<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’m<em>counting</em>on it,” Shaza purred, tongue darting out to catch the droplets of juice that clung to her lower lip as she pulled the glass away. She needed no gift of Sight to know the effect her efforts were having on Rashid, and as his fingers slipped inside her at her behest, she hoped he could see what effect he had on her. Her eyes burned like coals beneath thick lashes, hanging low and rimmed with kohl, pupils wide with desire as she exhaled a low, heated breath as his thumb brushed over her swollen clit. Her lips parted in a sigh as a second finger joined the first, and her hips lifted towards Rashid’s hand as her own slipped away, now that his knew the way.<br/><br/>“As you<em>should</em>,” Shazadi murmured, letting her head fall back against Rashid’s muscular arm and the hand holding the glass to sink to the tile beside them both, stretching out her neck to give him more skin to reach with his lips and tongue. Her mouth fell open as well, eyes growing heavy as she squirmed in his lap, shifting to allow him better purchase as he pressed his fingers against her sensitive flesh.<br/><br/>“…a-<em>ahhhh</em>.”Licking her lips, Shazadi released the glass in order to wrap her arm around Rashid’s waist, sliding her fingers under the edge of the towel wound around him to press them into the firm muscles of his ass. “…<em>yesssss</em>…” she cooed, arching her back and lifting her breasts into his chest, nipples hard beneath the thin fabric.  “<em>That’</em>s it, habibi …” Capturing her lower lip between her teeth, smiling wickedly, she began to gently rock her hips in time with the movements of Rashid’s fingers, entirely unconcerned by any looks they may have been receiving from the other patrons.<br/>