips. Without pulling back, but lowering herself just a bit, eyes remained closed, her hand still on his arm, and her body still quite close to his. "My thanks." “I… Uh.” That hadn’t been what he’d expected. He’d expected her to say something about his apartment being too cold. Or too messy - which he would have fought - or something. He hadn’t expected her to kiss him. And she was still standing really really close to him. He wrapped his arms around her waist. “Not sure what you’re thanking me for,” he confessed. The feeling of Drake's arms around her waist felt... Easy. It was something she could relax into, as if there was no problem at all in the world, at least, for this one moment. He may be younger, and he may still at times be brash or reckless, yet there was something within him, a part that showed the man he would become from the one he was now that... Aspel leaned in for another press of lips, only letting her softened response come after the breaking of their kiss. "Your time." And really, it felt like more than that but... She wasn't sure if she could find the right words for that, not yet. Though, there was something there, something a bit magnetic, and without thought, she found herself leaning in again. If the woman wanted to kiss him, who was he to deny her? This time, he leaned forward and met her lips with his, carefully maneuvering them into the apartment. Once inside, he somehow managed to get the door closed without breaking the kiss; the last thing he wanted was for his neighbor to start catcalling at them. After a moment, he pulled away slightly and smiled. “You can have as much of my time as I can spare.” With his careful maneuvering of them both, Aspel couldn't help but feel slightly surprised to realize they now we're both within the confines of his apartment as he looked down at her. Pausing a moment, her eyes ventured over his shoulder before she seemed to come to a decision, and arms wrapped up around his neck. "Then you must let me know how much you are capable to spare." Fingers shifted, combing up through his hair. Had she really expected to end up here tonight? No. Was Aspel entirely sure of what she was doing? Also no. Yet... Here they were. Perhaps it ought to be best to simply just see where things could go. Well, this was new. And interesting. And had a whole lot of promise. “I’m all yours tonight, my lady,” he replied jokingly, leaning forward to kiss her again. His hands slid down her sides to rest on her hips, which he used to pull her closer. The last thing he was thinking about was why this would be a bad idea. His actual thought process went something along the lines of she’s soft I wonder if she’ll take a shower with me it could even be a warm one. He was actually going to ask about it - until he remembered that the last person he’d had in his shower was Ari. Who was dating Aspel. For real. Drake broke the kiss and stepped back a tiny bit; his hands were still on her waist. How could he have forgotten about Ari? He’d just been thinking about her, too. “Want something to drink?” Perhaps they'd simply fool around a bit, this didn't need to go any further if they wished it not, but... And then Drake's hands were upon her hips, using them to direct her which caused a brief break from the kiss as she gasped, then moaned, before leaning in for another kiss, this one a bit more urgent, needy, than the soft lingering pressing of lips of before. When she finally pulled away it took a moment to gather her bearings. Wetting her lips, Aspel swallowed, allowing eyes to slowly open, and look up at him, the question taking a second to process. "I do believe I am well, are you not?" The question was simple, honest, and only in relation to the question that Drake had proposed to I her just seconds before. Any other possible unwellness had fled from her mind, even if that question coming now did seem a bit odd. He was tempted to say that he was thirsty, or that he had to run to the restroom, or something. This evening seemed like it had the potential to go somewhere interesting and fun, and he really didn’t want to have to pause it in the middle to ask for permission from the woman he wanted to bed’s girlfriend, who also happened to be his sort-of girlfriend. The more that he thought about it, the more convoluted it became. His thumb rubbed circles into the fabric of her dress while he thought. Finally, he came to a decision; he pulled her close and nudged her head to the side. His lips trailed down the column of her neck, punctuated with tiny nips here and there. His hands moved from her waist - one to wrap completely around her and one to dig surreptitiously grab his net device from his pocket. A