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timeskips ahoy

[So. Some time has passed on all these adventures. Eventually, people did settle down--well, some of them. Oryn's trading is doing well, Tora and his wife were, one presumed, well-off and not eating people. Sanaz had, of course, wandered off again, but such things were expected.

In the case of a certain elf, she had said there was some business she needed to sort through in Ra-Zehman, but in deference to how badly the desert agreed with him, been incredibly stubborn on sending Konstantin home ahead.

Which brings us to today, where a cloaked, tall woman has wandered right on into the castle, freaking out the guards who swore they never saw her come in, followed by a gleaming white stag and, one assumes, a veritable menagerie somewhere outside waiting.

What do.]

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A-Ahh!

[THAT IS CHEATING.] I-I'm trying to make suggestions, here!

There's the Shirin I remember.

[He laughs.]

Well, I need to get you out of this cloak and the rest of what you're wearing first, regardless.

Oh, that's rich, coming from you and all your finery.

[But she'll pretty much immediately undo the clasp on the cloak so it just falls right off, revealing that she...apparently came to court pretty scandalously dressed, today.]

[He's tracing a hand down her back to grab her ass up in both hands, as a response to that.]

I'm a king. What would I wear besides finery?

We could start with nothing at all?

[He grabs her ass, she grinds her hips against his, this can only go good places.]

I believe we end there, actually. But you... what exactly are you wearing?

[He will shudder some, but let her go so he can step back and see what it is she has on. And toss off his own cape.]

[That...appears to be a bodice and the tightest leather pants she could get her hands on and not much else.]

I miiight have run into Oryn on the way here.

And here I was hoping this was the scout's new uniform...

[He laughs a bit, pulling her back against his chest.]

Though I suppose we have time to negotiate all manner of things.

Lord, no. You can't make forestry-practical sexy, it really doesn't work. We've tried before.

[She is happy for hugs, although she is quietly starting to undo his shirt while she's here.]

Of course, if you had another title and uniform in mind, Konstantin...

I could grant you all manner of titles, Shirin, but most of them don't usually come with a uniform. Not that we couldn't correct that...

[Hand inching it's way down those leather pants? Oh, you better believe it.]

[Well, she's squirming a little, but then leaning up to murmur in his ear.]

Konstantin, I think we both know what we've been beating around the bush about...ask me already, and I promise, I'll do whatever you want.

[He will quit groping her for a moment and just hold her in front of him.]

In the days or even perhaps hours to come, I am certain I will demand all manner of acts out of you, see what deviousness you can find in the castle wardrobes. But I have not held you in two years. Right now I find that immediacy more desirable than anything.

...[She's quiet for a moment, before just leaning up and kissing him, surprisingly sweetly, at that. Turns out Shirins do actually know how to be gentle!]

[He kisses her back, then. If it weren't for the fact that he already had a hand in her pants and she'd got his shirt most of the way off, then this would just be really cute!]

[Look, the day they are adorable in a way that isn't in the middle of filthy sex in some fashion is the day they've been replaced by bodysnatchers.

That said, she'll just keep the kiss going until she needs to breathe.]

...I guess sending letters just isn't the same. Although I'm not sure if they got here, the post is notoriously a little, ah. Distractable.

[They were full of feelings. Feelings under a cipher. And also drawings of flowers and creatures she thought he might find curious. Because that is the kind of person she is.]

I received a few letters, mostly full of black inkings... I believe someone censored your outgoing mail.

[Right, he was in the middle of being a giant tease. Time to get back to that and start unlacing her bodice.]

But is that important now?

Not even remotely.

[Right, licking all the way up his neck, if he's going to be like that, and get a good grip on his ass.]

[It is much as she remembers it. It would seem that his half-dead nature has kept him much the same as he was when they last met, and grabbing his ass has him getting a lot more teasing with his fingers all the sudden.]

Good.

A-ahhh...legs aren't gonna...hold out much longer, y'keep that up...

[She is leaning on him pretty heavily already, in fact. That may be his cue to find someplace to get this party going.]

Tell me, soft or not?

[He's not letting up, either, given he just leaned down to kiss rather roughly along her neck while he keeps her supported.]

S-soft...!

[She's exhaling pretty sharply against his ear if he's going to do that, and doing her best to get a hand to where she can pull open his pants, in all this.]

Good...

[He'll push her gently back onto the bed then, and he's not going to bother fighting her on getting his pants open because with her bodice unlaced he's going for kissing her breasts instead.]

[Given it's been two years, she's a touch more sensitive than he might remember, given she's groaning and squirming under the attention already.]

G-gonna...be a tease at a time like this...?

I've never known you to complain about me paying attention...

[But he'll stop, if she's going to be like that, and get his own shirt the rest of the way off.]

[Well, she'll reach up while he's doing that, to brush his hair out of his face.]

It's been two years...I'm allowed to be a little impatient, aren't I?

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