Leaving Oberon

[Kysis]

Kysis smiled encouragingly as she at least tried.  The pronunciation was a bit off, but that could be worked on as they kept traveling.  There was time, and Kysis did not mind translating on this trip at all.  He would do so fairly, without mixing up words to be a trickster with her.  Kysis got a warm, sunny feeling in him when he thought about how she had wanted to at least try learning some, that same one he had gotten when she suggested going with him to Kreos.  Right now he was thriving off the sensation.

That request of words was a bit too advanced for now, but he would hardly deny her, leaning up slightly to whisper the words in her ear, "Skeftomae oti eiste pole omorfoi kae agapate me saz."  He planted a kiss there afterwards before lying his head back down on the ground, smiling up at her.  She had asked earlier about his choice in words, and he wondered at hers the same.  The way she phrased her request made him a touch fidgety, in a good way.

"And filise me means \'kiss me\'."  Kysis figured that one was coming up soon if Lam kept going this direction, not that he minded at all.  It was all extremely interesting, and he was entirely willing to follow her whims at the moment.  This was just the beginning of the journey, so they could slack off a bit now.  Later on such meandering from the goal would be a bit more frowned on, but the prospect of the warmth of Kreos again would be all the more enticing and closer and driving.

It was their first day outside of Oberon anyhow.  What fun would the trip be if they could not enjoy themselves from the beginning?

[Existentially Odd]

She beamed approvingly at him, liking the way his mind worked (or perhaps liking that he knew how her mind worked and that he pandered to it) and leaning down to do just that.  "Don\'t mind if I do," she murmured, fitting her lips around his softly.  She methodically squeezed his bottom lip between hers, then his top and finally allowed her tongue to come into play when she stopped teasing and just pressed her mouth to his, her hands still grasping his rhythmically.

The kiss was gentle and explorative but still enough to cause wicked thoughts to rise in her mind and she wondered just how far he would pander to her.  After a while, she pulled back and repeated the phrase he\'d most recently given her.  "Felise me," she smiled dreamily.  "I like that one.  How about... undress me?  How do you say that?"  Her smile turned decidedly less dreamy with these words.

[Kysis]

Kysis leaned up into the kiss, fully loving it.  It was gentle in a way, though playful too.  He wanted to catch her tongue but it was gone too quickly.  Oh well, next time.  Kysis was sure there would be a next time with how this all was leaning.  Moods could come and go as quickly as the wind, so he planned on taking advantage of it this time around.  They had time.  It was the start to a new great adventure, so why not encourage?

"Me katasteste yemno..."  He wondered if she would have the same response as the last time.  The words he gave her were as close as he could figure for translation.  There was not an exact word for undress, sadly, so it had to be stated in a round-about manner.  In the end, it still got the job done of course, just took a bit.  Kysis did not mind, even if it took thinking for a moment longer than he would like.  It was his native language, but since English was not, it was alright..... maybe.  There really should have been a word for undress, disrobe or any other variation of the word.

He was really enjoying both fronts of this.

[Existentially Odd]

"Hmm," she pondered, realising that one would be harder to remember (and not realising that perhaps it was because there was no direct translation).  She made a show of thinking about it, tilting her head as she looked down at him.  "Me kata...s... t... tseste yemno?" she hazarded, knowing she\'d got it wrong but needing him to repeat it.  She hadn\'t been able to latch onto all the \'s\' and \'t\' sounds in the right order, she was sure of it.

Besides, there was method in her madness.  While she was talking, she pulled his hands around behind her, moving them from above his head and folding them neatly around her ass instead.  She dropped her legs either side of his then, and sat up as if she was unfazed by the fact that she was now sitting directly atop his crotch (and she wasn\'t fazed, but she also was not unaware).  Her hands fell to fiddle with the bottom of his jerkin, eventually moving beneath it so that she could caress his hard stomach and ascertain what sort of lacing was holding his pants up.  Once she got him to speak about undressing again... well, she was forming a plan and she wanted to be able to act on it.