few seconds later, it joined his other arm around Aspel’s back, the net device nicely positioned behind the side of Aspel’s neck that he was busy molesting. Slowly, his lips made their way back up, stopping to lavish attention on her ear while he awkwardly typed out a message to Ari: How mad would you be if I slept with Aspel??? Once it was sent, he tossed it onto the couch - if a response came, he could worry about it then. If one didn’t? Well, he tried. “Wasn’t sure if you were thirsty,” he said easily, pausing to trail kisses down the line of her jaw. “I’d hate for you to be thirsty.” With thumbs roaming her waist, a quiet, yet sudden inhale caused a hitch in her breath. Drake was… Painfully close to areas that would have a much… more significantly impactful response in a matter of seconds from the smith. It was… A tease he most likely didn’t even realize he was engaging in. With the new direction, Aspel let her head fall off to one side, lips falling agape as Drake let his lips linger down her neck, and again those strong arms encircled her, giving an odd sort of comfort to accompany the situation at hand. A slow inhale, followed by a moan escaping her lips would be an easy signal of approval as eyes drifted shut, and it wasn’t until he spoke that they opened again. “I fear thirst is far from a matter of concern.” Came the breathy reply. A smirk slowly beginning to pull at her lips. “Hunger, of a sorts, may have begun to become one however.” And that, he could take however he’d like as her eyes dipped down over his body, wondering just how he’d look without both shirt and pants. Okay, Drake thought, letting his hands roam down her back, that was a nice sound. I like that sound. Now, if he could get her to do that again, that would be good. But she was talking, and that was distracting. He smiled against her neck. “Not sure how I can help with that,” he replied easily. He was starting to wonder how her dress would look puddled on his floor. Or gathered around her hips. Wasn’t like he was picky, but he was starting to get ahead of himself. He didn’t know what Aspel wanted to do - though he could kind of guess; he was dense, but not that dense - and he still hadn’t heard back from Ari. Not that it had been long, but he did keep glancing at the discarded device. “You know,” he said, “if there’s something in particular you’re hungry for, you should tell me.” Reluctantly, he pulled away from her neck and grinned at her. “I’m here at your whim, m’lady.” “I believe if you continue as you have with…” A pause, perhaps for effect, or perhaps due to the wine, it was nearly impossible to tell. “proper escalation, you shall do quite well.” Though, with such a clear invitation offered Aspel couldn’t help a small smirk from forming. Leaning in, another kiss would be stolen before she pulled barely pulled back, allowing her lips to brush against his as she spoke. “As you wish.” “Proper escalation,” he repeated. That sounded promising. He could do that. Except that first he needed permission. Which, really, did he? He and Ari had slept with the same people before - granted, they were never both involved with said person at the same time, but. Besides, Ari would think he was silly for passing up a golden opportunity like this. And Aspel was really, really, really attractive. A blink of light caught his eyes; his network device had received a message. That message was probably from Ari. Now, how could he get to his device without completely and utterly destroying the mood? That was the question. Proper escalation. “Well, we should get you off your feet, then,” he said. “Would hate for you to get tired.” He motioned towards the couch. If he could get her there, he could pretend to notice his device, check it real quick, and go from there. Clearly, this was the best plan; how could it go wrong? “To the couch?” An eyebrow rose at him curiously with his gesture. “While that may be a good place to alleviate tension of one’s feet, I fear I am uncertain if it is appropriate for the type of relief which you speak.” A repressed smirk came along with the end of the words. Really, she didn’t much imagine if this was going to lead to more interesting areas that the best performance would be obtained on a couch of all places. While she may have gotten past fantasy ideals of love, and lust decades before, the thought of the first time setting the stage for the following interactions was something Aspel had yet to shake. He tried not to panic; insisting on the couch, after she’d clearly - and if he got the hint, it was pretty clear - hinted that maybe they should head to the bedroom. There had to be a way for him to to his net device without arousing her