Thread: Man Witch [Goody + Prince]

Alluna took in his closeness with unflinching acceptance, her head tipping and her eyelashes low as he spoke to her, the energy between them practically palpable up close, the blatant desire there enough to blush the air around them with a heated, sensual aura. She rose her brows at him in kind as he backed away and asked her if she'd eaten, why she'd come, and compulsively, as though all of this was a dance, a match and a flirtation in one, she took slow, easy steps around him, bringing a hand up to brush her fingertips under her chin, cocking her head to the side as amusement pooled in her sharp blue eyes. I've eaten, yes. She assured, candidly and with a glimmer of playful pride because she remembered just as well being whisked away and begrudgingly eating her fill, the lectures about how she'd waste her energy studying and she'd lose her powerful form if she deprived her body. He had taught her in more ways than that not to deprive her body, and she could tell just from the look on his face that he was offering-- with some sort of caveat-- one of those needs. She watched his eyebrows arch at her in expectation, and she considered him, calculating as always. Well I'm a tutor now, She drawled, waving the hand that had been under her chin as though the information was no surprise. In fact I've been tasked with something quite peculiar... There's a man here with magical talents- he had his interaction with the stone of awakening and apparently the marble floors in the grand hall will never be the same, big, scorched hoops all around it... I don't know what sort of man he will be, but with power like that I'm sure I can make something of him. She knew what he wanted, what he wanted her to say, but she was never one to make anything easy even for herself. It was hard to admit in any fashion besides this, being dressed as she was and coming in the night, that she'd missed him and his touch, and by answering his question at least in a way, she gave herself the room to build up the courage. Alluna was a brave and blatantly honest woman, to the point of harshness on most occasions, but with these matters even then, after years on her own and years before that with him at her side, she was still clumsy at this, still not quite sure how to ask to be nurtured, touched, cared for. She paused in her step and pivoted, drawing near to him to close the space he'd made as she rested a hand on his shoulder and circled around him. She was only two inches taller than him, but it served her in moments like this as she rested both of her hand upon his broad shoulders and tipped just so, her lips grazing his ear. I only came back to say hello...I'd... She hesitated, and rephrased, sighing at herself, To say hello to you... but it seems I've been called to service this school of ours. She brushed her lips along his jaw and placed a delicate kiss upon his neck, feather light and demure for her, a cautious admission of her already exposed intent. Uther would know well enough from the past that she had no hesitance typically, that it was an odd choice of action on her part not to simply throw herself upon him and cup his face in her hands for a heated, eager kiss, but just then she was testing the waters as well. He'd called her Moonshine, and her heart had fluttered. His eyes were full of amusement that she remembered well, but he was standing apart from her. He had always given her the right to say no to him, so she could only do the same, regardless of the circumstances. It was quite a bit of growth on her part, to say that much at all without diverting the subject or hiding her feelings behind more practical intent. But there was no practical intent in this, how she'd come here-- she'd wandered and fought and saved people's lives and none of it had felt complete and fulfilling without him there. She had come, just to be with him again. Her hands slid from his shoulders down his back, able to feel his firm muscles in completion beneath the cotton training shirt and taking advantage of that as she kneaded her thumbs into his shoulder blades and her fingers into his ribs. You're in knots, Uther, She whispered at him, grinning playfully, Why worry if I've eaten when you haven't taken time to stretch? I would be terribly distraught to have you pull a muscle this evening. It was a flirtation, a challenge, and a joke all in one, the complexity of their communications multifaceted by then after years of practiced word play. She let her hands ride the length of his back and the buzzing, vibrant desire between them broiled out of her as she spilled her breath along his throat and jaw, provocative enough that she prepared herself for him to turn and catch a hold of her, but slow and gentle enough that he could step out of her hold if he wished, and disengage from her teasing. To think I came all the way from Zocatros to find you still here and in desperate need of a proper massage...Well worth the travel, to be helpful to a dear friend...Hmhm.. She chuckled a little, the sound pleasant and sweet as she continued to slowly press and pull and knead at the muscles of his back.