"Me kata... how did it go?" she asked sweetly, head tilted once again, now that she was sitting upright.  She watched him closely, trying to play it as innocently as she could and not react to how good he felt beneath her.  She couldn\'t help the tiny, subtle nudges she was giving his groin with her own; his bulge just felt too good pressed to her emptiness, despite the clothing that separated them.  She also couldn\'t help the way her heart rate sped up, her breathing altered and her cheeks started to flush lightly with colour.  She might have been able to help the thoughts her mind was entertaining - all of which were inspired by him beneath her - but... she found she really didn\'t want to, and as long as he was content to let her have her fun and play her little games, she was certainly not going to make any sudden moves.

[Kysis]

Kysis was not surprised yet a little shocked all the same.  He had seen that coming.  One would have to be completely daft to not preempt the way she was going.  Kysis had to force his brain to ignore the fact that they were outside, concentrating instead on exactly what Lam was doing and saying.  He could block out the nature around him if his mind latched on to something else, and at least keep his brain from telling him that there was nothing proper about this, at all, in any form of it.  Lam had reconditioned him somewhat, but that old frame of mind still lingered.

"Me katasteste yemno." His hands gave a light bit of squeeze to the ass they had been set upon, acknowledging the fine piece of anatomy.  Kysis had been making a conscious effort at becoming more spontaneous, and the fact that he had been trying so hard really served to defeat the purpose.  He had yet to see that, but he would keep trying.  In his mind, actually complying with this was a bit more spontaneous than anything else he had done yet.  It was outside, after all, which he had to again block out of his mind lest he look about nervously.  He really did not want to ruin the mood.

"Paraklo is please...." That was the best he could add to it, sadly, but Kysis figured it was better than nothing, and not a hard word to remember.  It would be a useful one to know, too, through all of this toying around, and it fit this situation too.  Kysis was trying to justify it to himself at least.

[Existentially Odd]

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.

[Kysis]

It was like Lam was reading his mind, even if it was having some issues working through her full assault on his neck.  She knew his weaknesses, that was for sure, soft spots not so completely desensitized by excessive training.  It was relieving in a way.  Kysis allowed himself to relish in it, trying to remember the feel of those sensations as he smiled hearing the Greek words from her lips.  He knew he would have to let go of that language to stay in Oberon, so he would enjoy it while he could.  This might be the last time he saw Kreos for a long, long time.

The proposition covered his main issue in all of this, the one of privacy.  Atropos was trained more to handle the fright of battle and thunder storms, not to be a scout and watch for things.  He could, and he had in the past, but when training the feisty beast, such things had not been focused upon.  Atropos was a war horse, but Captain… It was a valid point, which Kysis managed a nod to confirm his agreement on.  They would know long before if anything was coming.

The next part kept his smile up.  Lam was making an honest effort with the language, getting every S and T in the correct place this time.  And she said she was a slow learner?  Well, he supposed this was something she was vastly interested in, at least these few phrases, so he could understand how it was catching on quicker than he expected.  Of course, she would not be able to talk to anyone in Kreos yet, but that was fine…. and Kysis realized he had completely ignored the point, brain soon filling in the rest of what she had said.

Sneaky woman.  It sounded as if she had done this all before (if she had, he really did not want to know).  It was good that at least one of them had experience in such matters, as Kysis felt like a fish out of water half the time, and hardly had the zeal she did.  Alright, not entirely true.  He was just a bit too self conscious to act on most of the things he wanted, trying carefully to sculpt how he was viewed, not to misstep.  Perhaps he was being too careful and too slow about things?  If Kysis had it his way, they would probably still be pre-hand exploration, much less anything more.  It was his bet that Lam would have gotten fed up with his prudeness by then too.  He had needed a full kick out the figurative door rather than just a gentle nudge.

“Looks like you have a sound plan.” And that was the best yes that would be gotten out of him.  His mind was still reeling over the fact that they were outside, in the open, in broad daylight.  Were there even clouds?  Kysis would look, but there was some lovely red hair in his way, not that he minded.  He loved her hair.

[Existentially Odd]

With a growing grin, she pushed herself up off him and stretched.  She looked around lazily, cast him a knowing look and then headed off to get a blanket off Captain - her bedroll was still attached to his rump, as he was quite used to bearing that load.  Once she was done, she walked slowly back to Kysis, concentrating on opening the bit of material out so that it could be wrapped around her waist - which she did before she took her lower garments off so as not to concern him.  It was a bit tricky using the blanket as a shield while she secretively disrobed - there were three buttons that simply wouldn\'t come undone easily, over her left hip - but she was determined.