suspicion (and keep other things aroused). Think quick, Liu. And then, inspiration. “Well,” he said, mock contemplative. “I do have a very nice bed. Probably one of the best features in the apartment. I could show it to you.” He grinned. “Let me just put my netdevice on silent. Wouldn’t want it going off while I was helping you get some relief.” He gave her a quick squeeze and moved to retrieve his device. “It can wait.” A hand trailed over his arm, body pressing briefly against his side as her voice dropped down low, the words nearly purred in Drake’s ear. Clearly, she had no concern about his netdevice being on or off. If they were in the next room, it wouldn’t be an issue. What netdevice could really be that loud? “Surely, the next room will be more than distance enough, no?” If he continued trying to move away or not, well, that would be his choice. He was torn: he really didn’t want to do anything that would wreck either his relationship with Ari or Aspel’s relationship with Ari, but he also really, really wanted to show Aspel his bed. And maybe show her very nice outfit the floor of his bedroom. He was running out of good excuses to stall, and he knew that if tried to keep stalling, then he could very well lose his chance at actually getting the very attractive woman purring in his ear completely undressed. Decisions, decisions. Still, better safe than sorry, so he turned and gave Aspel a kiss, letting his hands skate up her rib cage and brush under her breasts, before he pulled away. “True.” His charging device was on the coffee table - he could check it quick while putting it on the charger. Last time he’d left his device off the charger overnight, he’d woken up to a dead device and about twenty frantic messages after he’d managed to power it back up. “Give me just a second to toss it on the charger, then.” The feel of his hands running over her body earned a low, pleased noise, followed by a soft gasp, as lips fell agape, and eyes turned up towards him. If he continued to pay attention as such, this was likely to be a good night indeed. Then came mention of that device again. Maybe it was her partly buzzed brain, or maybe it was her own sex drive clouding her thoughts, but Faram. Aspel’d never met a man more obsessed with his netdevice when sex was being offered to him on a golden platter. “If you must.” Another press of her body against his would be given with a lingering kiss placed against Drake’s lips before letting any grip she may have fall away. Oh man, he thought, reining in the instinct to reach for her again. He’d never get his conscience squared away, so he quickly went to the couch, grabbed the device and put it on the charger. The message popped up as soon as the device made contact with charging station, a very confused Why would I?. That was all the permission he needed. He’d probably end up fielding questions from Ari later - really, as soon as he realized that this was something he wanted to do, he should have talked to her about it - but that was a thought for another time. He’d already wasted just under a minute taking care of this. He offered Aspel a grin as he walked back to her and took her hand. “I have the best pillows,” he told her, running his index finger along the inside of her wrist. “Wanna see?” An eyebrow quirked, there was a brief moment of debate, a bitter thought flashed by, but it could be dismissed easily enough. Especially, with that smile, and his hand once again touching her. “Mm, I believe I would quite enjoy that.” Leaning in, another kiss would be stolen, long and lingering before a nip was given to Drake’s lower lip. “Shall you lead the way?” This time, it was Drake’s turn to groan. When she pulled away, he bit his lower lip and nodded. No more delaying; gently, he tugged her hand, leading her through the living room and into his bedroom. The room was sparse - there was a large bed, which took up most of the space, two bookshelves with neatly arranged shelves against one wall, and a nightstand with a book and a lamp. The cactuar that Aspel had won him sat on one side of the bed, propped up against a pillow. There were no pictures on the walls, no clothing strewn across the floor. He was hoping to change that last bit. Without saying anything, he used one arm to pull Aspel against him, his lips finding hers. He kept the kiss slow, taking his time. His tongue traced her lower lip while his free hand moved up to cup her breast. It was a curious thing to see the stark differences in living space from person to person. The minimalist style - while not entirely expected - wasn’t a surprising fit for Drake Liu. Though, that attention to detail would quickly be lost as the sensation of