<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 Shazadi draped herself across his body, her soft, sensuous chest pressed to his, one arm draped across his upper thighs, Rashid gave out a gentle moan of satisfaction into her attentive lips. The hand in her hair drew her closer, his mouth meeting hers as his tongue slid out to wrap around hers in its own sensuous dance. His eyes closed as he just savored the silken feel of her pressed against him. But he wanted to touch her flesh.<br/><br/>The hand in her hair slid down, caressing her body as it moved, until it was able to find the opening at the side of her towel, at her waistline where he could slide it in past that barrier, to smoothly tickle his fingers across the perfect flesh of her back. His fingertips began tapping and swirling their own little dance up Shazadi's spine. He could feel his body responding to the touch of this desirable, beautiful woman draped over him, and knew it would not be long until anyone glancing their way would notice his arousal tenting his towel, in a quite obvious manner. But he didn't care, right now his mind was enraptured with the taste of coffee, spices, and woman that was upon Shazadi's tongue, and the feel of her soft body pressed tight to his own. This was one of those moments, you just don't want to end.