[ He's too aware of her, too aware of how she moves, how caught he is between her fingers, of the low noise that only just brushes against his ears. Pleased as a cat that caught it's prey, toying wit it before the last strike falls. She could tear him apart now and he wagers he would not care, not so drunk as he is on their shared desperation, the drink on her lips, the warmth of her.
Teeth drag lightly across her bottom lip as he removes his hands from her, blindly peeling his gloves from his hands, casting them side. Better, he thinks, swift to take hold of her again. Hiking down enough to grip her thighs, lift her up and close with a single motion. Grip tight, he breaks from the kiss only take to her jaw and the soft skin of her throat. A vulnerable place, as the knights know well, easy to reach as close as he now sits. But no, no blade, only teeth and lips against her pulse. Only his hands at the small of her back, fighting against fabrics.
A condemned man, he must be, for all that he does here and now. Sinking his teeth into the flesh of a queen, a rebel, and hoping to hear her sing. ]
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Teeth drag lightly across her bottom lip as he removes his hands from her, blindly peeling his gloves from his hands, casting them side. Better, he thinks, swift to take hold of her again. Hiking down enough to grip her thighs, lift her up and close with a single motion. Grip tight, he breaks from the kiss only take to her jaw and the soft skin of her throat. A vulnerable place, as the knights know well, easy to reach as close as he now sits. But no, no blade, only teeth and lips against her pulse. Only his hands at the small of her back, fighting against fabrics.
A condemned man, he must be, for all that he does here and now. Sinking his teeth into the flesh of a queen, a rebel, and hoping to hear her sing. ]