the monk’s body against her own replaced any other valid thought that may have come through her mind. A heavy exhale was earned, along with a slight arching of her back, causing Aspel’s torso to press against his, and her breast more into his hand. The kiss would be returned, with her attempting to deepen it quicker than he’d tried, and a hand rose, pressing against one of his pecks. It would only take a moment before fingers shifted, beginning to pluck at the buttons of his shirt. He really should have expected it, but it still took him a little by surprise. After all, hadn’t he wanted to see her dress on the floor? Why wouldn’t she want to see his clothing there, too? He smiled against her lips, letting her deepen the kiss at her pace. The hand he had at her back went to the zipper on her dress, taking the pull between two fingers and slowly starting to guide it down the track. “I do believe,” came the breathless start, the words a low, heated murmur. “That it would bode well for you to quicken that.” If there had been any hesitation - she didn’t think there had - certainly any current reservations would now be dismissed. Tilting her head, Aspel shifted, lips beginning to linger a slow, and steady trail of kisses across his jawline, and down Drake’s neck. That of course would only be derailed as the first few buttons of his shirt had been undone, and kisses continued to trail lower. Never let it be said that he didn’t cater to the wishes of attractive women taking his shirt off. The pull was brought all the way down so that the dress gaped open in the back and he brought both of his hands to explore the skin that had just been revealed. His hands slid up until they were at her shoulders; slowly, he used his hands to slip the top of the dress down her arms. She’d have to pull away for a second for him to get the dress completely off, but he wasn’t in much of a hurry. His eyes slid closed as her lips started trailing lower. If there was one thing he would never have expected of Aspel Cassul, it was that she would be timid or shy in the bedroom. He was glad to find out that he was right - she certainly wasn’t. The feel of Drake’s hands trailing over her back earned a low moan. About a quarter of the way down unbuttoning his shirt, it made little sense to continue the trail of kisses at that point. Perhaps when they were on the bed it would be different but.... With that, Aspel allowed her hands to continue working through undoing the buttons, causing the dress to droop a bit more as her arms began to angle downwards, and her face leaned up, stretching so that another kiss could be placed against his lips. A tug of the shirt would be given as she neared the last few buttons, removing it from being tucked into his pants so that the the rest of it could be made quick work of. With that out of the way, it was merely a matter of removing the shirt, and his pants but… Perhaps that could come in a bit from now as she shifted, deepening the kiss with a press of her tongue against his lips. His hands slid back down her back, stopping to deftly unhook her bra. “You know,” he said, pulling back from the kiss for a second, “I think you’d be more comfortable without your clothes.” “Queerly,” Aspel couldn’t help the devilish smirk that rose to her face as she looked up at him. “I had thought the same of you.” With that, fingers dropped down to the front of his pants, deftly undoing them before shifting back to assist with the removal of her dress. While she took care of his pants, he shrugged his shirt off, letting it fall to the floor. His hands returned to Aspel’s shoulders and he pulled at the sleeves, tugging it down so that her torso was uncovered. He realized that Aspel could finish with her dress, surely - and he knelt down to take one nipple into his mouth. Her skin was soft and warm and inviting. He wanted to lay her down and explore her body, and if things kept going the way they were, then he’d have that chance shortly. The sudden dive of Drake’s face was a bit surprising, but the results earned a soft, and pleased moan. While one hand dipped down, pushing his pants from his hips so that they’d fall to the floor around his ankles with a light falling noise, her other hand caressed up over his back, fingers exploring until they fisted in his hair with her back arching against his touch. Certainly, if he could play unfair, she could could as well. With that, the hand that had worked to remove his pants pulled absently at the material of her dress, assuring its joining of Drake’s pants upon the floor. Now, considering it seemed nearly all important pieces - aside from his boxers, and her panties - had been taken care of certainly, the