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Post by hrsegrl on Mar 11, 2008 17:33:57 GMT -5
"Alright then... my weyr it is...." She kissed his cheek. "We'll get you safely to your weyr tomorrow." Maris reassured him. Her lithe form holding his much broader form, as she opened the door. They nearly fell into the room, but she wasn't that drunk.
She set him down in a chair. "Would you liek a little water before we settle in?" Marisol had no intention of actually settling into bed. She had other plans for him there. The red head, lit a couple glows so that they would be able to see. Seryth slept soundly on her couch.
First Maris took off her jewelry and placed it in the proper box. Then her shoes were off and within seconds she was grabbing two glasses of water. "Drink a little, it will help in the morning." She placed the glass in his hand, letting her fingers brush his.
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Post by brimstone81 on Mar 11, 2008 18:24:24 GMT -5
She'd get him back there tomorrow. . . Oh, that was good. He gave a nod, as if thinking about it. It wasn't long before they stumbled into her room, and he looked around blurily. If it was nice or not, he couldn't tell. Looked good enough to him. Maybe it wasn't a bad thing that he couldn't remember how to get to his weyr. . . He was more or less dropped into a chair, and there he settled, though now feeling a little more in control, but still loose as a goose.
He watched the pretty woman take off her jewelry and walk around with wide eyes. She was so nice for taking care of him. Faranth knows that his buddies would leave him some where to sleep it off in the hallways. They had been quite happy to see him leave with Marisol-must have been, for they were whistling and hollaring their goodnights.
Then Marisol came back to him, and concentrating, he held onto the glass steadily. Hopefully he wouldn't spill-then he'd be embarrassed. When she brushed his hand, he felt a burning desire of her. He looked up at her and took a long drink of his water. Maybe not the best idea, but it would help clear his head a little. From her body language he got that it was okay and stood up, standing very close to her for a moment or two before leaning down kissing her sweet lips. "Oh, Marisol. I daresay the jewels took away from your lovely eyes."
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Post by hrsegrl on Mar 11, 2008 18:37:21 GMT -5
He did as she said but then he got up. She watched wondering if he was going to do what she hoped he was going to do. Her question was answered as he kissed her. Then of course he flattered her. Sweet talking might not get you everywhere but it would get you into her bed.
"These clothes can be an eye sore as well and they aren't all that comfortable for sleeping. Sadly I really can't get out of this dress without help. " She looked up at him , imploring his help. Obviously she could get the dress off if she really wanted to but for the fun of toying with the Bronzerider she said she could not. "Since there isn't anyone else here to help... would you mind?"
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Post by brimstone81 on Mar 11, 2008 18:53:34 GMT -5
"Uh, sure." It was a simple enough request. Though with his sense perception a little off, he didn't quite get what she insinuated. He reached around her and groped her back looking for buttons or hooks or something, but couldn't find any. So, he just did as instincts told him. He grabbed the material at her hips and pulled up, none to gently or sexily as he might have sober. Not that he'd be undressing a woman he barely knew sober. But, you know. Once he got it off of her, he grinned proudly, "There-oooh" Then he got it.
He couldn't help but look at her, because that's what she was there for, right? And his manly instincts took over and he started to kiss her, slowly at first and then with more passion. L'sander had to pause though from it as he ungracefully tried to rip off his tunic and managed to tear a seam. "Oops," he mumbled into her cheek. Once the tunic was off he had his arms around her, kind of forgeting about the pants, but he was a man- he could only really focus on one thing at a time!
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Post by hrsegrl on Mar 11, 2008 19:15:38 GMT -5
Marisol giggled her ploy worked and next thing she knew she was dressleess and being kissed. Mmmmm. Kissing. She loved this! Marisol kissed back none to gently and began to push him towards her bed. The greenrider would help him with his pants when it came time for that. For now, she was taking pleasure in kissing him.
**Black out**
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