Millicent is highly ticklish, her face scrunching against his as his teasing lips find her neck; her teeth snapping towards his own ear.<br/><br/>His touch, electrifying and warm, her hips wiggling as he finds her treasure, a soft moan escaping her vocals.<br/><br/>There are times, when a woman desires the thrill of the wait, the taunts and teases, the tender game of cat and mouse.<br/><br/>There are times, when one desires straight out get it done love making.<br/><br/>Then there is that divine combination.<br/><br/>With this man, lifetimes, spent, lost, recently a dance of wit, power and the lead to this night, added to an insatiable hunger, she on a sober high, and needed him.<br/><br/>Now.<br/><br/>In every way, by any means.<br/><br/>Mill's hands cup his cheeks, she pulling her body from under his in a tangle of limbs, lips locked in a breath taking dance of tongues; she nudges him to sit on the couch, left hand tugging the waistline of the panties off, wriggling from them to kick them from her ankles.<br/><br/>Her arms grasp the hem of her tank top, breaking her mouth's hold of him long enough to shed the garment and drop it, her hair providing little refuge for her naked torso.<br/><br/>She shakes again, crawling into his lap, facing him in a straddle, her hands settling against his jawline, thumbs tilting his head to look into her eyes. She takes a moment to offer an open view of her bright orbs, then leans forward, her hips raised from his, her breath again finding his left ear, "fill me, Solas...please...no more teasing.."