RP post: Saffron

[scots_wolf]

It's warm in Urquhart's room tonight. When they brought up the white sangria, the rats already lighted the braziers, so there is light and warmth when Urquhart and Saffron enter.

The flickering lights reflect from the tiles and the copper trays doubling as tabletops, and shimmer on the shallow pool by latticed windows.

"We won't get cold," Urquhart says, grinning at her.

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[scots_wolf]

Urquhart pushes up into her heat a few more times, and the explosion is already set, the fuse running down inexorably...

[yosafbridge]

It's only a matter of time - just a little longer, just a bit more, just a touch harder - and she moans helplessly in his ear, the sound breathless.

"Wŏ de tiān," she cries, reduced to sloppy, staggered thrusts as her body begins to tense, "you feel so good inside me."

[scots_wolf]

And he explodes into her, inside her, going wild.

[yosafbridge]

She's overcome by her climax, shuddering uncontrollably on top of him, around him, moaning and shaking until she finally collapses, limp and boneless, her body draped over his.

The only words she can manage are a mild curse in Mandarin.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart leans backwards, against the rim of the pool, and holds her in his arms.

He doesn't understand that language, but is sure she's not cursing him.

[yosafbridge]

After a while, she lifts her head, fixing him with a sated smirk.

"You make it difficult to want to do anything but this."

[scots_wolf]

"I do?" Urquhart says, smirking back. "No, it's you who does that!"

[yosafbridge]

"Then, clearly, we're both at fault and shouldn't be trusted around one another."

She isn't in any hurry to leave his lap, though.

[scots_wolf]

"We are dangerous and belong forbidden," Urquhart smirks. "Good thing there's no authority in any world powerful enough to do that!"

[yosafbridge]

"Lucky for us," she agrees, stealing another biting kiss from his mouth.

[scots_wolf]

"And very, very unlucky for the world," Urquhart agrees, proudly, kissing her back with equal fervour.

[yosafbridge]

"I don't envy them."

Her fingers slide through the wet strands of his hair.

[scots_wolf]

"I envy nobody," Urquhart says, dreamily uncaring. "I don't pity them, either. They could just be sensible and give up, after all."

[yosafbridge]

"Some people aren't that weak," she admits - there are few of them, but they still exist.

Soon, she'll get chilled lingering in the water, and be forced to get out in search of something to wrap around herself for warmth.

[scots_wolf]

"That's when it gets interesting," Urquhart says, following her out and offering her a tick towel.

[yosafbridge]

She towels off, briefly tousling her hair, which automatically springs into curls around her shoulders, and then moves to where she's left her dress on the floor - with every intention of putting it back on.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart clears his throat. If she turns around, she'll see him standing there with crossed arms, big and strong, naked, dripping, and looking at her.

"Done already?"

[yosafbridge]

She nearly laughs at the image, but downplays it to a mere grin, holding her arms up in a surrendering pose.

"What, would you prefer it if I simply walked around like this?"

[scots_wolf]

"While in my room, why not?" Urquhart says. "Or do you see me putting on any clothes? We'd just have to take them off again."

[yosafbridge]

She shrugs one bare shoulder, then searches for a place on which to recline.

"I suppose it would defeat the purpose."

[scots_wolf]

"We will of course have to stop doing it again and again," Urquhart says, pondering. "Eventually. And go downstairs again for business. But perhaps not right now?"

[yosafbridge]

"At the very least, we'll have to replenish our bodies," she points out.

Right now, she's feeling particularly lazy and sated; he does do a very good job of satisfying those urges, after all.

[scots_wolf]

"We have wine with fruit in," Urquhart points out.

[yosafbridge]

"We do, don't we?"

The pitcher, condensation forming on the outside, still rests on the tray in the corner; she glides across the floor on the tips of her toes to pour herself a fresh glass.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart walks over as well, helps himself to a glass, and drinks deeply.

Oh, this is delightful! He finds he's very thirsty.