<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/>Rashid’s playful behavior couldn’t help but make Shazadi laugh, smile broadening as she watched him lift himself back up on his knees to kneel between her thighs once more. “I never once doubted you were up to the challenge,” she remarked.” She let his momentum carry her up as well, finally unlocking her legs to set her feet on the floor, muscles giving a little protest after being so thoroughly used as she wrapped her arms around his neck.<br/><br/>“That is the second time you have made that offer,” she observed, looking up into his eyes. “Somehow, I think you have some other goal in mind besides getting me clean.” One graceful hand slipped from his shoulder as she spoke, coming around his neck to trace the line of his collarbone and lower, down between the muscles of his chest as Shazadi let her eyes follow their path. She grew pensive in that moment, taking in the lines and features of Rashid’s body as well as the soul of the man that lived within it. The pleasure of their lovemaking had been great; but this moment of intimacy was just as important to her.<br/><br/>“You have a kind and gentle heart, Rashid,” she whispered. “I’ve missed you.”<br/><br/>Shifting on the bench, Shaza carefully moved to slip her leg around Rashid as she disengaged herself from his body. “I’ll get the water,” she said, rising from the bench.  Pausing on her way to the steaming fountain, she bent to retrieve their towels from the floor and set them within reach, hips swaying gently. Emptying the now cool water from the bucket, she bent to refill it, carrying it back to where Rashid waited, along with the provided soap and wash cloths. Sitting down beside him, she dipped one of the cloths into the bucket along with the soap and then began to rub it between her hands, reaching out for one of his arms and spreading the richly scented lather across his skin from shoulder to wrist.<br/><br/>“Such a luxury, bathing like this,” Shazadi said, as her fingers worked his muscles. “Soaking in the pools here even more so. Growing up in the desert, there was never enough water for such a thing, even at my tribe’s oasis. But the sheer decadence of such a thing, the way it feels to be immersed in water … I must confess it has seduced me, habibi.” Her fingers spread to his chest, massaging the soap over his skin there. “Sometimes, I feel like I can no longer call myself a true Bedu because of this,” she said, and then let out a soft laugh.  “I’ve even learned to swim, if you can believe it.”<br/><br/>