real fun was about to begin. The thought caused a smirk to rise to her lips, as digits tightened in Drake’s hair more, and fingers of her free hand shifted, moving to gently stroke up the length of his cock still hidden behind the material of his boxers. Drake groaned, lifting his hips into her touch. “The bed,” he said, his voice muffled against her breast, “would be a good idea right now.” His hands roamed down her sides and over her hips before sliding down her thighs and tracing up the insides of them. His fingers pressed lightly against her panties as he switched to her other breast. He could probably slip his fingers underneath the fabric and touch her, but her hand was still on cloth, and so would his. Didn’t mean he wasn’t tempted. Still, let the lady lead. “Would i-it?” Aspel’s words, broke on a hitched breath as Drake’s hands hit her hips. Though, as his hands shifted down, and then back up again, a shiver was easily earned. The fingers in his hair moved down, her arm bending at the elbow to hook around his neck. A sharp gasp was accompanied by her fingers tightly wrapping around his dick, stroking firmly up before moving to pluck at the band to his boxers. “Perhaps these” A moan broke her speech. “may be best,” a ragged inhale as fingers shifted, moving to push at the material. “joining the pile upon the floor.” He had to pull away for a moment; he didn’t want to unintentionally hurt her by biting down. “Good idea,” he replied, licking his lips. His fingers moved to the waistband of her own panties. “These should go, too.” He hooked his finger into the material and pulled down on them, over her hips and thighs until they dropped easily around her ankles. Now that she was completely naked, he let his eyes roam down her body, enjoying the view. He paused at the tattoo on her hip - it looked familiar - and he reached out to touch it, his fingernail tracing the design. Biting at her lower lip, Aspel shifted, kicking off a shoe, and letting the panties be removed from one ankle, then the other with the steps repeated as she finished pushing his own boxers down, allowing them to fall to his ankles in a similar fashion as her own had just seconds before. Another brief bout of panic shot through her as Drake seemed to hone in on the brand. Faram, now this would be a telling point, wouldn’t it? Maybe if she could. A low moan slipped out, and Aspel stepped in, pressing her body closer to his as a hand fell down, grasping at the base of his penis and beginning a long, leisurely stroke up it, before fingers shifted, turning to begin another stroke down. Her arm shifted, tightening around his neck as she leaned in, moving to obtain a heated press of her lips against his while continuing to assure the careful caresses to his cock maintained heightening his arousal. His hand dropped from the marking as she pressed closer and his arms wrapped around her waist, moving to cup her ass. Her kiss was insistent, and he gladly gave in. The way he figured, he had two options - he could press her against a wall, or he could lift her up and take her to the bed. The wall was closer and her touch was starting to drive him a little insane, but he wanted to do this right. Bed it is, he thought hazily. Without warning, he lifted her up, never breaking the kiss. It was just a few steps backward before the backs of his knees hit the edge of the bed, and he let himself drop down, landing on his back with Aspel on top. At this point, he broke the kiss and grinned up at her. Another deep moan was earned, followed by a somewhat dark, yet delighted chuckle until Drake suddenly had lifted her from the floor which earned a slight outcry of surprise. Her arms locked around him quickly, attempting to assure she wouldn’t fall - it wasn’t often she was carried much of anywhere - but when Drake dropped down, leaving the smith on top, a quirked brow was given down at him. Shifting, she leaned in, allowing her tongue to run over the outer edge of his ear. “Is this your desire?” Came a heated murmur before teeth scraped over his ear lobe, and her body pressed against his. His head turned instinctively to give her better access, his hands moving to rest on her hips. If he could get her to lift just a tiny bit, then maybe he could turn the tables on who was teasing whom. “Mm,” he sighed, letting one hand slide to her inner thigh, letting his fingers rest against the hair between her legs. Slowly, he started to stroke. “I’ve got a lot of desires,” he answered honestly. “Then I pray,” her sentence was cut off on a moan as his fingers worked over just the right spot. Swallowing hard, her fingers tensed off to one side in his sheets as she attempted to keep her wits