Aspel Cassul: When in doubt, Aspel! (weaponry) wrote in emillion,
Another half choked off, low whimper died in her throat, the noise brief, yet sharp in its own right at the kiss. Then came the bards lips in an ascent up her neck, and feeling the teeth scrape at her skin, Aspel's lips fell agape, a heavy, soundless breath escaping. Instinct and memory had seemed to combine as her hand snaked under the tunic, fingers touching against the other woman's lower back. A desire to hear Ari moan, to feel her wither and shake underneath Aspel's touch began to bubble up from deep within. A swipe of fingers horizontally across the other woman's lower back was taken, nails digging in, ever so slightly, just enough to redden the skin briefly before the mark was certain to fade away.
As the bard leaned forward for another kiss, Aspel moved in to meet her. The briefest flash of thought about continuing such an action quickly disappeared as the other woman's lips were moving again and the smiths head leaned back, breath coming in quick and shallow…. And suddenly, lust. A deep, heavy, throw caution to the wind and do as one would please, type of lust struck her. An old feeling. One she was painfully aware of and one that regularly ran deep within her veins. The feeling that drove her so deeply into the powers of Dark and Fell.
"Ari." She gasped, half whimpered with the feeling over the other woman's body and lips pressed against her. The smith couldn't risk it, couldn't dare allow this to be some random fall out from her brush against the dark again recently, driving her into giving away everything she had built. Fear struck her heard, her heart instantly pained and a cold feeling welling up deep in her gut.
"Ari, I… We need to," Words were difficult between warring emotions and desires, but most of the desire had begun to abate, something uneasy, a mild anxiety seeping in. Her hand turned, grasping at the borrowed tunic tightly and tightening in attempts to give the other woman a hint to pull back, to lighten in the fevered exchange for a moment, even if only a few seconds so she could get her head.