It probably didn\'t help that she watched Kysis the whole time, either, because she certainly wasn\'t paying attention to what she was doing when she could let her gaze roam up and down his gorgeous, prostrate form.  He always looked lovely in repose - even if he couldn\'t help glancing around them nervously - but lying in the shade, his blonde hair contrasted starkly with the green grass beneath him and somehow made him stand out even more.  She couldn\'t help looking around as well, just to cement the image of him here, in the middle of nowhere on a clear, bright day where the sky was so blue it matched his eyes perfectly and everything else just enhanced him.  Sometimes, he was so poignantly handsome it stole her breath just to look at him.

Once she was half naked, she stepped away from her boots and clothing (it was too difficult to work pants over footwear, easier to just remove it) and padded over to him in her socks, stepping one foot over him so that she was standing either side of his calves.  She opened the blanket and flashed her nakedness at him, then closed it with a giggle as she dropped to her knees over him (taking a moment to position the blanket properly, so he didn\'t get worried).  When she was ready, she leaned down and started nuzzling his still-clothed crotch, again not looking as her hands began undoing his pants to give her access.

It took a while, since she was so interested in covering his bulge with kisses and nudging at it with her nose, but she succeeded in the end... and when he was free, her reward was to wrap her mouth around him.  Because he\'d basically given permission for her to take her time, she did, working him with her tongue and lips, sucking him when she felt the urge, cupping his sac with gentle hands that frequently slid up to squeeze his base while her head bobbed up and down languidly.  She wasn\'t intending to bring him to his peak, but she had no qualms about encouraging rampaging lust and extreme hardness, so that when she finally buried him inside herself he felt the intense pleasure she knew she would (just tasting and sucking him had her throbbing).

Before she made that move, however, she looked up at him with a wicked smile, both hands wrapped around him and stroking.  "How do you say, \'You taste better than any dessert I\'ve ever had\'?" she asked him huskily, planning to crawl up his body and position herself properly once he started answering her.

For now, though, as soon as her mouth was no longer occupied with speech, it slid back over his head and rubbed him at the back of her throat, tongue flicking and pressing down his underside.  She continued to look politely up at him, however, loving the way he watched her do what she wished.  Somehow, in all her oral attentions, her hair had escaped the ribbon binding it in a long tail at the back of her neck too, so she occasionally had to swipe hair out of her face to be able to see him properly (though she\'d have been entirely grateful if he\'d grasped it and held it out of the way... then tugged at it, as she liked).

[Kysis]

Kysis could not help but watch her every move, as she got up and stretched and went to her sneaky business.  He absolutely adored the strength she showed with her every movement, small or large, lazy or planned.  It was one of those things Kysis had been thinking about, reinforcing why every relationship he had had before this failed (partially).  Dainty and frail just would not do.  It made Kysis appreciate Lam a bit more; Kreos did not have her type, nor did it encourage it.  Kysis really did not care what they thought, either.

When she fumbled with the buttons he wanted to help but stayed where he was, still watching her, and glancing to the horse every so often, to see if Captain was showing any signs of hearing or seeing anything.  Atropos was grazing lazily and shuffling back and forth on his feet, like usual.  The horse hated being still.  Since that was normal, Kysis was completely fine with it, instead just keeping his gaze locked on Lam, wondering what was going on in that head of hers.  It seemed like there was always something devious working in there.  Kysis wanted to know.

A flurry of blinks followed getting flashed like that, and he could feel a slight burning rise to his cheeks, despite his brain saying Don\'t blush.  Don\'t blush.  Dammit, stop blushing.  Luckily it was just a dusting of pink across his cheeks and not more, probably blended in at least partially to his tan (which had faded a great deal since he first arrived in Oberon.  The trip should solve that).  Kysis did manage a little laugh at that, her playfulness taking off his nervous edge.

