OOM All Skate Skellig Dream Magic Weirdness -Part Five

[brave_kreyu]

In the morning, after they've both bathed, eaten, and they are finally dressed, she's explaining her plans for the morning to Skellig.

"I'm going to be doing two things at once," she explains. "A very overbooked artist has graciously squeezed me in for some henna work, so I'll be gone for a few hours. I'd bring you along, but she's not comfortable around men." Kreyu has her SUSPICIONS as to why, but she doesn't know.

"And since chatting is very much a part of the process, I'll be seeing what I can find out about any recent pirate attacks."

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[brave_kreyu]

Kreyu blushes. "You say the sweetest things, my heart." She kisses him again, lingering a little this time. Maybe they don't need to open the next gift right away?

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While he wants to do nothing more than spoil her and lavish her with gifts - he also does not see any reason to rush, not when they are both comfortable as they are right now.

So he 'allows' her to linger, pulling her body a little closer to his as she kisses him, reaching his hand out to take hold of one of hers, the carved dragon held between their palms.

(He will remember this kiss, each time he thinks of the dragon when it brushes against his skin.)

"I mean every word of it."

[brave_kreyu]

"I know," she breathes against his lips. "The truth in your words is what makes them so sweet."

"Would you like me to help you put it on now? Or shall we save it for later?"

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"I think it will be safer if we save it for later," he admits. "I have a sneaking suspicion that you and I will both lose most of what we are wearing quite soon, if trends hold..."

Skellig smirks against her lips.

"Not that I am complaining." He leans away only briefly to slip the amulet back into the bag she pulled it from, and places it on the side table behind them for safekeeping.

[brave_kreyu]

"I believe you're right," she agrees. She smirks a bit herself.

The gifts for HER are met with delight. "Oh, they're lovely, darling. Thank you! I shall definitely wear them tomorrow, show them off."

She carefully puts them back, sets them on the side table behind them to keep them safe.

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With those stowed safely away, he contemplates the others - and also contemplates his rising desire to kiss her once again, perhaps explore a bit where that henna goes...

"Two more of those," he says, reaching for her hand once more, turning her palm upwards so he can look at the intricate design. "Are for you. One is for me, but it will make sense once you see yours..."

He starts in the center of her palm, tracing the lines with the tip of his index finger, working his way outwards.

"I intend to spoil you all evening. I can show them to you now...and then we can retire to our bed..." his fingertip works along her wrist, the smooth skin warm under his touch. "Or we can find some way to entertain ourselves a while before I give my dragon her next gift..."

[brave_kreyu]

His finger tracing the lines on her palm feels lovely, a teasing tingle of touch.

"I think I would like to find a way to entertain ourselves," she says, voice slightly breathy. "I quite enjoy you tracing the patterns like that, if you would like to keep going."

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"I quite enjoy doing the tracing," he admits. "So I believe this will work out well for us."

His attentions linger for a moment on her palm, before he turns her hand over and continues his explorations on the backside of her hand, her wrist, the back of her forearm.

"This is supposed to bring luck, for the bride?"

[brave_kreyu]

"It is," she tells him. Her skin shivers, jumps from time to time, under his touch. "The longer they last and the darker the color, the happier the marriage is supposed to be."

Kreyu grins. "I helped the artist make VERY sure they would be as dark and long lasting as possible, just in case."

The patterns are intricate things, flowers and vines suggesting knots and other potent symbols of fortune.

"I applied some of them myself, the less visible ones."

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"I am eager to find those," he says softly, glancing up at her with a devious grin. "In due time, of course."

Skellig continues to trace the patterns as they twist and wind up her arm, working carefully to follow every line as best he can, not afraid to double back if he thinks he's 'missed' a pathway.

His voice grows a bit more serious, but his mood is still positive.

"Our marriage will be filled with happiness," he says. "I have no doubt of that. We both bring such joy to the other simply by being near one another and by sharing the most basic of experiences. I think our foundation is strong. I am sure there may be times when we will be tested..." he thinks briefly of his conversation earlier with Elihu. "But I have belief that no matter the storms we may face, we would weather them with strength, grow from the experience."

He presses his lips against her palm again, before bringing her hand to rest against his chest.

[brave_kreyu]

She laughs, low, when he says he is eager to find those.

She can feel his heartbeat under her hand. "We will weather the storms together, grow stronger, wiser," she echoes. "But we will enjoy the times the skies are clear too," Her expression is a little impish. "Celebrate our union beneath sun, moon, and stars."

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"I will hold you to that," Skellig says seriously. "As you know...I am quite fond of crying your name out in ecstasy, with the moon and stars as my witnesses..."

He laughs wickedly, and shifts his body to better angle himself on the couch to allow him to reach over and lift her legs up, draping them over his lap. This gives him better access to her feet with his hands, and there are more designs here to trace.

"I would use some of my preening oils to work into your skin, but I do not wish to disrupt the henna ink until it has set fully," he says, as he reaches for her feet and begins to rub over the soles with his fingertips, a gentle massaging touch. "I would not risk our happiness."

Plus, she has said before she does not mind his hands being slightly 'rough'.

[brave_kreyu]

"I will be glad for you to hold me to that, or hold me in so many other ways," she replies, eyes sparkling with mischief.

She lets her body sprawl back on the couch, lounge, as he lifts her legs over his lap.

Kreyu makes pleased noises as rubs the soles of her feet. There are patterns even here, Roses mostly, here and there with a hint of thorns. "Only the ones that are readily visible to all are for happiness," she explains. "You could rub preening oils into the other ones, if you like." When he finds them, of course.

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"Are you preparing me for encountering pirates...by having me follow a map to seek out buried treasures?"

