Elariel was surprised at the tenderness with which Tae'loren treated her. No more than a few hours ago she was wrapped around him, fully clothed, threatening to kill him. She had taken him captive, and now they were naked with his arms wrapped around her as he carried her to their bed rolls. As they made their journey there wasn't a single part of them that lost contact. Each step jostled Elariel's body and teased her sensitive clit; it was difficult for her to control her breathing. Then, once more shocking Elariel, Tae'loren laid them down on the ground, his body pressed against hers, and unspoken claim of connection. As his lips fluttered against hers, words shrouded in hot breath,  she smiled and gave a soft laugh.<br/><br/>"You assume that you can take me away with you," Elariel teased, rolling her hips upwards against him. "You forget, Sir, that you are my prisoner."  With a thrust she rolled them over so that she was on top of him. She captured his lips in a slow kiss before pulling away and giving him a tired smile. She slid off him and settled onto the bed roll beside him, the strangeness of the day weighing on her body heavily.<br/><br/>"Do I need to sleep with my eyes open tonight? Can I trust that you won't ravage me whilst I slumber?" She teased, her hand resting on his naked chest, soaking in his warmth and the steady rise and fall of his breath.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>