Thais let Constans move her, relaxing against his hold. Following his cues, she raised her leg in an expert way. It wrapped around his torso as his hand pushed her robes up. A small smile pressed against his kiss. She was intrigued to see what Constans woudl do next. It was always interesting to see how men went about undressing. Most didn’t even bother. SHe considered voicing this opinion because it was clear by Constans momentary pause in the attention to the kiss that he was perhaps thinking of this natural next step. Opening her mouth, she was about to slip her tongue against the others when a cough snapped her to attention.
She drew away. The back of her head accidentally smacked the stone. The impact stung. She instantly placed a hand on the spot as if the touch would get rid of the pain. The woman squirmed against Constans, trying to ignore the momentary grinding of their hips as she lowered her leg.
“Templar.” She gasped, searching for a name in her memories. The older man seemed familiar, but was no more than a set of narrowed eyes behind a helm to Thais. The woman offered a small attempt of innocence with a guilty looking smile. Her expression was a mixture of apologetic and mischievous. Perhaps playful innocence was this Templar’s type, she hoped that her guess was correct to perhaps soften the Templar’s attitude. She did not need the news of her activitiesgetting to her mentor, or anyone for that matter. While it was simple fooling around, the fact that Constans was an apprentice complicated the matter.
She ran her hands over her thighs, fixing the folds of her yellow robes. Thais glanced at Constans before bringing her attention back to the Templar, “We... I...” She searched for an explanation, “This... this isn’t what it seems.” This was all she could muster and she looked over to Constans, hoping the boy would prove that he truly was as charismatic and sly as she had desired.