Re: Donnor's Room at the Tudor Keep

arthur_loxley · arthur_loxley on Sun Mar 22, 2009 11:06 pm

Aasha wrote:Once Ingrid was through the door, Aasha sits up enough to put his shirt on. Sighing as she slips the shirt over her head, she meets Donnor's eyes. If she even thinks of touchin' any part of ya, she'd hafta get through me first. Her eyes automatically moving over his body when she speaks of it brings color to already bright pink cheeks.

Leaning heavily on him as they make their way back to his room, she smiles evilly at Ingrid, waiting for a protest from the scary maid. With none forthcoming, she follows him into the room, pausing to watch with widening eyes as he locks then places a chair under the door handle. Barely able to focus on his mischievous grin when he scoops her up, she only has time to kiss his neck gently before he lays her down on the bed.

Aasha feels tongue tied when he asks what she desires of him, unable to put it into words. She truly didn't know what she wanted, only to be close and for the sensations he aroused to continue. She was still amazed that she wasn't fearful, but there was nothing in his touch that reminded her of her past. I only wants you... is what she manages before his lips make their way across her body. As he gets close to her lips, she lightly brushes her fingertips across his neck and down his arms, rising up halfway to meet him, her lips already parted slightly in anticipation of the kiss. Holding nothing back, she presses eagerly into him. Her skin tingles everywhere it came into contact with his, her hands slowly traveling down his back in a gentle caress as she explores.

arthur_loxley · arthur_loxley on Sun Mar 22, 2009 11:14 pm

Donnor wrote:{OOC: Due to the sensitive nature of the story, we moved some of our posts to a different location.}

Smiling up at her, he noticed his breathing finally started to slow back to normal and his heart stopped pounding as hard. He slowly rolled onto his side, causing Aasha to fall beside him on the bed. ”And you are my life, my heart, everything…I know I do not have to live without you but I do know I wouldn’t want to.” He kissed her gently again, his lips just lightly brushing against hers, before sitting up and wiping the sweat from his face with the shirt on the floor.

He was glad that they had gotten to enjoy intense passion without any interruptions from anyone. He turned on the bed and faced Aasha, admiring her form once again he noticed a medium sized bruise on her neck from where he had his mouth. He started to laugh as he thought about the reaction they would receive if anyone noticed it. ”It looks like you will be walking out of this room marked by me, love.” He helped her to her feet and told her to go look at her neck in the mirror as he quickly dressed himself.

Once he had finished, he went over to the closet and removed another shirt for her and laid it on the back of the chair. ”We should hurry so we can get down there and eat before the dinner is over. I was hungry before but after all the fun, I am even more hungry.” The sounds coming from his stomach firmly backed up his stomach as he chuckled. ”See that? I have proof.” He laughed again.

Moving over to the bed he glanced down at the bed clothes. There was no denying that they were now ruined so he stripped them from the mattress and carried them over to the door. He moved the chair out from under the doorknob and slowly opened the door, peeking his head outside looking for Ingrid. Not seeing her, he came out the door more and saw her asleep in a chair in the hall. He woke her up and handed the linens to her. ”You will have to throw these away, they are ruined. Oh, and my bed is in need of new ones.” He grinned sheepishly as his face grew warm, hoping she wouldn’t ask any questions about what took so long. Instead of sticking around for an interrogation he quickly made his way back into his room and closed the door behind him until Aasha was ready to go.

aasha · aasha on Sun Mar 22, 2009 11:36 pm

He seemed to recover much faster than her, she still felt dazed when he rolled to his side. I wouldna want to live wit'out ya either... Sighing as their lips met, her heart skipped a beat before settling into a slightly more normal cadence. Her eyes never left his when he sat up, her face reflected a radiant glow from their passion. She wasn't embarrassed now, not even when his eyes caressed her body. She only felt fulfillment, he had given more than she ever expected or deserved with his love, culminating in this moment. It wasn't something she could feel shame over.

When he focused on her neck, then mentioned she should look at her neck she was confused. Ya marked me? She'd already said she was his, she really didn't care who knew it, but wondered how their passion could possibly show on her neck. She was shaky, and was glad of his support in getting to her feet. Glancing into the mirror, she moved her hair and looked at her neck, her eyes widening a little as the purplish bruise appeared.

Turning, Aasha watched him dress and giggled when his stomach rumbled. Her hair was a mess, she could already feel twinges in areas she'd never noticed before, and she sorely wanted a bath, but had a feeling their luck with privacy wouldn't last long enough for that. I dun cares if'n ya marked me...ya thinks there was any doubt I was yers? Her eyes twinkled merrily as her thoughts drifted to a repeat performance later that evening.

Still not totally steady, Aasha made her way to a bowl in the corner, cleaning up as best she could before gathering the rest of her clothing. Using the chair to balance, she dressed quickly, then blushed as Donnor gathered the bedclothes. He was out the door before she could ask what he intended on doing with them. Sighing, she had a feeling Ingrid would be giving her another disapproving look, it was becoming common for her. Seemed as though servants always disapproved of her actions, not that she cared enough to change them.

Glancing back at the bed after he left, she thought of how much her life had changed since she met him. The ruined shirt was still lying on the floor, her boots carelessly tossed to the side. Grabbing both, Aasha perched on the edge of the bed, wincing slightly at the ache. Grabbing for the dagger sheathed within her boot, she cut another strip out of the shirt, laying it on the bed behind her before using the cloth to tie her hair back out of her eyes. She had just finished when Donnor reentered.

Her gait was a bit stiff as she moved to his side, wrapping her arms around him. Leaning up, she kissed him briefly before winking. Lead on love...sooner we eats, the sooner we ken be alone 'gain. Linking her arm through his, they walked out the door. Ingrid was still standing in the hallway, looking in horror at the linens that had been pressed into her hands. The sour look on her face when she caught sight of Aasha's neck caused the girl to giggle. As they passed the maid, Aasha stuck her tongue out, then tightened her grip on Donnor's arm.