Thread: beneath the veil  //  rivine & sixlikesgore.

If anything, pride was definitely something Cassandra held in high regard - whether she liked to admit it or not. And it was that very pride that had kept the warrior from turning on her heels the moment she'd seen the Inquisitor already taking up a small portion within the water the dried blood, dirt, and sweat was definitely enough to make washing up worth almost any situation, as well. But as the Navarran began to descend into the water, seeing him in such a closer proximity - the water droplets that clung to ever muscle clear as day with the help of the setting sun, clinging from his chest down to the muscle-lines that disappeared beneath the water's surface.. Her pride was nearly stuffed away, and the woman had a trace of a thought to turn around to walk away. But she didn't. How could she, when the sight of those beads of water scoping against Einar's skin made her fingernails jealous? Well, I was not expecting company... but I certainly don't mind! Immediately, the brunette's eyebrows pinched together in obvious annoyance, teeth gritting together at his reaction to her 'sudden' appearance. The warrior's arms came to cross over her chest, hazel eyes narrowing dangerously as the Dwarf took a bold step towards her, clearly able to see when his own orbs dipped from her own, and drank in her exposed figure. A notion that caused her to re-grip her lower lip with her teeth momentarily in hopes that it would subside the flush she had felt crawling over her cheeks. An action that in a matter of seconds, was completely useless to have attempted to hide, given the Dwarf's next string of words - distraction ringing over and over again in her eardrums. From my worries? Cassandra asked, her tone uneven, despite her attempts to keep it her normal abrasive pitch. Are you supposed to be this distraction, Einar? Fiery gaze narrowing further, the woman's head tilted slightly to the side, allowing her eyes to dip from his own to slide down his beard, to his chest, until the water claimed most visibility of his body. Slowly, her orbs lifted once more, and as they caught hold of his own gaze, it took all her strength to maintain what little composure she still had. From the look of you, you've already taken a fair beating today.. was all the brunette could manage to push from the back of her throat, a soft hint in her words that if they were to partake in what he was implying, it wouldn't be a supple, relaxing encounter. Vivienne's magic is only capable of healing so much. Releasing her arms crossed stance over her chest, Cassandra's weight shifted within the water, taking a confident step forward. The woman's eyes remained boring into Einar's Maker only knew that if they crept any lower for a third time, they'd never return back to his gaze as she moved, a delicate hand coming to rest on the Inquisitor's chest to help shift him out of her way - a motion that the warrior hadn't calculated nearly enough before doing so. The plan had been to push forward, to shuffle past Einar's body to a close proximity, but continue on her way towards the waterfall to initiate her washing. But as her palm enclosed with the man's skin, it was almost as though a torch was set along the insides of her thighs once more, even with the cooling temperature of the water against them. Instantly, what had initially started as a sure movement faltered, and the woman's nails bit into the Dwarf's skin, drawing him closer rather than away. If the flicker in her eyes hadn't been enough to indicate what just touching him had caused to stir within her, her next movements surely would. In one foul swoop, the remaining hand lifted to grip the man by his beard - abruptly, of course, but not enough to cause him any real pain - and crashed her eagerly waiting lips to his own, quickly dissolving the distance between their naked bodies.