about her. “you have the appropriate materials to fulfill them.” With that a nip was administered to his ear before a kiss was placed just behind it. The advantage of being tall meant long limbs, which meant that he could remove the hand still at Aspel’s waist and reach back, coming into contact with his nightstand. It took some doing to open the little drawer and fumble for the condoms he kept there - really, he could have looked away, but the way her throat was working and how her eyes darkened was arresting, and there was no way he was taking his gaze away from that - but find them he did, putting the box on the blankets next to him. Now that he could give her his full attention again, his lazily increased the speed of his caress. She was wet, making it easier to move his fingers back and forth. “What about you? What do you want?” Thank Faram her assumptions had not been wrong, it would be a tragedy if they had. Getting this far into things just to realize that neither of them had appropriate protection? Well… Though… At this point, Aspel may have just gone on with it, and paid the appropriate price in the morning with a discreet white mage to assure that there would be no issues going forward. “I” Her breath hitched again, a low whine starting deep in her throat from his continued attention. “believe, I would” Another pause, her lips falling agape before a hand shot down, shifting her slightly off to one side yet still above him so that fingers could grasp his dick and began a slow stroke before lust laden eyes rose to meet his once more. “like this.” With that, Aspel leaned in, a gentle kiss placed against his lips. “Would you not desire the same?” Drake chuckled and nipped her lower lip, his breath catching in his throat. “Lot of ways to do this,” he said. It would have been fun to tease her a little more, but he was starting to reach his limit. His hips bucked up to meet her strokes. With one hand, he fished a condom out of the box and held it out to her. With his other hand, he slid one finger inside of her. Faram, he wasn’t going to end up lasting much longer with all of the teasing. Another whine was pulled from her throat from his fingers working against her, and Aspel shifted forward, a hand falling to grip at his upper arm, nails digging into the muscle presented underneath her grasp. With the condom offered up Aspel moved, one hand easily pulling it away from him. With a shaky breath, she shifted back - which earned another deep moan as she pushed against his finger - and unwrapped the condom carefully, hips rocking down against his hand before leaning in to steal a kiss, before nipping at his lip. “I believe you may need to move your hand.” A brief few seconds were offered for Drake to move, allowing Aspel to shift back, moving down enough to straddle his hips and gain access so that with a squeeze of the condom’s tip she could roll it down over his erect cock. With the condom now in place Aspel would shift once more, adjusting their positions so that her hips hovered just above his dick as she leaned in for a kiss. He met her halfway, raising his upper back off of the bed to claim her lips as his hands reached for her hips. All he had to do was lead her down, but he liked having her in control. It was hot. Instead of doing the logical thing, his fingers dug into her skin, one nail pressing into the tattoo on her hip. The kiss was broken on an outcry and Aspel’s arms wrapped around his back tightly, pressing her chest to Drake’s. Hips rocked underneath his touch, and fingernails dug into, and down his back, assuredly leaving marks. It would take a moment through the haze of pleasurable sensation before a hand moved, grasping his penis, and the other clasped onto his shoulder as she lowered herself down onto him. A low gasp escaped her lips as a slow - painfully controlled - rock of her hips began. A moan was pulled from his throat as Aspel sank down on him. He licked his lips, twisting his hips a little for his own comfort, and used her hips to hold on. Slowly, meeting her speed, he rocked up, thrusting into her. Her nails dug into his back and he groaned, muffling the sound against her shoulder, his teeth biting into the skin. He was trying to be careful, but he wasn’t sure if he was going to be able to keep it from hurting. After a moment, he moved his mouth to just under her collarbone, sucking at the skin. With the meet of his hips, another deep moan would be earned as she pushed back, sinking further down on him, and the feel of teeth on her body earned a sharp - but not necessarily pained - inhale. Steadily, her pace would increase, head rolling off to the other side from where his mouth lingered to assure