Aspel Cassul: When in doubt, Aspel! (weaponry) wrote in emillion,
"Have I?" Aspel's tone was passive, but there was a clearly pleased note in it as well. A smile finally pulled at her lips after attempting a poker face for few seconds. "Something to remember me by." Was the low murmur before a tender kiss was placed over the mark. With Ari shifting underneath her, the smith allowed her weight to sit back some, making the movements of the other woman easier to accomplish. She'd terribly loathe to hinder some desire of Ari's or cause the other woman some form of discomfort as the bard was so clearly playing to Aspel's preferences for that night. That, in addition with the continued respect of boundaries and desires, something she still wasn't full accustomed to.
When her brain fully registered the feeling of Ari's hand on her face, the smith leaned slightly, letting her cheek press into the touch before moving forward with the guidance provided by the bard. With Aspel's most dominant desire - that could realistically be fulfilled at this time as the rest weren't things she was ready for, and she had gotten better at defining that boundary even for herself - managed at this moment, there was a slight calmness against heated nerves. If she could go further tonight... No. The thought was banished even as the image of Ari without the dress was terribly tempting.
The kiss was easily granted, a soft hum of approval given into it. Behind the kiss was a low emotion of simmering desire behind this one for a future time as it seemed calmer than before. However, a slight push of tongue would be given, and Aspel's hand moved, stroking up the other woman's side with her thumb faintly brushing against the side of Ari's breast.