[ He chuckles again, the sound thrumming against her breast. ]
Maybe it's just the taste of mango juice on your skin that I want.
[ After doing his level best to suck any trace of the fruit off of her, running one hand up her side beneath the fabric of her robe, Charles draws back with a pleased sound, and rolls to the pillows, folding an arm beneath his head. ]
There's a point in the healing where you've got to move, if you ever want to move right again. [ A smirk. ] I gathered you'd reached that point already.
Are you accusing me of getting soft? Do you need me to pin you down and remind you?
[She's teasing, as she moves to lie on his chest, her chin on her hands as she looks up at him. She bites her lips a little, and watches him.]
Do you want to take me out to sea for a while? On a sloop? Make me work?
[Daphne commissioned a little one when they returned; Charles' ship is big, made for carrying treasure, made for war, made for a crew. Daphne's little sloop is small enough to be handled by just a pair of people, if they're both experienced, and she mostly uses it if she needs to get somewhere on the coast fast and Charles isn't there to take her.
And she uses it to make him take her to the small islands that dot the coast, occasionally, to get away. She's not nearly skilled enough at sea to captain, but she'll work if he tells her what to do.]
Yes. Remind me of the softness of your skin after a bath.
[ With a grin, he folds his free arm over her, drawing her closer; his fingers trail up and down her side, tracing her ribs.
The idea of going out to sea with her thrills him, stirring deeper than simply wanting to have her following his orders. Any place that is theirs alone speaks more to him than sea or land combined. ]
I wouldn't mind stealing you away someplace where we can really be alone... no nursemaids or anything.
[She moves her chin, to press a kiss to his chest, and then up to his throat, and then to his mouth.]
I can go for a few days.
[She can't always, and she'll probably make everyone crazy by leaving, but at the same time, when it's the two of them together, when they're able to be the most feral, when she's in a pair of trousers and there are no expectations, when they can be as loud and as quiet as they want, it makes them both happier, easier to deal with later.
Her skin goosebumps a little under his fingers.]
You didn't answer me earlier, lion.
How do you make me feel like a green girl every time you touch me?
[ Those kisses feel incredibly good, moreso with the pressure of her body on top of him. He loves the sensation of her mouth on his bare chest, and the question makes him snort in amusement. ]
Why would you ask me that when you're the only one who can answer?
[ His fingers trail up and down her spine, and he tilts his head a little like he's feeling thoughtful, or mischievous, and his grin broadens a little more. ]
But I think you've just never known a man like me.
[She takes that moment, quiet just for a second, watching his mouth with the intensity of a cat watching prey. Her own lips quirk, as she looks up at him.]
You're right.
I've met shifters and kinfolk and not a single one of them can hold a candle to you. Don't let that go to your head, lion.
[She tips her head a little, quirks it, so she really does look like a cat.]
And certainly none of them can make my cunt as wet.
[She kisses him fast before he can growl in reply.]
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Maybe it's just the taste of mango juice on your skin that I want.
[ After doing his level best to suck any trace of the fruit off of her, running one hand up her side beneath the fabric of her robe, Charles draws back with a pleased sound, and rolls to the pillows, folding an arm beneath his head. ]
There's a point in the healing where you've got to move, if you ever want to move right again. [ A smirk. ] I gathered you'd reached that point already.
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[She's teasing, as she moves to lie on his chest, her chin on her hands as she looks up at him. She bites her lips a little, and watches him.]
Do you want to take me out to sea for a while? On a sloop? Make me work?
[Daphne commissioned a little one when they returned; Charles' ship is big, made for carrying treasure, made for war, made for a crew. Daphne's little sloop is small enough to be handled by just a pair of people, if they're both experienced, and she mostly uses it if she needs to get somewhere on the coast fast and Charles isn't there to take her.
And she uses it to make him take her to the small islands that dot the coast, occasionally, to get away. She's not nearly skilled enough at sea to captain, but she'll work if he tells her what to do.]
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[ With a grin, he folds his free arm over her, drawing her closer; his fingers trail up and down her side, tracing her ribs.
The idea of going out to sea with her thrills him, stirring deeper than simply wanting to have her following his orders. Any place that is theirs alone speaks more to him than sea or land combined. ]
I wouldn't mind stealing you away someplace where we can really be alone... no nursemaids or anything.
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I can go for a few days.
[She can't always, and she'll probably make everyone crazy by leaving, but at the same time, when it's the two of them together, when they're able to be the most feral, when she's in a pair of trousers and there are no expectations, when they can be as loud and as quiet as they want, it makes them both happier, easier to deal with later.
Her skin goosebumps a little under his fingers.]
You didn't answer me earlier, lion.
How do you make me feel like a green girl every time you touch me?
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Why would you ask me that when you're the only one who can answer?
[ His fingers trail up and down her spine, and he tilts his head a little like he's feeling thoughtful, or mischievous, and his grin broadens a little more. ]
But I think you've just never known a man like me.
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You're right.
I've met shifters and kinfolk and not a single one of them can hold a candle to you. Don't let that go to your head, lion.
[She tips her head a little, quirks it, so she really does look like a cat.]
And certainly none of them can make my cunt as wet.
[She kisses him fast before he can growl in reply.]