Well, it certainly looked like she was going to have her fun before the main event.  Not that Kysis minded, as distracted as he was trying to pay attention to exactly what she was doing.  The more she nussled about, the harder it was for him to think properly.  For a moment he wanted to say something but the words vanished on the tip of his tongue, Kysis dismissing it immediately to pay a bit closer attention.  His right hand wanted to play with her hair a bit, but also did not want it to come from its bonds, pushing back that urge for the moment.

Wait?  She wanted him to try and translate something while she was doing that?!  Kysis opened his mouth to say then closed it again, staring at Lam and trying to figure it all out.  He wanted to ask what kind of desert but stopped himself, as that would hardly help with the sentence.  Nor would his saying something along the lines of her not having tried any good deserts then, as he was sure.... Kysis really did not want her to stop to argue the point though, so he just got to saying it in his native Greek.  It could be debated later.

"Dokimazete kalntera apo egkataleipete." Was that even right to the English?  Kysis could not concentrate enough to figure out if that was exactly what Lam meant.  There were too many possibilities for desert and taste and better for that matter and... And her hair had fallen loose, Kysis immediately running his right hand through it.  If she ever asked how to say the phrase again, hopefully his brain would be working well enough to properly work through it all.  Greek was nature for him, but figuring out how the English meanings could be worked into Greek was...difficult, to say the least.

"Lam...."  There was something he could say correctly, the name she went by.  Well, it was more a breathy pant than really spoken, but that was entirely her fault, not his, "You\'re being evil..."  There was another sentence, a miracle.  Evil and wonderful, but still evil.

[Existentially Odd]

She arched her head immediately into his hand, mewling appreciatively and rubbing against the welcome contact, letting it distract her marginally from what her mouth had been doing.  It made listening to and memorising the Greek words difficult (he was such a wonderful distraction) but she couldn\'t help herself.  She loved him touching her - and she intended to get as much of that in while they were travelling alone as possible.

With a few final kisses and licks of farewell to his hardened member, she stalked her way up his body, crawling along him on hands and knees; slowly and with a dangerous glint in her eye.  When she was appropriately positioned over him, she leaned down and kissed his neck.  "Evil, am I?  Evil is bad... are you saying I\'m bad at this?" she murmured against his skin, teasing him.

Her mouth was not the only body part of hers doing some teasing, either.  As she spoke, her hips were dipping and rocking so that his head was sliding all along her slit and back again, slicked up with their combined juices but not allowed to enter.  The largest move she made had him fitting in and butting against her clitoris, creating sensations that left her breathless and wanting more... but she resisted the final tilt that would have him inside.  She wanted to know that he was in this moment with her, was sharing it willingly and would participate as much as she.  She wanted him to be driven as mad with desire as he drove her, so that he grabbed her and pushed her down on him (hopefully keeping that hold on her hair, as well as getting one on her ass).

"Dokimazete kalytera apo egkalapetie," she leaned around and whispered into his ear - with all the sexy conviction she could muster - knowing she\'d got it wrong and not giving a shit.  She breathed onto the delicate shell as she spoke, nibbling his lobe, flicking inward with her tongue and huskily saying a few of the Greek words she\'d learned so far (especially Paraklo).  After a while, she gave up on the foreign language though, reverting back to English.  "You do taste good, but I need you inside me, is that so evil?  Tell me you want me too.  Show me you do, be bad with me, c\'mon," she challenged, breathing erratic with desire as she tried very hard to hold herself back from impaling herself upon him.  She gave up on whispering in his ear in order to kiss him hotly then, her tongue moving ravenously in his mouth.

[Kysis]

"Eiste kataplektikoi...."  Kysis was fighting the urge to push up during all of the teasing, the urge to flip their positions.  It took a quick reminder that doing the second would compromise the blanket to stop him, as much as he wanted to.  He was thinking in the easier of his known languages, not even realizing that he spoke in Greek at first.

Though his right hand remained tangled in her hair (which it was extremely happy to do), his left was roaming, up her tunic and along her back, down to her ass and around along her leg.  He knew that all he had to do was guide her hips to him and thrust up and the torment she was inducing would be gone and... and the idea struck what of his brain was still thinking to be just as terrible back, Kysis letting some of that pent up passion out in the kiss she aimed for his lips, moving up into it before allowing himself some words (this time in English) to her ear.

