Aspel Cassul: When in doubt, Aspel! (weaponry) wrote in emillion,
Ari/Aspel - 2:30 AM
What luck that must be. To be able to rest so easily, though, at the same time, with the quantity of the sugary sweet drinks Aspel had seen the other woman ingest over the... What? Three? Four hours? They had been at the Duckling then it would be no surprise if the bard finally crashed from what must be one of the most ridiculous sugar highs Aspel had ever seen. Though, what she had seen had only been part of it, the bartender had known what Ari was drinking so that could be seen as a reflection of just how much longer she had been drinking them if one cared to ponder about the situation too much. At Ari's retort on her well being a simple bow of Aspel's head would be offered. "As you wish."
With the look of exasperation from the other woman Aspel couldn't help the smirk forming at her lips. Eyes leisurely dipped down, words beginning to form in the back of her brain yet nothing completed its journal to her mouth before she felt Ari yanking at her jacket, pulling them close and a low, pleased noise half died in her throat. "May we?" The murmured response was curious and amused all at the same time as Ari held onto her clothing and eyes slowly raised to meet the other woman's finally. Of course, then Ari was pushing again, but wasn't she always? Though, perhaps she hadn't been quite so persistent, so forward in the past. Something had made her daring, and perhaps that was Aspel's own fault. The bard had not tried, not pushed for a kiss until this night and not until after Aspel had partaken in such action first though... The bard was clearly trying to drive her there.
A low moan was given into the kiss, a hitch of her breath caused at the bite and it would take a moment for the rest of her body to react. One arm wrapped around the smaller woman, forearm pressing against her back and fingers running into long hair before tightening in it with another hard, pressing kiss. Aspel's other hand dropped down, fingers running over the outside of Ari's thigh momentarily, tongue pressing against the bard's lips for only a moment, before fingers pulled at the hair they had tangled in, carefully attempting to pull Ari's head back as Aspel stepped forward, pushing her body against the smaller woman's. With a dip of her head, lips would press against the exposed skin of the other woman's neck where it began to meet the body, fingers finally having traced down Ari's leg far enough to attempt hooking into the back of her knee, one smooth motion trying to pull the leg up against her own hip.
Sometimes, it amazed her how much foreplay, and even sex, was like dancing. Fingers curled, and her body pressed against the other woman's, a few cues, a lead taken with the scent of honey driving her sense off a cliff as tongue traveled up the side of the bard's neck. A kiss was then placed at the juncture where jaw and neck met before a nip was taken at her earlobe, a gentle tug of teeth as Aspel pressed the bards back against, what she assumed, was Ari's front door with digits finally released the directional hold of the bards hair.