mamoritai mamoritareru

[iconoclassist]

[So, let's say this is the day before we all get hired as adventurers and hit on by bards.

Which is to say, it's a fairly normal evening wherein Shirin has killed something for dinner and brought it back to wherever they're sleeping, even if that somewhere is an inn, because habits die hard. Surely bothering the surly elf will just get you some rabbit stew and not an arrow in the knee?]

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[iconoclassist]

[It comes off fairly easily, fortunately for everyone involved, and she'll lean up to lick his ear, see how he likes it, while he's busying himself with the fondling.]

I have to ask...how do you stand having such tight-fitting pants?

[fieldarcanum]

[Well he shudders, but it's not nearly as sensitive. There, at least.]

It is something I had to learn...

[iconoclassist]

[Look, she's an elf, and a ranger. She is very good at handling swords, and she's not afraid to use this skill on excalibur down here.]

A skill, is it...? So it is for looks.

[fieldarcanum]

W-why not look your best at all times, no?

[Tongue over nipple, this is getting one-sided again and he knows it.]

[iconoclassist]

Ah--! [Okay, yeah, licking a nipple's gonna slow her down there.] Ahahaha, but you like the feral elf look, don't you?

[Or it did, until she moved her hand out of the way and just...ground her hips up against his.]

C-c'mon...then...

[fieldarcanum]

It is... evocative.

[Right. No more being slow about this. He'll grind back, and pull those shorts off her while they go. She's getting more kisses along her chest while this happens.]

[iconoclassist]

[Well, she's not going to impede him in that, it'd be counterproductive.]

I-I'll tell you a secret...the uniform of my position looks nothing like this...

[fieldarcanum]

I'd be curious to see it sometime...

[But now is not that time. Now is the time where he gets her shorts off and this teasing comes to an abrupt end. Someone is a bit impatient and if that sudden jolt of a grind is anything to go by, a touch relentless.]

[iconoclassist]

[That certainly is a groaned string of swearing he got out of her, which given it was in Elvish was probably as pretty as it was filthy. She's immediately bucking her hips hard, doing her damnedest to drive him absolutely mad and throw off that grind wherever she can.

Look she's been playing unfairly all night, why was this going to be any different?]