Elariel's breath caught in her throat at Tae'loren's sudden embrace. She barely had time to register his closeness before his hot warm cheek brushed against hers. As he extended the gesture further she felt her knees weaken and her breath return in short sharp bursts. Their ears brushed past each other, length against length, in a motion that made Elariel's stomach clench and mind reel. She was breathless in a few moments, and her body was desperate for more. She let out a short sigh of longing as he pulled back but it was silenced by the look in his eyes. That alone would have been enough to woo her, but she was surely being overloaded.<br/><br/>Tael'loren's words caught her by surprise. Her mind interpreted them before comprehending that he had spoken to her in ancient elven. She had always believed that Thalassian was the most beautiful language, second only to the language of the ancient elves. The words themselves were intoxicating enough, but their meaning toppled her over the edge. The overload of the physical sensations was intensified by the husky whispers. Combined with the rest, Tae'loren's head tilt of submission was what truly held Elariel in thrall. She reached up, placing a finger under his chin and raised it so that they were once more face to face.<br/><br/>Elariel wasn't sure what to say in reply. A thousand options ran through her mind but there was nothing that could adequately describe how she felt. So instead of confusing herself with more words that she wasn't entirely sure of, she decided to act.<br/><br/>Elariel closed her own eyes and leaned forward until their lips met. The feeling of his lips against her own made her feel dizzy, so she wrapped her arms around him, returning his embrace and using his body to compensate for her sudden shakiness. Her tongue ran along the line of his lips, begging permission to enter, as her hands slid up his back wishing she could feel the contours of him through the leather.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>