brave_kreyu | OOM All Skate Skellig Dream Magic Weirdness -Part Five

"Much better," she agrees, snuggling close. "The eclipse, perhaps, for the moon being in front of the sun."

"Mysterious," he muses, drawing his fingertips along her forearm - tracing again those lines of henna. "I like that. Fitting...mysterious, like you and I both are."

His fingers trail higher, to the henna designs on her breasts - but his touch is mostly innocent, as much as it can be at least.

She enjoys his tracing the lines, touch innocent or not, as it feels good.

"I suppose we are," she muses. "To humans, certainly."

"I know enough to give you some henna art on your skin, although nothing as elaborate as I have," she tells him. Her drawing symbols on him like in that dream he had, in Heka's lair.

"That might be a fun activity to get up to," he says. "Perhaps one day while we are in your Lair, if we need some time to recuperate from our adventures."

(Whether they are truly recovering from time spent fighting pirates, or resting after other activities they get up to once they arrive - he does not know what to expect, nor does he truly care. If it is with her, he will be happy...)

He shifts his body to turn a bit onto his side, give himself better ability to see her body - and trace the patterns on her skin.

"We should have time," Kreyu replies. If only because getting Revenin to 'cool off' is likely to take a WHILE.

She watches him, smiling softly. "You've found most of the henna, but not all of it."

He arches an eyebrow, curiously, and leans back slightly to better view her body. There are only a few places he has not yet looked over fully...

"Clever...you have sought to have me truly explore every inch of your skin," he muses. "Perhaps now that our bodies have cooled slightly...I would have you laid upon your silks, like the artwork that you are, and I can finish my search?"

"Have to keep you entertained," she teases.

The idea of him laying her upon the silks, then searching her slowly is a very pleasant one.

"I would like that." She plucks a few errant feathers off of her skin. The small, downy ones DO tend to stick.
"It appears no part of you is keen to let go of me," she quips.

Somewhat sheepishly, he laughs as he reaches to pluck a few more from her skin in an effort to 'help' remove them.

"Perhaps they have interpreted our bond a bit more...vigorously...than other parts of my being," he suggests.

(If this had even happened a few weeks ago, he would be apologizing here before her for making a 'mess'. But now...he does not even really consider it, and can even laugh as he 'cleans'.)

She laughs too. "Mine stick to everything too, when I have them. I think it is a thing, with feathers."

Eventually, she's de-feathered and clean enough to sprawl upon those silks. "Mhm, they feel amazing." She wriggles on them a little, just because she can.

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"I'm very glad," he says, letting his eyes wander over her body as she shifts and stretches out across the silks. In any form she chooses to show herself to him - human, winged, or dragon - he would find her beautiful, and this is no exception.

Sitting at her feet also gives him the opportunity to take them into his hands, and work on rubbing them again as he starts his search for that bit of henna he has not yet found.

"You deserve nothing but the finest," he continues. "I know that there will not always been the opportunity for silks and such finery on our travels...I do not mind that. I would sleep with you upon stones and sticks with no complaint, so long as I was with you."

Foot rubs are so nice! Especially ones given by Skellig. Her eyes are half lidded as she sprawls on the silk, violet eyes brightened by violet silk, gold and gray bringing out her hair and skin. He has chosen the frame and background for his 'art' very well!

"Should find a way for you to sleep safely on my dragon shape, just in case of something like that," she muses aloud. "Don't really feel sticks and stones through my scales. Tie you to my head, maybe..."

Even if this 'version' of his soul does not remember it, he has slept alone, in and upon many locations much less comfortable than this.

At the thought of her attempting to tie him to her head, he laughs.

"I am sure with our abilities, we would manage something," he agrees, amusement in his voice as his works his hands over her skin. "Do not know if strapping me down to your head is the best option, but it is certainly one to consider. We did well-enough while we were on the beach." Even if he missed having her curled up beside him, she was still 'close' to him. "They are warmer than I had ever considered they would be."

"We are warm, dragons," she replies. His hands feel so good, her body relaxing, melting, under his touch. "Save perhaps dragons strongly inclined to ice or cold. I know that they exist, but I have never met one." The world is large and the number of dragons in it small.

She is warm, soft, familiar, under his hands.

Working his hands from her feet to her ankles, and then on upwards to her calves, he smiles as he can feel her muscles beneath his touch.