"You are amazing and you make me want to do things that I never would have done before." Kysis then went to treating her neck to the kisses and sucks it was begging for, in his opinion.  It was right there, after all, and there was too much energy boiling up in him.  He wanted her.  He also wanted her to share a bit in the torment of all that teasing she had done.  It was not payback so much as wanting to be sure that she enjoyed this as much as he was.

"Not evil.... just mean..."  He did not mean it in a harsh way.  It was just what she was so damned good at bringing out in him.  Kysis had been accused of being cold and aloof more times to count, but there was nothing cold or aloof about this.

[Existentially Odd]

She was too far gone to laugh at anything he said (even though she found his labelling of her as mean quite amusing, and she also wondered what that first Greek bit had been), too lost in his mouth\'s attention at her throat to do much more than whimper at first, her body quivering with the intensity of remaining suspended over his and not giving in to the overpowering urge to just... engulf him.  The best she could do now - to go some way towards satisfying the need to have him drive into her - was take all her weight on her arms, press her pelvis onto his and vaguely squeeze him to the length of her valley.  The pressure was negligible, the contact fleeting and the need for more primal though, so she was just as quickly back on her knees and gliding atop him again.

"I want you to do everything you\'ve never done before," she panted, eyes closed to the world bar him, head tossing against his hand so her hair tugged, face alternating between kissing him, nibbling his throat and tilting back to give him access to hers, ass moving against his other hand every time it got near her hip and seemed likely he\'d grab and force her down.  She was an undulating mass of need and delicious frustration, determined to remain at his whim.  "I want you to do anything you want to me, everything you think of, I love it all, I love the way you make me feel.... though... who\'s being mean here?"

She was kissing him again, not giving him a chance to answer, not really caring.  He knew what she meant, she was amazed but extremely frustrated that he would be stubborn enough to hold out this long.  Moments later, she tore her lips from his, gasping at the rough urgency of the kiss and from the lack of air.  Very few times had she ever wanted a man this badly and all of them had been after months of abstinence.  She\'d had him last night for the sake of the Gods, it didn\'t make sense, this power he had over her... especially due to doing nothing!

As senseless as it was though, it was wonderful and there was something reassuring about being at his mercy to this degree and being able to relish it, rather than fear it.  She\'d always worried that her vulnerabilities would cause Dagger to turn away from her, she didn\'t have that concern with Kysis... he made her feel secure in her weakness and that he\'d be strong whenever she needed it, that he would balance her. Settling?  No way in Hell was she settling for him, she was lucky to have him.

"Paraklo, Kysis," she begged wantonly, not caring at the raw need she was expressing, nor that he would know how much she depended on him already (even if she was physically in the superior position, she didn\'t ever feel he was inferior to her... in any way), "make me yours.  Paraklo."  She\'d meant to say something about being inside her, she was sure of it, but somehow... she\'d ended up saying more than that.  Because she didn\'t just mean physically and it hit her with alarming clarity.

[Kysis]

Though he meant it in a more generalized statement, this would be something completely new.  A new position to the same theory, at least, which Kysis had been trying to think about in order to not implode from all that was running through his mind and body at the moment.  Once he had it figured out just how he would move, he really wanted to act upon it, but settled for what Lam was doing as she spoke.

Make me yours....  If it was any other time, he might have analysed that statement, questioned whether or not she was just referring to a sexual manner or more.  Kysis wanted it to be more, even if he would never state it aloud, at least not yet.  He desperately did not want to sound clingy in any way of the word.  At times he tried too hard to be independant.

He could not take all of this teasing any more, hand staying at the bone of her hip, pulling her down as he brought his own hips up (careful of course to be sure that he was hitting on target).  The urge to bite some at her shoulder, a touch rougher than the nibbles he usually administered.  It was her fault entirely, he mused, all the while trying to split his concentration between his pelvic motion and the right amount of sexual pressure to be applying with his mouth around the base of her neck (pushing the tunic\'s collar aside was a bit bothersome, but they were out in the open) and the neck itself.

His own mind had been speaking paraklo the entire time, and now that he was in her, it was still pleading, though a bit quieter.  The fire inside was still burning bright and hot.  Even though they had taken out some sexual energy the night before, that want was easily rekindled.  If he ever did, Kysis would end look at it deeper at another point in time, living in the moment, every single one of them, for now.

