<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/Jagwaar/shazadi12b_zpsbdi1kpro.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Shazadi<br/><strong>Race/Culture:</strong>Jinn-Blooded Bedu<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Crimson Palace (con't from The Thirteen Monkeys)<br/><strong>Day/Time:</strong>Yaus al-Niwt (Day of Houses), Amt (first month) of Alak Paret (Harvest Season), Late Morning<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Rashid<br/><hr/><br/>“I accept,” Shazadi replied with a grin that that brightened her face. “But, you will never have time to lead caravans, because I will keep you busy day and night.” Encouraged by the sounds he made, she worked the muscles in his back more deeply, pressing her thumb into the knot she found there and rubbing it with long strokes until her rose to claim her lips in a tender kiss.<br/><br/>“Expressing gratitude for all that life brings you is important,” she explained, blushing under the weight of his praise. “That way, the Gods will continue to bless you with their bounty.” His skin was slick against hers, still hot with exertion and strong. And as he shifted, she kept her legs wrapped around him, unwilling to let him go just yet.<br/><br/>“As you said, you should be careful what you wish for,” Shazadi warned with a twinkle in her eye. “I’ll ride you like one of the wild nomad tribes breaks one of their stallions, and bend you to my will as I take<em>everything </em>you have to give, and then some.” Still smiling, she pressed a kiss to Rashid’s lips, letting them linger there before pulling away.<br/><br/>“Shall I wash your back, habibi?” Shaza offered, running her fingertips down the side of his face. “There’s gallons of hot spring water waiting for us to soak our aches away when we’re finished.”<br/>