His fingertips move up her ankles, the bottoms of her calves, working slowly upwards towards her knees - grinning each time she sighs or makes one of those pleased sounds he loves ever so much.

(But as slow as he is working, it is obvious that he is playfully teasing, drawing it out on purpose.)

"I did run across some stalls selling oils today," he says. "I did not buy any, though, as yours are much more potent."

[brave_kreyu]

At his mention of pirates and buried treasure, she's a bit confused. "Why would pirates bury treasure? They're usually quite eager to spend it."

"But I suppose the patterns on my skin are a kind of map." She grins. "You'll have to wander off the map to find the treasure, though," she teases. The 'hidden' pieces are far higher and more centrally located than anything done by the artist!


"Would take a bit of karma to manifest my wings enough times, but I bet I could rub ALL of you down with my preening oils." She ponders the idea briefly. "Wonder what effect that would have on you..."

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Skellig considers her question and confusion. "I have always thought that they hid it, to keep it from others? At least that is how I have heard it in stories..."

He tilts his head, narrowing his eyes slightly - because now he is a bit confused now at himself - because this is a memory, but he is not quite certain where it has come from within his mind. Is it from a past experience? From something he has learned or heard from Before he arrived here, in the desert?

Shaking his head, he refocuses his attentions on her legs.

"I have never been much for following maps," he admits. "I prefer to wander."

[brave_kreyu]

"Perhaps they do, somewhere." The world is a big place.

Her breath catches with pleasure as he hits a sensitive spot near her knee. The lines are running out, when he gets this high up her leg.

"I've never been much for following maps either," she admits. "So much better to discover as one goes."

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Even with the lines running out, Skellig does not allow his explorations to cease - once his fingertips have reached the end of the 'map' he has to work with, he allows his hands to skim higher, working up her thighs, beneath the fabric of her dress. He is nearly at the edge of what he can reach, with the way they are sitting and he can't see through fabric.

So his fingertips will have to do the discovering.

"There are a few things that would make this easier..." he mutters playfully, teasing at her skin on the underside of her thigh. "But I am in no desire to rush."

If she were to straddle his lap, for starters. Or if she got rid of this dress and most of her jewelry to avoid damage, also. But he does like the way she looks, adorned in it all, kohl dark around her eyes...

[brave_kreyu]

"I should probably take all this jewelry off, to keep it safe." She sits up, straddles his lap, and starts removing jewelry.

There's a playful look in her eyes as she slowly removes jewelry, shifts just a little on his lap. "I can always put it back on later, if you want to admire me in it some more.

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"That is an option to consider," he says quietly, his voice a little rough around the edges as he watches her remove the pieces she has on. (And shifts just a little in a way she knows will send shivers straight to his core.) "I may have you do that, once I have found some of these hidden pieces of artwork..."

While she is still working on the jewelry, he slides his hands up underneath her dress, settling them at her hips.

"I do have another idea, for once we have shifted our...endeavours...to the bed," he continues. "One of my other gifts for you will pair quite nicely with these flowers I have gathered and strewn about..."

Skellig bites his lower lip, thinking of her and those silks beneath her body, surrounded by delicate petals (he would move them to ensure none would crush and stain the delicate fabric but just to look at her a moment in all her glory...) and with that smoldering look in her eyes, flashing violet with desire.

[brave_kreyu]

"I like the sound of that," she purrs. Dragon is intrigued.

She can feel his hands on her hips under her dress, his touch comforting and arousing at the same time. She lifts her dress gently over her head, pulls it off. Then, she drapes it carefully over the end-table.

Some of her hidden Henna work isn't hidden, now. These designs are far simpler, done by Kreyu herself. Her nipples have been darkened with henna, turned into the stigmas of flowers with their 'petals' drawn circling her areolas.

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"And I like the look of that," Skellig replies in response the reveal of the artwork she has added to her body.

His hands skim upwards from her hips, dancing briefly along her ribcage before coming to rest as he lightlys cup her breasts in his palms. These designs may be simpler, but there are still lines to trace with his fingertips, which he intends to do - and he does, gently outlining the 'petals', to start.

"The merchant at the flower stall asked me today, which type I wanted. Which type my wife liked best," he clarifies. "I told them that we were only recently married...I do not know what flower is your favorite. But I wished for the widest variety he could give me of the most rare and exotic types...because that is what best reminds me of you."

[brave_kreyu]

She gasps softly in pleasure as he cups her breasts, starts to trace the 'petals'.

She blushes at his story. "Why the rare and the exotic ones?"

"I don't know that I have a favorite," she adds after a moment of thought. "Any flower you gave me, I would adore."

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"Why the rare and exotic ones?"

Skellig tips his head, looks at her with a slightly crooked smile on his face as he contemplates his response. On one hand, he could argue that she is a rare and exotic creature herself - a dragon - the first he had ever met, in a faraway land! On the other hand, he could debate with her how he is also a rare creature, the only one (except maybe the Winged Folk on this side of the sea...he needs to ask her about them, sometime, can't forget that) of his kind. And it just makes sense...

Instead he simply sighs and laughs a little under his breath.

"My mind is wandering tonight," he whispers, somewhat apologetically as he leans in to press his lips against hers. His kiss is gentle at first, lingering and soft - as his fingertips curl around her nipples, teasing. "I just have so much running through it, I cannot seem to focus."

Perhaps kissing her deeper will help?

[brave_kreyu]

"I don't mind if your mind wanders," she tells him. He has done nothing he needs to apologize for!

She returns his kiss, lingering and soft, until his fingertips curl around her nipples and tease. That makes her moan in pleasure, nipples hardening under his attentions. "Feels good."

"Might need to move me to the bed to see the other pieces, though," she teases. Her hands are wandering over his chest, his stomach, working at getting that kilt off of him.