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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[yosafbridge]

The thoroughness of his kneading, combined with the events of the past few hours, is serving to reduce her muscles to useless jelly.

She releases the tension in her shoulders under his hands, sighing softly.

[scots_wolf]

"Lie on the divan," Urquhart purrs, "and I'll pamper you for a bit."

He has learned this very thoroughly. He can kill that way, too; but he wouldn't harm Saffron. He wouldn't harm a hair on this amazing woman's head.

[yosafbridge]

She's very aware of the fact that, with his hands on her neck in the place they are, it would be all too easy for him to twist. It's part of the excitement, the danger that accompanies his strength.

If she allowed herself to dwell on the subject, she'd likely have to admit to herself that he's much more useful to have around than to get rid of - but this is why she doesn't dwell.

She offers him a coy smile and then does as he requests, her pale, naked form stretching out over the divan.

[scots_wolf]

With powerful yet gentle movement, Urquhart begins loosening the muscles in her shoulders with rhythmic kneading. Then, the hands move over her shoulder blades to her spine, parting and coming together again as they slowly make their way down to her waist.

[yosafbridge]

Saffron arches her back, moving into the rhythm his hands set, the comfort of the massage eliciting an audible groan from her.

"If I ask where you learned how to do this, would you tell me?" she murmurs, letting her eyes drift closed.

[scots_wolf]

"In a hamam, in Aleppo," Urquhart murmurs. His thumbs glide up her side, to her armpits; but such are his skills that his touch doesn't tickle. The tips of his finger squeeze the muscles and sinews at the base of her neck, then move lower down again.

[yosafbridge]

She hums her approval, the muscles of her back yielding more and more as his touch deepens.

Her Companion training, albeit brief, has equipped her to do much of the same; if she didn't know better, she'd be half-convinced he'd learned where she had.

[scots_wolf]

"And then there are the things I learned in the most expensive brothel of Baghdad..." Urquhart continues.

His fingers flit up and down her spine.

[yosafbridge]

She releases another sigh, a relaxed sound of contentment, one arm lolling over the side of the divan, fingertips brushing over the floor.

"Such as?"

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart reaches down, his chest touching her back briefly, and takes her wrist in his hand, gently pulling it up.

"You have to be relaxed for me to do this," he says, gently. "If it makes you uneasy, say so, and I'll let you go at once."

[yosafbridge]

"Hăo," she murmurs, laying her arm to rest and rolling her shoulders into a more relaxed position.

"Bad habit."

[scots_wolf]

But he keeps hold of her wrist, and very, very gently pulls it behind her back.

Then, with his free hand, he softly pokes under he shoulder blade on that side. The touch is almost painful, but infinitely relaxing, softening her entire back at once.

[yosafbridge]

Her head droops forward while another, lower moan escapes her.

Soon, she'll be completely relaxed as to be rendered temporarily motionless. The prospect of that, the accompanying lack of control over the situation, is somewhat unsettling, but it feels too good for her to tell him to stop.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart sits over her, a knee on either side of the thighs, long, strong legs bridging over her.

He lets go of her wrist, and pulls over the other one, gently tautening his pull while his strong fingers push underneath her shoulder blade on that side.

[yosafbridge]

She turns her head to one side, to move with his pull, relaxing as much as the movement requires but still allowing herself to arch into the touch as a silent signal that she enjoys it.

She isn't afraid to vocalize her pleasure, either, in soft purring sounds - half of which end up muffled against the divan.

[scots_wolf]

He does it a few more times, very earnestly, until he finally releases her wrists and bends to kiss her neck, adding a soft nibble.

"You're all putty now," he purrs into her ear.

[yosafbridge]

There's a very obvious shiver that runs up the length of her spine to the place where his lips make contact with her neck.

"All under your hands," she sighs.

[scots_wolf]

"Now, will I take advantage of that?" Urquhart murmurs.

[yosafbridge]

"That was the question I was going to ask next," she counters, glancing back at him over her shoulder.

"Will you?"

[scots_wolf]

"Do you want me to?" he asks.

[yosafbridge]

"That all depends on what you have in mind," she slyly answers.

[scots_wolf]

Instead of an answer, he nibbles her neck.

[yosafbridge]

She chuckles at the ticklish quality, pressing back against him with an accompanying sigh.

[scots_wolf]

"I thought so," Urquhart murmurs.-