Before Ry'kanos knew what was happening, the kiss had deepened to something more than the chaste peck it had began as. The fire of their passion flowed from his lips to consume his entire being and suddenly he was all too aware of the space between them. He closed this gap eagerly. Ry'kanos' hand left her face, fingertips trailing across neck, shoulder, and arm to leave her limb and grip her side in a gentle, but urgent manner. He pulled her against him and suddenly, he was falling on her, pushing her back on to the couch with his bulk. It was a strange, novel experience for Ry'kanos. It was as if he was learning to fly again. The last person he had kissed.. no need to dwell on the past when the present demanded all of his attention.<br/><br/>Both hands were on her hips as he rested his weight against her, his body somehow sliding between legs in a fit that was finer than that of a glove. With reluctance, his lips left hers to trail a blaze across the line of her jaw to nip at her ear before nuzzling her neck with fervent desire. His hands left her hips to travel up her sides to grab her arms and pin them above her head playfully as his lips touched her shoulder.<br/><br/>He was beginning to go lower, lips caressing her collarbone before the door to the house opened with a bang and Ry'kanos sat up, anger twisting his face as his hands balled in to fists. Berien, the kind elf, stepped in to the room and stopped when he saw what was going on. An awkward silence fell as Ry'kanos glared at Berien before the elf got the hint. He backed up slowly, with his hands up in a placating manner before he closed the door behind him. Ry'kanos looked down at Raida, hair fanned out around her and felt a smile curl his features before a chuckle escaped him. Clearing his throat, he leaned down once more until their faces were only inches apart and a mischievous twinkle entered his eyes.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"Now, where were we?"</span>