<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Brunettes/0174171c-e66f-4ab6-a7ba-929501e1e254_zpsb8c689c1.jpg) (http://s980.photobucket.com/user/caela_ecub/media/Brunettes/0174171c-e66f-4ab6-a7ba-929501e1e254_zpsb8c689c1.jpg.html)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>'Nesii<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Astir<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Astir's House<br/><strong>When:</strong>Nightfall<br/><hr/><br/>'Nesii let Astir lead her through the snow, not even feeling the cold on her bare feet or all of the smooth skin that was still exposed. Her body stayed warm, despite the deep Winter, with the anticipation that hummed just under her skin. Stepping through his door she looked around while he added wood to the fireplace and took off his boots. What she saw made her smile slightly. It was very much the house of a man and not the home of a family. It reminded her of the state her Mother claimed her Father's hut had been in when they'd mated. Weapons and projects everywhere, animal skin rugs, but nothing to indicate a woman spend any time here, nothing to soften the rough edges.<br/><br/>Despite not having her own house (she'd never seen the point since it was just her though she certainly had the rank to have her own home), she couldn't help but to start decorating it in her own mind's eye.<br/><br/>At least she couldn't until he finally came to her, lifted her chin, and caught her lips with his own. At the first touch of his mouth to hers any thought fled her mind. She let him pull her close before she twined her arms up and around his neck, her fingers twining through the dark curls of his hair, stroking his neck gently while the kiss deepened, her touch light but firm enough to indicate that she didn't want the kiss to end. They'd been dancing around each other for years and now that they'd finally reached the culmination of that dance, she intended to savor it.<br/><br/>There was no fight in her now, no sparring, no quick remarks or teasing quips. She let Astir push her back until she felt a pillar at her back, trapping her between the hard line of his body and the unyielding strength of the wood behind her. The first touch of his hand between her legs, pushing the deerskin of the loincloth she wore against tender flesh, drew a groan from her throat and told her almost everything she needed to know. He was going to take her years of tormenting him in the sparring ring, out on her body tonight with his own form of torture!<br/><br/>Opening her eyes to stare at him, her own gaze was nearly black in the dim light, and it was clear in that look that there was nothing left in her mind but him, his touch on her skin, and the need for more of him than she had ever allowed herself before. There would be no stopping what they were starting now and while she hadn't spoken a reply to his words in the Alpha house, her response was clear enough in that gaze. A gaze that flared when his fingers slide under that loincloth to touch the heated flesh of her core, making her hips buck against his hand, rolling to the maddening tempo he was using to tease her with and making her reach out to cling to him, her nails biting into his shoulders while her body surged, trying to push hid touch where she wanted it and unable to do so!<br/><br/>Hearing his question a low growl filled her throat to answer, "If you stop, I'll rip your throat out and Ts'itu won't blame me for it!"<br/><br/>Sliding one hand from his shoulder up into his hair once more, she gripped the back of his head tightly, pulling it to her, claiming his lips in a savage, demanding kiss, her teeth nipping at his lower lip, tugging eagerly, while she fed him eager little noises from her throat. She had no idea of his full plans for her, but own included keeping up with anything he could throw at her.<br/><br/>