She felt rather than saw or heard his growing hesitation. Partly because she\'d been expecting him to stop her at any moment - there was a lot of ground yet to cover and they didn\'t have all year, after all - and partly because he just felt... less interested somehow. Not disinterested, just... distracted, really. She\'d been ready for that and even though she couldn\'t pinpoint the cause, she was fairly certain that their position and the timing would be the major concerns for him.
Still, Lam giggled at his giving her the word please; that was one she definitely had to commit to memory. "Paraklo," she repeated obediently, falling forward onto her hands, positioned in the soft grass either side of his broad shoulders so that she was basically on all fours over him - though their pelvic connection didn\'t break, it only got better for her. She leaned down and kissed the left side of his throat, whispering, "Paraklo," for no real reason every time she lifted her head to get a different angle, or when she swapped to the other side of his throat and gave that the attention it deserved.
She knew his throat was a weakness, yet she believed he still wasn\'t as relaxed as he should be, so she kissed her way to his mouth, where she took a moment (many, really) to taste him in a deep and intense kiss that had her grinding down on him despite herself... eventually she lifted her head, panting slightly. For his sake, she made a show of looking around at the empty countryside surrounding them, appreciating the blue sky, green grass and the quiet. There was not a soul in sight, despite them having strayed not very far from the path.
"Two things you should know," she told him, looking into his good eye. "One: I don\'t know about Atropos but Captain is highly trained. Not just for battle but for scouting as well. He\'ll be ten in a couple of days, sure, but his hearing is still far better than mine and he\'s been trained to alert me with a whinny the instant he senses someone or something getting close to me. He\'s developed a different sound for danger and for just a simple warning in my opinion, but either way, he\'ll make a noise if anyone - well, anything - approaches us and we\'ll know about it long before they will."
No-one is going to walk up and discover us in the middle of the act, don\'t fret, love. She smiled at him, waiting for her message to sink in before continuing to her other point.
"Second thing: I, uh, have a plan," she grinned wickedly, rubbing herself more forcefully against him to signal that that was what her plan was about. "We don\'t really need to... uh... katasteste," she hazarded, knowing she\'d likely used the word in completely the wrong context (though she was proud of her pronunciation) but that he\'d understand her intention. "I\'ll just get a blanket and wrap it around me and take my pants off," she told him meaningfully, waiting for him to figure out the logistics from there. She\'d only need to undo his pants and then she could ride him into bliss; it wasn\'t a position they\'d tried and it was one she enjoyed so there were numerous advatanges to it.
"It\'d be even better if I was wearing a skirt, wouldn\'t even need the blanket then," she giggled, unable to resist leaning down to kiss his jaw softly, muttering against his smoothly-shaven skin, "but how often is that going to happen?" She continued nibbling around his mouth, edging towards his lips and his throat but kissing neither as she waited for him to either argue her plan and tell her they really should be getting back on the horses, there would be plenty of time for such games when it was dark... or whether he\'d tell her to go get a blanket and help her undo the buttons and ties on her pants when she returned.