OOM: A pleasant evening with Saffron and Moist

[scots_wolf]

They had found each other downstairs, and without much ado, hardly more than looks, decided to take themselves upstairs, to Urquhart's room, to enjoy each other in whatever way they'd feel like.

So, Urquhart opens the door to Saffron and Moist both, followed by the dog (who lies in his corner by the fire, as the humans will want to do their human things) and some rats with a cart that contains food and drink, to relax with, or maybe enjoy later. The rats leave, and Urquhart goes around with a taper, lighting oriental glass lamps and braziers. It's still a bit too cold, from the outside, to do without.

The divan looks as inviting as ever.

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[morethanprops]

Violence is something he avoids for a good reason, he doesn't like it and he grew up in a place where it came in worrying varieties. He turns to return the kiss, savoring the taste of her and the wine.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart extends his touch to them both, to lightly hold them as they kiss, and he takes another sip of his wine.

[yosafbridge]

She murmurs a sentiment in Chinese, a reassurance that neither of them are going anywhere, leaning back against Urquhart's chest as she pulls Moist along with, grinning slowly.

"This wine is delicious, by the by," she adds, breaking the kiss to tilt her head back.

[morethanprops]

"Mm, yes," He takes another sip before kissing her again and running a hand up her thigh and then up to Urquhart's chest.

[scots_wolf]

"It is," Urquhart agrees, running a hand down Saffron's hair, over her chest, then over Moist's shoulders and back.

He dips his head, and kisses Saffron, his amber eyes smiling into hers.

[yosafbridge]

She almost chuckles against his lips, kissing back slowly.

"You're going to make me spill the wine."

[morethanprops]

"That would be a shame,"

With a little adjusting, he gets one leg against Urquhart and most of his body against Saffron before kissing the hollow of her neck.

[scots_wolf]

"Hmm, you're right," Urquhart says, taking another sip from his own glass before leaning over to kiss Moist's neck, his hair sliding over both Saffron's and Moist's shoulders as he bends.

[yosafbridge]

All she can do is laugh again, the sound quickly dissolving into a purr as she tips her head back, exposing the fair line of her throat.

"Don't say you weren't warned," she murmurs.

[morethanprops]

Moist hums before dipping his his fingers in his wine and then setting it on a table.

Then he carefully dots in on Saffron's collarbone and Urquhart's lips before kissing it off.

[scots_wolf]

"Hmmmm," Urquhart says. "That way, the wine tastes best."

He is kissing Moist now, the tart taste of the red wine on both their lips.

[yosafbridge]

She tilts her head back and chuckles, a soft deep sound in her chest as she stretches out between them, one hand resting on a thigh as the other roams over a chest.

It doesn't seem important to distinguish between who she's touching at this point.

[morethanprops]

Moist would answer but he's enjoying Urquhart's kiss and caressing Saffron's thigh.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart's hands are sliding over Saffron's breast, and down Moist's back, his arms around them both.

[yosafbridge]

She arches between the two of them, against a hand covering her breast and one on her thigh.

Her hand shakes, but doesn't lose its grip on the wine glass - just enough to get the backs of her knuckles wet.

[morethanprops]

When she arches, Moist shifts into her and shifts to kiss Urquhart's neck and says against it,

"How long will the wine last?"

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart bends to lick the wine off Saffron's hand.

"Let's drink up and then shed some clothes," he says. "The braziers should be warming the air quite nicely now."

[yosafbridge]

"I'll drink to that," she agrees, slowly slipping her way out from between them.

Her wine is half-empty, and finishing it off is easier than it looks. She sets the empty glass down and grins impishly, reaching for the ties in the back of her dress.

[morethanprops]

"Yes,"

He doesn't have to look just twist a little to grab his glass and drink it down with another smile.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart lies back and sips his drink, watching Saffron stand and...

[yosafbridge]

"You know, you boys may have an advantage on me in the layers department," says the red-headed space con artist, as she lets her dress fall to the floor, revealing absolutely nothing on underneath.

[morethanprops]

"You've never minded before,"

It just gives her more ways to draw out the fun. Moist leans back on the divan and starts unbuttoning his shirt.

[scots_wolf]

"We'll try and catch up," Urquhart says. "How about a rather more naked Alfred?"

He starts pulling at Moist's clothes, opening buttons and sliding off layers.

[yosafbridge]

"Now there's an idea," she agrees, slowly sinking down to her knees in front of them, her fingers going to the button on Moist's trousers.

If she ends up nuzzling his thighs while she's there, that's just a perk of the angle.

[morethanprops]

Moist groans and helps them both by unbuttoning what Urquhart can't reach and then running his hands over Urquhart's thighs.