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Cath Delaney (dian_cecht) wrote in inpoormerit,

Cathair had made a habit of covering up most of his adult life. He had distinctive tattoos, that he didn't want people to see. They were not really for anyone else but him, when he'd gotten them, he was young and they reminded him of what he thought he should be. Who he really would always be. The general, a warrior who had to be strong of mind and body.

Even now, letting go of that part of him wasn't easy. Letting her set the pace was difficult for him. He was used to being charge, being in control. And bits of his body were loudly insisting her top was coming off far too slowly. He contented himself with tracing his lips along her tattoo until she stopped it just below her breasts.

That was not going to do. She'd teased him enough before they'd even started. The flirting comments, sitting in his lap, trying to wind him up to this point. He let out a soft growl and grabbed her shirt by the hem, shoving it up to expose her breasts. Much better.

Shifting his weight to try and force her to lay back, Cathair turned his attention to the flesh he has exposed. He licked and nipped along tops of her breasts, ignoring the more sensitive bits for now. If she wanted to play teasing games, he'd oblige her. But no one said she got to set all of the rules.