Aspel Cassul: When in doubt, Aspel! (weaponry) wrote in emillion,
Swallowing hard, another low moan was repressed behind closed lips. No motion or indication given for Ari to stop, no uncomfortable tensing. It was nice, simple, there was no threat. This was Ari, Ari was a friend, Ari had helped her more than she fully knew how to repay, and quite frankly, it wasn't as if Aspel had a particular issue with others nudity, being touched, or even her own nudity if it weren't for that blasted marking. Though... Sex was a complication all of its own. It brought so many other things to mind, so much more she wanted to do and partake in but repressed urges for such on a daily basis. If she gave into one, what was stopping her from giving in to the others?
The feeling of lips earned a pleased hum that stuck in her throat. However, the feeling of tongue against her skin caused a sharp inhale, the hand at Ari's lower back tensing, applying more firm and even pressure. Then came the tug at her earlobe and a low breathy gasp was earned, before a throaty 'heh' was given.
"Not leaving me much in way of options." Aspel groused at the returned statement. "Especially, with this dress." The words were a bit murmured as she leaned in, taking the chance to place a kiss against Ari's neck, the faintest of nips being given as to assure no mark would be left. There were a few ideas and the smiths hand pressed against the bards lower back again. "Here." With a flowing motion, fingers then stroked around to Ari's side, another kiss pressed against her neck, this time lips venturing a bit lower. "Here." Aspel's hand applied a bit more pressure right below the bards ribs on her side. "Then," Her voice was a bit breathy before contacting the other woman's neck again, the smiths hand sliding down over the outer side of Ari's thigh before sliding up to rest on top of the thigh, letting her thumb faintly linger along the lower regions of Ari's inner thigh. "There is here." Came the whisper as Aspel's hand squeezed, thumb at the inside of Ari's thigh - not far above the knee - while her palm remained at the top of the other woman's leg and the remaining digits slightly dug into the bards outer thigh.
Head dipping, another faint nip would be taken at Ari's neck, attempting to read whatever response might be gathered from her suggested locations for such mark. All the while, her hand would not move any further after coming to rest in at the third location.