her hair was out of his way while eyes watched before sliding closed. Swallowing hard, her hips thrust down hard upon his. “Oh Drake.” Came the heated groan of his name, and her chest heaved with a sharply sucked in breath. He inhaled sharply as she came down on him, fingers digging in hard on her hips, guiding them. He was starting to feel warm. His eyes closed as he focused his attention on Aspel, on the way she said his name, on the way she was moving. It felt good, so good, and he pulled his mouth from her chest to capture her lips, whispering her name as he thrust up into her, harder and faster. Her breathing became ragged, and before long hips began to rock, and buck, at a near frantic pace. Fingers of one hand laced up into Drake’s short, dark hair, tangling tightly within it, as fingernails started at his shoulder, and clawed down his back. The kiss was easily met, and returned, a burning desire behind it caused the kiss to be hard, the nips possibly a little too sharp, but in this instance, Aspel found that she couldn’t be bothered to care. With a low whimper, a pleased moan, the smith could feel her body beginning to tense up, a warmth from below rising before the sweep of cold that was going to ever so briefly follow. “Continue.” She gasped, a stronger whimper escaping her lips than before as she shifted down, taking in more of Drake than she had before. Drake took that as an indication to keep moving, to keep going at the frantic pace he had set, the frantic pace Aspel was meeting. It wasn’t going to be long now, he knew. He nodded, slamming his hips up, driving in deeper. He could feel Aspel tensing up around him and he moaned. “Not sure how long I can keep this up, Aspel,” he panted, nipping at her neck. His hands had slid up to cup her breasts, kneading them, taking her nipples between his thumb and pointer finger, applying pressure as she rocked against him. The warmth of orgasm crashed over him, without warning, his thrusts becoming erratic, alternating between deep and shallow. “Aspel,” he groaned. Thankfully, while he wasn’t sure how long he could continue, it ended up being just long enough. With the added attention from his hands, and lips, it was more than she could take and Aspel tensed hard, her own movements staggered for a moment as she came with an outcry of his name, and a whimper with nails biting into his skin hard. As he followed through, she leaned against him, a whimper followed by deep gasps for breath broken by butterfly light kisses peppered against his lips, and along his jaw. Swallowing, the hand from his back removed, pressing lightly to Drake’s chest a passive indication for him to slow, to stop and calm. With her breath mostly caught once again, Aspel shifted, leaning up to place a soft, deep kiss against his lips. This one gentle, and tender unlike the ones before, and a faint smile crossed her face as she tried to catch, and hold his eyes. “My thanks.” Came the breathless words as she shifted, moving to lay her head against his chest for now. He was trying to catch his breath when she smiled at him. “I feel like I should be thanking you,” he replied, honest. His arms wrapped around her and she lay against his chest, comfortable. Eventually, she’d have to move, but for now, he was enjoying the afterglow. “Never had anyone thank me before, though,” he added, shaking his head. Aspel Cassul was a strange woman. A really attractive, intelligent, funny, strange woman. A low, breathy laugh was given between shallow inhales. “Then our thanks is shared.” He had offered her his time, and then followed through on it. Of course, he obviously benefitted in this situation as well, but… Well, it didn’t mean she couldn’t appreciate the outcome regardless. “Ah, orgasms are quite a thing to be thankful for. A high, and low of life, with contentment, all wrapped into one brief, fleeting package that we can reach for time and time without punishment or worry.” Unlike so many other bad choices she’d made in life. Wait. Why was she suddenly talking so much? A contented sigh was given as she nuzzled against his chest, idly placing a kiss against it without thought. Faram, this was a terribly comfortable spot. He chuckled and kissed the top of her head. “Not going to argue with that,” he conceded. A yawn made its way out of him and he closed his eyes. Without opening them, he rolled onto his side, careful to keep Aspel with him; he liked her weight on top of him, but he wouldn’t be able to sleep like that. “You’re soft,” he murmured sleepily. It occurred to him as he was drifting off that he should ask if she wanted to stay the night, but all he got out was a muffled “Stay” before he was out like a light. |