<div class="floatleft">(http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/5700000/Kingdom-Of-Heaven-kingdom-of-heaven-5751717-400-225.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Rashid<br/><strong>Race/Culture:</strong>Bedu<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Crimson Palace (continued 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>Shazadi<br/><hr/><br/>As he felt her curl her body around his, he smiled into their embrace, the hand upon her thigh giving a firm squeeze as he enjoyed the feel of her silken flesh so close to his. The taunting tease of just having these flimsy towels seperating their eyes and bodies from feasting upon one another was deliciously intoxicating. The hand in her hair eased down to her neck, his fingers dancing lightly upon her flesh in a gentle, one handed massage as he let his mouth and Shazadi's play their interesting game of tag and keep away. Smiling with a low growl when he caught her lower lip between his teeth, he kissed her and then rested his cheek against hers, just inhaling the aroma and presence of this vital, exotic woman.<br/><br/>"Yes, I believe you are right. I shall treat my time with you as I would an oasis in the desert, giving worship for it's bounty and relishing every moment I can spare to languish in its presence." He whispered with a grin as he soaked in the feel of her body pressed so close to his own. The room was steamy, and filled with heat and the smells of spices they had tossed on the coals to add a scent other than that of sweating people to the room. But the only smell that Rashid could smell was that of the woman he held in his lap, the steam that played over their bodies and the glistening trail of sweat that slid down his back was a concern her payed no heed to. He didn't much care that the presence of Shazadi in his lap increased the heat, that was what he wanted. He wanted to get hotter, and hotter, until the fire of his lover consumed him with overpowering need. But for now, he was enjoying the slow, simmering burn of desire that their petting and banter was building, as coal by coal the fires of desire were built up within him. And he was doing his part to stoke her flames, with tender kisses, the hand massaging her neck , and his other sliding on her hip, until his thumb was able to idly trail around the flesh of her belly, tracing designs in the smooth flesh just above her sex, sight of his hands actions hidden by her curled body and the drape of her towel.