"I am grateful, personally, that you are not inclined to ice or cold," Skellig teases. "You would be much more difficult for me to snuggle with. I would still make an effort, but there would need to be many more blankets involved."

He leans down, kisses her foot softly.

"I like my partner warm," he adds. "I chill easily, so it would be a struggle if you were more aligned to the ice and snow."

Her skin shivers with pleasure under his kiss.

"If you chill easily, we will have to be careful, if we go far north. Pack plenty of blankets, warm clothes."

Her eyes sparkle with mischief. "I have heard that sharing the body heat of another is a treatment for someone who has gotten too cold. I would gladly wrap myself around you, keep you very warm. The more delicate portions of your body could even warm up inside of me."

"It will give me comfort to know I am protected, if we should choose to travel to such climates," he muses. "I would certainly not want those portions of my body to be bit by frost."

He shifts to his knees, sitting on his heels - this gives him better access to the tops of her thighs with his hands, as he works to smooth his fingertips over her skin.

(Still he hesitates briefly, as his 'rough' hands work over her body. A very small part of him still feels guilt, when he touches her...)

"Though the idea of being wrapped up in your arms and wings, tucked safely beneath blankets as a storm rages...is a pleasant one."

She looks, feels, concerned for a moment at his hesitation. "Are you alright, love?"

"It is a pleasant image for me too," she agrees. "Nothing to do in a storm like that except rest and keep each other entertained."

As his hands work over the tops of her thighs, her legs part a little. He might notice the henna on the inside of her thighs. So carefully hidden where no hands have touched except theirs.

That is one of the locations that he suspected that this secret design may have been hidden - and now that he knows where to look, it gives him a direction in which to continue his efforts for his 'hunt'.

If she had not noticed or mentioned his brief moment of hesitation, he likely would not have brought it up himself - but she clearly has done both, it would not be fair to keep quiet on the subject.

"I am alright," he says quietly, smoothing his hands across her skin, slow and rhythmic strokes from her knees to points higher, rubbing softly. "It is just...occasionally there is still part of my mind which when I touch you with my hands...it will criticize my own body, as if I am not worthy to do so."

He glances up at her.

"I know that to be untrue," he adds quickly, firmly. "You have said it countless times, and my heart trusts your words. But perhaps it is...a holdover, from a time Before. I don't know. I wish I knew some way to send it on elsewhere, for good."

Her thighs part further at his rubbing, her muscles relaxing.

"So do I, love."

She smiles softly. "Perhaps it will fade with time, with you seeing, hearing, and feeling just how much I enjoy your touch."

"Perhaps," he agrees. "At the very least, it will give me reason to find excuses to touch you."

He smirks up at her - because they BOTH know that there does not need to be any sort of reason for touching to occur - and then slides his hands closer to tease the edges of the knotwork with the tips of his fingers.

Her breath catches with pleasure when he teases the edges of the knotwork. "Thought you might like those," she says, voice a little rough with want, with arousal.

Is it 'normal' to want again this soon? Kreyu has no idea.

Skellig's frame of reference as far as 'normal' want and desire is likely nowhere near what most would consider 'accurate' - before wandering upon Kreyu in the desert, he is unsure of when he may have last bedded anyone, let alone even wanted to.

"You thought correctly," he muses.

Kreyu clearly wants him, he knows that much. And even if he is still 'recovering', there are things he can do to oblige that want. Such as shift his body so he is better settled between her legs, and work on kissing his way up her thighs.

"I would love whatever you choose to adorn yourself with," he adds. "Or nothing at all, if you'd prefer it that way."

She makes little noises of pleasure as he kisses his way up her thighs.

"Likewise, love," she tells him.

"Hm. Have a gown at the Lair, it's just beads, like the ones on my girdle that you liked, but more closely spaced."

Kreyu literally covered in shiny beads.....

Picturing that, he laughs - and it is a low, husky, somewhat devious sound. Clearly, that idea interests him, greatly!

"Careful," he 'warns' her as he shakes his head. "Tempt me with that image, I may insist we skip dealing with pirates and instead go straight to the Lair, and I would have you dance for me in that gown..."

Having reached his goal with his lips, he draws one of her legs up to settle draped over his shoulder, better able to kiss at the henna and trace the lines with his tongue.

"Will gladly dance for you," she purrs. "Could be a reward for our pirate fighting efforts," she teases.

She moans in pleasure as he traces the lines with his tongue. "Bet, bet you pounce me again."

"Beads. Everywhere."

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