Thread: Man Witch [Goody + Prince]

Alluna listened as he mentioned Peytar, a chuckle leaving her at the mention of the lumbering, impressive man she recalled quite well. She certainly expected to see him again, and it would be a good time all around now that she wasn't a student he had to keep a respectable distance from. Uther had been swept away by Alluna's nature and companionship enough to step over the line of appropriate interactions plenty of times, but Peytar was surprisingly determined to regard Alluna with an appropriate professionalism in consideration of her position as a student and she'd always wanted to toe her way over the line into being good friends with him too. There were so many good memories here, suddenly pushed to the forefront of her mind as she worked her hands along Uther's back, along his sides, down over his hips, then back up his back again. Spars and talks and late evenings together, and so much laughter... she'd laughed more in the presence of this man than she had even as a child, forced out of her serious, ferocious nature into a more relaxed and contented state by Uther alone. This is what she had neglected to see when she'd turned him away-- he was much, much more than his combat capabilities, and while those were top of the line in her youth she had already decided she'd be strong enough that she wouldn't need such protection. She had achieved her goal-- she was sincerely one of the strongest witches of her age, but that strength had not saved her from missing laughter, from longing for the touch of someone competent and trusted, from forgetting to eat and sleep and care for herself. Uther could protect her when she needed it from any outside force she could imagine... but he could also protect her from her own folly, and that was what had drawn her back to this place, to him. She had at least matured enough to recognize that in her travels away after graduating from academy, but to say it... to say it out right? It made her gut twist to even try and conjure the appropriate words to tell Uther the mistake she'd made in leaving him here. Luckily however, she had to abandoned that thought as he wheeled around and captured her chin in his fingertips, her eyes momentarily wide, hopeful-- her expression was accidentally quite honest only in the fact that he had turned to her with such abruptness that she hadn't had the chance to retune her seductive, relaxed composure into something less blatantly full of longing. He told her he missed her. And then he kissed her. By the Light... She wrapped her arms around him like he might keep her afloat at sea and kissed him with all of the vigor he gave and then some, tongue relearning the cavern of his mouth, nipping at lips and tongue and pouring a sweet sound of pleasure between them as he caught up her leg and pressed up against her. Yes... He still wanted her-- she had sense enough to know that just about any man with eyes would want her before knowing how dangerous she was, but Uther knew all, had been left behind, and yet, he still held her like no time had passed at all, and she had to thank the stars for it. He could have turned her away and she would have forgave him that. She'd hurt him, she knew she had. No matter how regal and patient and good he was, he could be wounded and she had done him harm to leave their friendship open ended, to graduate and leave without any real admission to her feelings for him. She thought she was doing him honor, to let him find a witch that would need him more than she did... he was so well trained, so loyal, so upright in all the best ways that she thought to claim him only when she knew all of his virtues would be dishonorable. She knew better now, after many places and many nights and many men, that there was no one else who would do, no one who was more worthy of her, and she'd come back to admit that some how, with some semblance of grace. When the kiss was broken, she shivered out a breath, arching only to allow her other foot to leave the ground. She wrapped her thighs around him, sure that he'd hold her and able to hold herself against him with the strength of her legs latched around his hips and she grinned at him at his question, raising her eyebrows at him in what was classically a look she gave when he'd asked a question he ought to know the answer to. Do you think I have the patience to make it to your quarters? She rolled her hips against him and buried one of her hands in his hair, pulling both to get a rise out of him and to give him her answer, her lower lip caught between her teeth as she looked down at him with nothing short of pure, unabashed lust. If you want to make me be patient, I will be, She offered in a hushed, heated whisper, the words meant in more context than this one, both a show of sexual submission and another, small step towards admitting her intentions and feelings as she batted her eyelashes at him slowly and the fire returned completely, Don't make me wait long. If you'd like to have me on clean sheets and in privacy, I suggest you run.