He chuckled softly. His answer was to press his lips against her neck. She shivered at the feel of his warm breath and the scratch of his beard. he pressed soft kisses up to her ear. His teeth scraped at her earlobe. She sighed, leaning more heavily against him. Brynjolf smirked, his hands falling to her hips.
"Bryn," she whispered.
His tongue flicked over her ear. "Do you want something?" he purred.
"Gods damn it, Brynjolf, kiss me," Valrei growled.
He chuckled. "Patience, lass."
She growled but he sucked lightly at a spot on her neck, making her sigh. She closed her eyes and leaned her head to one side, giving him more room. He kissed down the cure, one hand raising to brush the tips of his fingers against the opposite side of her neck. Rough fingers brushed the scar just below her jaw and he stopped. He grabbed her shoulders gently and turned her to face him. Softly, he lifted her chin with one hand. He studied the thick scar for a long moment, his green eyes unreadable, then ran his thumb across it.
Valrei pushed his hand away and leaned up to press her lips to his. He pulled her close, deepening the kiss. his tongue slipped between her lips, caressing hers. She moaned softly. He kissed her harder, pulling at the straps on her armor. Her cuirass slid to the floor as he finished the last of the straps. He pulled back long enough to pull her undershirt over her head, leaving her in only her breast band. She yanked at the buckles on his chest guard, but couldn't get them loose. Brynjolf buried his face against her neck, nipping lightly and chuckling in her ear.
"Problem love?"
"Take this off now," she growled, pulling on the straps for emphasis.
He pulled back from her and easily stripped out of his leather armor, down to his undershirt and pants. He pulled off his undershirt. Valrie just stared at him, taking in his lean, muscular chest. He wore only a thin pair of pants that did nothing to disguise the bulge at the front. To say he was well endowed would be an understatement. She swallowed hard and closed the distance between them,pressing her lips against the hard planes of his chest. She ran her hands down his stomach. Brynjolf groaned, his eyes closed and his head tipped back. She ran her hand down, over his hard manhood. He reached for her, but Valrei took a stop back, giving him a little smile. She slipped out of her pants, so she was standing in just her small clothes.
Brynjolf looked at her, and groaned softly. He grabbed her arm and pressed her up against the wall behind the desk, kissing her hard. A hand slid the last bit of cloth away from her bottom half, and he slid a finger along her folds. She moaned, burying her head against his chest. He groaned softly, feeling how wet she was.
"You're going to be the death of me, lass," he groaned in her ear.
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Re: Nothing like nearly dying 2.5/2.75
Date: 2012-12-24 02:23 am (UTC)"Bryn," she whispered.
His tongue flicked over her ear. "Do you want something?" he purred.
"Gods damn it, Brynjolf, kiss me," Valrei growled.
He chuckled. "Patience, lass."
She growled but he sucked lightly at a spot on her neck, making her sigh. She closed her eyes and leaned her head to one side, giving him more room. He kissed down the cure, one hand raising to brush the tips of his fingers against the opposite side of her neck. Rough fingers brushed the scar just below her jaw and he stopped. He grabbed her shoulders gently and turned her to face him. Softly, he lifted her chin with one hand. He studied the thick scar for a long moment, his green eyes unreadable, then ran his thumb across it.
Valrei pushed his hand away and leaned up to press her lips to his. He pulled her close, deepening the kiss. his tongue slipped between her lips, caressing hers. She moaned softly. He kissed her harder, pulling at the straps on her armor. Her cuirass slid to the floor as he finished the last of the straps. He pulled back long enough to pull her undershirt over her head, leaving her in only her breast band. She yanked at the buckles on his chest guard, but couldn't get them loose. Brynjolf buried his face against her neck, nipping lightly and chuckling in her ear.
"Problem love?"
"Take this off now," she growled, pulling on the straps for emphasis.
He pulled back from her and easily stripped out of his leather armor, down to his undershirt and pants. He pulled off his undershirt. Valrie just stared at him, taking in his lean, muscular chest. He wore only a thin pair of pants that did nothing to disguise the bulge at the front. To say he was well endowed would be an understatement. She swallowed hard and closed the distance between them,pressing her lips against the hard planes of his chest. She ran her hands down his stomach. Brynjolf groaned, his eyes closed and his head tipped back. She ran her hand down, over his hard manhood. He reached for her, but Valrei took a stop back, giving him a little smile. She slipped out of her pants, so she was standing in just her small clothes.
Brynjolf looked at her, and groaned softly. He grabbed her arm and pressed her up against the wall behind the desk, kissing her hard. A hand slid the last bit of cloth away from her bottom half, and he slid a finger along her folds. She moaned, burying her head against his chest. He groaned softly, feeling how wet she was.
"You're going to be the death of me, lass," he groaned in her ear.