Echoes of a Memory (Mature)

Aelwynn smirked, "Manquetamin." she teased.

"Mapa'amin." He said, the word echoing with only the slightest bit of a growl, the most assertiveness that he could muster under the current circumstances. "Mapa'amin, herynamin."

(Seize me. Seize me, my lady.)

Aelwynn rolled on top of him, pinning his arms above his head with a playful smirk on her lips, "This is what you get when you drink too much, a'mealamin."

It was strange how much flirtier his trademark smirk suddenly looked as it appeared on her face, aimed up at her as his eyes narrowed, an almost sultry gesture that could easily take her breath away if only he could maintain it. "Kwi' antamin yulnamin rimba'ner."

(Perhaps I need to drink more frequently.)

Aelwynn smirked back in kind, "Lle caele beika fion."

((You have had too much wine.))

"Il'oio." He answered back, his smirk turning wolfish, teeth bared in a more seductive rather than threatening gesture.

Aelwynn leaned down, meeting his lips with hers, kissing him deeply, a soft gentleness to it, that teased, promising more, should he desire it.

He returned the case as much as his body allowed, mind under a thick layer of haze from alcohol and sheer exhaustion. Still, however, he did his best to match her passion, eager to have her promises fulfilled.

Aelwynn unfastened his pants, sliding them off of his hips. She never moved her lips from his, able to remove them without breaking contact.

With his hands free, he slid them to her hips, fingers running along the bone where it was tangible on her back. She surprised him, finally able to maintain control in their lovemaking, able to pin and seduce him as effortlessly as he could her.

The smell alone of the wine on his lips caused her head to grow dizzy, but without their lips ever breaking contact, she effortlessly stripped them both bare on the bed, sheets tangled around his and her legs both.