[Existentially Odd]

She thought that him plunging into her would be the ultimate pleasure, but the biting he was doing at her throat sent her blood and desire into an unrecoverable tailspin.  She pressed her skin against his mouth, loving the roughness, wanting him to suck and bite while she began doing all the work down lower.

She\'d intended on sitting back and rather enjoying the ride when she\'d first begun this little adventure (and the blanket had certainly moved beyond her grasp, her concern and her ass so it might have been a beneficial thing to straighten it from a more commanding position) but now that he had hold of her hair and was marking her throat for all that he was worth... forget it.  She wouldn\'t move for all the world\'s desserts on one platter.

The only sound piercing the early afternoon air around them was, initially, her moans and sighs of pleasure - louder than she usually allowed them to get mainly because she was so focussed on the moment but also because there were no other people about to hide her true nature (the nature that needed to scream and moan) from - but after a while, the wet sound of their union became apparent.  She was sliding up and down him, grinding when she was down and bucking when she was up, the frenzy building steadily.

"I am," she murmured, in between other noises of shock and pleasure.  She meant that she was his, but she wasn\'t lucid enough to clarify that, just repeating it over and over.

She was close.  Suddenly compelled to act, she ground herself down and grabbed two fistsful of shirt cloth so that she could haul him up into a sitting position while she leaned back.  Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, tangling harshly in his hair as she returned the favour of his barbaric kisses and bites, inflicting her lips, tongue and teeth upon his throat and his mouth wildly.  Her lower body was a blur of movement as she shifted and wrapped her legs round him, then bounced on him using the flats of her feet to push against the ground with.  Her socks caused her to lose traction and she fell on him faster and harder than she\'d anticpated but... at that moment... it didn\'t really matter, for it seemed exactly what she\'d needed to tip her over.  Either that or he was washing into her, she couldn\'t tell and didn\'t care.

She froze during the most intense moments, then began moving erratically again, when the waves of pleasure started crashing down and the need to ride them was too hard to fight.  She could barely breathe, she\'d thrown herself about or held her breath that much, and every time she exhaled she made some tribal sort of noise that signified the most base of pleasures but she was helpless to change anything; he had her enthralled and completely under his control.  He\'d also managed, for the first time, to leave her speechless.

[Kysis]

Kysis had not even noticed the falling away of the blanket.  In fact, he was not even fretting over their location any longer, just thinking about Lam, seeing her, hearing her.  The usual worries were far out of mind, most of which sitting (no doubt bickering) amongst themselves back in the manor in Oberon.  Kysis felt more comfortable, more open to intimacy, to showing through his physical motions just what was pent up in there.  Pent up was probably the wrong phrase, as they had been together very recently, but this was the first time Kysis really gave it everything he had.

Between panted breaths he continued attentions to her neck, shoulders, mouth, wanting more and taking what he could.  He could feel the building pressure, the soon to come release.  He wanted to hold on longer, for this not to end yet.  Lam was saying something, and in this state Kysis could hardly figure out what she meant by \'I am\'.  It was such a strange thing to say during sex, at least by his measure (as lacking of data as it was).  It just seemed like it was a fragment of a larger sentence, and all the words were not coming out.

That phrase stuck in his head, even at the shock of being grabbed and pulled up by the tunic.  At first he was slightly confused as to what was going on, but it soon passed, Kysis feeling what was happening quite well.  It was more than welcome.  He could tell that she was into this as much as he was, the need rooted in there somewhere.

His kisses softened as he could feel the frenzy beginning to slow, when he felt himself release inside of her.  There was some past comment of hers that danced in the back of his head, just out of his conscious reach.  It felt somewhat important, but he pushed it back as to not distract himself in the last blissful moments of this.  As much as he enjoyed the rise and fall of Lam on him, their bodies entwined, sweat and lusty breaths mingling, it had to end.  His grip on her hips turned to more caress than a hold.

S\'agapo, the prase almost slipped from his lips, barely held back.  His mind blanked.  Kysis had never said those words to anyone, and it was startling.  He kept verbally silent for now, right hand coming up to cup Lam\'s face as he placed a tender kiss on her lips, smiling.