[His jaw drops as she disrobes, as it always does. It never gets old.]
Well, how foolish and neglectful of me.
[He scolds himself aloud, with some actual sincerity in it. This woman should be treated like a queen...
As he kisses her back, his hands find her breasts. Chapped lips against soft ones, calloused hands against impossibly smooth skin. He makes a soft noise into her mouth.]
I fear that beautiful does not even begin to cover it...
[She makes a small noise into the kiss. Rostriel has always loved the way Fabian's hands feel on her. The calluses are rough against her skin, but it makes her shiver.
Putting her hands on his chest, she draws her nails down lightly, scratching ever so gently.]
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He hums pleasantly as she gets on top of him, putting his hands on her knees and sliding them up her thighs appreciatively.]
Have I told you lately how beautiful you are, my lady?
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[Those strong hands felt so good on her, they always did. Rostriel took ahold of the hem of the shift and pulled it off. It left her bare to Fabian.
She wasn't shy and leaned in to kiss him properly, enjoying the feel of his lips against her own.]
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Well, how foolish and neglectful of me.
[He scolds himself aloud, with some actual sincerity in it. This woman should be treated like a queen...
As he kisses her back, his hands find her breasts. Chapped lips against soft ones, calloused hands against impossibly smooth skin. He makes a soft noise into her mouth.]
I fear that beautiful does not even begin to cover it...
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Putting her hands on his chest, she draws her nails down lightly, scratching ever so gently.]
You flatter me my dear captain.